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Description
Tryout for
Basics.
Name:
                    Whitekit } Whitepaw } Whitenose } Whitestar
Age:
                    40 moons
Gender:
                    Male
Clan:
                    OceanClan
Rank:
                    Kit } Apprentice } Warrior } Deputy } Leader

Appearance.
Brief Description.
                           Body Type: Lithe
                           Fur Length: Short
                           Fur Texture: Smooth
   Fur Color: Black
                           Eye Color: Slate
                           Unique Features: His white nose, fore-paws, and tail-tip
Book Description.
                 Black tom with white nose, fore-paws and tail-tip.

9 Lives.
                   1 } 2 } 3 } 4 } 5 } 6 } 7} 8 } 9
9- Wisdom

8- Strength

7- Humility

6- Compassion

5- Courage

4- Patience

3- Faith

2- Pride

1- Love

Personality.
                           Confident } Impatient } Shallow } Timid } Charmer } Protective
Confident
          Whitestar has always had his confidence in anything he did, even if he failed on something.
It's easier for others to believe the tom as there is no hint of anxiousness or doubtfulness in his tone,
even if he himself doesn't know what's ahead.
Impatient
         The tom is not one to have patience. He always seems to have the need to be doing something,
be it hunting or patrolling the territory. If a conversation takes to long in which he has lost his attention
for it, he'll become slightly irritable over it.
Shallow
         Whitestar is a bit shallow in his interactions. Although those of importance this trait seems to
vanish for a while. He's usually shallow in regards to relationships. Not having found that she-cat to
steal his heart. He tends to be a player when he sees the opportunity.
Timid
         Despite his shallow appearance, the tom is quite a timid one when he finds himself attracted to
someone. All his charming and confidence seems to evaporate to leave a clumsy and goofy tom. This
is rarely seen as he has not fallen for anyone yet.
Charmer
         He's the charmer. He likes having females feel good about themselves, even if something those
comments are shallow with feelings. It's something he just blurts out without thinking about it, and along
with his confidence, it comes natural.
Protective
          No one can deny that Whitestar cares for his Clan. He is very protective of everyone and will
defend them with his life. That is why he became leader after all, to protect.

Stats.
(On a scale of 1 to 10)

Battling Knowledge 8/10

Endurance 5/10

Strategy 7/10

Speed 9/10

Defense 8/10

Attack 6/10
Hunting / Stalking 9/10
Swimming 8/10
Herb Knowledge 4/10
Belief in StarClan 8/10

72/100

History.TBA
              Kit.

              Apprentice.

              Warrior.

              Deputy.

              Leader.

Relationships.
(Enemy)
(Acquaintance)
(Friend)
(Good Friend)
(Crush)
(Love)
(Mate)
(Respect)
(Dead)

Family:
            Mother: Raventail
            Father: Amberfoot
            Littermates: N/A
            Siblings: N/A
     Mate: Single
     Kits:

Apprenticeship:
            Mentor:
            Previous Mentor(s): Owlstep

Mentorship:
            Apprentice:
            Previous Apprentice(s): Sandfur

MountainClan:

OceanClan:

TropicClan:


Rp Info
Rp Example.

         From RiseOfTheClans


           The sun had already risen over the sky and Dustpaw was on a hunting patrol. His mentor has sent him
   on an assessment and he had to catch as much fresh kill as he could for the clan. He nodded with
   determination and set off toward the section of the territory he had been given. Even though prey was a bit
   scarce, Dustpaw relied on his sharp nose to sniff out even the deepest mouse in the ground. His ears swirled
   around keeping his attention to any noise that might alert him to a mouse or even a bird if he was lucky
           enough --and as always, if any danger was near.
           Opening his mouth enough to let the scents swirl within the roof of his mouth, he was assaulted by many,
           yet only one had won his attention as he distinctively noticed the scent that told him a mouse was near.
   Dustpaw effortlessly dropped into a hunter's crouch. Remembering his mentor's words of advice, he made
           sure that he was upwind for the mouse to not be able to scent him. Being in the right position, he stealthy
   made his way toward his prey. Watching it scurry under the few leaves that were scattered here and there.
   It was nibbling on a small nut it had found and finding it as an opportunity Dustpaw came as close and he
           dared, before his hind leg muscles tensed and leaped into the air to fall, clumsily, upon the unsuspected
           mouse.
   It had not fallen prey to his claws as sharp as thorns, but the young tom dazed the animal enough for him to
   give the final swift nip on it's neck to end its life. Sending a silent thanks to StarClan, Dustpaw scratched the
   earth enough to cover his fresh-kill to later come back for it.
           "That's one down, a few more to go." He mewed to himself out loud, his amber gaze flickering around,
            wondering if his mentor was watching him from the shadows as he had told him before he began his
            assessment. It wasn't even sunhigh yet. Dustpaw knew he had good time in his paws. He would bring
            enough fresh-kill back to feed every cat in the Clan. The apprentice was off, scenting for more prey the
territory had to offer him.

Rp Availability.
          Notes. Yes, preferred way to rp!
          Skype. It's okay, although I'm not on all the time.
          Chats. Depends but I'm not against it.
          Comments. Nope.

