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|| General ||

Name: Honeypuddle

[Honey- : for the golden brown color of her fur.]

[-puddle : s> because you can step on her for her introspective, quiet nature.]

Age: 43 moons

Gender: Female

Breed: Short-haired, brown tabby moggy

Description: A white she-cat with a golden brown tabby patch covering the right side of her face and her left ear. Her tail is ringed with the same color and a stripe of darker brown runs down her spine. Honeypuddle has teal eyes that are just as gentle as they are reserved. She's an average size for a she-cat with a reasonable amount of muscle. Her short, soft fur smells like wet earth and grass after a light rain.

Clan: Lakeclan

Rank: Warrior

Mentor: Runningcreek

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Sexual Orientation: Gray-Asexual (Doesn't normally experience sexual attraction but can on rare occasions) Panromantic

Physical/Personality Preferences in a Significant Other:

Physical:

-Thicker fur (she tends to get pretty cold during the colder months, her fur's pretty thin, so she likes the idea of having someone she can really cuddle up to)
-Yellow/Amber eyes
-Not picky overall

Personality: (Things she likes or needs in a partner)

-Loyal Cats

-Affectionate

-someone that will push her to speak her mind

-honesty, an "open book"

-won't push her to mate with them (given her sexuality)

-prefers long/stable relationships

Personality:

+Positive -Negative +/-Neutral

+ Compassionate +

Honeypuddle is as soft and sweet as her name would suggest. This also lends her to hesitate in combat which, more often then not, gets her into trouble.

+ Observant +

Ever since kithood Honeypuddle has been watching and listening to everything. The world around her has always fascinated the young she-cat, there always seems to be something new to find out. Honeypuddle frequently leaves the bustle of the camp just to spend some time alone and listen to the world around her.

+ Loyal +

Loyalty to clan and kin was has been drilled into her since day one. The only thing that drives her to fight when called upon is her love for her family. Honeypuddle would sooner die for their sake than her own. However, if it ever came down to it, she would choose her loved ones over the whole of her clan- whether that makes her more or less loyal depends on who you ask.

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- Secretive -

Perhaps from, somewhat accidentally, knowing so much about the lives of her clanmates, Honeypuddle is very good at keeping secrets. She hasn't many secrets of her own to keep but as for others... well. If she had the stomach for blackmail she wouldn't have trouble with getting the dirt.

- Quiet -

Intentionally and unintentionally, she has a tendency to sneak around. Other cats tend to not notice her given how quiet she always is and Honeypuddle simply slips under their radars and that's how she prefers it. She tends to speak only when spoken too with cats outside of her family.

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+/- Nosy -\+

Honeypuddle doesn't ask many questions. However, she's very good at being in the right place at the right time to find out what she wants to know. Gatherings in particular are a wonderland news and bits of gossip that she loves to immerse herself in. If there is something she wishes to know, Honeypuddle will eventually find out.

+/- Unsure -\+

Loyal as she is to her clan, Honeypuddle's mind is always a mess of conflicting thoughts. Is it better to put Lakeclan or Starclan first? and her kin? Is there really a point to all the conflict among the different clans? Is there a point to all this? She struggles daily with her empathy and duty to her clan.

+/- FILLER -\+

FILLER

History:

Kithood:

Reedwalker was twenty-four moons of age when he became mates with a much older queen named Sweetsplash. Her previous mate had recently passed and before going on to the elders den she wanted to have one final litter of kits, the impressionable young Reedwalker was surprisingly quick to offer himself up as a father for her kits. The two got on surprisingly well despite the large gap in their age. Reedwalker was a dedicated mate even though their relationship was one of convenience. Sadly, her age gave way to weakness and her life was nearly taken late in the pregnancy during a bout of green cough. Though the kit survived, Sweetsplash passed away in her sleep the night after. Reedwalker took her death harder than expected and blamed it on the fact that she hadn't been able to for a night swim as she had during her past pregnancies. Honeykit was watched closely for fear that she would suffer as a result as well. Her kithood was fairly tame at least, her foster-mother treated her like her own kin. She didn't bond much with Sweetsplash's other kits until her apprenticeship.

