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#The-Blue-TidesEdit3: How to deal with four moons of history: fuck it, he was depressed |D
I'll probably edit this a lot as I go on but asdf I just want to get it done so I can roll around with my fluffy kitty ;;
*realization*
lol I forgot I made his birthday the same day as mine 8'D
Edit4: Added somethinnngs... owo
Edit5: Added some personality traits, the only relations I can remember atm, and fixed the coding xD Also he'd sorta kinda in ShadowClan...? I think? I haven't switched his app yet and me and Tox are still doing the rp and asdf
Edit6: Lol so long virginity
Edit7: new relationship thingy wheee
Edit8: decided to make him polyamorous so yeah
||Physical Information||
Name || Bumble Bee
Name Origin || N/A
Nickname || "B"
D.O.B || September 21st, 2011
Age || 1 year, 7 months (19 months)
Breed || 80% Ragdoll, 5% Javanese, 15% Turkish Angora
Gender || Male
Clan || ThunderClan, ShadowClan
||Appearance||
General || B has a very feminine form. Even when he walks he does it in an elegant fashion. His fur is longest at his cheeks, elbows, and tail, and his fur is a pale yellow-ish ginger shade. His pelt is darker on his back and face, along with a few freckles on his cheeks.
Pelt Length || His pelt is relatively long and silky, with it's longest points being at his tail and cheeks. He also has very long inner ear tuffs, and a long piece of fur that he uses to hide one of his eyes at all time.
Eyes || His left eye is amber and his right is blue.
Specifics || B is a Polydactyl Cat: both of his front paws have six toes. The bottom of his right forepaw has a splotch around his paw pads. Also, he had a dark stripe on his eye-lids, making it look like he has longer eye-lashes and thus easily confusing others into believing he is a female.
||Sexuality||
Orientation || Polyamorous Homosexual
Preference(s) || B doesn't like to say that he has a preference, but he can't help but find larger, stronger toms attractive. He likes blue and amber eyes, and pale pelts.
Activity || He had one-night stand with Metalclaw of RiverClan a while back.
||Brief History||
Kit-hood (Birth - 6 moons) || "When...When I was younger, I had a small family. It was just me, Miss and Mister-- my parents. I think I had a sister, but she died a few days after she was born... Anyway, my family wasn't all that perfect. My mother was a very hostile she-cat, I guess she and my father fought before I was born and she never really liked him, but kept him around because he would hunt for us. But she wouldn't let him near me.. And when he tried she would hurt him. She just... I couldn't stand her. Mister was a nice cat! He never tried to harm anyone, but she would always claw him whenever he came near. He didn't stop, though. He wanted to get to know me, and I wanted to know him, but Miss wouldn't allow it. When I was about four months old, Mister was able to distract my mother long enough for us to talk. He promised he would come play with me more often and tht he'd take me away from Miss when I was old enough to walk to his den. I was never more excited. He left after that, and I only really saw him when he would bring me and my mother prey.
During those moons that I was growing and learning my mother just seemed to get meaner. Constantly picking out all my mistakes and punishing me harshly when I did wrong.. Miss even went as far to swipe at me when I'd try to go outside with my father. But I managed to put up with it, because I knew that when I was big enough I'd get to leave.
I hadn't really grown much size-wise during that time, but I was stronger. Every time Mister would come to give us prey I'd beg him to take me along with him, and one night, he said that he would. I was so happy and excited to explore, and her picked me up by the scruff and began to take me away. Yes, I was that small. Heh.. Anyway, he was taking me out of the abandoned house me and Miss lived in when she came out fro her nest. I remember that day so clearly.. The fear and anger in her green eyes, the way she lunged at Mister.. He dropped me and I ran over to the exit of the den, expecting him to follow... But when I turned around him and my mother were fighting... She... She had his throat in her jaws.. I didn't know what to do! I panicked! I... I ran over and dug my claws into her shoulders, biting down on the back of her neck. I knew I was too small to do much, but it got her attention and she let go of Mister, and shook me off. She started wailing and saying that I was a traitor just like Mister... But I wasn't! I just didn't want my father to be murdered! She then.. lunged at me.. I flailed and kicked out at her with all my might, biting and scratching, but she didn't hurt me. She was trying to drag me back into the nest. With all my flailing and scratching I managed to claw her eye and she dropped me, and ran back to her nest, hissing and spitting in anger. I helped Mister get to his den, which was in an alley in the city. That was my first night out of the den, and I couldn't even enjoy it. I helped Mister get cobwebs on his throat and when he was better he taught me how to hunt. We were happier without Miss."
