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≪ Updates ≫
12/22/2014 - Reuploaded main photo with color edits, sexual information edits
1/3/2015 - Finishing up neutral personality traits
2/2/2015 - Updated to new application and resubmitted to group

≪ Identification ≫Name: Sandpaw
• Prefix - Sand | The dusty and light orange colors of his pelt
• Suffix - Fur | Further implying that he indeed looks like sand
• Previous names - Sandkit, Sandpaw

Age: 30 moons
Gender: Tom (♂)
Breed: Brazilian Shorthair
Soul Color: Light

Birth season: Newleaf

Clan: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Apprentice | Mentor: None

Religious Beliefs: ★★★☆☆
"I suppose I believe in my ancestors...I don't have a reason to doubt them after all. I'd like think we really do have our past generations watching over us."
"My first Gathering and this happens? What's the Wicked and who are these Watchers? If StarClan can see us I pray they fix this."

≪ Physical Description ≫
Fur Statistics:
●○○○○○○○○○ ➟ Rough
●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Dry
●●●●●●○○○○ ➟ Smooth
●●●●●●●○○○ ➟ Soft

Short|●●●○○○○○○○|Long

Brief Description: Short, silky, glossy, though doesn't serve well to protect against rain due to it's thinness.

Body Type: Elegant, lithe build made for running, long legs and tail, and well-muscled more in legs than shoulders or chest. Body length is longer than height, not including tail. Head is slightly rounded, and average sized pointed ears. Eyes are large, rounded, and incredibly expressive, pelt color often reflects up into them to dull the color. Face is soft, kind and often shows feminine qualities; almost always looks concerned or worried in a nurturing sense. Paws are small and pads are tough and durable; claws are average sized but have to be sharpened occasionally.
• Scars: None ATM

Scent: Heather

Voice: Ansel Elgort
• Example: www.youtube.com/watch?v=642lKX…

≪ Mentality ≫ Entergetic | Faithful | Confident | Perfectionist | Civil | Quirky | Hasty | Irritable | Loud

Entergetic
Sandpaw always has somewhere to go and he always has places to be; his tail is the only fleeting glance you'll catch of him if you're seeking his attention and he's further occupied with his mission. His energy knows no bounds, nor does his legs or mind call him back to reality when he's been jumping around the camp for days on end. To see Sandpaw exhausted would truly be a sight of worry, as the tom never seems to have the time to rest. He twitches in his sleep often, trying to move despite the fact his body wished to rest. His lack of limits proves him to be vital in both cheering up dreary campmates to being so unpredictable in battle enemies lash out with futile attempts to outpace him. Were another cat gifted with such endless fire, they might wear themselves out. Sandpaw himself doesn't understand his energy, but doesn't really want to complain if he can keep it around. He's able to play with kits and young cats for long periods of time because he is quite possibly one of the few adult cats who still retained their limitless kitten power and use it to their advantage.

Faithful
Whether you be his mate, his kits, his friends, his family, or a stranger he met last Tuesday, Sandpaw tends to make friendship bonds quickly and cherishes them deep within himself. His entire entity of trust can be placed on ones shoulders without their knowledge, thus would be completely outraged if a cat close to him suddenly turned against him. He would rather go on a patrol or mission with the cats closest to him rather than strangers. Faithfulness is a high priority for Sandpaw, and stories of mates separating due to honesty issues absolutely get him riled up. He figures if you're going to bother to make a commitment, what's the purpose of disregarding your long term feelings for somebody for a weak, spur of the moment fling that you'll get no benefit out of? Sandpaw is faithful to his clan, through and through. His attitude towards other clans can be described as polite curtness during a Gathering and no explanations allowed if he caught you trying to steal food from his home clan's territory.

Confident
Whether the conversation be about prey, hunting, or who's meowing at who, Sandpaw most likely knows about it and could explain it well. His mind is akin to a tumbleweed, always going around whirling, picking up information wherever he goes and applying it to his life to help him become sure of himself. While not the absolute best at close claw-to-teeth combat, he is aware of his swiftness and confidently faces his opponents in battle. Cats have tried to bring him down, whether they dislike him or be jealous, but Sandpaw has learned to let bygones be bygones and to let them spew their minds. In the end it would be him walking away unharmed and safe. This tom is not the type to be bullied as he knows himself too well to be convinced that other cats' opinions are more important than his own. His confidence is evident when presented with such issues, and he has briefly attempted to assist other cats who feel as if they have to choice over how they feel about their own abilities. It would be difficult to get this tom unsteady, and a trait that could be feared.

