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Description
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+ WIP

Basic Information

Present Name: Raggedstorm

Past Names: Raggedkit || Raggedpaw || Thornpatch

Kit Nickname: Prickle || Spike

Age: 40 Moons || Approximately 3 Years and 4 Months Old

Gender: Male

Breed: Savannah (80%) X Maine Coon (10%) l l These are his dominate breeds, but he is a 'mutt' if you will

Appearance Information

Build: xxx

Fur: xxx

Eyes: xxx

Tail: xxx

Expression: xxx

Clan Information

Rank: Seasoned Warrior

Clan: Shadowclan

Apprentice: None

Personality Information

Charming | Obnoxious | Quick to Judge | Caring | Crude | Realistic | Perfectionist | His Hidden Side | Other

Charming: With an elaborate, soothing voice, Thornpatch is quite the charmer. He know's the perfect way of posture and manners, to any girls heart. And for those who fight his power of charm, he tries even harder to get them, becoming determined for the she cat to finally let him inside her heart and other thing He learned his charms for his role model as a young kitten, his mother, who had a way with the tomcats in Shadowclan. Never having known his father, he grew to see his mother as both a father figure AND mother figure.

Obnoxious: WIP

Quick to Judge: WIP

Caring: WIP

Crude: WIP

Realistic: WIP

Perfectionist: WIP

His Hidden Side: WIP

Other: WIP

History Information

The Story Before the Story:

WIP

The Birth:

Thunder seemed to shake the ground, and with lightning came the fear of camp being struck. The pine tree's in Shadowclan's territory that had once been comforting to see, was now all too frightening as they seemed to sway back and forth. Perhaps it was a trick of the eye, but no Shadowclan cat was sure.
The only thing worth risking the safety of one's shelter of the storm was to here of news. During this weather, one of the queens had went into labor. Shadowclan was pleased by new kittens on the arrival, but hated the fact they were at danger from the storm.
The queen revealed herself to be Redwillow, a beautiful cat who always was given much attention from the male gender. Convulsions racked her body, and she couldnt help but gasp, "How many kittens again?"
The medicine cat chuckled, reminding her there was only 3 and she should relax, and keep pushing.
Finally, too small bundles of hour slid out and she was relieved it was finally over.
The larger one, she named Raggedkit, for his ragged looking fur, yet that was soft to the touch. The smaller one was named Furrykit, for the fluffy fur of the female.

The Fire:

Raggedkit through the ball of moss into the air, and batted it with his paws. The bundle rolled over to Furrykit, where she bit it, tussling her head back and forth to undo the tightly done ball. Their was asleep, along with the rest of the clan, and they had decided to mess around. The night was silent and calm, but Raggedkit had a feeling something was to happen, his spine tingled with anticipation as he tackled his un-noticing sister and play fought with her. They played quietly intill they were tired, and that was when it started. Close to camp, Furrykit heard a noise- which was actually young twoleg children messing around. Eyes widening, they slowly crept out of camp to see what twolegs looked like. Sure enough, they saw the younger twolegs. One of them held something shiny in their paws, and flicked something to reveal fire spring from it. Laughingly, as if groggy, one stumbles over to a brittle grassy area and lit it. With one little light, the fire spread quickly and the twolegs left. Raggedkit and Furrykit crept back to camp, afraid. Raggedkit raced into the nursery to wake his mother, but she wasn't moving. Her body suddenly felt cold and stiff, and Raggedkit creeped out slowly backwards, horrified. Furrykit wailed, flicking her tail. "We have to wake them!" she cried.
Raggedkit raced into the warriors den, noticing the fire slowly creeping into camp. "Fire! Fire!" he wailed, jumping on all of them and scratching them with his measly claws. All of them awoke, annoyed but realization set in quickly. "Awake the clan!" one screeched, and all of them raced out of their dens, awaking each cat in each den and hussling them out of camp. Their leader, Scorchstar, ordered them to go to the beach, where it would be safe and stay close to the water. The smell of ashes and heat over took the elders and queens with kits, they went much slower. But the fire was spreading fast.
"Aspenpaw! Alert Thunderclan and head for the beach!" he ordered, she ran away, one of the fastest cats in the clan. "Snowwing- escort her." he yelled, and her mentor followed after her, quickly catching up.
As cats were hustled out, the two kittens were led out, and a thought went through Raggedkit's head. "What about Redwillow! " he cried, remembering the scene where is mother wouldn't wake up.
The medicine cat, Smoketail, sighed. "Ill go back and get some of the herbs, stay where you are kits." she ordered, racing back to the flamed camp.
They raced to the shore and waited, and waited…..and waited.
But Smoketail never came back;
and neither did Redwillow.
And niether did apart of Raggedkit.

