Frogsong || Warrior || Mothclan

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Froggy | Frogpaw | Frogsong Male | 19 moons | ISTJ Fluffy ginger and white with opaline green eyes Demisexual Smells of waterlilies and mouse fur Mothclan Warrior Anxious, nerdy type Appearance A thick-furred and fluffy tom with wide gaze and flat face. Frogsong's build isn't as stocky as his dense pelt makes him seem as he is really pretty average underneath it all, but he does still sport fairly large paws for his size. He has a broad face with long whiskers and a thick, poofy tail. Frogsong's fluffy pelt consists of a warm, light ginger color with a few faint tabby stripes and a touch of earthy notes to his brow and ear tips. A splash of white cover his front, spanning from his lower muzzle, down his chest, and to the top of his belly, and the same pale hue colors the long, wispy tufts that poke out from his inner ears. He also has white socks to match and he doesn't have any white on his tail; it is loosely ringed in darker stripes. Frogsong's eyes, however, are his greatest feature. His large, wide orbs are like a deep emerald and blue, blending in a rich teal color. And his smooshed little nose is a light salmon pink to match his paw pads. Personality [Core Personality Traits] || Jumpy || Frogsong is a little bit high-strung, a quirk he likely picked up from his life as a loner. He can be quite the nervous-nancy sometimes, all fidgety and restless when he gets anxious. Because of this, he spooks rather easily and when he does, he tends to jump as high as his namesake. He often tries to laugh it off when he gets scared as a means of trying to overcome his less-than-favorable nature, but it is still something he has to work on. || Analytical || Despite his jumpiness, Frogsong is actually quite the curious cat with a strong desire to learn all that he can and he puts his inquisitive nature in almost everything he does. Along with that, he is generally a shrewd cat with the great ability to logic his way through most situations. In all honesty, the brain is the strongest muscle in this warrior's body. || Diligent || Earnest and hard-working, Frogsong pushes himself to be the best he can be for Mothclan. He capitalizes on his strong willingness to train and become a better warrior, using it to help him get over his shortcomings regarding his anxiety. Thus, he puts his all into everything he does. || Heartfelt || Frogsong is a soft-spoken cat, but he is one who means what he says. He may stumble a bit over himself, trying to get his words out right, but he is always genuine and honest as he cares for his clanmates. He has no desire to hide things from others, finding lying to be too stressful and really just not right. All in all, Frogsong is thoughtful and trustworthy. || Friendly || Frogsong is really a warm-hearted cat who actually enjoys interacting with his friends and clanmates. While he can be a little timid at first, he is quick to blossom and open up to those who shown themselves to be kind and earnest, and because of his trustworthy nature, he is a warm and welcoming light to others. [Secondary Traits] Indecisive Having his brain running almost always through a million things, Frogsong often finds himself at a stalemate, incapable of choosing between the options available. Polite Frogsong is very diplomatic for a warrior and is generally a well-mannered cat with a gentleness to his actions. Loyal He cares deeply for his clan and will stick with it through thick and thing, just as Mothclan had done for him. Stressed Acting a good foil to his mentor's nature, Frogsong is a normally tense cat whose tendency to overthink things usually ends up with him stressing out. Shy A little self-conscious and quiet, Frogsong often keeps to himself or his close friends when in the company of strangers. History Frogsong had been born to an unlikely pair of cats- a ginger and brown tabby loner queen with a flat face named Toadstool and a fluffy flame-colored kittypet named Fred. The two really lack a sense of romance, only having crossed paths when the tom had sought Toadstool in her heat, lured by her loud cries of summoning. The pair had a quick romp, but being the genuine and respectable she-cat she was, Toadstool insisted on interacting more with Fred in the hopes of getting to know the impromptu father of her future kits. It wasn't surprising though to find out that the two were operating on separate wavelengths and that their personalities didn't mesh well together. Toadstool had managed to bear her litter of three all by herself as she hid herself away in an abandoned shed within Fred's neighborhood, sure of her own capacity to care for her kits on her own. Three fluffy little bundles had been delivered through a long and merciless kitting, but Toadstool was proud of each and every one of them. Of them, she had a dark gingery brown tom, a small white she-kit with a few orange blobs spotting her fur, and a warm light ginger tabby with a white bust. These were given the names Skipper, Hops, and Froggy respectively. Toadstool had allowed Fred to visit with her new brood as a courtesy, him being the father and all, but did her best to keep the kits away from his neck of the woods when she realized he didn't much care for the fuzzy little things. The flat-faced kittens had grown up with plenty of love despite their lack of a father figure, Toadstool doing her best to teach them all the ropes to living on their own. Froggy was a gentle and shy kit, so he often fell behind his siblings and relied on the kindness of Toadstool and Hops. Skipper, however, was one Froggy had grown a small fear of as his brother was quite rough in all manners of his being. The two didn't get long very well. Well into his youth, the weather had grown harsh with a deep thunderstorm approaching their area. Toadstool had done her best to secure a safe place for her family to reside while they waited out the storm, but the she-cat hadn't known the true strength of the rain and the winds. Before they all knew it, the fluffy group of cats had been scattered by a small flood that rushed over their hiding place. Froggy had been separated from his kin and left to his own devices. Putting to work what he had learned from his mother, the young