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Finally a new character eeeee

{ Name } Apollo

{ Kit Name } Pierce

{ Age } 2 season cycles, 3 months (born in late summer)

{ Gender } Male

{ Tribe } Earth Tribe

{ Tattoo } Green-Earth

{ Ability } Secondary

{ Profession } Miner

{ Apprentice } N/a

{ Breed } Coupari x Sokoke

{ Skills }

Move a Rock! | You manage to move a rock half your size! All by yourself!

Push Back | You can shove back or overwhelm any cat of any size much easier than normal.

Pushing Boulders 1 | You can push a boulder of your own size!

Pushing Boulders 2 | You can push a boulder twice your size!

Picking On Me? | Your hearing ability increased, now nobody will dare badmouth you!

Pushing Boulders 3 | You can push a boulder thrice your own size!

Cracking Wood | You can crack wood beneath your bare paws!

{ Voice Actor } Not yet decided

{ Signature Move } N/a

{ Accessories } One silver earring and a silver bracelet that he wears on his hind leg. Both are made from the same material.

{ Appearance }

Apollo's brown tabby fur is mostly short, although there are a few places in which the fur gets slightly longer; namely, his tail and his cheeks. Even though Apollo does not particularly mind getting dirty (in both the physical and sexual way AHAHAHAHA no I'm just joking about that last part), he takes good care of the state of his pelt. Therefore, his fur is also usually silky smooth and sleek. Lighter fur covers his chin, chest, stomach, and the area below his tail. Stripes cover his entire body, most of which appear to be sort of curved in appearance. Slightly darker patches of fur are located on his eartips, tail tip, and right above his eyes. He has two scars on his back, which he gained in a fight while protecting his sister.

{ Personality } Kind / Fair / Goofball / Friendly / Flirtatious / Happy-go-lucky / Quietly confident / A little dense / Easily amused / Overprotective / Sincere / Loyal / Adventurous / Brave to the point of recklessness / Humble / Playful / Sensitive / Can be a social idiot / Smart when he actually uses his brain every so often / Sensitive / Careless / Tactless / Gullible / Impulsive / Stubborn / Gluttonous / Can hold a grudge

For the most part, Apollo is very chill. He doesn't let himself be bothered much by things, and it takes a lot of work to get him really steaming mad. Although most first impressions of him usually leaves one thinking that it doesn't seem like he is capable of anger. He just seems to radiate with a friendly, relaxed sort of aura, and he rarely ever hesitates to put a welcoming grin on his face when in the presence of others. Unbeknownst to his peers, he is not as completely and utterly happy as he makes himself appear to be. Not that he isn't very pleased with life overall. He just feels as though he's, well, lacking in something ever since he left behind the most important cat in the world to him. But that isn't something he likes to dwell upon, and he would never tell anyone about it anyway. So aside from that, he is a genuinely nice cat with a big heart and an equally big smile to match.

This guy really loves a good laugh. He is very easily amused by things that others say and do, and often laughs at things that others may not find very funny at all. Then, out of embarrassment, he ends up laughing harder, to the point where he just can't stop and sits there cracking up for pretty much no reason for nearly seven minutes. He enjoys to make others laugh, as well, and will break his outwardly calm exterior to make some joke or pull a face in someone's general direction.

He's a big flirt. He probably gets it from his father. And he actually thinks he's pretty good at flirting. He likes to think that he's cool and suave, anyway. In actuality, he's kind of an awkward flirter. He says weird things (most of which have to do with the moon, for some reason??) and blurts out compliments and generally makes things vaguely uncomfortable - for the female, that is. Fortunately, Apollo isn't a pervert (though sometimes it is difficult to not stare and just salivate; you know, the usual tom problems), so he never says or does anything that could come across as rude or obnoxious. In fact, his bad flirting could even be taken as endearing. Maybe. Probably not.

Aside from that, Apollo is a solidly loyal cat, and definitely good companion material. He is sincere and has an aversion to telling anything but the truth. Every now and then he'll say a little white lie, sure. But rarely anything more than that. He would hate it if anyone lied to him about something, so he tries not to act that way towards others.