Adolescence (6 - 10 moons) || "Life without my mother was very... well, worry-some. Even though I was able to finally bond with Mister and learn how to hunt, there were always the threat of dogs and other felines and even humans. But, instead of standing and fighting, Mister taught me to run and hide. It was terrible. If a cat would want our food, we'd run. If a cat would insult us, we'd run. I hated it! I didn't want to appear cowardly. It was only like this for a moon, before I decided to teach myself to fight. There was another young cat out on the streets, his name was Stripes. Me and him never got along, but he was virtually the same size as me. So, I decided to go and pick a fight for once. He was always calling me names and making fun of me because of my different colored eyes and how small and skittish I was, so I was finally going to stand up for myself. I know it probably wasn't a smart idea; to go out and pick a fight with hardly any experience. But how else would I learn? Father was too afraid to battle train.
My fight with Stripes didn't go so well; as predicted. I tried to forget about that day,but I can remember going home to Mister covered in small scratches and bruises. Not wanting him to yell at me, I told him I was attacked by a small group of cats my age. He was still worried, but at least he didn't holler at me.. So, instead of going out and trying to pick fights, i decided to practice by myself. Mister would just think I was playing with an imaginary friend, but I wasn't. I would lash out at the air, roll, jump.. to me, I thought I was the best fighter ever. I practiced for a moon, before finding Stripes again. It wasn't hard; he was always around his den. Never really strayed far other than to hunt; almost like me and father. Only he was suck a brat about everything. He thought because he had a collar that he was better than others. So, we got into a fight like always, only this time, I would win. I guess I had an advantage, I mean, I did have more claws than him. With my training I surprisingly was able to fight until he begged for me to let go, but I wasn't done. When I had him pinned down with his chin to the floor, I finally ridded him of that stupid collar. Now he can see that he's just like the rest of us..
When I went back to Mister, I hardly had any scratches, but he still freaked out. He told me I shouldn't fight and that I could get hurt... I didn't want him to worry about me so I told him I wouldn't do anything else dangerous. Over the next moon or so life was pretty good. I wasn't running away as much and I could finally stand up for myself. When Mister wasn't looking of course. Whenever I would try to teach him some of the basic fighting moves I taught myself he would always decline and say fighting is wrong. I noticed something, though. He seemed to be getting really thin. He would shake as if he were cold during even the warm nights and didn't go out as much. It was my turn to take care of him. So I would hunt and scavenge food for us, making sure that he would eat first, but he was eating less and less.
When I was about 10 moons old... Mister was struck by a car. One of our friends, Dean, told me that he didn't suffer.. It was so sudden and harsh. I honestly never seen it coming. I was so upset. For a week I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't leave the nest. Dean lived with me after my father had gone to make sure I was okay... but I wasn't. Mister was all that I had.. I would lay in my nest and think about the short time we had together, and all the fun we had.. If only we didn't spend so much time running away."
Early Adulthood (10 - 24 moons) || "Dean and I left the city after that. He told me he didn't want me to put up with the low lives that lived there, and that the forest was a much more peaceful place. I guess he was right for the most part. Prey was plentiful and cats were few. We hardly ever ran into others, but when we did it wasn't pretty. We spent the first three moons after my father's death traveling, never really staying in one place for too long. It was just us, and it was nice. I guess it was around that time when I realized I like tomcats as well.. heh. Dean wasn't like that, though, and I respected that. We lived together for quite a while, and it reminded me of the time I spent with Mister, only Dean wasn't one to run away. I remember once, when I was about 13 moons old, he took on three rogues at one time. I was so impressed when he only came out with a small scar above his eye. I didn't fight then, I watched. Their wounds fascinated me.. the pain in their eyes, the way they reacted, the blood... My thoughts began to scare me, and I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. I felt like I was becoming Miss; I enjoyed others pain.
