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Description
GENERAL INFORMATION

Name Wintercall
Past Names Winterkit, Winterpaw
Age 4 Season cycles
Sex Tom
Orientation Straight

CLAN INFORMATION

Clan Lightclan
Rank Warrior
Apprentice none

PERSONALITY

| Determined / Stubborn | Nothing will ever persuade Wintercall to change his mind once he has, indeed set his mind to something. He is insufferably stubborn and once he had decided to do it is is hard ironed determined and WILL do it, or die trying. This is, mostly, a good asset when it comes to new battle techniques and keeping his clan safe, because it keeps him focused and a deadly enemy to meet in battle. Of course, it can be more annoying in the day to day chores for, if he decides one clans border really needs to be checked, and checked first, there is no telling him otherwise. (unless your the leader, then he will grumpily listen.) Of course, unless your his own clan leader he won't listen once your way and his way don't follow the same path. He will do what he thinks is best and although it comes from a good place, it can be frustrating. Don't even get me started on how this affects his personal relationships. He holds grudges, can't let things go, refuses to lose an argument and will fight long past knowing he is wrong. There, looks like I told you anyway.

| Polite | The only thing that can ever change Wintercall mid sentence is the word of his leader. Deputies he will listen to, consider, but not always follow but he will always be the type of warrior that will bravely follow his leader in to battle without needing to believe in the cause. He is, as well, extremely polite to those above him. Any warriors that are older than him, any cats who have chosen the way of the medicine cat, and of course his leader and deputy. he always makes sure he goes the extra mile to do all the things that one would do in presence of a leader. (keeping his words flat, dipping his head really low, apologizing for behavior, stating his opinion without attachment to it all those sorts of things. ) It is his very best side, besides who he is around Smallsun or his kits, and it's sometimes almost believable when watching him go from mid argument to polite kitty cat under the leaders gaze.

| Passionate | Wintercall has most of his issues stemming from the fact that his heart leads him in who he is and what he does. When he's passionate about something, he just has to chase after it with all his heart. When something goes against his heart, he opposes it with a ferocity like no other. He's black and white about many things, and acts accordingly. This is both his best trait and his worst trait depending on where you are on his list. He loves passionately, deeply, and loyally and is never afraid to show any amount of affection, however he will also show you when he has taken a dislike to you or something you are doing and will be very vocal to tell you. He isn't afraid to use tooth or claw either and has ended up in a couple fights just because such a passion causes him to lose his cool. He can't really ever be one to be subtle or hold his emotions it, but some think that is a good thing. You never wonder when it comes to Wintercall because he wears his feelings, thoughts and everything right on his chest for all to see.

| Hard Working | Few work as hard as Wintercall does. In fact, he values hard working above almost everything else, the only exception being that of being a father. (see below.) He doesn't approve of those who waste their lives away and waste their clans time and energy by being lazy. He truly believes, and thinks his life is proof, that hard work leas to true happiness. That without hard work you can not obtain everything you need and everything you desire to live a content, successful life. This is a good trait though, as it provides him with a well respected status in the clan for always having done a lot of work for the clan and providing as much as he could. He works hard, btu feels satisfied by it and finds no need to then play hard- a simple meal with his family will do.

| Family Man | Above all else, Wintercall is a family man. Family, and family honour, is hugely important to him and is second to nothing else. He is loyal to his mate, and loves her above any other, and he is everything he can be for his kits as well no matter how old they get. He always puts his family first, always makes time to see them and appreciates those who value family as much as he does. Maybe it was because growing up he didn't have the ideal family, but he is insistent about being better than his father and making sure his kits grow up knowing they are loved and will be amazing, as they already are in his eyes. He feels deep pride and contentment with the family he has created for himself.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Wintercall is not as impressive as some when it comes to size nor bulk. he is average in both but his frame is still sturdy enough. He's speed is average as well, but his large paws do hold his most interesting feature beyond his looks. His claws, once out and ready to fight, are large enough to be something to be feared. He has green eyes, much like his father but his blue grey tabby pelt is just like his mothers even if not as defined as her pure black stripes where. His white patches though are an attribute from his father but he at elast has gotten to the point where looking in the river and seeing a resemblance to the man that fathered him doesn't send him retching. No, he has come to terms with his heritage, and is thankful for the strength and cunning he inherited from both of his parents. Of course, now he has scars over his body that at this point will probably never heal. Three down the throat where his step brother got at him and some on his face from a fight he did for his clan.