Adventure is always a thing that Apollo is eager to search for. He loves getting involved in fabulous exploits - so long as they don't have anything to do with the things he fears, of course. Otherwise, he tends to be very bold to the point of recklessness, as, when he's too caught up in something, he apparently forgets that he has a brain that is capable of actual thought. Basically, he can be kind of stupid sometimes, so it's probably best to watch him carefully. He's also kind of stupid when it comes to social situations, because he doesn't actually watch what comes out of his mouth. Basically, he is tactless. He usually means everything in the best way possible, but sometimes he just says things that may come off as insensitive, even when he thinks he's just being friendly.

Apollo tends to be kind of careless, as well. He isn't very organized, and though he tries to maintain a firm focus on any tasks at hand, he is too easily distracted. Therefore, he often gets himself into sticky situations. He can usually take such things in stride, as he is a happy-go-lucky type of cat and all, but this can be a source of exasperation for others, as he is a little too carefree. Not to mention he can be taken advantage of easily, as he tends to be very trusting and gullible. If he discovers that he has been played for a fool, though, he will definitely be quick to anger in that situation, and his forgiveness won't be easy to get. He can be very stubborn when he wants to be, and, while he makes it a point to always be civil and polite in company, he can hold a grudge like there's no tomorrow. Even if it doesn't show, his hostility is there, simmering inside even while on the outside his smile is as big as usual.

In the same way, when Apollo's feelings are hurt, he tries not to let it show, instead burying those feelings within and making himself appear as relaxed as usual. There's only so much you can hide, though; Apollo would act vaguely different around someone who had hurt him, perhaps speaking stiffly and not being as natural. Even if he is a big, strong tom, he's sensitive, and he lets things like that bother him.

One more point that should be mentioned is that Apollo is gluttonous. If he could, he would eat all the tribes out of whatever food they have. This sort of leads to him being a little greedy and possessive. He definitely wouldn't share his food with anyone; not unless he truly cared about them, of course. Otherwise, nope. No touching his food. The only reason he isn't completely fat is because he is constantly on the move, practicing battle techniches, taking long runs, etc. As he ages, though, he will most likely gain weight.

{ History }

Perhaps I could have thought this through better...

Phas considered himself a faithful tom. Sure, he had been sort of a flirt back in the day, if you wanted to get technical about it. But he had found himself a wonderful mate in the beautiful Ataleta, who had recently become pregnant with his kits. And yes, she did complain constantly about her sudden change in size, and okay, she had kind of been irritating him with her blather and her insistence that he remain with her every second of the day. But he still loved her! He just needed to take a break from her for a little bit. Spend some, you know, tomly alone time with himself.

It wasn't his fault that while he was out surveying the territory, he had happened to accidentally plow right into a gorgeous female. He was not the one to blame for the fact that he and the female had become fast friends, or for the fact that one thing had led to another and then... well.

So now had himself another pregnant she-cat on his paws, and he was left wondering how things had come to this. Obviously there was no possible way he could inform Ataleta of this. She would snap off his head and rip out his entrails if he even breathed a word. Imagine, starting off a conversation with, "Oh, by the way, honey, I may have accidentally cheated on you with this one cat, SO are you hungry for anything???" Hahaha.

He decided that he would simply skirt back and forth between the two. He would spend a few days with Ataleta, then a few days with the other she-cat, Kylani, and so on and so forth.

Unfortunately, Phas, bless his secretive, cheating heart, passed away before he could see either of his litters being born. Moral of the story: Don't fool around, because in the end you might possibly be bitten by a poisonous snake. Or have something else equally painful and fatal occur. Either way, your pathetic life shall be over. Phas probably should have considered this, but oh, well. This story isn't even about him anyway, so no one particularly cares.

Babies. Sweet, sweet babies.

Sometime after Ataleta gave birth to her children, Kylani's kits were born. The first-born, a brown tabby, was named Pierce, while the second, a cream-colored kit, was given the name Ophelia. The first part of their lives was very peaceful. Even without the presence of a father figure in their lives, the two grew up as happy as could be under Kylani's loving care. Pierce and Ophelia became practically inseperable as they grew up, and Pierce was forever trying to show off for his little sister by catching tiny beetles for her and protecting her from mice. You know, the usual.

When their tattoos came in, Pierce and Ophelia were at first awed by the new markings. However, once their mother patiently explained to them what the tattoos meant, the two became greatly upset. Why didn't they both have the same tattoo? Did that mean they would have to go different ways one day? This, as they loudly protested to their mother, was not at all fair. Kylani assured them that they did not necessarily have to join their corresponding tribes. After all, they could always remain as loners. Which was true. But even so, both kits were unnerved and unsettled by the presence of Pierce's Earth Tribe tattoo and Ophelia's Light Tribe tattoo, which seemed to them like a visible sign that one day they wouldn't be in each other's constant company anymore. In response to this outrageousness, the two strove to become closer than before, as a way to prove that there was no way anything could ever tear them apart from each other. They were best friends as well as siblings, after all, and best friends did not just leave each other behind. Never ever ever.