Apprenticeship:

Honeypaw was a shy a little cat, usually clinging to the outskirts of the nursery- and later the camp. Her denmates left her alone for the most part and her kin, aside from Reedwalker, had little to do with her. Runningcreek was a loud, hot tempered she-cat of forty-three moons at the time. She was eager to take on an apprentice and start assuming a role of greater importance within the clan. She expected to be placed with an apprentice of great promise and she got- Honeypaw, her late mother's last kit. Runningcreek was not amused. There was certainly some animosity towards Reedwalker and Honeypaw among Sweetsplash's older kits. Needless to say, the relationship between the mentor and apprentice was a rocky one in the beginning. It was only Runningcreek's prideful streak that held them together at first. She was determined to make a strong warrior out of the meek kit, even if it meant spending an ungodly amount of time in the same area as Reedwalker. Over time the two actually began to bond. Honeypaw's soft spoken demeanor and genuine kindness softened Runningcreek's temper, just as her own gregarious personality encouraged her apprentice to be more assertive. By the end of their time together they'd grown incredibly close. Runningcreek has never yowled as loudly as she had at Honeypaw's , now Honeypuddle, warrior ceremony. Life was good.

Warriorhood:

The older she grew, the more Honeypuddle thought. She'd spend hours of what little free time she had sitting in the cool water or under the stars just thinking. Honeypuddle was troubled. She loved her clan but- the warrior code and the constant competition between the clans seemed flawed somehow. Wouldn't things be better if they were all part of one clan? One kin free of violence. For the most part she managed to steer clear of boarder skirmishes and disputes. Conflict always had a way of making her run. Her troubled mind was only sent deeper into its turmoil the day she met a rogue named Antilles while out hunting.

It was far from the water's edge, nearing the often forgotten border that only the occasional patrol or antisocial cat would travel. She had no fear of being punished for not running him off so she didn't bother trying. After some time they began to have long talks, he told her all about the lonely but peaceful life that rogues led. It was... A nice thought. Nicer still was the way he made her feel. Honeypuddle had never really been the sort of cat to desire a lot of attention. She never really sought company out aside from close family members and few of her clanmates . She'd never had a confidant to share her fears with- too afraid of disappointing Runningcreek and Reedwalker. Antilles filled that gap, better yet he built her up. Honeypuddle took his compliments to heat. He was a handsome tom after all and he wasn't family soooo no reason to spare her feelings right? Needless to say she fell for him hard and fast and truly believed he loved her just as much.

Then, things started going down hill as talk of her leaving Lakeclan started to crop up in conversations. Honeypuddle was hesitant. That was her clan. That was her family. She couldn't just abandon her father and her half-sister turned mentor out of the blue. Her constant dodging of the topic slowly brought out a new side of Antilles. She began to notice an edge to his words and the way even his kinder phrases were like thorns in her pelt that prodded her this way and that. Affection slowly began to turn to fear as he tried to assert control over her life.

Eventually that fear drove her to nearly confess the truth about her "relationship" to Runningcreek. She planned to tell her one evening while the hunted together. It didn't work out as she'd hoped. The moment Runningcreek spotted the rogue she attacked, still rash despite her mature age. Honeypuddle couldn't react immediately, too stunned. What could she do? Attack Antilles? Even if things were tense between them she still somehow hoped that he did harbor feelings for her- that he'd try to back out of the fight. Attack her kin? She could never hurt Runningcreek. Do nothing? She was too slow to prevent the rogue's jaws from sinking deep into Runningcreek's foreleg. It was with that terrible wound that she made up her mind. Honeypuddle was ruthless when she ran into the fight to protect her mentor and Antilles was just as ruthless with his words and claws. In the end she drove him off but not before he left his own mark on her gentle face as well as her heart. Too frightened to move Runningcreek, she lay next to her. A patrol found them the next morning and helped them back to camp. It was too late. Infection had already begun spreading into Runningcreek's wounds and within a week, she passed. Some moons later the body of the rogue was also found, having succumbed to similar complications. Honeypuddle was shaken by the blood on her paws. Antilles's blood. It took nearly a moon of recovery, physically and emotionally, for the molly to get back on her feet. Even now her strength flags under the weight of the guilt for both their deaths.

Kin:

Mother: Sweetsplash (deceased at 65 moons, brown tabby she-cat)

Father: Reedwalker (71 moons, white tom)

(All half-siblings) Siblings: Riverfoot (61 moons, brown tabby tom), Minnowleap (61 moons, brown/ginger torbie she-cat), Runningcreek (died at 67 moons, torbie she-cat, deceased), Wetbelly (75 moons, brown tabby tom, deceased), Brindlefin (75 moons, brown tabby tom)

Mate: N/A

Kits: N/A

Extra:

+ Likes/ - Dislikes

+Silence

+Sunbathing

+Long walks

+Using her knowledge and observation skill to aid the clan
+Kits

-Misinformation/ignorance

-Fighting and other such loud, tense situations

-Being ignored on the rare occasion she chooses to speak

-Losing (secretly a bit competitive)

Fun Facts

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Description

| FLAT COLOR REF |

|| General ||

Name: Honeypuddle

[Honey- : for the golden brown color of her fur.]