BRIEF HISTORY

The love Story

Once there where two warriors, Brownvoice and Frostwind. Close as cats can be every clan member thought they would be mates. Surely, after all, they where both also strong warriors who worked hard and put the clan first. At least, that is what everyone thought. Frostwind, Wintercalls mother, had known that she wanted to be Brownvoice's mate for some time now... And she told herself that wouldn't it be even better because think of the family they could create. With good genetics and a clan oriented upbringing they could have kits that would be the whole clans pride and joy.

So, just when she was knowing in her heart she was going to tell him, he asked to speak with her alone and she knew this was it. This was going to be the moment that they could promise to create a future together. Of course, she already knew they where but it changed things to say them out loud she was sure. As they padded in to Lightclan's territory she felt a greater and greater sense of warmth and affection for the tom. He didn't need to be super emotional to get his point across, she knew him all to well. The further in to the territory they went, she could feel him relax and see the smile tugging at his maw. Silly tom, trying to hide his emotions when she surely didn't mind them.

That was, till confusion took over as he lead her to the clans border. He could have confessed anywhere, why do it where someone from the other clan might see them? As they got closer, she realized with a knot forming in ehr stomach that he was not worried about the other clan seeing.... because the "other clan" in the presence of a beautiful she cat was waiting for them at the border. Fear and confusion welled in her throat, what was he doing? Why did they need this she cat from another clan present?

He stopped, and smiled to the she cat who gave him the most warm, beautiful and yes,loving, smile back.

"Frostwind I wanted you to meet Sweetlily."

A pause, because Frostwind knew she couldn't speak.

"I'm in love with her."

The Family Portrait's Crooked

Yet, in the not so distant future, Frostwind gave birth to a single tom kit. It was a bittersweet birth filled with a mothers tears, for teh beauty of this life she had created with Brownvoice and for the heart brake she was concealing. She had everything she wanted right? She had been chosen as his mate, and now she was bearing him a son. Everything she ever wanted...

But as Winterkit grew up the tom kit rarely saw his father. The clan thought Brownvoice hardworking, for despite being a new father he spent more time out hunting in the clan. As the days went on he spent more and more time out, and only Frostwind knew why. This lead to heated arguments between them, as Frostwind demanded he spend more time with his son than out hunting. He had a family here, she just couldn't see why that wasn't enough for him. Why she wasn't enough for him.

The arguments never lead anywhere good though... He loved that other she cat and Frostwind slowly shut down her heart. She was just the cover up, she knew that. Winterkit was beautiful and strong, like his father even though he barely knew the brown and white tom that had fathered him and promised to be their for the both of them. He had promised...

So long as she kept his secret.

Apprentice Life

Winterpaw trained under a mother figure, Emberfoot. The two grew very close and it started to heal Winterpaw slightly towards the pain he felt due to his fathers abandonment. Of course this 'healing' only went totally backwards when word got out of his fathers affair... now that it had lead to kits. Not even just kits. A son. He had another son, a son he always wanted, a son he cherished and adored and made time to see. Winterpaw felt so much heart ache about this that even his mother, who was to hurt anyway to help him, nor his mentors loving touch could caress him to calm down.

He trained super hard though, day and night till his paws where blessing. Cats began to notice that, even at his young age, he was excelling in almost everything... whether they attributed ti to his blood, sweat and tears or to his genetics he didn't care. He would make his father notice him. He would.

Warrior... Finally

He was made a warrior than a younger age than most due to his skill and desire. His mind and heart though hardened to one goal though: get revenge on his father for the pain that he caused. Since his fathers adultery had come out in the open he had not repented but embraced his preferred life and left Wintercall and his mother behind for good. Emotionally though, he was such a respected warrior that for whatever reason they let him stay in the clan. It made Wintercall want to puke. A few attempts to sway his father to doing the right thing ending in screams and threats between the two.

