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Description
Name: Thistlepaw
Age: 1 cycle
Gender: Female
Breed: Turkish Angora mix
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Apprentice

Personality:

{Flirtatious} – Thistlepaw tends to be flirtatious, but not necessarily openly or over the top. She loves messing with cats, and sadly that sometimes results in hurting toms. But honestly, she doesn’t care. A tom REALLY has to catch her attention for her to really flirt with him. She knows she could beat anyone in a fighting match, and she especially likes to beat any tom who challenges her.

{Cocky}- She has full confidence in herself. Most of the time she thinks she doesn’t need anyone else, much like Hawkfrost. She acts overly tough on the outside, but inside she has trouble looking over someone who’s weaker than her or is struggling with something. She walks with her tail swinging low, brushing the ground most of the time because she doesn’t feel like she has anything to prove.

{Arrogant}- For the most part, Thistlepaw can be really arrogant. Mostly because of her heritage, but also because she never had a mother to tell her not to be. During her training as an apprentice, she's become an amazing fighter and she knows it. Thistleberry is the kind of cat to say that she’ll do something and overachieve what she says she will do.

{Snappy}- If confronted or angered, Thistlepaw lives up to at least one half of her name. She can be a fireball when she wants to be. She doesn’t care who she gets in an argument with, even if it’s the biggest cat in the clan. Usually she’s snideand arrogant when having a casual conversation. Although she has a soft spot for kits. She wants some of her own someday, and is always kind to them.

{Incredibly Defensive}- Even though Thistlepaw seems like she’s a tough girl, she hates when people disagree with her because she has a hard time with cats disagreeing with her. Usually she hides this with getting angry really quickly if a conversation gets heated. She has no problem voicing her opinions, even if they seem ludicrous to other cats.

{Stubborn}- Every time someone fights with her about her opinion, she’ll defend herself until she wins the argument. The hard thing about Thistlepaw’s level of stubbornness is that she hates being wrong. If someone proves her wrong, she won’t let it show. Along with being stubborn, she’s ambitious. Since she isn't aware of her heritage, she really doesn't know where her spirit comes from. She beleives that if she should never give up until either she's won or she's done the best that she possibly can.

Brief Backstory:
Most of Thistlepaw and Silverpaw's backstory is quite unknown to them, although they don't know that their sisters. Thistlepaw was born to a young she-cat named Sky. She was a rogue, but her mother was a short mate to Hawkfrost, her name was Olive. Hawkfrost cared nothing for Olive. After Hawkfrost had his fling with Olive, he abandoned her and was quickly thereafter killed by Brambleclaw. Olive bore two kittens, Sky and her sister Fern. Sky left her mother and sister once she was a year old and ventured off, living near the old Thunderclan territory. She mated with a tom from Thunderclan and decided to join the clan. Soon the clans moved to their new location and Sky became pregnant. She had 3 kits: Silverkit, Sootkit, and ???kit. One day, once they had settled into their new territory, Sky, now Skypool, took her kits out into the forest. Since she was still adjusting to Clan life, she didn't know it was unsafe to take kits out into the forest, much less an unknown one. While they were exploring, Skypool sensed a fox and tried to gather her kits. The fox burst through the bushes and attacked Skypool and her kits. Sootkit was separated from her family during the attack and got lost in the new territory. Skypool was killed trying to protect her kits. Sootkit had no knowledge of what happened to her family. She roamed the forest trying to find her way back to Thunderclan territory, but without knowing the territory was lost for almost a moon. She learned how to hide in the shadows and protect herself at an incredibly young age. Eventually she wandered into Shadowclan's territory and was found by a patrol. They took her back to Monarchstar, who admired her fighting spirit. Sootkit had lost all remaining scent of Thunderclan, and after a moon in solitude she'd forgotten her family. She was raised in the nursery with the other kits, and the mothers in the den constantly called her "little thistle" because of her spite. When she was given her name, it was Thistlekit. She's grown up in Shadowclan and has known nothing else but loyalty to her clan.
Family:
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Genetic Mother: Skypool|Female|Warrior|ThunderClan
Sister: Silverpaw/Step|Female|Apprentice|Thunderclan
Her unknown Grandpa: Hawkfrost
Her Great Grandpa: TigerStar

Relationships:
Mentor/apprentice
Acquaintance
Friend
Close friend
Crush
Love
Mate
Uncomfortable/dislike
Hate
dead

Thunderclan:
Riverclan:
Windclan:
Shadowclan:
Skyclan:

Roleplay Sample:

She walked over to the fresh kill pile, morning dew clinging to the frozen animals. She wrinkled her nose and leaned back away from the pile. I’m NOT eating this. She sat down and licked her shoulder nervously, her feathery tail swishing slowly back and forth around her feet. She stopped when she heard footsteps. One ear swiveled behind her.
“It’s not that bad, you know.” She frowned again, looking down at the ‘fresh’-kill pile. Recognizing Rookstrike’s voice, she muttered “Sure…” She stood up and flicked her tail, turning around to face him. “Well I don’t want to eat icicles for breakfast. I’m going hunting.” He looked her over suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. “You? Hunting?” he scoffed. She narrowed her eyes and swished her tail back and forth quickly. Rookstrike raised a paw defensively and looked down and back up. “Don’t get me wrong, you could take down any warrior in the Clan, but your hunting is a little on the rusty side.” She rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. He raised his eyebrows, as if daring her to defy him.
“FINE.” She sat down looked glumly at the pile. She dug down to the bottom and found a small pigeon that was less frozen than the others and bit down, grimacing. It was going to be a long day.