Perfectionist
Every action and process Sandpaw goes through must be an exact and accurate movement with absolute no flaw etched into it's core. Any skill that he's learned must be trained and perfected to the best of his abilities. With these habits Sandpaw often places himself with a good work ethic and will very rarely hop from task to task until he's sure the current one is sufficiently completed. He tends to become slightly obsessive if the said task is something beyond his curren skill level, not understanding why he's unable to be the best he can be when simply it's just a matter of what he was made for. Most cats don't understand his acute awareness of detail, and with good reason. In his eyes, if you won't put in the effort to get a job done right the first time then there's no real reason to waste your time. Although, while his obsessive habits may be overdramatized concerning most issues, this trait of his proves to be extremely useful in the time of need.

Civil
Incredibly polite and extremely well mannered, Sandpaw portrays himself as a very respectful and sweet young tom that most people wouldn't mind to have in their company. Unlike most cats of his age he would be absolutely afraid to talk back to a senior warrior and much less anyone of ranking authority. His position on social interaction deems him a fairly decent negotiator, allowing him to talk with a lot of cats most others wouldn't be comfortable with. However, his kind nature can move him into sort of pushover, and is reluctant only to throw the first stone and engage argument with others. If there is anything that Sandpaw despises with every fiber of his being, it is confrontation. That's not to say he wouldn't readily defend his clan, but if he could avoid it he would take every path to keep blood from being shed. Though thankfully these habits are hopefully used for the greater good of society, as it's not everyday a young cat can be seen as mature in the eyes of an adult.

Quirky
What a strange little oddball that this tom turns out to be, although you'd have to get past his politeness and get him comfortable with you before he started to truly open up this side of him. Small things excite Sandpaw and make him enthusiastic, such as snow or little flowers. He appreciates the little things in life and cherishes them dearly, often taking large amounts of his time just dwelling on the fortunate things he's accumulated throughout his life. Not to mention that Sandpaw has a strange absence of fear when it regards exploring new lands. He's rarely cautious and the unknown doesn't shut him down, it wakes him up. He'd readily leap into a tunnel without warning and without thinking of the consequences. Don't expect him to be too strange, as his quirkiness is just a little part of him that opens up his adventurous side. Sandpaw's personality opens up a different kind of cat, but I'm a good way as he portrays that even cats who are more attached to the small things in life are still just as firm as those drawn to other attributes.

Hasty
'Don't think , just do' seems to be Sandpaw's infamous motto concerning every aspect of his life. More often than not the silly tom doesn't even bother contemplating about the decisions he's about go to make, or if he does he doesn't percieve the concept of 'thinking it through' very well. Whenever a problem arises, Sandpaw wants to sprint out and tackle it head on, having a powerful desire to accomplish tasks the second he gets them and not a moment later. His hastiness foes hand in hand with his speed as he tends to run everywhere he goes, not understanding that's sometimes its okay to take the backseat and relax. He is the true context of somebody living in the fast lane. Everything he does is rushed, which sometimes leaves certain tasks halfway done, or forgets crucial steps that go along with it. For example, he could be out on a border patrol but completely forget to set any scent markers. He could be assigned to take food to the elders and being so caught up I'm how quickly he could get there that he forgot to get enough food for all of them. The tom's hastiness could almost be seen as impatientness, which wouldn't be far off the mark.

Irritable
StarClan forbid you show up in his camp and start complaining about how its windy, or why there's no trees, or how come it gets so we're when it rains. Out of all of the things Sandpaw can tolerate, ungrateful, whining, unsupportive cats are not one of them. Of he argues with a cat such as this, it wouldn't be uncommon for him to be in a foul mood for the next few days. His tendency to argue with these cats only infuriates him more, as even the slightest reference toward the offender will get him off on a tangent about their incompetence. He is quick to irritate and hard to forgive, unlikely to show any sort of reluctance to back down from his argument. When in these fits Sandpaw is grumpy and hard to communicate with, him being unlikely to offer his usual help unless he can be reasoned with. To him, he should be thankful for what he has as many cats aren't lucky enough to be born in the clans. Sandpaw will typically attempt to avoid the cats he knows will set him off, and rather flocks towards his friends. Don't expect him to be fine if he's been in a fight. Beware, mentioning the name of one who's angered him won't end well on your part.

Loud
Oh the poor, poor ears of the denmates that Sandpaw happens to be confined with. His voice is distinctive and kind, but be warned that he gets excited and begins to speak louder and louder throughout the conversation. He is very easily able to be heard in the midst of chaos, but also has the unfortunate habit of not being aware whenever he gets anxious or nervous. This isn't good for quiet patrols and he's whispering to the cat beside him. It wouldn't be uncommon to literally separate him and force him to walk a few taillengths behind his chatting buddy. His loud tone could be helpful, but at the present time he's unable to control his voice and accidentally can end up yelling to the point you'd hear him the next camp over. Sandpaw is able to be told to be quiet, and he knows that occasionally his volume gets out of hand. Don't fret, he won't take it too personal if chastised. His movements are ironically precise and silent, only creating a more hilarious contrast that such a loud voice could sometimes come from such a lean tom. Although he tends to forget to quiet down, Sandpaw still means well even if his wake up calls are just a little bit too alarming.