Of course, Wintercall did not through out empty threats.

And while all this was happening; the most ebautiful thing happened. He met the most gorgeous apprentice he had ever seen, though she was close in his age. Apparently, where he had excelled she had found herself struggling. He was not his father, as he fell for this she cat from another clan he made sure to only give his heart to her, but to also put his clan before her. Work always came first, and no one noticed his absence because he would have worked so hard during the day they all would be glad to see him taking a break to go on a stroll.
when one she cat, a fellow friend of his since apprentice life, confessed she really liked him he turned her down. he would not be his father.

But the apprentice from Airclan was no longer an Apprentice. She thanked him kindly, for helping her train and learn, and he requested ehr thanks to be a kiss. She gave it to him, and they admitted what they felt for each other wasn't changing despite distances. She knew him for his sins, something he had confessed early on, and loved him. he, he just thought she was perfect for him.

As this was going on Wintercall found himself of two minds. When he was with her, Smallsun, he was the tom he had always wanted to be. A family man, doing the right thing, being a good tom.

When he wasn't, he was plotting how to get back at his father.

This all came down to one horrid night. he had found his father going to meet his preferred family and attacked with a skill that was undeniable. He went to kill the weakest kit, a daughter, but instead found himself face to face with his very on father. It took seeing Wintercall with bloodlust in his eyes and one of his daughters bleeding for Wintercall's father to realize the repercussions of his actions.

His apologies where meaningless now. how could he apologize for the pain when it couldn't save Wintercall from drowning in it?

He was going to kill his father, but as he lept at him one of his step brothers got in the way and he felt claws tear at his throat.

He was going to die, but he wanted to take his father with him so despite the blood he continued on, pinning his father down.

That was until she heard a voice cry out for him and turned around to see Smallsun crying out for him.

He yowled for her to leave. She said she couldn't. He said this wasn't any of her business, and she found her way over to him and said it was every bit her business. But this was going to make him feel better, and she argued that now, living as a better tom would. he couldn't do that, he told her. She said he would have to, becuase she had only come ehre to tell him it was time to take her to Lightclan so tehy could raise a family together.

Yes, she was pregnant, and even as he confirmed this his claws pricked a drop of blood from his fathers throat.

"Wintercall, this is the time to choose. Are you the type of tom that would have your kits grow up without a father like you did or can you swallow your pain and prove your better than all of this?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TIME SKIIPPPP~~~~~~~~~~~~

Three kits where born to Smallsun. Two males and a little she kit. They where beautiful, and Smallsun never had to wait long before Wintercall did his daily check ins. His hard working ability now focused on giving him time to see his family. His scars across his neck where still fresh, but healed. He had chosen his family, and his kits never did have to have a moment where they where without a father.

As for his father? He died of old age and no one came to grieve because his only family and friends where in another clan. Wintercall did the right thing, and told the other family so they were not left wondering why he stopped showing up.

Then he never saw them again, and lived happily. It wasn't always perfect, no fairy tale ending, but it was comfortable. He had a fmaily, cats he loved... slowly he was building friendships. No, it wasn't perfect but it was pretty near close to it.

Stats

Defense: xxxxxooooo
Speed: xxxooooooo
Endurance: xxxxxooooo
Tactical Skills: xooooooooo
Attack: xxxxxxoooo

RELATIONS

Family Brownvoice (NPC), Frostwind (potentially a character)
Relationship Status taken
Mate Wintercall
Kits He has three kits.
- son, to be adopted out
- son, to be adopted out
- daughter, to be adopted out

Relationships

= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Lust
= Greatly Dislike
/ = Despise

Mountainclan

Streamclan

Airclan

Runningmist (NPC)
- My fathers love. Meh, she's nothing to me.

Raventail (NPC)
- My step brother, but he's no family to me.

Icelily (NPC)
- My step sister, if she lived.

