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Description
B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N

Name: Rowanpaw
Rowan: A mountain ash
  Paw: The suffix for an apprentice
Past Names: Rowankit
Current Age: 6 Moons
Starting Age: 6 Moons
Physical Gender: Male
Gender Identity: Male (He/Him/They/Them)
Voice: [link]
Theme song(s): TBD

S T A T S

Level: 1
Current EXP: 0
HP: 10
Strength: 5
Defense: 10
Speed:  8
Stealth: 8
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 5

Moves:
-

Path: N/A

Inventory:

               C L A N I N F O R M A T I O N

Birth Clan: Nightclan
Current Clan: Nightclan
Rank: Apprentice
Belief in StarClan:
Mentor: Fallenwish
Past Mentor: N/A
Apprentice: N/A
Past Apprentice: N/A

                P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N

Body Type: Small yet compact; A bit chubby
Fur Type: Very thick and fully
Fur Color: Red with dark splotches, piebald covers most of it
Eye Color: Amberish Orange
Scars: None yet!
Goals in Love:
[-] Find someone to tell all of his secrets to
[-] Become a father
Goals in Life:
[-] Become a warrior
[-] Mentor an apprentice

                P E R S O N A L I T Y

Positive
Neutral
Negative

Quick Learner l Reckless l Lonely l Secretive l Quick-Tempered l Loud l Loyal l Persistant l Kind-Hearted

Quick Learner: Rowanpaw may be young, but he's a quick learner. He's always been known to pick up new knowledge really quickly, and he loves learning. This pretty much leads him to being easily bored if he's not being given a challenge or put to do a menial thing.

Respectful: Although it may not seem like it, Rowanpaw is geuinuinely respectful to his father. He does anything his father beckons him to do a majority of times, although he may protest a bit at times. He is respectful to those who have proved themselves to him or earned his respect, however if you haven't proved yourself to him, you may find him to be disrespectful and unloyal to you and your whims.

Persistant: His persistance knows no bound. A genuine headache often with good intentions or bad intentions. He'll keep pressing if he wants something or keep going at something that can be bad for his health. For example, if he had a broken paw he will keep going to practice and etc.

Secretive: Rowanpaw never tells other cats anything that he's feeling, he never reveals his secrets. He will also never reveal a secret that another cat tells him, as he knows that it is not his secret to tell. To know what he's feeling, one will often need to pay attention to the subtle changes in his demeanor. He'll be more impatient than usual when excited, guarded when happy and etc.

Lonely: Despite the fact that he grew up with two attentive parental figures and a couple of kits that were like siblings to him, Rowanpaw has always felt lonely. Whether this was because of the loss of his mother at a young age, or the overprotective nature of his father, no one knows.

Reckless: He always runs into things headfirst, never thinking. The life of being over protected has gotten to his head, basically making it so he feels he has the freedom to do what he wants, including running into battle and etc.

Quick Tempered: Rowanpaw is easy to anger, he's even easier to annoy. He will often verbally lash out at others, hissing for them to shut up or stop whatever it is that they are doing that annoys him. If it gets to a point where they ignore him, he will lash out with his paws.

Loud: Whenever he opens his mouth to speak a word, he's loud. Very much so. Some mistake this for him bragging or boasting but in reality, he just doesn't have volume control. No one's bothered to them him.

                 P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N

Sexuality: Pansexual
Likes:
- Frogs or Squirrels, both are his favorite delicacies
- Cats with blue or green eyes, they remind him of his parents
- Being trusted with secrets
- Learning new things
- Sparring
Dislikes:
- Being treated like an idiot
- Being touched by untrusted/unfamiliar cats
- Birds, more so owls
- Fog or hail
- Yellow eyes, especially in the dark
Fears:
- Owls and other big birds, thanks to nursery tales
- Loosing his parents and loved ones

                F A M I L Y

Grandparents on mother's side
      Grandmother: Sleetcloud

      Grandfather: Lionhowl
Grandparents on father's side
      Grandmother: Wintersong

      Grandfather: Burningfoot
Parents
      Mother: Snowfeather (Deceased)

      Father: Foxtail
Siblings:
      Sisters: None

      Brothers: None
Mate: None yet!