A new outlook

Time passed. Pierce and Ophelia grew up, and soon it was time to leave their mother behind and make their way into the world. After sharing a bittersweet goodbye with Kylani, the two set off, fully intending on taking the world by storm together.

They had their fair share of experiences in a short period of time. Pierce discovered that he had absolutely no idea how to swim, and Ophelia had to save his sorry butt. They were chased by bees at one point, and Ophelia almost fell into some sort of quicksand. At one point they got into a tense confrontation with a young fox, during which Pierce eventually managed to scare it off, but not before it got a few scratches in. Luckily, Ophelia knew how to take care of his wounds, so it was all good.

One day, when the two were out for a leisurely stroll, they happened to spy some cats in the distance. Quickly hiding in the bushes, they watched the strangers, and Pierce was astonished to see that they had the same tattoos that he did, only they were vividly colored. The cats were laughing and messing around with each other, activating their tattoos to perform fabulous tricks that Pierce was absolutely amazed by. He had had no idea that tattoos gave you that sort of power! Later, he tried to activate his own tattoo so that he could do the same type of cool things, but it didn't really work, which frustrated him.

In the next few weeks, Pierce's fascination with the tribe cats grew. He would wake up early in the morning, while his sister was still sleeping, and head off to the borders of different tribe territories, discreetly trying to catch a glimpse of the cats and their different tattoos, not to mention hoping he could see some of those neat powers in action again.

Ophelia, of course, had been impressed by what she had seen that one time. But that was it. The tribes had been a sort of passing interest to her, and she wasn't particularly curious to get a closer look at them or learn anything more about them. She was content with their life, and she failed to understand why Pierce was getting so obsessed with them.

The two eventually got into a fight about it one day. Afterwards, Pierce couldn't remember what had started it; all he knew was that one minute the two were practically at each other's throats. They had never fought before about anything. Ever. While reflecting on it on his own, Pierce realized that maybe what he had been doing lately had been hurting her. So he went to apologize and promise to never again go inspect the tribe cats. However, Ophelia had come to her own conclusion, which was, simply, that she was holding her brother back, and it was time to do what they had once thought was unthinkable and out of the question.

So after Pierce had apologized to her, she quietly informed him that she wanted him to go join his tribe. Shocked, Pierce protested vehemently against this proposition, saying that he wasn't about to leave her by herself, and anyway, if she was alone, who would protect her? She pointed out that she was old enough to protect herself without his help. Besides, if their sibling duo stayed together, then she knew he would always look back and regret his choice. She loved her big brother to pieces, and it hurt to have to tell him all of this, but if she could have anything in the world, she just wanted his happiness. The time when he would be happy simply gallivanting around with her had passed.

He knew she was right. But that didn't make it any easier. He had been by his sister's side his whole life, and the idea of not having her around made it feel like something had gripped his heart tightly and twisted it.

In the end, Pierce decided to go to Earth Tribe and ask if he could join. Ophelia accompanied to the border. "We'll still see each other again, right?" he had asked her hopefully. "I can't just completely abandon my little sister, after all."

She had smiled at him in a way that made him want to change his mind about everything. "Of course we will. Promise."

Pushing aside his doubts, Pierce and Ophelia said goodbye and parted ways. Pierce managed to get himself accepted into the ranks of Earth Tribe and gained his true name, Apollo, much to his utter delight. In addition, there were females all over the place. He had never been around she-cats other than his mother and his sister, and now they were everywhere. He was practically in heaven.

The only damper to his happiness was that Ophelia seemed to have broken her promise, as he never saw her again.