Strengths
➟ Incredibly empathetic
➟ Acute sense of hearing
➟ Respectful
➟ Swift and light on his toes

Weaknesses
➟ Not intimidating at all
➟ Childish whenever he isn't paying attention
➟ Naiive
➟ Not very strong

≪ Clan Information ≫Clan: BreezeClan
Bloodline: 100% WindClan

Position: Warrior

Apprentice:

Past mentor: Owlcloud

Previous apprentice:

Nicknames: Sandy, Sand

Mate: Reedwhisker

Goals
• Become a warrior
• Eventually apprentice a cat
• Have a family

_____________

Clan Opinion: "I like it, I'm happy here. I couldn't imagine a life without living under the stars."

≪ Skill Set ≫[ Kit 10 ] [ Apprentice 20 ] [ Warrior 30 ] [ Deputy/Medicine cat 35 ] [ Leader 40 ]
Senses

Eyesight

Low|●●●●○|○○○○○|High

Touch

Low|●●●●○|○○○○○|High

Hearing

Low|●●●●●|●○○○○|High

Taste

Low|●●○○○|○○○○○|High

Smell

Low|●●●●○|○○○○○|High

Statistics

Strength

Low|●●●●○|○○○○○|High

Dexterity

Low|●●●○○|○○○○○|High

Constitution

Low|●●●○○|○○○○○|High

Intelligence

Low|●●●●○|○○○○○|High

Wisdom

Low|●○○○○|○○○○○|High

Charisma

Low|●●●●●|○○○○○|High
≪ Sexual Information ≫Relationship status: Taken
Sexual orientation: Homosexual

Activity: Inactive
Hot List: -
• Sexual - ?
• Non-sexual - ✔
• Relationship is no-longer - ✘
• Regret - ✘

{✔}=Active | {✘}=Non-active | {?}=Nothing happening

Looking For
• Lasting Relationship - ✔
• Quick Fling - ✔
• Unsure - ✔

Turn-Ons
• - Smooth-talkers
• - Dark pelts
• - Intense eyes
• - Muscles

Turn-Offs
• - Shy cats
• - Light pelts
• - Strange scents
• - Spots

Shippings
• Sandpaw x Reedwhisker [ Sandwhisker ]

≪ Biography ≫| Prior to Birth |

The evening was calm and the mood was relaxed when a pretty young she-cat began having labor pains two moons early. The camp suddenly erupted into chaos as her mate and medicine cats rushed to her aide. She survived, along with her single kit. The happy couple named their daughter Bluekit, for her dark tail that otherwise looked out of place with her light gray body. The little kit grew up spoiled by her parents and by the queens. Bluekit only had one other denmate as a kit, another she-cat named Aspenkit. The two grew to be incredibly close friends as Aspenkit's older siblings had been from previous litters. They were named apprentices and began their training to be BreezeClan warriors. The journey was otherwise normal, they had their scares and their good times, and Aspenpaw's older brothers were named warriors: Rushwhisker and Finchfur. Nearing the end of their apprenticeship Bluepaw began to fancy Finchfur and the two began to form a relationship. Aspenpaw grew resentful of their attraction, Bluepaw beginning to spend more time with her friend's brother. Eventually they passed assessmenrs and were granted their warrior names of Aspenface and Bluetail.
Finchfur and Bluetail became mates a few moons following her warrior ceremony. The couple was overjoyed to discover they were expecting kits. Aspenface however was still filled with hate.When Bluetail was nearing the end of her pregnancy, Aspenface and Finchfur left camp to go hunting. Fueled by hate, Aspenface began arguing with her brother, and the two ended up fighting about their friend. Unfortunately the noise drew close several dogs, who outnumbered the two siblings. News of their slaughter soon reached the heavy queen, who felt deep anguish. However, a week later she went into labor and gave birth to two healthy kits. One night she vanished into the darkness, her whereabouts unknown and assumed dead. The two tom kits were given to the care of a queen who had lost her kits and named Sandkit and Rockkit. Rockkit began having difficulty breathing and soon passed away in his sleep before either had their eyes open. Sandkit was aware that his mother was adoptive, but still grew up happily with his parents.

