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Description

Name - Shoalpaw
Sex: male
Gender - male
Age - 8 moons
Clan - SouthClan
Rank - apprentice

Stats
Strength - x/5
Stamina - 2/5
Speed - 1/5
Perception - x/5

Physically - Shoalpaw is a short, stocky tom with gray-brown fur and green eyes. He has rounded paws and ears and an overall rotund look. He has white paws and tail-tip, and a few tabby stripes on his tail.
Description - gray-brown tom with green eyes and white paws and tail tip

Height - 10 inches
Weight - 12 pounds
Impairments - n/a

Relations -
Mother - Pikejaw
Father - Whitewhisker
Siblings - Mudpaw (brother), Charpaw (sister)

Mentor - tba
Apprentice - n/a

Personality
Positive - empathetic - inquisitive - flexible
Shoalpaw has the natural ability to be empathetic. Maybe it’s because most of his mother’s spark has gone into his other littermates that his father’s empathy has managed to fill Shoalpaw up. But he takes after his mother in terms of his inquisitive behavior. Shoalpaw is curious about a great deal of things and seeks answers for his questions. Shoalpaw is also flexible - he can adapt to a considerable deal situations - “moving with the flow”, as his father says. Shoalpaw agrees.
Neutral - whimsical - passive - childish
Shoalpaw likes to imagine a lot of daydreams (but rarely acts them out or speaks of them). Not too wild, but it’s enough to have him become rather distracted in middle of discussions or lectures. To him it’s his solace in boredom. To others it’s an annoying habit. It’s not so much of a curiosity that Charpaw calls him “Cloud-head”. Shoalpaw would let that slide - not because she’s his sister, but because he’s unfazed by a lot of insults thrown at him. He often lets things slide without second thought. Growing up with a sister who comes up with creative (and sometimes somewhat strange) nicknames and his tendency to daydream has helped him develop this part of his personality. Shoalpaw’s daydreams also come from the childish part of himself. He finds it to be liberating to indulge in his youthful ways - and some may find it cute and relate, but less so for others.
Negative - procrastinating - unfocused - distrusting
If there’s one thing any mentor of Shoalpaw should be worried about, it’s the fact that Shoalpaw is a procrastinator. He’d put off taking moss to the elders until they start to complain that their bedding is too moldy or too wet. He’d also put off patrolling to do what he wants to do - like hunting, adventuring, etc. He’s not particularly focused on one thing - but he’s no multitasker either. Shoalpaw is extremely unfocused. He finds it trouble to fixtate on one thing for a long duration of time. And one can easily guess that due to his littermates, with their tendency to drag him into things, Shoalpaw has grown to be a suspicious young lad.

Personality type - INFP-A - INFPs are imaginative idealists, guided by their own core values and beliefs. To a Healer, possibilities are paramount; the realism of the moment is only of passing concern. They see potential for a better future, and pursue truth and meaning with their own individual flair.
INFPs are sensitive, caring, and compassionate, and are deeply concerned with the personal growth of themselves and others. Individualistic and nonjudgmental, INFPs believe that each person must find their own path. They enjoy spending time exploring their own ideas and values, and are gently encouraging to others to do the same. INFPs are creative and often artistic; they enjoy finding new outlets for self-expression.