{ Family }

Father

Phas | Male | Formerly of Air Tribe | Exile

Mother

Kylani | Female | Black-Fire | Exile

Sister

Ophelia | Female | Gray-Light | Exile

Half-Sisters

Kakia | Female | Orange-Shadow | Shadow Triber
Flicker | Black-Air | Exile

Half-Brother

Pine | Gray-Fire | Exile

Mate

None

Kits

None

Soulbond

None

{ Sexual Information }

Sexual Orientation | Bisexual (leans strongly towards females, however)

Preferences | He always appreciates anyone attractive, especially the ladies. But he has a certain fondness for blue eyed cats.

o Lasting relationship
o Quick Fling
o Unsure
(ahaha he doesn't know what he wants obviously)

Current Attractions | No one yet

{ Heart Chart }

N/a

{ Other }

~ He has a huge weakness for cute things, which completely shatters his chill exterior and reveals his hidden inner fangirl. This could be a reason as to why he flirts so much, since he can never resist going up to something or someone cute and openly admiring it. Also he thinks kits are the most adorable things ever and he honestly just wants to adopt every kit he comes across.

~ Favorite season is spring

~ His favorite food is rabbit (though not baby rabbits because they're so cute and why would anyone want to eat them???)

~ He has arsonphobia, which is the fear of fire. This makes him uneasy when he comes into contact with Fire Tribers.

~ He tends to not think before he acts, for the most part.

~ He is a terrible swimmer.

~ A part of him likes to imagine what it would be like if he were a leader, but he's also intimidated by the idea so he tries not to think about it too much.

~ He is a typical male and likes to fantasize about the booty lovely females

~ Although he's a good companion in a fight, he's actually somewhat of a pacifist.

~ It's difficult to get him purely angry, for the most part. He usually gets mad when he sees something occurring that he finds to be unjust.

~ Though he will also admire handsome toms, he doesn't flirt with them. He reserves that for the females. So all you toms can breathe a sigh of relief because you won't have to experience that awkwardness any time soon.

{ RP Example }

Taken from a roleplay with Kakia and Green-Shadow Kyer

It had probably not been a good idea to yell for that long, because she had now been rewarded with way more dust in her mouth than had gone in earlier. Spitting as much of it out as she could, she grimaced and shakily got to her paws. The idea that someone was out there appeared to have unfrozen her, although that didn't mean she was any less frightened out of her fur. Perhaps this was because she still had an unconscious desire to prove to everyone that she feared nothing. Or maybe she just wanted to stand to try and get a glimpse of who was approaching. Not that that would help much, since she couldn't see anything. She turned from left to right, unsure of where to expect the other cat to come from. She could still hear her name, mainly due to the wind blowing the cat's voice in her direction. It did appear to be getting closer, though... and suddenly, she caught the scent of the other cat right when she recognized the voice. Kyer! For once in the time that she had known him, she was extremely glad that he was on the way. She despised the idea of having to be helped out of this as though she were a kit that didn't know where to place its paws, but... if she had to have anyone come to her aid, then Kyer would be her first choice, as irritating and infuriating as he was. Anyway, he already knew about her fear of storms, so she wouldn't have to put up a false front about that around him. "Kyer!" she called, coughing a little after she'd spoken. The volume of the wind seemed to increase then, and she froze once more, panic threatening to bubble up again. And suddenly Kyer was there, and even though she had long ago decided that she didn't like him in the slightest, she couldn't help but feel furiously relieved that he was there, and in a completely out-of-character moment, most likely brought on by deliriousness, she practically buried her face in the fur along his side. Of course, once she realized what she was doing, she frowned and jerked away. Obviously his idiocy and ignorance of personal space was beginning to rub off on her. "Took you long enough," she huffed at him, trying to hide her gratefulness and hoping that he hadn't noticed that awkward thing she'd just done because she really had enough to deal with right now. At least now she didn't feel as petrified as she had a little earlier, now that she was in the company of someone she was relatively used to. Not willing to speak again and choke on another mouthful of sand, she narrowed her eyes and stared in various directions. Now what? Kyer's here, but do we even know where to go? Suddenly she felt anger slowly flood over her. Why the hell was Kyer out here in the first place? She knew he was kind of dumb, but even she hadn't expected him to be that much of an idiot. Was he trying to get himself killed? Why didn't he just stay back at the camp?? If he died, she was going to strangle his dead body's neck, and it would serve him right, of an idiot. Was he trying to get himself killed? Why didn't he just stay back at the camp?? If he died, she was going to strangle his dead body's neck, and it would serve him right, too, because why would he even put himself in harm's way like this??? Dumbass! Her gratitude evaporated, and she glared in the opposite direction of him, practically fuming. If they got out of this alive, she was going to give him a piece of her mind, dammit.