[-puddle : s> because you can step on her for her introspective, quiet nature.]

Age: 43 moons

Gender: Female

Breed: Short-haired, brown tabby moggy

Description: A white she-cat with a golden brown tabby patch covering the right side of her face and her left ear. Her tail is ringed with the same color and a stripe of darker brown runs down her spine. Honeypuddle has teal eyes that are just as gentle as they are reserved. She's an average size for a she-cat with a reasonable amount of muscle. Her short, soft fur smells like wet earth and grass after a light rain.

Clan: Lakeclan

Rank: Warrior

Mentor: Runningcreek

|| Personal ||

Sexual Orientation: Gray-Asexual (Doesn't normally experience sexual attraction but can on rare occasions) Panromantic

Physical/Personality Preferences in a Significant Other:

Physical:

-Thicker fur (she tends to get pretty cold during the colder months, her fur's pretty thin, so she likes the idea of having someone she can really cuddle up to)
-Yellow/Amber eyes
-Not picky overall

Personality: (Things she likes or needs in a partner)

-Loyal Cats

-Affectionate

-someone that will push her to speak her mind

-honesty, an "open book"

-won't push her to mate with them (given her sexuality)

-prefers long/stable relationships

Personality:

+Positive -Negative +/-Neutral

+ Compassionate +

Honeypuddle is as soft and sweet as her name would suggest. This also lends her to hesitate in combat which, more often then not, gets her into trouble.

+ Observant +

Ever since kithood Honeypuddle has been watching and listening to everything. The world around her has always fascinated the young she-cat, there always seems to be something new to find out. Honeypuddle frequently leaves the bustle of the camp just to spend some time alone and listen to the world around her.

+ Loyal +

Loyalty to clan and kin was has been drilled into her since day one. The only thing that drives her to fight when called upon is her love for her family. Honeypuddle would sooner die for their sake than her own. However, if it ever came down to it, she would choose her loved ones over the whole of her clan- whether that makes her more or less loyal depends on who you ask.

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- Secretive -

Perhaps from, somewhat accidentally, knowing so much about the lives of her clanmates, Honeypuddle is very good at keeping secrets. She hasn't many secrets of her own to keep but as for others... well. If she had the stomach for blackmail she wouldn't have trouble with getting the dirt.

- Quiet -

Intentionally and unintentionally, she has a tendency to sneak around. Other cats tend to not notice her given how quiet she always is and Honeypuddle simply slips under their radars and that's how she prefers it. She tends to speak only when spoken too with cats outside of her family.

- FILLER -

FILLER

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+/- Nosy -\+

Honeypuddle doesn't ask many questions. However, she's very good at being in the right place at the right time to find out what she wants to know. Gatherings in particular are a wonderland news and bits of gossip that she loves to immerse herself in. If there is something she wishes to know, Honeypuddle will eventually find out.

+/- Unsure -\+

Loyal as she is to her clan, Honeypuddle's mind is always a mess of conflicting thoughts. Is it better to put Lakeclan or Starclan first? and her kin? Is there really a point to all the conflict among the different clans? Is there a point to all this? She struggles daily with her empathy and duty to her clan.

+/- FILLER -\+

FILLER

History:

Kithood:

Reedwalker was twenty-four moons of age when he became mates with a much older queen named Sweetsplash. Her previous mate had recently passed and before going on to the elders den she wanted to have one final litter of kits, the impressionable young Reedwalker was surprisingly quick to offer himself up as a father for her kits. The two got on surprisingly well despite the large gap in their age. Reedwalker was a dedicated mate even though their relationship was one of convenience. Sadly, her age gave way to weakness and her life was nearly taken late in the pregnancy during a bout of green cough. Though the kit survived, Sweetsplash passed away in her sleep the night after. Reedwalker took her death harder than expected and blamed it on the fact that she hadn't been able to for a night swim as she had during her past pregnancies. Honeykit was watched closely for fear that she would suffer as a result as well. Her kithood was fairly tame at least, her foster-mother treated her like her own kin. She didn't bond much with Sweetsplash's other kits until her apprenticeship.