| Kitten |

Into kithood, Sandkit was as content as any could be. There were a few other kits in the nursery that he enjoyed playing with, and for the most part was happy. Often, he stirred up trouble and got into messes he created, accidentally bringing along the other two otherwise obedient kits. His adoptive father was one of his favorite older cats to play with, and loved hearing stories of their clan's victories and legends. He knew from a young age that his biological family had passed away, but found it hard to be upset due to the fact he couldn't remember them. There were never any awkward attitudes about his inclusion in the family. His mother was kind and gentle with him, often spending time grooming him and keeping him safe. She was fiercely protective over him, and defended him if any of her clanmates made side remarks about the loss of his family. One of his favorite games as a kit was to practice catching prey from the fresh kill pole, which often led to a few scoldings. Sandkit was getting restless as he neared six moons, more and more eager to begin his training even to the point of trying to leave camp! His ever watchful mother usually kept a careful eye on him, so he never got far.

| Apprentice |

Sandpaw's agonizing wait to become an apprentice was finally over, and he practically leaped out of his skin upon hearing his new name. The little tom gratefully rubbed noses with his new mentor, shaking with excitement at the concept of being a warrior someday. He took his nest in the Apprentice den with other young cats, chatting quickly with them as he could barely contain himself. He has not been am apprentice for very long, but he has already shown promise in running with his long stride. He trained diligently over the moons, becoming friends with an older warrior named Reedwhisker who was able to humor the playful apprentice and his little antics.

| Adult [Rank] |

--

≪ Family Tree ≫
Mother
Bluetail | Dead | BreezeClan | NPC

Father
Finchfur | Dead | BreezeClan | NPC

Siblings
Rockkit | Dead | BreezeClan | NPC

Aunt
• Mother's Side
Heatherkit | Dead | BreezeClan | NPC

• Father's Side
Harepelt | Alive | BreezeClan | NPC
Aspenface | Dead | BreezeClan | NPC

Uncles
• Mother's Side

• Father's Side
Stonetail | Alive | BreezeClan | NPC

Cousins
--

Offspring
--

≪ Relationships ≫
ll Missing
ll Don't Know
ll Talked to
ll Acquaintance
ll Friend
ll Best Friend
ll Family
ll Mate
ll Kits
ll Attraction
ll Crush
ll Major Crush
ll Pity
ll Ex-Mate
ll Feels Uncomfortable Around
ll Unsure
ll Fear
ll Terrified Of
ll Respect
ll Apprentice
ll Mentor
ll Love
ll Lust
ll Had Kits With
ll Dislike
ll Hate
ll Wants them Dead

-----[RippleClan]
...

-----[ShadeClan]
...

-----[LightClan]
...

-----[BreezeClan]
Owlcloud | ♂ | Deputy | Arex-chan92
(3/3)
(1/3)
"I'm honored to have you as my mentor, I couldn't be more proud to be the deputy's apprentice!"

Reedwhisker | ♂ | Warrior | LucidDreams18
(1/3)
(1/2)
(1/3)
"I'm not sure what I feel whenever I'm around you, but I don't think I'm going to fight it. I'm awed that a warrior would want to talk to me, much less hunt! Let's hang out again sometime."

-----[CloudClan]
Ashwhisker | ♂ | Warrior | Bunnai
(1/3)
(1/3)
(3/3)
"You saved my life after that unfortunate tumble into the river! I'm grateful that you came to my rescue. Thank you."

≪ Roleplay Information ≫Status: Active
Timezone: Central US Time

Availability
• {?} Chat Rp
• {✔} Comment Rp
• {✔} Note Rp
• {✔} Skype Rp

✔= Yes | ✘= No | ?= Maybe

Sample
White puffs of clouds hung lazily overhead, the chill of leaffall whipped through the air and settled a shiver in the bones of a young tom, promising cold in the leafbare to come. The grass of the hills was pulsating in time with the wind, creating a sea of dusty, brown tan colors that plagued the ground. Sandpaw's own earthy pelt blended nicely with the surroundings if he wished to hint, but at the moment there was no need for action. Sun shined overhead and cast a warming glow into the world, but it's light was beginning to fade sooner and sooner each day. Now was a time for preparation and hardiness. This tom had not know leafbare. In his short life of six moons, this was the coldest weather he had felt to date. His worry for the clan however did overpower his sense of curiosity. What would it be like? How dull would the vegetation grow before springing back into life as the warriors spoke of? Prey was nor as plentiful as it had been during his kithood, but Sandpaw could only pray StarClan was keeping a careful watch over them. He lifted his head to the sky and closed his eyes, appreciating the sense of enlightenment the sunshine and breeze empowered him with. How could others hide from the sky in those things called trees? It baffles the young apprentice. Sandpaw most likely should have been doing a task like hunting, so he leaped off the elevation into the grasses of his homeland. The feel of the brittle dirt beneath his paws spurred a sense of newfound hope. Despite the chilling weather, he fully believed that the clan would survive the most grueling circumstances.