The-Golden-Butterfly (c) Syco and all the admins (including the former admins)

Description

Finally a new character eeeee

{ Name } Apollo

{ Kit Name } Pierce

{ Age } 2 season cycles, 3 months (born in late summer)

{ Gender } Male

{ Tribe } Earth Tribe

{ Tattoo } Green-Earth

{ Ability } Secondary

{ Profession } Miner

{ Apprentice } N/a

{ Breed } Coupari x Sokoke

{ Skills }

Move a Rock! | You manage to move a rock half your size! All by yourself!

Push Back | You can shove back or overwhelm any cat of any size much easier than normal.

Pushing Boulders 1 | You can push a boulder of your own size!

Pushing Boulders 2 | You can push a boulder twice your size!

Picking On Me? | Your hearing ability increased, now nobody will dare badmouth you!

Pushing Boulders 3 | You can push a boulder thrice your own size!

Cracking Wood | You can crack wood beneath your bare paws!

{ Voice Actor } Not yet decided

{ Signature Move } N/a

{ Accessories } One silver earring and a silver bracelet that he wears on his hind leg. Both are made from the same material.

{ Appearance }

Apollo's brown tabby fur is mostly short, although there are a few places in which the fur gets slightly longer; namely, his tail and his cheeks. Even though Apollo does not particularly mind getting dirty (in both the physical and sexual way AHAHAHAHA no I'm just joking about that last part), he takes good care of the state of his pelt. Therefore, his fur is also usually silky smooth and sleek. Lighter fur covers his chin, chest, stomach, and the area below his tail. Stripes cover his entire body, most of which appear to be sort of curved in appearance. Slightly darker patches of fur are located on his eartips, tail tip, and right above his eyes. He has two scars on his back, which he gained in a fight while protecting his sister.

{ Personality } Kind / Fair / Goofball / Friendly / Flirtatious / Happy-go-lucky / Quietly confident / A little dense / Easily amused / Overprotective / Sincere / Loyal / Adventurous / Brave to the point of recklessness / Humble / Playful / Sensitive / Can be a social idiot / Smart when he actually uses his brain every so often / Sensitive / Careless / Tactless / Gullible / Impulsive / Stubborn / Gluttonous / Can hold a grudge

For the most part, Apollo is very chill. He doesn't let himself be bothered much by things, and it takes a lot of work to get him really steaming mad. Although most first impressions of him usually leaves one thinking that it doesn't seem like he is capable of anger. He just seems to radiate with a friendly, relaxed sort of aura, and he rarely ever hesitates to put a welcoming grin on his face when in the presence of others. Unbeknownst to his peers, he is not as completely and utterly happy as he makes himself appear to be. Not that he isn't very pleased with life overall. He just feels as though he's, well, lacking in something ever since he left behind the most important cat in the world to him. But that isn't something he likes to dwell upon, and he would never tell anyone about it anyway. So aside from that, he is a genuinely nice cat with a big heart and an equally big smile to match.

This guy really loves a good laugh. He is very easily amused by things that others say and do, and often laughs at things that others may not find very funny at all. Then, out of embarrassment, he ends up laughing harder, to the point where he just can't stop and sits there cracking up for pretty much no reason for nearly seven minutes. He enjoys to make others laugh, as well, and will break his outwardly calm exterior to make some joke or pull a face in someone's general direction.

He's a big flirt. He probably gets it from his father. And he actually thinks he's pretty good at flirting. He likes to think that he's cool and suave, anyway. In actuality, he's kind of an awkward flirter. He says weird things (most of which have to do with the moon, for some reason??) and blurts out compliments and generally makes things vaguely uncomfortable - for the female, that is. Fortunately, Apollo isn't a pervert (though sometimes it is difficult to not stare and just salivate; you know, the usual tom problems), so he never says or does anything that could come across as rude or obnoxious. In fact, his bad flirting could even be taken as endearing. Maybe. Probably not.

Aside from that, Apollo is a solidly loyal cat, and definitely good companion material. He is sincere and has an aversion to telling anything but the truth. Every now and then he'll say a little white lie, sure. But rarely anything more than that. He would hate it if anyone lied to him about something, so he tries not to act that way towards others.