The Incident:

WIP

The Promise:

WIP

The Present:

WIP

Family Information

Parents:

Antpelt: WIP

Redwillow: WIP

Siblings:

Furrykit: WIP

Mate:

Currently Single ;)

Children:

None As of Right Now

Relationship Information

Relationship Status: Currently Single; but looking for nothing serious

What He's Looking For: Thornpatch isn't one of those 'shallow' like cats, he finds beauty in everything and every she-cat. She doesn't need to be beyond attractive, but he does like cats with fiery attitudes and personalities he finds them extremely attractive and entertaining to talk to. He also loves shy girls who are easy to sway. But hey, every now and then he likes a challenge.

Current Attractions: None As Of Now

Love Plotting: Always Open ;)

Roleplay Example

Sample 1:

Thistlefur of course laid on the forest floor for the rest of the time, letting her bad leg rest for a rather dreadful journey to come. She didnt know why or how, but of course the wind was hitting them and going forward. Just bad luck... she mumbled, knowing all too well either way a cat would find her holding what they think is stolen prey. The story began to unfold in her mind and she groaned out. Being taken into their camp, being held prisoner in some stupid volcano waiting to explode. Begging for her own clan to trade with them; but they refusing. Spending the rest of her life as a prisoner cooped up in hostile territory.
But, Thistlefur knew she had a wild imagination. No such thing would happen! The worst that could happen is she is framed for something she obviously didnt do, which is better then being held captive for the rest of her life.
Taking a deep breathe, she propped herself up so that she sat, but with her leg out. Her ears pricked and the mouse still lay in her jaws. A sneaking suspicion snuck up on her and then; a growl could be heard from the pit of her stomach. This coudlnt get any worse- she was hungry; very hungry.
Instincts told her not to eat it yet though, for some thing was to come. Probably Starclan giving her a hint some person was coming because they felt bad she was so clumsy and doomed. She snorted, but kept the mouse in her jaws, too tired to do anything but wait.
And soon enough she heard paw steps, barely audible to hear. She wouldn't have heard them, if she had been thinking to herself. Good thing she had cleared her thoughts. It would really suck to be surprised by the cat.
Sniffing, Thistlefur coudl detect it was none other then Raggedclan; which wasn't such a surprise. She looked around quickly, flipping her head back and forth, waiting for the cat to appear. When he did, she practically leapt up in surprise, but her leg hurt too bad.
Watching him, she slowly scanned him over, taking in information and trying to figure out exactly who he was and if he was indeed a threat. Sadly; his identity was revealed easily, making Thistlefur nervous and jumpy. This was their CLAN LEADER.
Oh starclan! Save me now!
Thistlefur whimpered, but realized she was being watched by not anyone; but a high ranked cat. She had to show she was tough and could take a beating; or she was dead meat! Yet the sympathy card would be much easier..and she was sooo tired.
She laid her body down to gaze up at him. "I hurt my paw." she informed him. "After catching the mouse in my territory. I tumbled into here and been unable to walk."

Sample 2:

At his response, her ears flattened. She certainly wasn't expecting such a rude reaction to her simple question. Jaws clenched, she managed to not reply with a snappy remark. He was their deputy; so she should control herself around him.
Sighing to herself, she thought about how their first meeting had gone. SHe had been expecting a better impression she left on the gruff tomcat, but she was definitely wrong.
His next comment made her wince and she almost took a step back, in shock. Fishbrain? Fishbrain? Who does he think he is! She looked away to scowl at her paws. He had no right. But alas; that wouldn't stop him, he was 'Mr. Deputy,' acting as if he didnt care about any of his loyal warriors feelings or opinions. "This she-cat has a name." she muttered to him, looking back up to him with a blank expression on her face. Surprised, she noticed she had calm down already from his hurtful comment. Ears back up, she licked her chin. "I'm Thistlefur. she announced, waiting for some rude reply that he didnt care whatsoever.
"But if you do act like a fool I'm afraid you'll have to be alone for yet another evening."
Thistlefur, lost the silent battle of the stare down. She looked away, hurt and feeling even more lonely then before. She was coming off as weak and vulnerable- the complete inside of her. But she had to rebuild her rough exterior quickly, so he didnt feel the need to hurt her already damaged ego. "I don't eat alone because no one will sit with me." she finally snapped. "I usually prefer to eat alone for the silence but today i felt like some company. she mumbled the last part, but kept a glare locked on him.
Hesitantly, she took a fish quickly, and went to a side of the cave that no one ever went over to. The younger, rude warriors declared it Thistlefur's lonely den. But what did she care? They were all fish brains. All of them.