History
Before birth / kithood
1.5 years ago...
Pikejaw and Whitewhisker were the kind of cats to settle down once they thought the time was right. And so they did - not too long after Whitewhisker had become a warrior, they became mates.
The problem was, they wanted a family. But with the state the clan was in - far from their home and Sharpclaw’s threat eminent - it was impossible to raise a family.
Or so they were told. Funny, though - Whitewhisker believed it completely.
Would luck have it, however, Pikejaw was one of the more stubborn cats in the clan.
“Whitewhisker.” She approached him with confidence.
He raised his head from where he was, nibbling at a mouse. Timid he was, and the way he slowly raised his head told her so.
“I want to expand our family,” she said.
The pale gray and white tom frowned. “Pike…” he said, eyes pleading, “we know why that can’t happen.”
“We’ve settled down,” she answered, holding her brown muzzle high. “It’s not like anything’s holding us back from having children.”
“No, but Sharpclaw’s still out there,” Whitewhisker insisted. “We need to focus on surviving first.”
And that was that. They focused on surviving first, as Whitewhisker wanted. Over time, they began focusing on their lives than their bond. Not a lot of cats were too surprised when they no longer began sharing prey together.
Slowly it became clear that SouthClan was still living well, even with Sharpclaw on the prowl. There were still casualties, and there were times when Sharpclaw came too near for comfort. But SouthClan was surviving better than Whitewhisker had expected.
That realization evident, he approached Pikejaw carefully.
“Pikejaw?”
She knew what he meant to say, and didn’t hesitate in giving her (former?) mate a loving nudge.
“I missed you, furball.”
Whitewhisker responded with happy purrs, delighted with how things had managed - barely - to turn out fine.
They had missed each other, after all.
Pikejaw was a little older than the norm for a first-time queen. But despite everything she was announced to be expecting by the end of leaf-bare.
Whitewhisker was a doting father- and he also made ears flatten everywhere as he could talk about nothing but his coming family.
When the time came for Pikejaw to give birth, a warm green-leaf day, Whitewhisker paced outside the den. After the ordeal, Pikejaw, as pained as she was, couldn’t help but shake her head when she was told that her mate had been driving the medicine cats crazy with questions.
Some thing never did change.
The three kits - two sons and one (notably feisty) daughter - went nameless for the first moon they lived. When asked why, Pikejaw would say,
“Their names aren’t just coming to mind.”
When told to not be so picky, she would retort,
“Would you be able to live with your offspring given names you don’t like?”
When Whitewhisker was urged to persuade his mate otherwise, the white warrior only shook his head and purred.
Then came a day, right after when it rained the previous night. The three kits wandered onto a big pile of mud. And under the she-kit’s lead, they bundled up on the damp soil.
When their parents finally found them at late afternoon, they were muddied badly - or at least the daughter, with her gray and white fur plastered with mud, seemed to be. The other two looked relatively fine - it was only after they were put in water when the pieces of mud washed away from the sons’ pelts.
The two toms were aptly named Shoalkit and Mudkit.
Not too long after, Pikejaw finally named her only daughter Charkit after the fish the gray and white kit seemed to love so much.
Throughout the rest of his kithood, Shoalkit learned the ropes of the life around him: don’t bother older cats when they’re talking seriously, don’t poke at Sandkit and don’t rub her fur the other way, don’t even try to argue with Pikejaw. She has answers to everything.
Apprenticehood
The existence of Sharpclaw was first broken to the three littermates when they became apprentices. They had rarely heard Whitewhisker and Pikejaw discuss the threat of the cougar.
Shoalpaw was apprenticed to ?. He/she/they enlightened the young tom on the subject of the monstrous mountain cat who had terrorized SouthClan for years. Shoalpaw’s excitement was dampened a bit by this revelation, but he assured himself that there was nothing that could stop him from striving to becoming a warrior.
Trivia
Shoalpaw works well with his littermates Charpaw and Mudpaw, and so far his favorite thing to learn has been tri-fishing.
Shoalpaw’s favorite fish is salmon, not just because it tastes good. He’s often admired the green scales of the fish.
Extra Links
Relationship Tracker -
Exp Tracker -
Roleplaying - nothing 18+ unless it’s only mentioned / preferably in paragraph format

Roleplay example (taken from a roleplay between golden-willow’s Creek, Solaire-Eclipse’s Solar, and Campbell on Castaway-Cats)
Campbell gave a happy little wave of their tail. *Mental note to bring Keith next time,* they reminded themselves. They nodded at Solar's words as they took in the huge structure - a mass of tires, sticks, and all sorts of weird stuff that had washed up during The End. Had Solar been preparing this for months or had this been built in a day? The tortoiseshell was still goggling at the contraption when they realized that Solar had started climbing the darn thing. He leaped and rolled like a bird of prey flying through the clouds - graceful but also dangerous. They had no doubt that that sort of agility could kill cats.
Solar finished his round. Then: "Cam. You're my first student."
Campbell gulped a little when they abruptly realized that they had to go through all these things in a moment or two. Their paws felt two times heavier than before as they wobbled forward.
Taking a deep breath, Campbell started to run. It was weird to run through a cat-made construction when the tortie had been running through woodland for a long while. The bounds between the tires took more time - Campbell started breathing harder at the fourth - but they made it through fine, or at least they thought so. They turned to the sticks and started weaving between them as Solar had demonstrated. The young cat winced as the sticks scratched at their sides. Now - the wall, that was a challenge. The tortoiseshell bristled as they looked up at the monster of a thing. They attempted for a leap - good *god* it was high - and the fur on their shoulders spiked up as bits and pieces dug into the pads despite the blanket over it. They began scaling - it took more time than expected. The wall was high and Campbell repeatedly lost their footing in the middle - maybe three or four times - before hopping back down.
Timezone - KST (Korean Standard Time)
Preferred methods - Google docs is preferred; can work with notes and Discord