Adventure is always a thing that Apollo is eager to search for. He loves getting involved in fabulous exploits - so long as they don't have anything to do with the things he fears, of course. Otherwise, he tends to be very bold to the point of recklessness, as, when he's too caught up in something, he apparently forgets that he has a brain that is capable of actual thought. Basically, he can be kind of stupid sometimes, so it's probably best to watch him carefully. He's also kind of stupid when it comes to social situations, because he doesn't actually watch what comes out of his mouth. Basically, he is tactless. He usually means everything in the best way possible, but sometimes he just says things that may come off as insensitive, even when he thinks he's just being friendly.

Apollo tends to be kind of careless, as well. He isn't very organized, and though he tries to maintain a firm focus on any tasks at hand, he is too easily distracted. Therefore, he often gets himself into sticky situations. He can usually take such things in stride, as he is a happy-go-lucky type of cat and all, but this can be a source of exasperation for others, as he is a little too carefree. Not to mention he can be taken advantage of easily, as he tends to be very trusting and gullible. If he discovers that he has been played for a fool, though, he will definitely be quick to anger in that situation, and his forgiveness won't be easy to get. He can be very stubborn when he wants to be, and, while he makes it a point to always be civil and polite in company, he can hold a grudge like there's no tomorrow. Even if it doesn't show, his hostility is there, simmering inside even while on the outside his smile is as big as usual.

In the same way, when Apollo's feelings are hurt, he tries not to let it show, instead burying those feelings within and making himself appear as relaxed as usual. There's only so much you can hide, though; Apollo would act vaguely different around someone who had hurt him, perhaps speaking stiffly and not being as natural. Even if he is a big, strong tom, he's sensitive, and he lets things like that bother him.

One more point that should be mentioned is that Apollo is gluttonous. If he could, he would eat all the tribes out of whatever food they have. This sort of leads to him being a little greedy and possessive. He definitely wouldn't share his food with anyone; not unless he truly cared about them, of course. Otherwise, nope. No touching his food. The only reason he isn't completely fat is because he is constantly on the move, practicing battle techniches, taking long runs, etc. As he ages, though, he will most likely gain weight.

{ History }

Perhaps I could have thought this through better...

Phas considered himself a faithful tom. Sure, he had been sort of a flirt back in the day, if you wanted to get technical about it. But he had found himself a wonderful mate in the beautiful Ataleta, who had recently become pregnant with his kits. And yes, she did complain constantly about her sudden change in size, and okay, she had kind of been irritating him with her blather and her insistence that he remain with her every second of the day. But he still loved her! He just needed to take a break from her for a little bit. Spend some, you know, tomly alone time with himself.

It wasn't his fault that while he was out surveying the territory, he had happened to accidentally plow right into a gorgeous female. He was not the one to blame for the fact that he and the female had become fast friends, or for the fact that one thing had led to another and then... well.

So now had himself another pregnant she-cat on his paws, and he was left wondering how things had come to this. Obviously there was no possible way he could inform Ataleta of this. She would snap off his head and rip out his entrails if he even breathed a word. Imagine, starting off a conversation with, "Oh, by the way, honey, I may have accidentally cheated on you with this one cat, SO are you hungry for anything???" Hahaha.

He decided that he would simply skirt back and forth between the two. He would spend a few days with Ataleta, then a few days with the other she-cat, Kylani, and so on and so forth.

Unfortunately, Phas, bless his secretive, cheating heart, passed away before he could see either of his litters being born. Moral of the story: Don't fool around, because in the end you might possibly be bitten by a poisonous snake. Or have something else equally painful and fatal occur. Either way, your pathetic life shall be over. Phas probably should have considered this, but oh, well. This story isn't even about him anyway, so no one particularly cares.

Babies. Sweet, sweet babies.

Sometime after Ataleta gave birth to her children, Kylani's kits were born. The first-born, a brown tabby, was named Pierce, while the second, a cream-colored kit, was given the name Ophelia. The first part of their lives was very peaceful. Even without the presence of a father figure in their lives, the two grew up as happy as could be under Kylani's loving care. Pierce and Ophelia became practically inseperable as they grew up, and Pierce was forever trying to show off for his little sister by catching tiny beetles for her and protecting her from mice. You know, the usual.

When their tattoos came in, Pierce and Ophelia were at first awed by the new markings. However, once their mother patiently explained to them what the tattoos meant, the two became greatly upset. Why didn't they both have the same tattoo? Did that mean they would have to go different ways one day? This, as they loudly protested to their mother, was not at all fair. Kylani assured them that they did not necessarily have to join their corresponding tribes. After all, they could always remain as loners. Which was true. But even so, both kits were unnerved and unsettled by the presence of Pierce's Earth Tribe tattoo and Ophelia's Light Tribe tattoo, which seemed to them like a visible sign that one day they wouldn't be in each other's constant company anymore. In response to this outrageousness, the two strove to become closer than before, as a way to prove that there was no way anything could ever tear them apart from each other. They were best friends as well as siblings, after all, and best friends did not just leave each other behind. Never ever ever.