Art (c)

Description
Tryout for
Basics.
Name:
                    Whitekit } Whitepaw } Whitenose } Whitestar
Age:
                    40 moons
Gender:
                    Male
Clan:
                    OceanClan
Rank:
                    Kit } Apprentice } Warrior } Deputy } Leader

Appearance.
Brief Description.
                           Body Type: Lithe
                           Fur Length: Short
                           Fur Texture: Smooth
   Fur Color: Black
                           Eye Color: Slate
                           Unique Features: His white nose, fore-paws, and tail-tip
Book Description.
                 Black tom with white nose, fore-paws and tail-tip.

9 Lives.
                   1 } 2 } 3 } 4 } 5 } 6 } 7} 8 } 9
9- Wisdom

8- Strength

7- Humility

6- Compassion

5- Courage

4- Patience

3- Faith

2- Pride

1- Love

Personality.
                           Confident } Impatient } Shallow } Timid } Charmer } Protective
Confident
          Whitestar has always had his confidence in anything he did, even if he failed on something.
It's easier for others to believe the tom as there is no hint of anxiousness or doubtfulness in his tone,
even if he himself doesn't know what's ahead.
Impatient
         The tom is not one to have patience. He always seems to have the need to be doing something,
be it hunting or patrolling the territory. If a conversation takes to long in which he has lost his attention
for it, he'll become slightly irritable over it.
Shallow
         Whitestar is a bit shallow in his interactions. Although those of importance this trait seems to
vanish for a while. He's usually shallow in regards to relationships. Not having found that she-cat to
steal his heart. He tends to be a player when he sees the opportunity.
Timid
         Despite his shallow appearance, the tom is quite a timid one when he finds himself attracted to
someone. All his charming and confidence seems to evaporate to leave a clumsy and goofy tom. This
is rarely seen as he has not fallen for anyone yet.
Charmer
         He's the charmer. He likes having females feel good about themselves, even if something those
comments are shallow with feelings. It's something he just blurts out without thinking about it, and along
with his confidence, it comes natural.
Protective
          No one can deny that Whitestar cares for his Clan. He is very protective of everyone and will
defend them with his life. That is why he became leader after all, to protect.

Stats.
(On a scale of 1 to 10)

Battling Knowledge 8/10

Endurance 5/10

Strategy 7/10

Speed 9/10

Defense 8/10

Attack 6/10
Hunting / Stalking 9/10
Swimming 8/10
Herb Knowledge 4/10
Belief in StarClan 8/10

72/100

History.TBA
              Kit.

              Apprentice.

              Warrior.

              Deputy.

              Leader.

Relationships.
(Enemy)
(Acquaintance)
(Friend)
(Good Friend)
(Crush)
(Love)
(Mate)
(Respect)
(Dead)

Family:
            Mother: Raventail
            Father: Amberfoot
            Littermates: N/A
            Siblings: N/A
     Mate: Single
     Kits:

Apprenticeship:
            Mentor:
            Previous Mentor(s): Owlstep

Mentorship:
            Apprentice:
            Previous Apprentice(s): Sandfur

MountainClan:

OceanClan:

TropicClan:


Rp Info
Rp Example.

         From RiseOfTheClans


           The sun had already risen over the sky and Dustpaw was on a hunting patrol. His mentor has sent him
   on an assessment and he had to catch as much fresh kill as he could for the clan. He nodded with
   determination and set off toward the section of the territory he had been given. Even though prey was a bit
   scarce, Dustpaw relied on his sharp nose to sniff out even the deepest mouse in the ground. His ears swirled
   around keeping his attention to any noise that might alert him to a mouse or even a bird if he was lucky
           enough --and as always, if any danger was near.
           Opening his mouth enough to let the scents swirl within the roof of his mouth, he was assaulted by many,
           yet only one had won his attention as he distinctively noticed the scent that told him a mouse was near.
   Dustpaw effortlessly dropped into a hunter's crouch. Remembering his mentor's words of advice, he made
           sure that he was upwind for the mouse to not be able to scent him. Being in the right position, he stealthy
   made his way toward his prey. Watching it scurry under the few leaves that were scattered here and there.
   It was nibbling on a small nut it had found and finding it as an opportunity Dustpaw came as close and he
           dared, before his hind leg muscles tensed and leaped into the air to fall, clumsily, upon the unsuspected
           mouse.
   It had not fallen prey to his claws as sharp as thorns, but the young tom dazed the animal enough for him to
   give the final swift nip on it's neck to end its life. Sending a silent thanks to StarClan, Dustpaw scratched the
   earth enough to cover his fresh-kill to later come back for it.
           "That's one down, a few more to go." He mewed to himself out loud, his amber gaze flickering around,
            wondering if his mentor was watching him from the shadows as he had told him before he began his
            assessment. It wasn't even sunhigh yet. Dustpaw knew he had good time in his paws. He would bring
            enough fresh-kill back to feed every cat in the Clan. The apprentice was off, scenting for more prey the
territory had to offer him.

Rp Availability.
          Notes. Yes, preferred way to rp!
          Skype. It's okay, although I'm not on all the time.
          Chats. Depends but I'm not against it.
          Comments. Nope.

Art (c)