Lightclan

Smallsun
- No one means more to me than you do. You where the only light in a very dark time.

SON #1
- not adopted out yet, but will be

SON #2
- not adopted out yet, but will be

Daughter #1
- not adopted out yet, but will be

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE

From TGB

[pink/orange fire | Akarui | The lake ]

Dark circles showed her fatigue and she breathed out a sigh. Her lack of energy seemed to have lest to do with sleep then overall mood. She was tired of this life, even if it was getting better. She could feel in her legs and shoulders as she walked, her muscles where coming. She was getting stronger...slowly. Still, she hadn't found herself at a place yet where the demons didn't haunt her still.

Looking up, mostly to see where she was than anything she noticed a figure that was familiar to her. of course, upon a second glance she realized she must have been foolish, for the scarred white and blue-grey cat in the distance wasn't who she thought it was. That meant though that she didn't know the cat at the lake, so her tensions rose and she was prepared for the cat to turn around and her fears to be made real with a grin on the cats face. the thought gave her shivers and made discontentment bubble inside of her. The once friendly ruby she cat couldn't even approach this stranger as she would have when she was younger... she had to many emotions to face if the cat turned out to be shadow tribe.

And yet she wasn't leaving either. Her paws stayed put where they where and she found herself not moving, staring rather rudely. She, more than anything, wanted to break away from her fear. that was why she was becoming strong wasn't it? She managed a paw step towards the cat. yes, she was stronger now. She could do this. Another two steps forward. If this was a shadow tribe cat, she could defend herself and her honour if needed.

A tail length away till she saw the cats shoulder. Akarui blinked, and her fear turned into amazement and she found herself laughing at the irony of it all. So much work to get herself here and the cat turned out to be of earth tribe! The beauty in the circling shoulder tattoo had always had her admiration and the pink-orange fire couldn't believe all her fear only turned to be for a cat she instantly admired. "It's a beautiful tattoo." She found herself meowing, more to herself but she realized soon the earth tribe she cat, as noticed from the colour of the tattoo, would have overheard as well.

Credit to Neikoish

Description
GENERAL INFORMATION

Name Wintercall
Past Names Winterkit, Winterpaw
Age 4 Season cycles
Sex Tom
Orientation Straight

CLAN INFORMATION

Clan Lightclan
Rank Warrior
Apprentice none

PERSONALITY

| Determined / Stubborn | Nothing will ever persuade Wintercall to change his mind once he has, indeed set his mind to something. He is insufferably stubborn and once he had decided to do it is is hard ironed determined and WILL do it, or die trying. This is, mostly, a good asset when it comes to new battle techniques and keeping his clan safe, because it keeps him focused and a deadly enemy to meet in battle. Of course, it can be more annoying in the day to day chores for, if he decides one clans border really needs to be checked, and checked first, there is no telling him otherwise. (unless your the leader, then he will grumpily listen.) Of course, unless your his own clan leader he won't listen once your way and his way don't follow the same path. He will do what he thinks is best and although it comes from a good place, it can be frustrating. Don't even get me started on how this affects his personal relationships. He holds grudges, can't let things go, refuses to lose an argument and will fight long past knowing he is wrong. There, looks like I told you anyway.

| Polite | The only thing that can ever change Wintercall mid sentence is the word of his leader. Deputies he will listen to, consider, but not always follow but he will always be the type of warrior that will bravely follow his leader in to battle without needing to believe in the cause. He is, as well, extremely polite to those above him. Any warriors that are older than him, any cats who have chosen the way of the medicine cat, and of course his leader and deputy. he always makes sure he goes the extra mile to do all the things that one would do in presence of a leader. (keeping his words flat, dipping his head really low, apologizing for behavior, stating his opinion without attachment to it all those sorts of things. ) It is his very best side, besides who he is around Smallsun or his kits, and it's sometimes almost believable when watching him go from mid argument to polite kitty cat under the leaders gaze.