A new outlook

Time passed. Pierce and Ophelia grew up, and soon it was time to leave their mother behind and make their way into the world. After sharing a bittersweet goodbye with Kylani, the two set off, fully intending on taking the world by storm together.

They had their fair share of experiences in a short period of time. Pierce discovered that he had absolutely no idea how to swim, and Ophelia had to save his sorry butt. They were chased by bees at one point, and Ophelia almost fell into some sort of quicksand. At one point they got into a tense confrontation with a young fox, during which Pierce eventually managed to scare it off, but not before it got a few scratches in. Luckily, Ophelia knew how to take care of his wounds, so it was all good.

One day, when the two were out for a leisurely stroll, they happened to spy some cats in the distance. Quickly hiding in the bushes, they watched the strangers, and Pierce was astonished to see that they had the same tattoos that he did, only they were vividly colored. The cats were laughing and messing around with each other, activating their tattoos to perform fabulous tricks that Pierce was absolutely amazed by. He had had no idea that tattoos gave you that sort of power! Later, he tried to activate his own tattoo so that he could do the same type of cool things, but it didn't really work, which frustrated him.

In the next few weeks, Pierce's fascination with the tribe cats grew. He would wake up early in the morning, while his sister was still sleeping, and head off to the borders of different tribe territories, discreetly trying to catch a glimpse of the cats and their different tattoos, not to mention hoping he could see some of those neat powers in action again.

Ophelia, of course, had been impressed by what she had seen that one time. But that was it. The tribes had been a sort of passing interest to her, and she wasn't particularly curious to get a closer look at them or learn anything more about them. She was content with their life, and she failed to understand why Pierce was getting so obsessed with them.

The two eventually got into a fight about it one day. Afterwards, Pierce couldn't remember what had started it; all he knew was that one minute the two were practically at each other's throats. They had never fought before about anything. Ever. While reflecting on it on his own, Pierce realized that maybe what he had been doing lately had been hurting her. So he went to apologize and promise to never again go inspect the tribe cats. However, Ophelia had come to her own conclusion, which was, simply, that she was holding her brother back, and it was time to do what they had once thought was unthinkable and out of the question.

So after Pierce had apologized to her, she quietly informed him that she wanted him to go join his tribe. Shocked, Pierce protested vehemently against this proposition, saying that he wasn't about to leave her by herself, and anyway, if she was alone, who would protect her? She pointed out that she was old enough to protect herself without his help. Besides, if their sibling duo stayed together, then she knew he would always look back and regret his choice. She loved her big brother to pieces, and it hurt to have to tell him all of this, but if she could have anything in the world, she just wanted his happiness. The time when he would be happy simply gallivanting around with her had passed.

He knew she was right. But that didn't make it any easier. He had been by his sister's side his whole life, and the idea of not having her around made it feel like something had gripped his heart tightly and twisted it.

In the end, Pierce decided to go to Earth Tribe and ask if he could join. Ophelia accompanied to the border. "We'll still see each other again, right?" he had asked her hopefully. "I can't just completely abandon my little sister, after all."

She had smiled at him in a way that made him want to change his mind about everything. "Of course we will. Promise."

Pushing aside his doubts, Pierce and Ophelia said goodbye and parted ways. Pierce managed to get himself accepted into the ranks of Earth Tribe and gained his true name, Apollo, much to his utter delight. In addition, there were females all over the place. He had never been around she-cats other than his mother and his sister, and now they were everywhere. He was practically in heaven.

The only damper to his happiness was that Ophelia seemed to have broken her promise, as he never saw her again.