cat managed to hold his own before he reached a red twoleg house on a flat stretch of land. Before reaching such a build, however, Froggy had been intercepted by a group of lean, muscular cats that claimed to be the warriors of a new clan that moved nearby and offered to take in the starved old kit. Without a better choice, Froggy accepted the offer and allowed himself to be brought back to the so-called 'Mothclan.' The cats gathered there all smelled funny; a scent that made his legs wobble nervously. These were far different from the cats he had met closer to where his father had lived. And of these, the great, scruffy tom who called himself Mothstar scared Froggy the most. Despite this, the gruff-looking leader allowed the fluffy ginger and white tom to eat his fill and rest before delegating another cat to teach his the ways of the clans. Such a cat had been an unusually pretty blue warrior; she had the same funny smell as the others in the clan, but hers was much softer and clouded by the scent of flowers which helped to calm Froggy a bit. The she-cat introduced herself as Bellfeather and took to mentoring the newly-renamed Frogpaw. Despite having been apprenticed at a slightly later age, Bellfeather taught Frogpaw at his own pace, careful to not rush him and always treating the jumpy tom kindly. It was an odd experience for Frogpaw, but not one that he disliked. Each day that passed, Frogpaw found himself loving his new life more and more, and as he learned of the risks that came with clan life, he felt himself growing a little more confident with his abilities. He trained diligently and before he even realized it himself, Bellfeather had deemed him ready and worthy of becoming a warrior of Mothclan. Frogpaw had joined a pawful of other apprentices on the day of their warrior ceremony, proudly joining in the praising chants and yowls of approval like a true member of Mothclan as each one received their full name. And that night, the beaming Frogsong sat in silence as he spent his first night as a warrior guarding his precious clan. Nowadays, Frogsong spend much of his time accomplishing his daily tasks as a warrior as well as visiting with Bellfeather during their down time. Relationships [Immediate Family] Father Fred | Kittypet | [Unknown] "I only met Father once or twice and he was okay, but kinda weird. Like his personality didn't match ours at all." Mother Toadstool | Loner | [Unknown] "I love my mother. She was very caring and we were her world. She did everything by herself, so she was really strong of heart." Littermates Hops | Loner | [Unknown] ”Hops was pretty great!! We would go pick leaves and water striders out of the lake pond together for fun.” Skipper | Loner | [Unknown] ”My brother often picked on me, but I don't think he really hated me. Can't really be sure though...” [Extended Family] Mentor Bellfeather | Mothclan Warrior | [Alive] "Bellfeather's the best! She's really kind and cool and let me move at my own pace. She's really my closest friend." [Miscellaneous] Friends RP Example [RP from PokéPark on Pokefarm - Babayaga the Delphox] Honey gold eyes leered in the darkness of the rain which was now much stronger than the former sprinkle of droplets it had evolved from. A faint hiss sounded against the pattering of the shower overhead as the droplets evaporated off the plume of fur that the fox Pokemon donned. Babayaga's upper lip curled as a growl escaped her lungs, flattening her large ears to the best of her ability. With her thick tail lashing uneasily, the slender Delphox shrank back further into the underground, which seemed to grow tighter around her the further she moved. In her current size- even being one of the smaller creatures in the breed- was still much more problematic when it came to hiding. So easy it had been to shy away into a tangle of dense vegetation to avoid the rain as a Fennekin- even a Braixen. But now Baba seemed to be the brunt of nature's frustrations as the falling droplets broke through the barrier that the dark canopy of foresty trees had once held in strength before the thin membranes of the leaves grew heavy and limp with water. Sizzling. Sizzling was not good. It proved too loud of a sound, even for the rain-filled air that gave a soft splatter with every collision between the draining sky and accepting earth. It would only take one Pokemon with the keenest of hearing to pinpoint the sizzle- even higher chances that they would catch sight of the steam- and Baba was doomed. There was hardly a chance she could win a battle on a sunny day, let alone a heavily rainy one. The dangerous threat of being found was too much for the frantic creature to take and the towering Fox Pokemon tore off into a run on all four- appearing quite awkward albeit, but faster than she would've got it travelling upright on her hind legs. She had to get out of this drizzly wood and as she fled, a trail of steam followed more slowly in pursuit as it floated from her hissing pelt. It didn't take long for the Fire-Type to come across a cavern, and though it smelled of foreign scents that made her skin crawl with paranoia, the thought of remaining out in the cold wetness of the outside world when she was already becoming sopping wet was more than enough to send her packing into the cave without a hint of hesitation. Upon entering the stony mouth of the landscape, Baba had not an inkling as to where she was, what else was in inside with her, and how well she would fare before the weather let up. In an attempt to quash any feelings of terror or regret for entering the unusual cavern, the scrawny Delphox elicited a thin streak of flame from her honey-toned muzzle and grinned a bit at the sound of loud fizzling as the jet of fire evaporated what water she trailed in from the stone floor and charred a small portion of the area. And while the spot was still hot with embers, the tall fox creature hurriedly hunkered down and curled into as tight of a ball as she could ever get. The sudden warmth was enticing and drew a purr from deep within her throat, though the feeling was short-lived as the rest of her damp hide smothered out the lasting little lives of heat. But at least she could dry there in peace. ”Hopefully…”

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