Kits:
      Daughters: None yet!

      Sons: None yet!
Uncles and Aunts:
      Aunts: Blizzardheart, Stormcloud

      Uncles: N/A
Cousins:
      Females: N/A

      Males: N/A
Grandkits:
      Females: None yet!

      Males: None yet!

                H I S T O R Y

Kithood
Rowankit was born to two Nightclan warriors, Snowfeather and Foxtail, a pair who couldn't love each other more than they currently did. When Rowankit was still very young, they managed to sneak out of camp fueled by boredom that came with the lack of any littermates. Their father had been out on a patrol and their mother had been sleeping, however when she woke up she was shocked to find her only kit missing. She left camp in a panic after announcing Rowankit's disappearnce. It was night, and it was a dangerous time for a small kit and a small cat like Snowfeather. Soon enough she found Rowankit trembling from the cold, hidden away from something, just as Snowfeather turned around to see why, she felt large talons grip her before whisking her away. She yowled out into the night, with her cries and the owl's yellow eyes forever haunting Rowankit. A patrol soon found Rowankit but didn't see Snowfeather anywhere in sight, however a pair of mottled brown feathers and white fur told them what had occurred. When the news was given to Foxtail, he grew fiercely protective of his remaining kit and raised him along a Nightclan queen who had offered her help to the widowed tom. Rowankit grew up not knowing the reason for his mother's death although his fear for yellow eyes remained. He also grew up being annoyed by his father's overprotective nature, causing him to look forward to the day when he became an apprentice for the freedom it presented in his eyes.

Adolescent
TBU!

Adulthood
N/A

               R P I N F O R M A T I O N

Availability:
Skype: y
Comments: n
Notes: n
Discord: y
Google Docs: y

Response Length:
Less than 100 words: y
More than 100 words: y
More than 1000 words: y

Rp Example
(From the group Dykletiun )
Waiting for his half brother Kel and their husband to come back, it wasn't an unfamiliar concept to Falter. He was used to waiting. Waiting to be loved. Waiting for his mother to come back. Waiting to make his mother proud of him. Waiting to love. Waiting to live. Waiting was what he did best. And so while he waited, a butterfly on a flower, he watched the clouds move lazily and slowly across the sky. He watched the sky shift in colors and watched the birds sing and saw the trees move. Everything seemed to be constantly moving and changing, everything except him. However, his wait was over when he could hear faint voices in the distance. His true form flickered over the butterfly, a ghost of his former self, and watched the horizon with mixed emotions. Happiness, relief and the sense of being at ease knowing he hadn't been abadoned.
These emotions rushed him, taking over his body as he leaped forward, mouth wide in a smile.

"You've returned! I'm so thankful you've came back!" He shouted out, eyes bright and lit

He rushed towards them, small specks of light and small butterflies rushing out from his body before he began to slow down as Kel came over the view without turning his head towards him. The world then crushed Falter once again with the facts he knew and kept forgetting in those moments of glee: they could only see him when they needed him the most and could never hear him. Steps slowing down into a stop, they stared at their half brother before another shape came behind them. The familiar body of Jon but wait-there was another being them. A pink Dy'kletiun, a child at that. A pink child with dirty, unkept feathers and...a third eye. Falter watched as the two adults talked to the small child with her giving them looks as she herself looking around in curiosity.
Falter walked up to them, walking by the trio's side and keeping pace as he gave a friendly and warm smile that hid his despair.

"Hello little one..." He greeted quietly, knowing he wouldn't be seen nor heard as he stopped as the group kept walking ahead leaving him behind like so many others.

And there he stood,the smile on his face melting away into a look of anguish.