{ Family }

Father

Phas | Male | Formerly of Air Tribe | Exile

Mother

Kylani | Female | Black-Fire | Exile

Sister

Ophelia | Female | Gray-Light | Exile

Half-Sisters

Kakia | Female | Orange-Shadow | Shadow Triber
Flicker | Black-Air | Exile

Half-Brother

Pine | Gray-Fire | Exile

Mate

None

Kits

None

Soulbond

None

{ Sexual Information }

Sexual Orientation | Bisexual (leans strongly towards females, however)

Preferences | He always appreciates anyone attractive, especially the ladies. But he has a certain fondness for blue eyed cats.

o Lasting relationship
o Quick Fling
o Unsure
(ahaha he doesn't know what he wants obviously)

Current Attractions | No one yet

{ Heart Chart }

N/a

{ Other }

~ He has a huge weakness for cute things, which completely shatters his chill exterior and reveals his hidden inner fangirl. This could be a reason as to why he flirts so much, since he can never resist going up to something or someone cute and openly admiring it. Also he thinks kits are the most adorable things ever and he honestly just wants to adopt every kit he comes across.

~ Favorite season is spring

~ His favorite food is rabbit (though not baby rabbits because they're so cute and why would anyone want to eat them???)

~ He has arsonphobia, which is the fear of fire. This makes him uneasy when he comes into contact with Fire Tribers.

~ He tends to not think before he acts, for the most part.

~ He is a terrible swimmer.

~ A part of him likes to imagine what it would be like if he were a leader, but he's also intimidated by the idea so he tries not to think about it too much.

~ He is a typical male and likes to fantasize about the booty lovely females

~ Although he's a good companion in a fight, he's actually somewhat of a pacifist.

~ It's difficult to get him purely angry, for the most part. He usually gets mad when he sees something occurring that he finds to be unjust.

~ Though he will also admire handsome toms, he doesn't flirt with them. He reserves that for the females. So all you toms can breathe a sigh of relief because you won't have to experience that awkwardness any time soon.

{ RP Example }

Taken from a roleplay with Kakia and Green-Shadow Kyer

It had probably not been a good idea to yell for that long, because she had now been rewarded with way more dust in her mouth than had gone in earlier. Spitting as much of it out as she could, she grimaced and shakily got to her paws. The idea that someone was out there appeared to have unfrozen her, although that didn't mean she was any less frightened out of her fur. Perhaps this was because she still had an unconscious desire to prove to everyone that she feared nothing. Or maybe she just wanted to stand to try and get a glimpse of who was approaching. Not that that would help much, since she couldn't see anything. She turned from left to right, unsure of where to expect the other cat to come from. She could still hear her name, mainly due to the wind blowing the cat's voice in her direction. It did appear to be getting closer, though... and suddenly, she caught the scent of the other cat right when she recognized the voice. Kyer! For once in the time that she had known him, she was extremely glad that he was on the way. She despised the idea of having to be helped out of this as though she were a kit that didn't know where to place its paws, but... if she had to have anyone come to her aid, then Kyer would be her first choice, as irritating and infuriating as he was. Anyway, he already knew about her fear of storms, so she wouldn't have to put up a false front about that around him. "Kyer!" she called, coughing a little after she'd spoken. The volume of the wind seemed to increase then, and she froze once more, panic threatening to bubble up again. And suddenly Kyer was there, and even though she had long ago decided that she didn't like him in the slightest, she couldn't help but feel furiously relieved that he was there, and in a completely out-of-character moment, most likely brought on by deliriousness, she practically buried her face in the fur along his side. Of course, once she realized what she was doing, she frowned and jerked away. Obviously his idiocy and ignorance of personal space was beginning to rub off on her. "Took you long enough," she huffed at him, trying to hide her gratefulness and hoping that he hadn't noticed that awkward thing she'd just done because she really had enough to deal with right now. At least now she didn't feel as petrified as she had a little earlier, now that she was in the company of someone she was relatively used to. Not willing to speak again and choke on another mouthful of sand, she narrowed her eyes and stared in various directions. Now what? Kyer's here, but do we even know where to go? Suddenly she felt anger slowly flood over her. Why the hell was Kyer out here in the first place? She knew he was kind of dumb, but even she hadn't expected him to be that much of an idiot. Was he trying to get himself killed? Why didn't he just stay back at the camp?? If he died, she was going to strangle his dead body's neck, and it would serve him right, of an idiot. Was he trying to get himself killed? Why didn't he just stay back at the camp?? If he died, she was going to strangle his dead body's neck, and it would serve him right, too, because why would he even put himself in harm's way like this??? Dumbass! Her gratitude evaporated, and she glared in the opposite direction of him, practically fuming. If they got out of this alive, she was going to give him a piece of her mind, dammit.

The-Golden-Butterfly (c) Syco and all the admins (including the former admins)