Post by Meo on Nov 8, 2017 23:06:20 GMT
Newtspirit  the basics character's name: Newtspirit. age: Forty-three moons. gender: She-cat. clan: MistClan. rank: Warrior. sexuality: Bisexual. the appearance Appearance: Newtspirit is an diminutive, lithesome she-cat. She has long fur. Newtspirit's peltage's base color is black, pigmented with orange-tan hues with her pelt, which amalgamated the bi-colored she-cat. This simply means, the two colors, tan-orange and black mixed and faded into one another. In one spot, which appears to be almost tan is a vibrant alabaster spot amongst her chin, which is half of her chin. Newtspirit is pretty well-hidden in the dark, but it's almost as if her amber chasms glow in the dark. She sticks out amongst light areas, being an ebony silhouette in the distance. the personality Personality: Newtspirit is a very generous molly, always willing to help anyone out in pretty much any situation as long as it has importance and a true meaning. She has a hard time saying no, in more simple words. Newtspirit is a family kind of she-cat, being one of the most supportive felines around, supporting her family in basically whatever, as long as it's not disloyal to the clan. She is against anything that involves disloyalty. Lastly, Newtspirit is a very compassionate sire, to those in his clan. She shows sympathy towards everyone, even if it's an act. The minuscule molly is unfortunately, overly friendly, as she is often sympathetic towards cats within different clans. She doesn't intend to be this friendly, it just comes natural. However, she'd never do anything disloyal. Newtspirit is more of a tom to make conversation before immediately attacking or murdering without reason. Newtspirit is quite indecisive, never able to make up hermind, considering she is always worrying about choosing the wrong decision. She despises choosing wrongful decisions. Even if it does come to a time where Newtspirit must murder or injure another clanner, she often regrets it, being rather regretful of the things she feels is wrong. In between? Newtspirit is devoted to the clan, as she would never do anything disloyal or distrusting to MistClan (or would she?). Newtspirit stands for the clan, and wouldn't dare make any forbidden plans or whatnot with an opposing clan. Newtspirit is one to restrain herself, holding himself back from few things. Restrained of himself. She often keeps himself from injuring others, as he must have a great reason to. Again, lastly, the tortoiseshell molly is stubborn. She stands her ground a bit too much, at times, depending on the situation. the history/other Skills: + Swimming, running, and fighting. - Tracking, hunting, and leaping. : Mental strength, stamina, and climbing. father: Wolfstep. mother: Darkleap. siblings: N/A. other relatives: N/A overall history • Kithood: Newtkit was born to two MistClan warriors (at least to her knowledge), however, she was the only kit, as the rest had died of Greencough. Unfortunately. Newtkit wasn't the most sociable kit around, considering she had no siblings that could tear through his "shell". Eventually, Newtkit began to socialize with others, being a large sweetheart and generous she-cat. She had no intentions of letting anyone down. Apprenticeship: Soon enough, Newtkit became Newtpaw. She was finally six moons. She thought this would be one of the most joyous times of her life, considering she would become a warrior. All she wanted to do was focus on becoming a warrior, as she planned on being as loyal as she could possibly be. Newtpaw's mentor was a very strict and bitter she-cat, however, he remained confident. The she-cat focused mainly on working with fighting and climbing. Though, with this, she had a high endurance level, establishing to endure any pain. Even so she had high-leveled pain tolerance, didn't mean she couldn't feel pain, just that she could power through it. However, as moons went on, her mentor was murdered by a rouge when Newtpaw and her mentor were out training. Newtpaw attempted to save her mentor from death, scaring off the rogue, which the foe had went off yowling in pain. Newtpaw glimpsed at her mentor, feeling useless, "I'll go get help!" and with that, Newtpaw returned to the camp, panting. Clanmates helped her mentor to the medicine den, though, a few sunrises later, she had passed away. Newtpaw, in honor after mourning over her mentor's death, became a warrior. Warrior: Newtpaw was named Newtspirit. She grew stronger, mainly mentally, after the death of her mentor. Newtspirit was still the same sweetheart and generous molly, though she was quite stern in certain situations. Newtspirit eventually had to mentor her own apprentice, by the name of Beepaw. Beepaw was a very excitable yet sarcastic tomcat. However, with this, Newtpaw wouldn't be so easy, as he wanted to pass on the skills that his mentor had once taught him. Newtpaw put the young apprentice through some exhausting training. Newtpaw, of course would add fun to the fatiguing training, she wasn't that harsh about it. After Beepaw's training, he became a warrior at fourteen moons, Newtpaw proud of what he taught, and overall proud of her former apprentice. the role player other characters: N/A Roleplay Sample: Newtspirit's gaze trailed towards an approaching female, who she'd recalled as [insert name]. Wait, [insert name]? She returned from...well, she forgot what [insert name] left for, but it's been various moons before she noticed the she-cat amongst the clan. Her vibrant, amber oculars fixated among the damsel as she made an advancement towards her, beginning to speak. As she spoke, her vocals trailing through the tortie molly's auditories. She barely ever spoke to her, considering she wasn't one to socialize as an apprentice. Newtspirit was slightly younger than her, so she was either a young apprentice or kit. Newtspirit glimpsed around before her eyes lied upon the she-cat again, responding to what she had said after a few silent moments. "Good morning, [insert name]," She hummed, her vocals smooth and reserved. Newtpaw wasn't entirely a morning cat, but it never changed the way she'd speak to others, no matter how fatigued she was. Often, exhausted felines come off differently than they tend to actually be. Newtspirit nodded, "Well, of course, but..." She paused for a moment, her voice trailing off as she released a chuckle of nervousness, "I am not the greatest hunter, so I hope I'm not a hassle." She finished her sentence, a short huff escaping her maw. She was somewhat concerned for herself, and that [insert name] may change her mind, considering Newtspirit's very poor hunting skills. It was if she had no ability to hunt, as it seemed impossible for her to learn to do so as well. Eventually, Newtspirit heaved himself to her mitts, a slight sheepish and crooked grin crossing her facials, it was clear he was anxious and rather nervous as well; apprehensive. She didn't want to embarrass herself, though that's what it might come down to. She will end up appearing like an kit trying to catch a butterfly, and in the end, face-planting. Newtspirit traced past [insert name], a warming brush against her flank as she passed. She was basically saying "welcome back" in that demeanor. Her average physique's lithesome segments carried her towards the exit of camp, "lead the way." She purred, her tail flicking behind her rear as she shifted back onto his haunches, waiting patiently for [insert name] to lead the way. |
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