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Another child for Island-Cats !

General:

Name: Bandedpaw
Prefix: banded- for his tabby stripes
Suffix: paw- traditional apprentice suffix
Previous names: Bandedkit
Nicknames: none yet

Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him

Age: 8 moons

Clan: MagmaClan
Rank: Healer apprentice

Mentor: Tephrapool (formerly Sunswirl)
Apprentice: n/a

Belief in StarClan (0-10): 7 / 10 "Of course I believe in them. I'm a healer for StarClan's sake. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't resent them for pushing me to stop my warrior training."

Physical:

Breed: Oriental shorthair / domestic shorthair / ??? mix

Brief description: Dark caliby tom with a distinctive white flash across his face, tufty fur, and pale yellow eyes

Fur: Thick, short, mostly off-white fur with large patches of gray and brown tabby stripes

Eyes: Pale yellow; noticeably large and wide

Scars: none yet

Build: Thin and lanky, but surprisingly strong despite his appearance

Bans: DMAB calico

Skills
5-10 - Hunting
3-10 - Fighting
9-10 - Eyesight
1-10 - Swimming
6-10 - Running/Speed
8-10 - Intelligence
10-10 - Climbing (his best ability; VERY skilled at maneuvering up cliffsides to grab hard-to-reach herbs)
4-10 - Leadership

Health
10-10 - Physical Health
9-10 - Mental Health

Personality:

Positive Traits:

- Clever

- Observant

- Honest

Neutral Traits:

- Logical/Realistic

- Selfless

- Outspoken

Negative Traits:

- Lazy

- Pessimistic

- Dismissive

Sexuality and Love

Orientation:

Looking for:  /
|| Long-Term Relationship

|| Mate

|| Fling

|| Cross-Clan

|| Uninterested

|| Taken

Relationship Status: Single; only an apprentice and isn't interested in romance (talk with me about crushes maybe??)

Crush: n/a

Mate: n/a

Attractions: doesn't know yet
Finds Unattractive: doesn't know yet

Relationships:

|Respect
|Admire
|Idol
|Curiosity/Confusion
|Crush/Like
|Love
|Acquaintice
|Friend
|Good Friend
|Dislike
|Strong Dislike
|Wants Dead
|Nervous
|Mild Fear
|Terror

Name || Gender || Clan || Bullets || Thoughts

Pitchstar || Female || BayClan ||  || "They tell nursery tales about her to scare kits into behaving. She's a spooky cat, for sure."

Cactusstar || Female || PrairieClan ||  || "She's in the stories too. She's dumb for taking Pitchstar on."

Plumestar || Male || MagmaClan ||  || "I like his way of thinking. I'm glad he didn't get us all wrapped up in that war."

Emberstar || Female || MagmaClan || // || "Ze's a bit unnerving but I respect zir authority."

Tephrapool || Polygender || MagmaClan || /// || "They're my mentor, so we're forced to spend a lot of time together. I'm not thrilled to be their apprentice, but I guess we gotta live with it."

Family:

Mother: Opalwood | NPC | mostly white dilute caliby molly with orange eyes

Father: Flowerscratch | NPC | dark cinnamon tom with white toes and nose and yellow eyes

Siblings: n/a

Kits: n/a

Other Family Members: n/a

Background:
(At least two sentences for each section)

Kit:
Bandedkit was born a single kit to two doting parents. His mother Opalwood was very caring and considerate, always doing her best to be there for her son. His father Flowerscratch tried his best to be a good dad, and for the most part he was; however, the poor tom always felt awkward giving advice and conforting his son (don't worry, he fought through the awkwardness for the sake of his boy). From the earliest days of his kithood, Bandedkit was always drawn to the healer's den. He picked up a lot just by watching Tephrapool work. He was already a quiet kit, so hanging around and learning herbs was a nice way for him to pass the time. Many cats expected him to become the Clan's next healer when he came of age, but little Bandedkit had other plans for his future. Despite his very obvious interest in herbs, Bandedkit was dead-set on becoming a big, strong warrior just like his father and mother. What's more, as he grew, it became apparent that he'd grow into a strong and nimble cat- the ideal body type for a MagmaClan warrior. With his versatile skillset, he could've become a warrior or a healer and been excellent at his trade either way. When it came down to it, he decided he'd rather become a warrior apprentice than a healer.