Original Design and Character by Clay-Bae
Edits and Re-drawn art by WithoutCommonSense

Description
B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N

Name: Rowanpaw
Rowan: A mountain ash
  Paw: The suffix for an apprentice
Past Names: Rowankit
Current Age: 6 Moons
Starting Age: 6 Moons
Physical Gender: Male
Gender Identity: Male (He/Him/They/Them)
Voice: [link]
Theme song(s): TBD

S T A T S

Level: 1
Current EXP: 0
HP: 10
Strength: 5
Defense: 10
Speed:  8
Stealth: 8
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 5

Moves:
-

Path: N/A

Inventory:

               C L A N I N F O R M A T I O N

Birth Clan: Nightclan
Current Clan: Nightclan
Rank: Apprentice
Belief in StarClan:
Mentor: Fallenwish
Past Mentor: N/A
Apprentice: N/A
Past Apprentice: N/A

                P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N

Body Type: Small yet compact; A bit chubby
Fur Type: Very thick and fully
Fur Color: Red with dark splotches, piebald covers most of it
Eye Color: Amberish Orange
Scars: None yet!
Goals in Love:
[-] Find someone to tell all of his secrets to
[-] Become a father
Goals in Life:
[-] Become a warrior
[-] Mentor an apprentice

                P E R S O N A L I T Y

Positive
Neutral
Negative

Quick Learner l Reckless l Lonely l Secretive l Quick-Tempered l Loud l Loyal l Persistant l Kind-Hearted

Quick Learner: Rowanpaw may be young, but he's a quick learner. He's always been known to pick up new knowledge really quickly, and he loves learning. This pretty much leads him to being easily bored if he's not being given a challenge or put to do a menial thing.

Respectful: Although it may not seem like it, Rowanpaw is geuinuinely respectful to his father. He does anything his father beckons him to do a majority of times, although he may protest a bit at times. He is respectful to those who have proved themselves to him or earned his respect, however if you haven't proved yourself to him, you may find him to be disrespectful and unloyal to you and your whims.

Persistant: His persistance knows no bound. A genuine headache often with good intentions or bad intentions. He'll keep pressing if he wants something or keep going at something that can be bad for his health. For example, if he had a broken paw he will keep going to practice and etc.

Secretive: Rowanpaw never tells other cats anything that he's feeling, he never reveals his secrets. He will also never reveal a secret that another cat tells him, as he knows that it is not his secret to tell. To know what he's feeling, one will often need to pay attention to the subtle changes in his demeanor. He'll be more impatient than usual when excited, guarded when happy and etc.

Lonely: Despite the fact that he grew up with two attentive parental figures and a couple of kits that were like siblings to him, Rowanpaw has always felt lonely. Whether this was because of the loss of his mother at a young age, or the overprotective nature of his father, no one knows.

Reckless: He always runs into things headfirst, never thinking. The life of being over protected has gotten to his head, basically making it so he feels he has the freedom to do what he wants, including running into battle and etc.

Quick Tempered: Rowanpaw is easy to anger, he's even easier to annoy. He will often verbally lash out at others, hissing for them to shut up or stop whatever it is that they are doing that annoys him. If it gets to a point where they ignore him, he will lash out with his paws.

Loud: Whenever he opens his mouth to speak a word, he's loud. Very much so. Some mistake this for him bragging or boasting but in reality, he just doesn't have volume control. No one's bothered to them him.

                 P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N

Sexuality: Pansexual
Likes:
- Frogs or Squirrels, both are his favorite delicacies
- Cats with blue or green eyes, they remind him of his parents
- Being trusted with secrets
- Learning new things
- Sparring
Dislikes:
- Being treated like an idiot
- Being touched by untrusted/unfamiliar cats
- Birds, more so owls
- Fog or hail
- Yellow eyes, especially in the dark
Fears:
- Owls and other big birds, thanks to nursery tales
- Loosing his parents and loved ones

                F A M I L Y

Grandparents on mother's side
      Grandmother: Sleetcloud

      Grandfather: Lionhowl
Grandparents on father's side
      Grandmother: Wintersong

      Grandfather: Burningfoot
Parents
      Mother: Snowfeather (Deceased)

      Father: Foxtail
Siblings:
      Sisters: None

      Brothers: None
Mate: None yet!