A few uneventful moons passed, I was about 15 moons old now. I was still small, about the size I am today actually, heh.. Anyway, Dean had found himself a mate. I was happy for him, but she was a house pet, and she wanted him to live with her. Even though I was good with hunting and defending for myself, I still didn't want him to go. He was the closest thing to family I had left. My and I fought the night he told me he was going to live with his mate. He accused me of being clingy and I told him he was a traitor... and I swiped at him.. I felt so bad, because that was the last night I ever seen him. That night after the fight I just left. Not wanting to see him again after our fight, I headed deeper into the forest. I only ever stopped to hunt and slept in trees, fleeing whenever I would run into somebody. It was a very low point in my life where I was just alone and depressed all the time. I isolated myself from the rest of the world and just traveled.
Surprisingly enough, my loner life lasted longer than I thought. Four moons passed, and I was still alone, still avoiding others.. Until I discovered the Clans. "
||Relationships||
[
] Family[
] Mate[ name ] Deceased
[
]Unsure/Neutral[
] Acquaintance[
] Friend[
] Good Friend[
] Best Friend[
] Unbreakable Bond[
] Fear/Discomfort[
] Hate[
] Crush[
] Lust[
] Love Interest[
] Love|| WindClan ||
*name* ||
| ... || ThunderClan ||
Viperstar ||
| ... || SkyClan ||
*name* ||
| ... || ShadowClan ||
Pallidprancer ||
: : | ... Cricketpaw ||
| ... Russetpaw ||
| ... || RiverClan ||
Metalclaw ||
| ... Feathertail ||
| ... || Outside The Clans ||
*name* ||
| ... ||Personality||
| Reserved | Intelligent | Anxious | Polite | Coldhearted/Aggressive | Sadistic | Uncommitted | Charming | Feminine | Manipulative | Sensitive | Sheepish |
Reserved || Due to B's harsh past, he tends to shy away from others. He even tends to sleep outside of camp because he feels uncomfortable around others. He doesn't openly talk about himself, and would much rather listen to others talk about their day than give his opinion. He can also become rather aggressive if pushed to talk about himself, but tries not to lash out.
Intelligent || Because he is so shy and reserved, he has become very smart about studying other felines body languages and techniques before approaching some cat. He also observes prey and their habits, and thus has become rather talented at hunting. However, he still has problems with battles, because in a fight there isn't time to observe others and plan out how they are going to strike.
Anxious || Since he grew up with an abusive mother, he is very anxious and panicky around females and virtually any cat that resembles her. He is always worried that he is going to be harmed or that he is going to harm others. Also, since he has joined ThunderClan after living on his own for so long, he is very easily startled by others.
Polite || Naturally, when B grew up he didn't want to be anything like his mother. He learned how to avoid harming others mentally, and usually addresses others by "Sir" or "Ma'am".
Coldhearted/Aggressive || Despite being so polite and quiet, B can easily throw someone to the sharks, so to speak. After his mother attacked him and his father died, he felt that if he would build a bond with any cat it would only end badly, and thus pushes others away.
Sadistic || *Coming soon...
Uncommitted || Although he isn't looking for love, he'd like to say he wants to be in a long-term relationship, but can't see himself messing around with one cat for too long. If he seeks others for pleasure, he makes sure there's no emotional attachments behind it.
Feminine || Because of his small size and elegant form, B is often mistaken for a she-cat. It used to irritate him, but when he joined the Clan it became more and more frequent, and now enjoys fooling toms into flirting with him.
Manipulative || *Coming soon...
Charming || *Coming soon...
Sensitive || Because he is so small and shy he is often a victim to harassment and tormenting, but rather than cowering and appearing weak, he suffers in silence. Virtually any small comment about his personality or appearance feels like a stab to the chest. This type of behavior came from how his mother used to treat him, and rather than lashing out at her he would silently listen to everything she could pick out that's wrong with him. Now, sitting in silence is he immediate reaction.