Apprentice:
Bandedpaw's first few weeks under his mentor Sunswirl were amazing, as far as Bandedpaw was concerned. Unfortunately, these days would not last. Bandedpaw's happiness over his warrior training was abruptly cut short by a strange recurring dream. Starry cats swirled in his mind, showing him hazy visions that he couldn't quite make out. After several nights of the same strange dream, he decided to take the issue to Tephrapool. They suggested that maybe StarClan had something to tell him. Bandedpaw considered what they'd said and went to sleep that night with a plan. When the starry cats appeared before him, he asked them plain and simple what they wanted with him. It was as though he'd opened a door. The visions immediately became clear and one very obvious image was shown to him: the MagmaClan healer den. StarClan wanted him to become a healer. Of course, Bandedpaw immediately refused. However, for the first time in his life, he started having doubts. He could speak to StarClan? Without even trying? Maybe it was his destiny to be the Clan's next healer. At the same time, he couldn't picture himself living in the healer's den for his entire life. A couple weeks passed and he was still torn between the two possible paths his future could take. This internal conflict was made even more intense with StarClan whispering increasingly loudly in his ears- sometimes during the day as well as the night. About a moon into his warrior training, Bandedpaw finally relented. He agreed to become a healer. He became Tephrapool's apprentice and has been serving his Clan well, albeit slightly begrudgingly, since. StarClan has not spoken to him since they forced him into his new position, which he is a bit resentful about, but he still trusts that they probably know better than he does what's best for him.

Healer:
(tba)

Roleplay:

Notes: Yes
Skype: Maybe
Comments: No
Chats: No
Other: Discord server/Discord DMs

Reply Speed: At the very least once per day unless something important comes up
Time Zone: PST

G/Pg: Yes
Pg-13: Yes
M: No (gore okay, romance no)

Roleplay example:
Lumberfoot found her lip curling as the chimera cat left her leader in silence before feeding her some bullshit excuse for an answer to her question. The brown molly usually wasn’t this bad-tempered or confrontational. Maybe it was the ache of her wound or the lack of activity in her Clan recently, but she was tiring of Carrionheart’s attitude. She growled softly to grab the molly’s attention.

“See, it’s funny you say that when you’re pretty effectively trapped in our leader’s den with three fully-trained warriors.” Lumberfoot drew herself up to her full height, filling the entire entrance to the den. She made eye contact first with Mothstar and then Cactusblossom and bowed her head to them as an apology for speaking out. Then she returned her glare to Carrionheart and continued to hold her aggressive stance. Despite all that was going through her head, Lumberfoot felt a small glow of pride inside of her. She felt like she’d never had the chance to be a real warrior, and she felt like she was doing a fine job for handling the first real threat she’s been presented with.

Description

Another child for Island-Cats !

General:

Name: Bandedpaw
Prefix: banded- for his tabby stripes
Suffix: paw- traditional apprentice suffix
Previous names: Bandedkit
Nicknames: none yet

Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him

Age: 8 moons

Clan: MagmaClan
Rank: Healer apprentice

Mentor: Tephrapool (formerly Sunswirl)
Apprentice: n/a

Belief in StarClan (0-10): 7 / 10 "Of course I believe in them. I'm a healer for StarClan's sake. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't resent them for pushing me to stop my warrior training."

Physical:

Breed: Oriental shorthair / domestic shorthair / ??? mix

Brief description: Dark caliby tom with a distinctive white flash across his face, tufty fur, and pale yellow eyes

Fur: Thick, short, mostly off-white fur with large patches of gray and brown tabby stripes

Eyes: Pale yellow; noticeably large and wide

Scars: none yet

Build: Thin and lanky, but surprisingly strong despite his appearance

Bans: DMAB calico

Skills
5-10 - Hunting
3-10 - Fighting
9-10 - Eyesight
1-10 - Swimming
6-10 - Running/Speed
8-10 - Intelligence
10-10 - Climbing (his best ability; VERY skilled at maneuvering up cliffsides to grab hard-to-reach herbs)
4-10 - Leadership

Health
10-10 - Physical Health
9-10 - Mental Health

Personality:

Positive Traits:

- Clever

- Observant

- Honest

Neutral Traits:

- Logical/Realistic

- Selfless

- Outspoken

Negative Traits:

- Lazy

- Pessimistic

- Dismissive

Sexuality and Love

Orientation:

Looking for:  /
|| Long-Term Relationship

|| Mate

|| Fling

|| Cross-Clan

|| Uninterested

|| Taken

Relationship Status: Single; only an apprentice and isn't interested in romance (talk with me about crushes maybe??)

Crush: n/a

Mate: n/a

Attractions: doesn't know yet
Finds Unattractive: doesn't know yet

Relationships:

|Respect
|Admire
|Idol
|Curiosity/Confusion
|Crush/Like
|Love
|Acquaintice
|Friend
|Good Friend
|Dislike
|Strong Dislike
|Wants Dead
|Nervous
|Mild Fear
|Terror

Name || Gender || Clan || Bullets || Thoughts

Pitchstar || Female || BayClan ||  || "They tell nursery tales about her to scare kits into behaving. She's a spooky cat, for sure."