Art © Zarouhi
Character © Zarouhi
Layout © cronest / Bluefallstripe
Application Sheet © October-Owl
Futrue-Of-The-Clans © Bluefallstripe

Description
≪ Updates ≫
12/22/2014 - Reuploaded main photo with color edits, sexual information edits
1/3/2015 - Finishing up neutral personality traits
2/2/2015 - Updated to new application and resubmitted to group

≪ Identification ≫Name: Sandpaw
• Prefix - Sand | The dusty and light orange colors of his pelt
• Suffix - Fur | Further implying that he indeed looks like sand
• Previous names - Sandkit, Sandpaw

Age: 30 moons
Gender: Tom (♂)
Breed: Brazilian Shorthair
Soul Color: Light

Birth season: Newleaf

Clan: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Apprentice | Mentor: None

Religious Beliefs: ★★★☆☆
"I suppose I believe in my ancestors...I don't have a reason to doubt them after all. I'd like think we really do have our past generations watching over us."
"My first Gathering and this happens? What's the Wicked and who are these Watchers? If StarClan can see us I pray they fix this."

≪ Physical Description ≫
Fur Statistics:
●○○○○○○○○○ ➟ Rough
●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Dry
●●●●●●○○○○ ➟ Smooth
●●●●●●●○○○ ➟ Soft

Short|●●●○○○○○○○|Long

Brief Description: Short, silky, glossy, though doesn't serve well to protect against rain due to it's thinness.

Body Type: Elegant, lithe build made for running, long legs and tail, and well-muscled more in legs than shoulders or chest. Body length is longer than height, not including tail. Head is slightly rounded, and average sized pointed ears. Eyes are large, rounded, and incredibly expressive, pelt color often reflects up into them to dull the color. Face is soft, kind and often shows feminine qualities; almost always looks concerned or worried in a nurturing sense. Paws are small and pads are tough and durable; claws are average sized but have to be sharpened occasionally.
• Scars: None ATM

Scent: Heather

Voice: Ansel Elgort
• Example: www.youtube.com/watch?v=642lKX…

≪ Mentality ≫ Entergetic | Faithful | Confident | Perfectionist | Civil | Quirky | Hasty | Irritable | Loud

Entergetic
Sandpaw always has somewhere to go and he always has places to be; his tail is the only fleeting glance you'll catch of him if you're seeking his attention and he's further occupied with his mission. His energy knows no bounds, nor does his legs or mind call him back to reality when he's been jumping around the camp for days on end. To see Sandpaw exhausted would truly be a sight of worry, as the tom never seems to have the time to rest. He twitches in his sleep often, trying to move despite the fact his body wished to rest. His lack of limits proves him to be vital in both cheering up dreary campmates to being so unpredictable in battle enemies lash out with futile attempts to outpace him. Were another cat gifted with such endless fire, they might wear themselves out. Sandpaw himself doesn't understand his energy, but doesn't really want to complain if he can keep it around. He's able to play with kits and young cats for long periods of time because he is quite possibly one of the few adult cats who still retained their limitless kitten power and use it to their advantage.

Faithful
Whether you be his mate, his kits, his friends, his family, or a stranger he met last Tuesday, Sandpaw tends to make friendship bonds quickly and cherishes them deep within himself. His entire entity of trust can be placed on ones shoulders without their knowledge, thus would be completely outraged if a cat close to him suddenly turned against him. He would rather go on a patrol or mission with the cats closest to him rather than strangers. Faithfulness is a high priority for Sandpaw, and stories of mates separating due to honesty issues absolutely get him riled up. He figures if you're going to bother to make a commitment, what's the purpose of disregarding your long term feelings for somebody for a weak, spur of the moment fling that you'll get no benefit out of? Sandpaw is faithful to his clan, through and through. His attitude towards other clans can be described as polite curtness during a Gathering and no explanations allowed if he caught you trying to steal food from his home clan's territory.

Confident
Whether the conversation be about prey, hunting, or who's meowing at who, Sandpaw most likely knows about it and could explain it well. His mind is akin to a tumbleweed, always going around whirling, picking up information wherever he goes and applying it to his life to help him become sure of himself. While not the absolute best at close claw-to-teeth combat, he is aware of his swiftness and confidently faces his opponents in battle. Cats have tried to bring him down, whether they dislike him or be jealous, but Sandpaw has learned to let bygones be bygones and to let them spew their minds. In the end it would be him walking away unharmed and safe. This tom is not the type to be bullied as he knows himself too well to be convinced that other cats' opinions are more important than his own. His confidence is evident when presented with such issues, and he has briefly attempted to assist other cats who feel as if they have to choice over how they feel about their own abilities. It would be difficult to get this tom unsteady, and a trait that could be feared.