Description
Name: Thistlepaw
Age: 1 cycle
Gender: Female
Breed: Turkish Angora mix
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Apprentice

Personality:

{Flirtatious} – Thistlepaw tends to be flirtatious, but not necessarily openly or over the top. She loves messing with cats, and sadly that sometimes results in hurting toms. But honestly, she doesn’t care. A tom REALLY has to catch her attention for her to really flirt with him. She knows she could beat anyone in a fighting match, and she especially likes to beat any tom who challenges her.

{Cocky}- She has full confidence in herself. Most of the time she thinks she doesn’t need anyone else, much like Hawkfrost. She acts overly tough on the outside, but inside she has trouble looking over someone who’s weaker than her or is struggling with something. She walks with her tail swinging low, brushing the ground most of the time because she doesn’t feel like she has anything to prove.

{Arrogant}- For the most part, Thistlepaw can be really arrogant. Mostly because of her heritage, but also because she never had a mother to tell her not to be. During her training as an apprentice, she's become an amazing fighter and she knows it. Thistleberry is the kind of cat to say that she’ll do something and overachieve what she says she will do.

{Snappy}- If confronted or angered, Thistlepaw lives up to at least one half of her name. She can be a fireball when she wants to be. She doesn’t care who she gets in an argument with, even if it’s the biggest cat in the clan. Usually she’s snideand arrogant when having a casual conversation. Although she has a soft spot for kits. She wants some of her own someday, and is always kind to them.

{Incredibly Defensive}- Even though Thistlepaw seems like she’s a tough girl, she hates when people disagree with her because she has a hard time with cats disagreeing with her. Usually she hides this with getting angry really quickly if a conversation gets heated. She has no problem voicing her opinions, even if they seem ludicrous to other cats.

{Stubborn}- Every time someone fights with her about her opinion, she’ll defend herself until she wins the argument. The hard thing about Thistlepaw’s level of stubbornness is that she hates being wrong. If someone proves her wrong, she won’t let it show. Along with being stubborn, she’s ambitious. Since she isn't aware of her heritage, she really doesn't know where her spirit comes from. She beleives that if she should never give up until either she's won or she's done the best that she possibly can.

Brief Backstory:
Most of Thistlepaw and Silverpaw's backstory is quite unknown to them, although they don't know that their sisters. Thistlepaw was born to a young she-cat named Sky. She was a rogue, but her mother was a short mate to Hawkfrost, her name was Olive. Hawkfrost cared nothing for Olive. After Hawkfrost had his fling with Olive, he abandoned her and was quickly thereafter killed by Brambleclaw. Olive bore two kittens, Sky and her sister Fern. Sky left her mother and sister once she was a year old and ventured off, living near the old Thunderclan territory. She mated with a tom from Thunderclan and decided to join the clan. Soon the clans moved to their new location and Sky became pregnant. She had 3 kits: Silverkit, Sootkit, and ???kit. One day, once they had settled into their new territory, Sky, now Skypool, took her kits out into the forest. Since she was still adjusting to Clan life, she didn't know it was unsafe to take kits out into the forest, much less an unknown one. While they were exploring, Skypool sensed a fox and tried to gather her kits. The fox burst through the bushes and attacked Skypool and her kits. Sootkit was separated from her family during the attack and got lost in the new territory. Skypool was killed trying to protect her kits. Sootkit had no knowledge of what happened to her family. She roamed the forest trying to find her way back to Thunderclan territory, but without knowing the territory was lost for almost a moon. She learned how to hide in the shadows and protect herself at an incredibly young age. Eventually she wandered into Shadowclan's territory and was found by a patrol. They took her back to Monarchstar, who admired her fighting spirit. Sootkit had lost all remaining scent of Thunderclan, and after a moon in solitude she'd forgotten her family. She was raised in the nursery with the other kits, and the mothers in the den constantly called her "little thistle" because of her spite. When she was given her name, it was Thistlekit. She's grown up in Shadowclan and has known nothing else but loyalty to her clan.
Family:
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Genetic Mother: Skypool|Female|Warrior|ThunderClan
Sister: Silverpaw/Step|Female|Apprentice|Thunderclan
Her unknown Grandpa: Hawkfrost
Her Great Grandpa: TigerStar

Relationships:
Mentor/apprentice
Acquaintance
Friend
Close friend
Crush
Love
Mate
Uncomfortable/dislike
Hate
dead

Thunderclan:
Riverclan:
Windclan:
Shadowclan:
Skyclan:

Roleplay Sample:

She walked over to the fresh kill pile, morning dew clinging to the frozen animals. She wrinkled her nose and leaned back away from the pile. I’m NOT eating this. She sat down and licked her shoulder nervously, her feathery tail swishing slowly back and forth around her feet. She stopped when she heard footsteps. One ear swiveled behind her.
“It’s not that bad, you know.” She frowned again, looking down at the ‘fresh’-kill pile. Recognizing Rookstrike’s voice, she muttered “Sure…” She stood up and flicked her tail, turning around to face him. “Well I don’t want to eat icicles for breakfast. I’m going hunting.” He looked her over suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. “You? Hunting?” he scoffed. She narrowed her eyes and swished her tail back and forth quickly. Rookstrike raised a paw defensively and looked down and back up. “Don’t get me wrong, you could take down any warrior in the Clan, but your hunting is a little on the rusty side.” She rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. He raised his eyebrows, as if daring her to defy him.
“FINE.” She sat down looked glumly at the pile. She dug down to the bottom and found a small pigeon that was less frozen than the others and bit down, grimacing. It was going to be a long day.