Description
[ Please Note: /
+ WIP

Basic Information

Present Name: Raggedstorm

Past Names: Raggedkit || Raggedpaw || Thornpatch

Kit Nickname: Prickle || Spike

Age: 40 Moons || Approximately 3 Years and 4 Months Old

Gender: Male

Breed: Savannah (80%) X Maine Coon (10%) l l These are his dominate breeds, but he is a 'mutt' if you will

Appearance Information

Build: xxx

Fur: xxx

Eyes: xxx

Tail: xxx

Expression: xxx

Clan Information

Rank: Seasoned Warrior

Clan: Shadowclan

Apprentice: None

Personality Information

Charming | Obnoxious | Quick to Judge | Caring | Crude | Realistic | Perfectionist | His Hidden Side | Other

Charming: With an elaborate, soothing voice, Thornpatch is quite the charmer. He know's the perfect way of posture and manners, to any girls heart. And for those who fight his power of charm, he tries even harder to get them, becoming determined for the she cat to finally let him inside her heart and other thing He learned his charms for his role model as a young kitten, his mother, who had a way with the tomcats in Shadowclan. Never having known his father, he grew to see his mother as both a father figure AND mother figure.

Obnoxious: WIP

Quick to Judge: WIP

Caring: WIP

Crude: WIP

Realistic: WIP

Perfectionist: WIP

His Hidden Side: WIP

Other: WIP

History Information

The Story Before the Story:

WIP

The Birth:

Thunder seemed to shake the ground, and with lightning came the fear of camp being struck. The pine tree's in Shadowclan's territory that had once been comforting to see, was now all too frightening as they seemed to sway back and forth. Perhaps it was a trick of the eye, but no Shadowclan cat was sure.
The only thing worth risking the safety of one's shelter of the storm was to here of news. During this weather, one of the queens had went into labor. Shadowclan was pleased by new kittens on the arrival, but hated the fact they were at danger from the storm.
The queen revealed herself to be Redwillow, a beautiful cat who always was given much attention from the male gender. Convulsions racked her body, and she couldnt help but gasp, "How many kittens again?"
The medicine cat chuckled, reminding her there was only 3 and she should relax, and keep pushing.
Finally, too small bundles of hour slid out and she was relieved it was finally over.
The larger one, she named Raggedkit, for his ragged looking fur, yet that was soft to the touch. The smaller one was named Furrykit, for the fluffy fur of the female.

The Fire:

Raggedkit through the ball of moss into the air, and batted it with his paws. The bundle rolled over to Furrykit, where she bit it, tussling her head back and forth to undo the tightly done ball. Their was asleep, along with the rest of the clan, and they had decided to mess around. The night was silent and calm, but Raggedkit had a feeling something was to happen, his spine tingled with anticipation as he tackled his un-noticing sister and play fought with her. They played quietly intill they were tired, and that was when it started. Close to camp, Furrykit heard a noise- which was actually young twoleg children messing around. Eyes widening, they slowly crept out of camp to see what twolegs looked like. Sure enough, they saw the younger twolegs. One of them held something shiny in their paws, and flicked something to reveal fire spring from it. Laughingly, as if groggy, one stumbles over to a brittle grassy area and lit it. With one little light, the fire spread quickly and the twolegs left. Raggedkit and Furrykit crept back to camp, afraid. Raggedkit raced into the nursery to wake his mother, but she wasn't moving. Her body suddenly felt cold and stiff, and Raggedkit creeped out slowly backwards, horrified. Furrykit wailed, flicking her tail. "We have to wake them!" she cried.
Raggedkit raced into the warriors den, noticing the fire slowly creeping into camp. "Fire! Fire!" he wailed, jumping on all of them and scratching them with his measly claws. All of them awoke, annoyed but realization set in quickly. "Awake the clan!" one screeched, and all of them raced out of their dens, awaking each cat in each den and hussling them out of camp. Their leader, Scorchstar, ordered them to go to the beach, where it would be safe and stay close to the water. The smell of ashes and heat over took the elders and queens with kits, they went much slower. But the fire was spreading fast.
"Aspenpaw! Alert Thunderclan and head for the beach!" he ordered, she ran away, one of the fastest cats in the clan. "Snowwing- escort her." he yelled, and her mentor followed after her, quickly catching up.
As cats were hustled out, the two kittens were led out, and a thought went through Raggedkit's head. "What about Redwillow! " he cried, remembering the scene where is mother wouldn't wake up.
The medicine cat, Smoketail, sighed. "Ill go back and get some of the herbs, stay where you are kits." she ordered, racing back to the flamed camp.
They raced to the shore and waited, and waited…..and waited.
But Smoketail never came back;
and neither did Redwillow.
And niether did apart of Raggedkit.