| Passionate | Wintercall has most of his issues stemming from the fact that his heart leads him in who he is and what he does. When he's passionate about something, he just has to chase after it with all his heart. When something goes against his heart, he opposes it with a ferocity like no other. He's black and white about many things, and acts accordingly. This is both his best trait and his worst trait depending on where you are on his list. He loves passionately, deeply, and loyally and is never afraid to show any amount of affection, however he will also show you when he has taken a dislike to you or something you are doing and will be very vocal to tell you. He isn't afraid to use tooth or claw either and has ended up in a couple fights just because such a passion causes him to lose his cool. He can't really ever be one to be subtle or hold his emotions it, but some think that is a good thing. You never wonder when it comes to Wintercall because he wears his feelings, thoughts and everything right on his chest for all to see.

| Hard Working | Few work as hard as Wintercall does. In fact, he values hard working above almost everything else, the only exception being that of being a father. (see below.) He doesn't approve of those who waste their lives away and waste their clans time and energy by being lazy. He truly believes, and thinks his life is proof, that hard work leas to true happiness. That without hard work you can not obtain everything you need and everything you desire to live a content, successful life. This is a good trait though, as it provides him with a well respected status in the clan for always having done a lot of work for the clan and providing as much as he could. He works hard, btu feels satisfied by it and finds no need to then play hard- a simple meal with his family will do.

| Family Man | Above all else, Wintercall is a family man. Family, and family honour, is hugely important to him and is second to nothing else. He is loyal to his mate, and loves her above any other, and he is everything he can be for his kits as well no matter how old they get. He always puts his family first, always makes time to see them and appreciates those who value family as much as he does. Maybe it was because growing up he didn't have the ideal family, but he is insistent about being better than his father and making sure his kits grow up knowing they are loved and will be amazing, as they already are in his eyes. He feels deep pride and contentment with the family he has created for himself.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Wintercall is not as impressive as some when it comes to size nor bulk. he is average in both but his frame is still sturdy enough. He's speed is average as well, but his large paws do hold his most interesting feature beyond his looks. His claws, once out and ready to fight, are large enough to be something to be feared. He has green eyes, much like his father but his blue grey tabby pelt is just like his mothers even if not as defined as her pure black stripes where. His white patches though are an attribute from his father but he at elast has gotten to the point where looking in the river and seeing a resemblance to the man that fathered him doesn't send him retching. No, he has come to terms with his heritage, and is thankful for the strength and cunning he inherited from both of his parents. Of course, now he has scars over his body that at this point will probably never heal. Three down the throat where his step brother got at him and some on his face from a fight he did for his clan.

BRIEF HISTORY

The love Story

Once there where two warriors, Brownvoice and Frostwind. Close as cats can be every clan member thought they would be mates. Surely, after all, they where both also strong warriors who worked hard and put the clan first. At least, that is what everyone thought. Frostwind, Wintercalls mother, had known that she wanted to be Brownvoice's mate for some time now... And she told herself that wouldn't it be even better because think of the family they could create. With good genetics and a clan oriented upbringing they could have kits that would be the whole clans pride and joy.

So, just when she was knowing in her heart she was going to tell him, he asked to speak with her alone and she knew this was it. This was going to be the moment that they could promise to create a future together. Of course, she already knew they where but it changed things to say them out loud she was sure. As they padded in to Lightclan's territory she felt a greater and greater sense of warmth and affection for the tom. He didn't need to be super emotional to get his point across, she knew him all to well. The further in to the territory they went, she could feel him relax and see the smile tugging at his maw. Silly tom, trying to hide his emotions when she surely didn't mind them.

That was, till confusion took over as he lead her to the clans border. He could have confessed anywhere, why do it where someone from the other clan might see them? As they got closer, she realized with a knot forming in ehr stomach that he was not worried about the other clan seeing.... because the "other clan" in the presence of a beautiful she cat was waiting for them at the border. Fear and confusion welled in her throat, what was he doing? Why did they need this she cat from another clan present?

He stopped, and smiled to the she cat who gave him the most warm, beautiful and yes,loving, smile back.

"Frostwind I wanted you to meet Sweetlily."

A pause, because Frostwind knew she couldn't speak.

"I'm in love with her."