Perfectionist
Every action and process Sandpaw goes through must be an exact and accurate movement with absolute no flaw etched into it's core. Any skill that he's learned must be trained and perfected to the best of his abilities. With these habits Sandpaw often places himself with a good work ethic and will very rarely hop from task to task until he's sure the current one is sufficiently completed. He tends to become slightly obsessive if the said task is something beyond his curren skill level, not understanding why he's unable to be the best he can be when simply it's just a matter of what he was made for. Most cats don't understand his acute awareness of detail, and with good reason. In his eyes, if you won't put in the effort to get a job done right the first time then there's no real reason to waste your time. Although, while his obsessive habits may be overdramatized concerning most issues, this trait of his proves to be extremely useful in the time of need.

Civil
Incredibly polite and extremely well mannered, Sandpaw portrays himself as a very respectful and sweet young tom that most people wouldn't mind to have in their company. Unlike most cats of his age he would be absolutely afraid to talk back to a senior warrior and much less anyone of ranking authority. His position on social interaction deems him a fairly decent negotiator, allowing him to talk with a lot of cats most others wouldn't be comfortable with. However, his kind nature can move him into sort of pushover, and is reluctant only to throw the first stone and engage argument with others. If there is anything that Sandpaw despises with every fiber of his being, it is confrontation. That's not to say he wouldn't readily defend his clan, but if he could avoid it he would take every path to keep blood from being shed. Though thankfully these habits are hopefully used for the greater good of society, as it's not everyday a young cat can be seen as mature in the eyes of an adult.

Quirky
What a strange little oddball that this tom turns out to be, although you'd have to get past his politeness and get him comfortable with you before he started to truly open up this side of him. Small things excite Sandpaw and make him enthusiastic, such as snow or little flowers. He appreciates the little things in life and cherishes them dearly, often taking large amounts of his time just dwelling on the fortunate things he's accumulated throughout his life. Not to mention that Sandpaw has a strange absence of fear when it regards exploring new lands. He's rarely cautious and the unknown doesn't shut him down, it wakes him up. He'd readily leap into a tunnel without warning and without thinking of the consequences. Don't expect him to be too strange, as his quirkiness is just a little part of him that opens up his adventurous side. Sandpaw's personality opens up a different kind of cat, but I'm a good way as he portrays that even cats who are more attached to the small things in life are still just as firm as those drawn to other attributes.

Hasty
'Don't think , just do' seems to be Sandpaw's infamous motto concerning every aspect of his life. More often than not the silly tom doesn't even bother contemplating about the decisions he's about go to make, or if he does he doesn't percieve the concept of 'thinking it through' very well. Whenever a problem arises, Sandpaw wants to sprint out and tackle it head on, having a powerful desire to accomplish tasks the second he gets them and not a moment later. His hastiness foes hand in hand with his speed as he tends to run everywhere he goes, not understanding that's sometimes its okay to take the backseat and relax. He is the true context of somebody living in the fast lane. Everything he does is rushed, which sometimes leaves certain tasks halfway done, or forgets crucial steps that go along with it. For example, he could be out on a border patrol but completely forget to set any scent markers. He could be assigned to take food to the elders and being so caught up I'm how quickly he could get there that he forgot to get enough food for all of them. The tom's hastiness could almost be seen as impatientness, which wouldn't be far off the mark.

Irritable
StarClan forbid you show up in his camp and start complaining about how its windy, or why there's no trees, or how come it gets so we're when it rains. Out of all of the things Sandpaw can tolerate, ungrateful, whining, unsupportive cats are not one of them. Of he argues with a cat such as this, it wouldn't be uncommon for him to be in a foul mood for the next few days. His tendency to argue with these cats only infuriates him more, as even the slightest reference toward the offender will get him off on a tangent about their incompetence. He is quick to irritate and hard to forgive, unlikely to show any sort of reluctance to back down from his argument. When in these fits Sandpaw is grumpy and hard to communicate with, him being unlikely to offer his usual help unless he can be reasoned with. To him, he should be thankful for what he has as many cats aren't lucky enough to be born in the clans. Sandpaw will typically attempt to avoid the cats he knows will set him off, and rather flocks towards his friends. Don't expect him to be fine if he's been in a fight. Beware, mentioning the name of one who's angered him won't end well on your part.

Loud
Oh the poor, poor ears of the denmates that Sandpaw happens to be confined with. His voice is distinctive and kind, but be warned that he gets excited and begins to speak louder and louder throughout the conversation. He is very easily able to be heard in the midst of chaos, but also has the unfortunate habit of not being aware whenever he gets anxious or nervous. This isn't good for quiet patrols and he's whispering to the cat beside him. It wouldn't be uncommon to literally separate him and force him to walk a few taillengths behind his chatting buddy. His loud tone could be helpful, but at the present time he's unable to control his voice and accidentally can end up yelling to the point you'd hear him the next camp over. Sandpaw is able to be told to be quiet, and he knows that occasionally his volume gets out of hand. Don't fret, he won't take it too personal if chastised. His movements are ironically precise and silent, only creating a more hilarious contrast that such a loud voice could sometimes come from such a lean tom. Although he tends to forget to quiet down, Sandpaw still means well even if his wake up calls are just a little bit too alarming.