Sheepish || *Coming soon...
||Fears||
She-Cats || Not all she-cats. Mainly those who looks like his mother: ginger stripped fur, a short tail, green eyes. He has a constant paranoia that she-cats are always ready to snap and swipe at him, or start yelling, and thus strays away from them even when they do not look like his mother. Usually when he runs into someone with her traits he tries to avoid eye contact and stays quiet since Miss would get mad at him for saying something wrong.
||Extras||
Likes ||
Being Alone Stretching His Claws Hunting Messing With Others The Company of Older, Experienced Cats Tomcats Dislikes ||
She-Cats Arrogant Cats Battle Training Large Groups of Cats Younger CatsSocial Anxiety || *Coming soon...
Major Depression Disorder || *Coming soon...||Role Play Example||
Rarity sat quietly in the forest, her soft paws gently kneaded the ground in front of her. Irritation hung heavy in the air around her as she silently cursed herself for missing the mouse that was meant to be her next meal. She often went a few days without eating due to her clawless paws making it hard to get a grips on the squirming prey, and not wanting to run into any of the 'Clan' cats that lived around here. The young birman winced as she felt another sharp pain in her stomach, and she crouched down in pain. "Curse those Twolegs," she growled under her breath, her azure eyes scanning the area around her for any woodland creatures. This was ThunderClan territory, she believed, and although her current nest as in WindClan land, she came here for find a mouse or two. Rabbits ran too fast for her and her soft paws made it nearly impossible to hold them down, so her only option was to venture out into the thick forests of the ThunderClan. She never understood it, really. Why the groups of cats would rather fight each other than share prey and all live in harmony. Being the smart she-cat that she was, whenever she would meet one of the Clan cats she would ask them about this, and the answer was always the same. Their all so hooked on following this 'warrior code' of theirs. She smirked. She was lost in thought for a few heartbeats until she spotted a small robin out of the corner of her eye.
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Comments: 141
oh gosh that would have been amazing xD
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Wow I just came across this while I was planing out my app, damn, I'm glad I did!
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hehe I cannot wait to rp more with B~~
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'Lol so long virginity!'
-Falls out of seat- XD
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I'd love to RP this boy and Ronnie, seeing as they both are joining ShadowClan ~
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Gasp
I'd love to o:
Just shoot me a note yo
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hey darlin, if you ever have time. Id love to rp with you sometime.
This tom just seems really interesting <333 
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I'd love to <33
Where would you like to roleplay? Notes or Skype? ^^
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skype plz (:
I'll be home in about 40-50min
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Aww, hes's precious.
My main OC is a she-cat. She's depressed too :0 Mistbreeeeeze.
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oh he's pretty .u.
I'd love to have an rp if you're up for one c:
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Thank you! ;w;
Sure ! ^*^ Shoot me a note whenever c:
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so.adorable. Defentaly the prettiest tom i've seen in TBT
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We should RP sometime :]
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Yes, we should
Just send me a note whenever C:
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He dislikes she-cats?
...
He dislikes she-cats! 8D
Ratpaw has a kindred spirit ;^;
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Yes, we must ^*^
Just shoot me a note c:
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Okay oUo
What character of mine though?
Birchpaw, Flarerain, and a new character coming soon.
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Okay |D
What border does Rarity live the closest to?
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ShadowClan and WindClan xD
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Lolololol, my mind blanked out when sending that first note, totally forget I was suppose to be RP'ing with bumble. Oh well. I was going to ask to RP with Rarity anyways |D
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Awe. The Sensitive thing sounds like Batshade. They both suffer in silence. Except Batshade is mostly hard on himself and acts like he'll shred people. Something tells me one of these days B will too.
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yes
yes we do
send me a note bro
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Hmmm...I wonder what B would think of Sixclaw? Since she overpunishes others for things that she will even do, and has anger issues. (Plus they are both polydactyls .o.)
THEY'D BE BEST FWIENDZIES. (Throws Sixclaw at B)
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I'm not sure XD He'd probably keep away from her, especially since she has the same color eyes as his mother
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