The Family Portrait's Crooked

Yet, in the not so distant future, Frostwind gave birth to a single tom kit. It was a bittersweet birth filled with a mothers tears, for teh beauty of this life she had created with Brownvoice and for the heart brake she was concealing. She had everything she wanted right? She had been chosen as his mate, and now she was bearing him a son. Everything she ever wanted...

But as Winterkit grew up the tom kit rarely saw his father. The clan thought Brownvoice hardworking, for despite being a new father he spent more time out hunting in the clan. As the days went on he spent more and more time out, and only Frostwind knew why. This lead to heated arguments between them, as Frostwind demanded he spend more time with his son than out hunting. He had a family here, she just couldn't see why that wasn't enough for him. Why she wasn't enough for him.

The arguments never lead anywhere good though... He loved that other she cat and Frostwind slowly shut down her heart. She was just the cover up, she knew that. Winterkit was beautiful and strong, like his father even though he barely knew the brown and white tom that had fathered him and promised to be their for the both of them. He had promised...

So long as she kept his secret.

Apprentice Life

Winterpaw trained under a mother figure, Emberfoot. The two grew very close and it started to heal Winterpaw slightly towards the pain he felt due to his fathers abandonment. Of course this 'healing' only went totally backwards when word got out of his fathers affair... now that it had lead to kits. Not even just kits. A son. He had another son, a son he always wanted, a son he cherished and adored and made time to see. Winterpaw felt so much heart ache about this that even his mother, who was to hurt anyway to help him, nor his mentors loving touch could caress him to calm down.

He trained super hard though, day and night till his paws where blessing. Cats began to notice that, even at his young age, he was excelling in almost everything... whether they attributed ti to his blood, sweat and tears or to his genetics he didn't care. He would make his father notice him. He would.

Warrior... Finally

He was made a warrior than a younger age than most due to his skill and desire. His mind and heart though hardened to one goal though: get revenge on his father for the pain that he caused. Since his fathers adultery had come out in the open he had not repented but embraced his preferred life and left Wintercall and his mother behind for good. Emotionally though, he was such a respected warrior that for whatever reason they let him stay in the clan. It made Wintercall want to puke. A few attempts to sway his father to doing the right thing ending in screams and threats between the two.

Of course, Wintercall did not through out empty threats.

And while all this was happening; the most ebautiful thing happened. He met the most gorgeous apprentice he had ever seen, though she was close in his age. Apparently, where he had excelled she had found herself struggling. He was not his father, as he fell for this she cat from another clan he made sure to only give his heart to her, but to also put his clan before her. Work always came first, and no one noticed his absence because he would have worked so hard during the day they all would be glad to see him taking a break to go on a stroll.
when one she cat, a fellow friend of his since apprentice life, confessed she really liked him he turned her down. he would not be his father.

But the apprentice from Airclan was no longer an Apprentice. She thanked him kindly, for helping her train and learn, and he requested ehr thanks to be a kiss. She gave it to him, and they admitted what they felt for each other wasn't changing despite distances. She knew him for his sins, something he had confessed early on, and loved him. he, he just thought she was perfect for him.

As this was going on Wintercall found himself of two minds. When he was with her, Smallsun, he was the tom he had always wanted to be. A family man, doing the right thing, being a good tom.

When he wasn't, he was plotting how to get back at his father.

This all came down to one horrid night. he had found his father going to meet his preferred family and attacked with a skill that was undeniable. He went to kill the weakest kit, a daughter, but instead found himself face to face with his very on father. It took seeing Wintercall with bloodlust in his eyes and one of his daughters bleeding for Wintercall's father to realize the repercussions of his actions.

His apologies where meaningless now. how could he apologize for the pain when it couldn't save Wintercall from drowning in it?

He was going to kill his father, but as he lept at him one of his step brothers got in the way and he felt claws tear at his throat.

He was going to die, but he wanted to take his father with him so despite the blood he continued on, pinning his father down.

That was until she heard a voice cry out for him and turned around to see Smallsun crying out for him.