Description

Name - Shoalpaw
Sex: male
Gender - male
Age - 8 moons
Clan - SouthClan
Rank - apprentice

Stats
Strength - x/5
Stamina - 2/5
Speed - 1/5
Perception - x/5

Physically - Shoalpaw is a short, stocky tom with gray-brown fur and green eyes. He has rounded paws and ears and an overall rotund look. He has white paws and tail-tip, and a few tabby stripes on his tail.
Description - gray-brown tom with green eyes and white paws and tail tip

Height - 10 inches
Weight - 12 pounds
Impairments - n/a

Relations -
Mother - Pikejaw
Father - Whitewhisker
Siblings - Mudpaw (brother), Charpaw (sister)

Mentor - tba
Apprentice - n/a

Personality
Positive - empathetic - inquisitive - flexible
Shoalpaw has the natural ability to be empathetic. Maybe it’s because most of his mother’s spark has gone into his other littermates that his father’s empathy has managed to fill Shoalpaw up. But he takes after his mother in terms of his inquisitive behavior. Shoalpaw is curious about a great deal of things and seeks answers for his questions. Shoalpaw is also flexible - he can adapt to a considerable deal situations - “moving with the flow”, as his father says. Shoalpaw agrees.
Neutral - whimsical - passive - childish
Shoalpaw likes to imagine a lot of daydreams (but rarely acts them out or speaks of them). Not too wild, but it’s enough to have him become rather distracted in middle of discussions or lectures. To him it’s his solace in boredom. To others it’s an annoying habit. It’s not so much of a curiosity that Charpaw calls him “Cloud-head”. Shoalpaw would let that slide - not because she’s his sister, but because he’s unfazed by a lot of insults thrown at him. He often lets things slide without second thought. Growing up with a sister who comes up with creative (and sometimes somewhat strange) nicknames and his tendency to daydream has helped him develop this part of his personality. Shoalpaw’s daydreams also come from the childish part of himself. He finds it to be liberating to indulge in his youthful ways - and some may find it cute and relate, but less so for others.
Negative - procrastinating - unfocused - distrusting
If there’s one thing any mentor of Shoalpaw should be worried about, it’s the fact that Shoalpaw is a procrastinator. He’d put off taking moss to the elders until they start to complain that their bedding is too moldy or too wet. He’d also put off patrolling to do what he wants to do - like hunting, adventuring, etc. He’s not particularly focused on one thing - but he’s no multitasker either. Shoalpaw is extremely unfocused. He finds it trouble to fixtate on one thing for a long duration of time. And one can easily guess that due to his littermates, with their tendency to drag him into things, Shoalpaw has grown to be a suspicious young lad.

Personality type - INFP-A - INFPs are imaginative idealists, guided by their own core values and beliefs. To a Healer, possibilities are paramount; the realism of the moment is only of passing concern. They see potential for a better future, and pursue truth and meaning with their own individual flair.
INFPs are sensitive, caring, and compassionate, and are deeply concerned with the personal growth of themselves and others. Individualistic and nonjudgmental, INFPs believe that each person must find their own path. They enjoy spending time exploring their own ideas and values, and are gently encouraging to others to do the same. INFPs are creative and often artistic; they enjoy finding new outlets for self-expression.