Strengths
➟ Incredibly empathetic
➟ Acute sense of hearing
➟ Respectful
➟ Swift and light on his toes

Weaknesses
➟ Not intimidating at all
➟ Childish whenever he isn't paying attention
➟ Naiive
➟ Not very strong

≪ Clan Information ≫Clan: BreezeClan
Bloodline: 100% WindClan

Position: Warrior

Apprentice:

Past mentor: Owlcloud

Previous apprentice:

Nicknames: Sandy, Sand

Mate: Reedwhisker

Goals
• Become a warrior
• Eventually apprentice a cat
• Have a family

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Clan Opinion: "I like it, I'm happy here. I couldn't imagine a life without living under the stars."

≪ Skill Set ≫[ Kit 10 ] [ Apprentice 20 ] [ Warrior 30 ] [ Deputy/Medicine cat 35 ] [ Leader 40 ]
Senses

Eyesight

Low|●●●●○|○○○○○|High

Touch

Low|●●●●○|○○○○○|High

Hearing

Low|●●●●●|●○○○○|High

Taste

Low|●●○○○|○○○○○|High

Smell

Low|●●●●○|○○○○○|High

Statistics

Strength

Low|●●●●○|○○○○○|High

Dexterity

Low|●●●○○|○○○○○|High

Constitution

Low|●●●○○|○○○○○|High

Intelligence

Low|●●●●○|○○○○○|High

Wisdom

Low|●○○○○|○○○○○|High

Charisma

Low|●●●●●|○○○○○|High
≪ Sexual Information ≫Relationship status: Taken
Sexual orientation: Homosexual

Activity: Inactive
Hot List: -
• Sexual - ?
• Non-sexual - ✔
• Relationship is no-longer - ✘
• Regret - ✘

{✔}=Active | {✘}=Non-active | {?}=Nothing happening

Looking For
• Lasting Relationship - ✔
• Quick Fling - ✔
• Unsure - ✔

Turn-Ons
• - Smooth-talkers
• - Dark pelts
• - Intense eyes
• - Muscles

Turn-Offs
• - Shy cats
• - Light pelts
• - Strange scents
• - Spots

Shippings
• Sandpaw x Reedwhisker [ Sandwhisker ]

≪ Biography ≫| Prior to Birth |

The evening was calm and the mood was relaxed when a pretty young she-cat began having labor pains two moons early. The camp suddenly erupted into chaos as her mate and medicine cats rushed to her aide. She survived, along with her single kit. The happy couple named their daughter Bluekit, for her dark tail that otherwise looked out of place with her light gray body. The little kit grew up spoiled by her parents and by the queens. Bluekit only had one other denmate as a kit, another she-cat named Aspenkit. The two grew to be incredibly close friends as Aspenkit's older siblings had been from previous litters. They were named apprentices and began their training to be BreezeClan warriors. The journey was otherwise normal, they had their scares and their good times, and Aspenpaw's older brothers were named warriors: Rushwhisker and Finchfur. Nearing the end of their apprenticeship Bluepaw began to fancy Finchfur and the two began to form a relationship. Aspenpaw grew resentful of their attraction, Bluepaw beginning to spend more time with her friend's brother. Eventually they passed assessmenrs and were granted their warrior names of Aspenface and Bluetail.
Finchfur and Bluetail became mates a few moons following her warrior ceremony. The couple was overjoyed to discover they were expecting kits. Aspenface however was still filled with hate.When Bluetail was nearing the end of her pregnancy, Aspenface and Finchfur left camp to go hunting. Fueled by hate, Aspenface began arguing with her brother, and the two ended up fighting about their friend. Unfortunately the noise drew close several dogs, who outnumbered the two siblings. News of their slaughter soon reached the heavy queen, who felt deep anguish. However, a week later she went into labor and gave birth to two healthy kits. One night she vanished into the darkness, her whereabouts unknown and assumed dead. The two tom kits were given to the care of a queen who had lost her kits and named Sandkit and Rockkit. Rockkit began having difficulty breathing and soon passed away in his sleep before either had their eyes open. Sandkit was aware that his mother was adoptive, but still grew up happily with his parents.