The Incident:

WIP

The Promise:

WIP

The Present:

WIP

Family Information

Parents:

Antpelt: WIP

Redwillow: WIP

Siblings:

Furrykit: WIP

Mate:

Currently Single ;)

Children:

None As of Right Now

Relationship Information

Relationship Status: Currently Single; but looking for nothing serious

What He's Looking For: Thornpatch isn't one of those 'shallow' like cats, he finds beauty in everything and every she-cat. She doesn't need to be beyond attractive, but he does like cats with fiery attitudes and personalities he finds them extremely attractive and entertaining to talk to. He also loves shy girls who are easy to sway. But hey, every now and then he likes a challenge.

Current Attractions: None As Of Now

Love Plotting: Always Open ;)

Roleplay Example

Sample 1:

Thistlefur of course laid on the forest floor for the rest of the time, letting her bad leg rest for a rather dreadful journey to come. She didnt know why or how, but of course the wind was hitting them and going forward. Just bad luck... she mumbled, knowing all too well either way a cat would find her holding what they think is stolen prey. The story began to unfold in her mind and she groaned out. Being taken into their camp, being held prisoner in some stupid volcano waiting to explode. Begging for her own clan to trade with them; but they refusing. Spending the rest of her life as a prisoner cooped up in hostile territory.
But, Thistlefur knew she had a wild imagination. No such thing would happen! The worst that could happen is she is framed for something she obviously didnt do, which is better then being held captive for the rest of her life.
Taking a deep breathe, she propped herself up so that she sat, but with her leg out. Her ears pricked and the mouse still lay in her jaws. A sneaking suspicion snuck up on her and then; a growl could be heard from the pit of her stomach. This coudlnt get any worse- she was hungry; very hungry.
Instincts told her not to eat it yet though, for some thing was to come. Probably Starclan giving her a hint some person was coming because they felt bad she was so clumsy and doomed. She snorted, but kept the mouse in her jaws, too tired to do anything but wait.
And soon enough she heard paw steps, barely audible to hear. She wouldn't have heard them, if she had been thinking to herself. Good thing she had cleared her thoughts. It would really suck to be surprised by the cat.
Sniffing, Thistlefur coudl detect it was none other then Raggedclan; which wasn't such a surprise. She looked around quickly, flipping her head back and forth, waiting for the cat to appear. When he did, she practically leapt up in surprise, but her leg hurt too bad.
Watching him, she slowly scanned him over, taking in information and trying to figure out exactly who he was and if he was indeed a threat. Sadly; his identity was revealed easily, making Thistlefur nervous and jumpy. This was their CLAN LEADER.
Oh starclan! Save me now!
Thistlefur whimpered, but realized she was being watched by not anyone; but a high ranked cat. She had to show she was tough and could take a beating; or she was dead meat! Yet the sympathy card would be much easier..and she was sooo tired.
She laid her body down to gaze up at him. "I hurt my paw." she informed him. "After catching the mouse in my territory. I tumbled into here and been unable to walk."

Sample 2:

At his response, her ears flattened. She certainly wasn't expecting such a rude reaction to her simple question. Jaws clenched, she managed to not reply with a snappy remark. He was their deputy; so she should control herself around him.
Sighing to herself, she thought about how their first meeting had gone. SHe had been expecting a better impression she left on the gruff tomcat, but she was definitely wrong.
His next comment made her wince and she almost took a step back, in shock. Fishbrain? Fishbrain? Who does he think he is! She looked away to scowl at her paws. He had no right. But alas; that wouldn't stop him, he was 'Mr. Deputy,' acting as if he didnt care about any of his loyal warriors feelings or opinions. "This she-cat has a name." she muttered to him, looking back up to him with a blank expression on her face. Surprised, she noticed she had calm down already from his hurtful comment. Ears back up, she licked her chin. "I'm Thistlefur. she announced, waiting for some rude reply that he didnt care whatsoever.
"But if you do act like a fool I'm afraid you'll have to be alone for yet another evening."
Thistlefur, lost the silent battle of the stare down. She looked away, hurt and feeling even more lonely then before. She was coming off as weak and vulnerable- the complete inside of her. But she had to rebuild her rough exterior quickly, so he didnt feel the need to hurt her already damaged ego. "I don't eat alone because no one will sit with me." she finally snapped. "I usually prefer to eat alone for the silence but today i felt like some company. she mumbled the last part, but kept a glare locked on him.
Hesitantly, she took a fish quickly, and went to a side of the cave that no one ever went over to. The younger, rude warriors declared it Thistlefur's lonely den. But what did she care? They were all fish brains. All of them.