Apprenticeship:

Honeypaw was a shy a little cat, usually clinging to the outskirts of the nursery- and later the camp. Her denmates left her alone for the most part and her kin, aside from Reedwalker, had little to do with her. Runningcreek was a loud, hot tempered she-cat of forty-three moons at the time. She was eager to take on an apprentice and start assuming a role of greater importance within the clan. She expected to be placed with an apprentice of great promise and she got- Honeypaw, her late mother's last kit. Runningcreek was not amused. There was certainly some animosity towards Reedwalker and Honeypaw among Sweetsplash's older kits. Needless to say, the relationship between the mentor and apprentice was a rocky one in the beginning. It was only Runningcreek's prideful streak that held them together at first. She was determined to make a strong warrior out of the meek kit, even if it meant spending an ungodly amount of time in the same area as Reedwalker. Over time the two actually began to bond. Honeypaw's soft spoken demeanor and genuine kindness softened Runningcreek's temper, just as her own gregarious personality encouraged her apprentice to be more assertive. By the end of their time together they'd grown incredibly close. Runningcreek has never yowled as loudly as she had at Honeypaw's , now Honeypuddle, warrior ceremony. Life was good.

Warriorhood:

The older she grew, the more Honeypuddle thought. She'd spend hours of what little free time she had sitting in the cool water or under the stars just thinking. Honeypuddle was troubled. She loved her clan but- the warrior code and the constant competition between the clans seemed flawed somehow. Wouldn't things be better if they were all part of one clan? One kin free of violence. For the most part she managed to steer clear of boarder skirmishes and disputes. Conflict always had a way of making her run. Her troubled mind was only sent deeper into its turmoil the day she met a rogue named Antilles while out hunting.

It was far from the water's edge, nearing the often forgotten border that only the occasional patrol or antisocial cat would travel. She had no fear of being punished for not running him off so she didn't bother trying. After some time they began to have long talks, he told her all about the lonely but peaceful life that rogues led. It was... A nice thought. Nicer still was the way he made her feel. Honeypuddle had never really been the sort of cat to desire a lot of attention. She never really sought company out aside from close family members and few of her clanmates . She'd never had a confidant to share her fears with- too afraid of disappointing Runningcreek and Reedwalker. Antilles filled that gap, better yet he built her up. Honeypuddle took his compliments to heat. He was a handsome tom after all and he wasn't family soooo no reason to spare her feelings right? Needless to say she fell for him hard and fast and truly believed he loved her just as much.

Then, things started going down hill as talk of her leaving Lakeclan started to crop up in conversations. Honeypuddle was hesitant. That was her clan. That was her family. She couldn't just abandon her father and her half-sister turned mentor out of the blue. Her constant dodging of the topic slowly brought out a new side of Antilles. She began to notice an edge to his words and the way even his kinder phrases were like thorns in her pelt that prodded her this way and that. Affection slowly began to turn to fear as he tried to assert control over her life.

Eventually that fear drove her to nearly confess the truth about her "relationship" to Runningcreek. She planned to tell her one evening while the hunted together. It didn't work out as she'd hoped. The moment Runningcreek spotted the rogue she attacked, still rash despite her mature age. Honeypuddle couldn't react immediately, too stunned. What could she do? Attack Antilles? Even if things were tense between them she still somehow hoped that he did harbor feelings for her- that he'd try to back out of the fight. Attack her kin? She could never hurt Runningcreek. Do nothing? She was too slow to prevent the rogue's jaws from sinking deep into Runningcreek's foreleg. It was with that terrible wound that she made up her mind. Honeypuddle was ruthless when she ran into the fight to protect her mentor and Antilles was just as ruthless with his words and claws. In the end she drove him off but not before he left his own mark on her gentle face as well as her heart. Too frightened to move Runningcreek, she lay next to her. A patrol found them the next morning and helped them back to camp. It was too late. Infection had already begun spreading into Runningcreek's wounds and within a week, she passed. Some moons later the body of the rogue was also found, having succumbed to similar complications. Honeypuddle was shaken by the blood on her paws. Antilles's blood. It took nearly a moon of recovery, physically and emotionally, for the molly to get back on her feet. Even now her strength flags under the weight of the guilt for both their deaths.

Kin:

Mother: Sweetsplash (deceased at 65 moons, brown tabby she-cat)

Father: Reedwalker (71 moons, white tom)

(All half-siblings) Siblings: Riverfoot (61 moons, brown tabby tom), Minnowleap (61 moons, brown/ginger torbie she-cat), Runningcreek (died at 67 moons, torbie she-cat, deceased), Wetbelly (75 moons, brown tabby tom, deceased), Brindlefin (75 moons, brown tabby tom)

Mate: N/A

Kits: N/A

Extra:

+ Likes/ - Dislikes

+Silence

+Sunbathing

+Long walks

+Using her knowledge and observation skill to aid the clan
+Kits

-Misinformation/ignorance

-Fighting and other such loud, tense situations

-Being ignored on the rare occasion she chooses to speak

-Losing (secretly a bit competitive)

Fun Facts

-FILLER

Heart Chart!

RP Tracker!