| Kitten |

Into kithood, Sandkit was as content as any could be. There were a few other kits in the nursery that he enjoyed playing with, and for the most part was happy. Often, he stirred up trouble and got into messes he created, accidentally bringing along the other two otherwise obedient kits. His adoptive father was one of his favorite older cats to play with, and loved hearing stories of their clan's victories and legends. He knew from a young age that his biological family had passed away, but found it hard to be upset due to the fact he couldn't remember them. There were never any awkward attitudes about his inclusion in the family. His mother was kind and gentle with him, often spending time grooming him and keeping him safe. She was fiercely protective over him, and defended him if any of her clanmates made side remarks about the loss of his family. One of his favorite games as a kit was to practice catching prey from the fresh kill pole, which often led to a few scoldings. Sandkit was getting restless as he neared six moons, more and more eager to begin his training even to the point of trying to leave camp! His ever watchful mother usually kept a careful eye on him, so he never got far.

| Apprentice |

Sandpaw's agonizing wait to become an apprentice was finally over, and he practically leaped out of his skin upon hearing his new name. The little tom gratefully rubbed noses with his new mentor, shaking with excitement at the concept of being a warrior someday. He took his nest in the Apprentice den with other young cats, chatting quickly with them as he could barely contain himself. He has not been am apprentice for very long, but he has already shown promise in running with his long stride. He trained diligently over the moons, becoming friends with an older warrior named Reedwhisker who was able to humor the playful apprentice and his little antics.

| Adult [Rank] |

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≪ Family Tree ≫
Mother
Bluetail | Dead | BreezeClan | NPC

Father
Finchfur | Dead | BreezeClan | NPC

Siblings
Rockkit | Dead | BreezeClan | NPC

Aunt
• Mother's Side
Heatherkit | Dead | BreezeClan | NPC

• Father's Side
Harepelt | Alive | BreezeClan | NPC
Aspenface | Dead | BreezeClan | NPC

Uncles
• Mother's Side

• Father's Side
Stonetail | Alive | BreezeClan | NPC

Cousins
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Offspring
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≪ Relationships ≫
ll Missing
ll Don't Know
ll Talked to
ll Acquaintance
ll Friend
ll Best Friend
ll Family
ll Mate
ll Kits
ll Attraction
ll Crush
ll Major Crush
ll Pity
ll Ex-Mate
ll Feels Uncomfortable Around
ll Unsure
ll Fear
ll Terrified Of
ll Respect
ll Apprentice
ll Mentor
ll Love
ll Lust
ll Had Kits With
ll Dislike
ll Hate
ll Wants them Dead

-----[RippleClan]
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-----[ShadeClan]
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-----[LightClan]
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-----[BreezeClan]
Owlcloud | ♂ | Deputy | Arex-chan92
(3/3)
(1/3)
"I'm honored to have you as my mentor, I couldn't be more proud to be the deputy's apprentice!"

Reedwhisker | ♂ | Warrior | LucidDreams18
(1/3)
(1/2)
(1/3)
"I'm not sure what I feel whenever I'm around you, but I don't think I'm going to fight it. I'm awed that a warrior would want to talk to me, much less hunt! Let's hang out again sometime."

-----[CloudClan]
Ashwhisker | ♂ | Warrior | Bunnai
(1/3)
(1/3)
(3/3)
"You saved my life after that unfortunate tumble into the river! I'm grateful that you came to my rescue. Thank you."

≪ Roleplay Information ≫Status: Active
Timezone: Central US Time

Availability
• {?} Chat Rp
• {✔} Comment Rp
• {✔} Note Rp
• {✔} Skype Rp

✔= Yes | ✘= No | ?= Maybe

Sample
White puffs of clouds hung lazily overhead, the chill of leaffall whipped through the air and settled a shiver in the bones of a young tom, promising cold in the leafbare to come. The grass of the hills was pulsating in time with the wind, creating a sea of dusty, brown tan colors that plagued the ground. Sandpaw's own earthy pelt blended nicely with the surroundings if he wished to hint, but at the moment there was no need for action. Sun shined overhead and cast a warming glow into the world, but it's light was beginning to fade sooner and sooner each day. Now was a time for preparation and hardiness. This tom had not know leafbare. In his short life of six moons, this was the coldest weather he had felt to date. His worry for the clan however did overpower his sense of curiosity. What would it be like? How dull would the vegetation grow before springing back into life as the warriors spoke of? Prey was nor as plentiful as it had been during his kithood, but Sandpaw could only pray StarClan was keeping a careful watch over them. He lifted his head to the sky and closed his eyes, appreciating the sense of enlightenment the sunshine and breeze empowered him with. How could others hide from the sky in those things called trees? It baffles the young apprentice. Sandpaw most likely should have been doing a task like hunting, so he leaped off the elevation into the grasses of his homeland. The feel of the brittle dirt beneath his paws spurred a sense of newfound hope. Despite the chilling weather, he fully believed that the clan would survive the most grueling circumstances.

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Character © Zarouhi
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