History
Before birth / kithood
1.5 years ago...
Pikejaw and Whitewhisker were the kind of cats to settle down once they thought the time was right. And so they did - not too long after Whitewhisker had become a warrior, they became mates.
The problem was, they wanted a family. But with the state the clan was in - far from their home and Sharpclaw’s threat eminent - it was impossible to raise a family.
Or so they were told. Funny, though - Whitewhisker believed it completely.
Would luck have it, however, Pikejaw was one of the more stubborn cats in the clan.
“Whitewhisker.” She approached him with confidence.
He raised his head from where he was, nibbling at a mouse. Timid he was, and the way he slowly raised his head told her so.
“I want to expand our family,” she said.
The pale gray and white tom frowned. “Pike…” he said, eyes pleading, “we know why that can’t happen.”
“We’ve settled down,” she answered, holding her brown muzzle high. “It’s not like anything’s holding us back from having children.”
“No, but Sharpclaw’s still out there,” Whitewhisker insisted. “We need to focus on surviving first.”
And that was that. They focused on surviving first, as Whitewhisker wanted. Over time, they began focusing on their lives than their bond. Not a lot of cats were too surprised when they no longer began sharing prey together.
Slowly it became clear that SouthClan was still living well, even with Sharpclaw on the prowl. There were still casualties, and there were times when Sharpclaw came too near for comfort. But SouthClan was surviving better than Whitewhisker had expected.
That realization evident, he approached Pikejaw carefully.
“Pikejaw?”
She knew what he meant to say, and didn’t hesitate in giving her (former?) mate a loving nudge.
“I missed you, furball.”
Whitewhisker responded with happy purrs, delighted with how things had managed - barely - to turn out fine.
They had missed each other, after all.
Pikejaw was a little older than the norm for a first-time queen. But despite everything she was announced to be expecting by the end of leaf-bare.
Whitewhisker was a doting father- and he also made ears flatten everywhere as he could talk about nothing but his coming family.
When the time came for Pikejaw to give birth, a warm green-leaf day, Whitewhisker paced outside the den. After the ordeal, Pikejaw, as pained as she was, couldn’t help but shake her head when she was told that her mate had been driving the medicine cats crazy with questions.
Some thing never did change.
The three kits - two sons and one (notably feisty) daughter - went nameless for the first moon they lived. When asked why, Pikejaw would say,
“Their names aren’t just coming to mind.”
When told to not be so picky, she would retort,
“Would you be able to live with your offspring given names you don’t like?”
When Whitewhisker was urged to persuade his mate otherwise, the white warrior only shook his head and purred.
Then came a day, right after when it rained the previous night. The three kits wandered onto a big pile of mud. And under the she-kit’s lead, they bundled up on the damp soil.
When their parents finally found them at late afternoon, they were muddied badly - or at least the daughter, with her gray and white fur plastered with mud, seemed to be. The other two looked relatively fine - it was only after they were put in water when the pieces of mud washed away from the sons’ pelts.
The two toms were aptly named Shoalkit and Mudkit.
Not too long after, Pikejaw finally named her only daughter Charkit after the fish the gray and white kit seemed to love so much.
Throughout the rest of his kithood, Shoalkit learned the ropes of the life around him: don’t bother older cats when they’re talking seriously, don’t poke at Sandkit and don’t rub her fur the other way, don’t even try to argue with Pikejaw. She has answers to everything.
Apprenticehood
The existence of Sharpclaw was first broken to the three littermates when they became apprentices. They had rarely heard Whitewhisker and Pikejaw discuss the threat of the cougar.
Shoalpaw was apprenticed to ?. He/she/they enlightened the young tom on the subject of the monstrous mountain cat who had terrorized SouthClan for years. Shoalpaw’s excitement was dampened a bit by this revelation, but he assured himself that there was nothing that could stop him from striving to becoming a warrior.
Trivia
Shoalpaw works well with his littermates Charpaw and Mudpaw, and so far his favorite thing to learn has been tri-fishing.
Shoalpaw’s favorite fish is salmon, not just because it tastes good. He’s often admired the green scales of the fish.
Extra Links
Relationship Tracker -
Exp Tracker -
Roleplaying - nothing 18+ unless it’s only mentioned / preferably in paragraph format

Roleplay example (taken from a roleplay between golden-willow’s Creek, Solaire-Eclipse’s Solar, and Campbell on Castaway-Cats)
Campbell gave a happy little wave of their tail. *Mental note to bring Keith next time,* they reminded themselves. They nodded at Solar's words as they took in the huge structure - a mass of tires, sticks, and all sorts of weird stuff that had washed up during The End. Had Solar been preparing this for months or had this been built in a day? The tortoiseshell was still goggling at the contraption when they realized that Solar had started climbing the darn thing. He leaped and rolled like a bird of prey flying through the clouds - graceful but also dangerous. They had no doubt that that sort of agility could kill cats.
Solar finished his round. Then: "Cam. You're my first student."
Campbell gulped a little when they abruptly realized that they had to go through all these things in a moment or two. Their paws felt two times heavier than before as they wobbled forward.
Taking a deep breath, Campbell started to run. It was weird to run through a cat-made construction when the tortie had been running through woodland for a long while. The bounds between the tires took more time - Campbell started breathing harder at the fourth - but they made it through fine, or at least they thought so. They turned to the sticks and started weaving between them as Solar had demonstrated. The young cat winced as the sticks scratched at their sides. Now - the wall, that was a challenge. The tortoiseshell bristled as they looked up at the monster of a thing. They attempted for a leap - good *god* it was high - and the fur on their shoulders spiked up as bits and pieces dug into the pads despite the blanket over it. They began scaling - it took more time than expected. The wall was high and Campbell repeatedly lost their footing in the middle - maybe three or four times - before hopping back down.
Timezone - KST (Korean Standard Time)
Preferred methods - Google docs is preferred; can work with notes and Discord