Cactusstar || Female || PrairieClan ||  || "She's in the stories too. She's dumb for taking Pitchstar on."

Plumestar || Male || MagmaClan ||  || "I like his way of thinking. I'm glad he didn't get us all wrapped up in that war."

Emberstar || Female || MagmaClan || // || "Ze's a bit unnerving but I respect zir authority."

Tephrapool || Polygender || MagmaClan || /// || "They're my mentor, so we're forced to spend a lot of time together. I'm not thrilled to be their apprentice, but I guess we gotta live with it."

Family:

Mother: Opalwood | NPC | mostly white dilute caliby molly with orange eyes

Father: Flowerscratch | NPC | dark cinnamon tom with white toes and nose and yellow eyes

Siblings: n/a

Kits: n/a

Other Family Members: n/a

Background:
(At least two sentences for each section)

Kit:
Bandedkit was born a single kit to two doting parents. His mother Opalwood was very caring and considerate, always doing her best to be there for her son. His father Flowerscratch tried his best to be a good dad, and for the most part he was; however, the poor tom always felt awkward giving advice and conforting his son (don't worry, he fought through the awkwardness for the sake of his boy). From the earliest days of his kithood, Bandedkit was always drawn to the healer's den. He picked up a lot just by watching Tephrapool work. He was already a quiet kit, so hanging around and learning herbs was a nice way for him to pass the time. Many cats expected him to become the Clan's next healer when he came of age, but little Bandedkit had other plans for his future. Despite his very obvious interest in herbs, Bandedkit was dead-set on becoming a big, strong warrior just like his father and mother. What's more, as he grew, it became apparent that he'd grow into a strong and nimble cat- the ideal body type for a MagmaClan warrior. With his versatile skillset, he could've become a warrior or a healer and been excellent at his trade either way. When it came down to it, he decided he'd rather become a warrior apprentice than a healer.

Apprentice:
Bandedpaw's first few weeks under his mentor Sunswirl were amazing, as far as Bandedpaw was concerned. Unfortunately, these days would not last. Bandedpaw's happiness over his warrior training was abruptly cut short by a strange recurring dream. Starry cats swirled in his mind, showing him hazy visions that he couldn't quite make out. After several nights of the same strange dream, he decided to take the issue to Tephrapool. They suggested that maybe StarClan had something to tell him. Bandedpaw considered what they'd said and went to sleep that night with a plan. When the starry cats appeared before him, he asked them plain and simple what they wanted with him. It was as though he'd opened a door. The visions immediately became clear and one very obvious image was shown to him: the MagmaClan healer den. StarClan wanted him to become a healer. Of course, Bandedpaw immediately refused. However, for the first time in his life, he started having doubts. He could speak to StarClan? Without even trying? Maybe it was his destiny to be the Clan's next healer. At the same time, he couldn't picture himself living in the healer's den for his entire life. A couple weeks passed and he was still torn between the two possible paths his future could take. This internal conflict was made even more intense with StarClan whispering increasingly loudly in his ears- sometimes during the day as well as the night. About a moon into his warrior training, Bandedpaw finally relented. He agreed to become a healer. He became Tephrapool's apprentice and has been serving his Clan well, albeit slightly begrudgingly, since. StarClan has not spoken to him since they forced him into his new position, which he is a bit resentful about, but he still trusts that they probably know better than he does what's best for him.

Healer:
(tba)

Roleplay:

Notes: Yes
Skype: Maybe
Comments: No
Chats: No
Other: Discord server/Discord DMs

Reply Speed: At the very least once per day unless something important comes up
Time Zone: PST

G/Pg: Yes
Pg-13: Yes
M: No (gore okay, romance no)

Roleplay example:
Lumberfoot found her lip curling as the chimera cat left her leader in silence before feeding her some bullshit excuse for an answer to her question. The brown molly usually wasn’t this bad-tempered or confrontational. Maybe it was the ache of her wound or the lack of activity in her Clan recently, but she was tiring of Carrionheart’s attitude. She growled softly to grab the molly’s attention.

“See, it’s funny you say that when you’re pretty effectively trapped in our leader’s den with three fully-trained warriors.” Lumberfoot drew herself up to her full height, filling the entire entrance to the den. She made eye contact first with Mothstar and then Cactusblossom and bowed her head to them as an apology for speaking out. Then she returned her glare to Carrionheart and continued to hold her aggressive stance. Despite all that was going through her head, Lumberfoot felt a small glow of pride inside of her. She felt like she’d never had the chance to be a real warrior, and she felt like she was doing a fine job for handling the first real threat she’s been presented with.