Kits:
      Daughters: None yet!

      Sons: None yet!
Uncles and Aunts:
      Aunts: Blizzardheart, Stormcloud

      Uncles: N/A
Cousins:
      Females: N/A

      Males: N/A
Grandkits:
      Females: None yet!

      Males: None yet!

                H I S T O R Y

Kithood
Rowankit was born to two Nightclan warriors, Snowfeather and Foxtail, a pair who couldn't love each other more than they currently did. When Rowankit was still very young, they managed to sneak out of camp fueled by boredom that came with the lack of any littermates. Their father had been out on a patrol and their mother had been sleeping, however when she woke up she was shocked to find her only kit missing. She left camp in a panic after announcing Rowankit's disappearnce. It was night, and it was a dangerous time for a small kit and a small cat like Snowfeather. Soon enough she found Rowankit trembling from the cold, hidden away from something, just as Snowfeather turned around to see why, she felt large talons grip her before whisking her away. She yowled out into the night, with her cries and the owl's yellow eyes forever haunting Rowankit. A patrol soon found Rowankit but didn't see Snowfeather anywhere in sight, however a pair of mottled brown feathers and white fur told them what had occurred. When the news was given to Foxtail, he grew fiercely protective of his remaining kit and raised him along a Nightclan queen who had offered her help to the widowed tom. Rowankit grew up not knowing the reason for his mother's death although his fear for yellow eyes remained. He also grew up being annoyed by his father's overprotective nature, causing him to look forward to the day when he became an apprentice for the freedom it presented in his eyes.

Adolescent
TBU!

Adulthood
N/A

               R P I N F O R M A T I O N

Availability:
Skype: y
Comments: n
Notes: n
Discord: y
Google Docs: y

Response Length:
Less than 100 words: y
More than 100 words: y
More than 1000 words: y

Rp Example
(From the group Dykletiun )
Waiting for his half brother Kel and their husband to come back, it wasn't an unfamiliar concept to Falter. He was used to waiting. Waiting to be loved. Waiting for his mother to come back. Waiting to make his mother proud of him. Waiting to love. Waiting to live. Waiting was what he did best. And so while he waited, a butterfly on a flower, he watched the clouds move lazily and slowly across the sky. He watched the sky shift in colors and watched the birds sing and saw the trees move. Everything seemed to be constantly moving and changing, everything except him. However, his wait was over when he could hear faint voices in the distance. His true form flickered over the butterfly, a ghost of his former self, and watched the horizon with mixed emotions. Happiness, relief and the sense of being at ease knowing he hadn't been abadoned.
These emotions rushed him, taking over his body as he leaped forward, mouth wide in a smile.

"You've returned! I'm so thankful you've came back!" He shouted out, eyes bright and lit

He rushed towards them, small specks of light and small butterflies rushing out from his body before he began to slow down as Kel came over the view without turning his head towards him. The world then crushed Falter once again with the facts he knew and kept forgetting in those moments of glee: they could only see him when they needed him the most and could never hear him. Steps slowing down into a stop, they stared at their half brother before another shape came behind them. The familiar body of Jon but wait-there was another being them. A pink Dy'kletiun, a child at that. A pink child with dirty, unkept feathers and...a third eye. Falter watched as the two adults talked to the small child with her giving them looks as she herself looking around in curiosity.
Falter walked up to them, walking by the trio's side and keeping pace as he gave a friendly and warm smile that hid his despair.

"Hello little one..." He greeted quietly, knowing he wouldn't be seen nor heard as he stopped as the group kept walking ahead leaving him behind like so many others.

And there he stood,the smile on his face melting away into a look of anguish.

Original Design and Character by Clay-Bae
Edits and Re-drawn art by WithoutCommonSense