He yowled for her to leave. She said she couldn't. He said this wasn't any of her business, and she found her way over to him and said it was every bit her business. But this was going to make him feel better, and she argued that now, living as a better tom would. he couldn't do that, he told her. She said he would have to, becuase she had only come ehre to tell him it was time to take her to Lightclan so tehy could raise a family together.

Yes, she was pregnant, and even as he confirmed this his claws pricked a drop of blood from his fathers throat.

"Wintercall, this is the time to choose. Are you the type of tom that would have your kits grow up without a father like you did or can you swallow your pain and prove your better than all of this?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TIME SKIIPPPP~~~~~~~~~~~~

Three kits where born to Smallsun. Two males and a little she kit. They where beautiful, and Smallsun never had to wait long before Wintercall did his daily check ins. His hard working ability now focused on giving him time to see his family. His scars across his neck where still fresh, but healed. He had chosen his family, and his kits never did have to have a moment where they where without a father.

As for his father? He died of old age and no one came to grieve because his only family and friends where in another clan. Wintercall did the right thing, and told the other family so they were not left wondering why he stopped showing up.

Then he never saw them again, and lived happily. It wasn't always perfect, no fairy tale ending, but it was comfortable. He had a fmaily, cats he loved... slowly he was building friendships. No, it wasn't perfect but it was pretty near close to it.

Stats

Defense: xxxxxooooo
Speed: xxxooooooo
Endurance: xxxxxooooo
Tactical Skills: xooooooooo
Attack: xxxxxxoooo

RELATIONS

Family Brownvoice (NPC), Frostwind (potentially a character)
Relationship Status taken
Mate Wintercall
Kits He has three kits.
- son, to be adopted out
- son, to be adopted out
- daughter, to be adopted out

Relationships

= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Lust
= Greatly Dislike
/ = Despise

Mountainclan

Streamclan

Airclan

Runningmist (NPC)
- My fathers love. Meh, she's nothing to me.

Raventail (NPC)
- My step brother, but he's no family to me.

Icelily (NPC)
- My step sister, if she lived.

Lightclan

Smallsun
- No one means more to me than you do. You where the only light in a very dark time.

SON #1
- not adopted out yet, but will be

SON #2
- not adopted out yet, but will be

Daughter #1
- not adopted out yet, but will be

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE

From TGB

[pink/orange fire | Akarui | The lake ]

Dark circles showed her fatigue and she breathed out a sigh. Her lack of energy seemed to have lest to do with sleep then overall mood. She was tired of this life, even if it was getting better. She could feel in her legs and shoulders as she walked, her muscles where coming. She was getting stronger...slowly. Still, she hadn't found herself at a place yet where the demons didn't haunt her still.

Looking up, mostly to see where she was than anything she noticed a figure that was familiar to her. of course, upon a second glance she realized she must have been foolish, for the scarred white and blue-grey cat in the distance wasn't who she thought it was. That meant though that she didn't know the cat at the lake, so her tensions rose and she was prepared for the cat to turn around and her fears to be made real with a grin on the cats face. the thought gave her shivers and made discontentment bubble inside of her. The once friendly ruby she cat couldn't even approach this stranger as she would have when she was younger... she had to many emotions to face if the cat turned out to be shadow tribe.

And yet she wasn't leaving either. Her paws stayed put where they where and she found herself not moving, staring rather rudely. She, more than anything, wanted to break away from her fear. that was why she was becoming strong wasn't it? She managed a paw step towards the cat. yes, she was stronger now. She could do this. Another two steps forward. If this was a shadow tribe cat, she could defend herself and her honour if needed.

A tail length away till she saw the cats shoulder. Akarui blinked, and her fear turned into amazement and she found herself laughing at the irony of it all. So much work to get herself here and the cat turned out to be of earth tribe! The beauty in the circling shoulder tattoo had always had her admiration and the pink-orange fire couldn't believe all her fear only turned to be for a cat she instantly admired. "It's a beautiful tattoo." She found herself meowing, more to herself but she realized soon the earth tribe she cat, as noticed from the colour of the tattoo, would have overheard as well.

Credit to Neikoish