Raccoonpaw

[princess]

Racoonpaw

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No one cat can make this choice for you
Deep inside, you know you know what is right, and you must follow your heart
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) :Racoonkit/paw
( SEX ) : Tom
( AGE ) : 9 moons
( CLAN ) : Windclan
( Rank ) : apprentice

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You speak from your heart, young Firepaw
This will make you a stronger warrior one day
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) :Learning battle moves
Patrols
Stealing from the twoleg farm
Fighting cats bigger than him (if he can get one)
Exploring
( DISLIKES ) : Cleaning elders dens
Being stuck in camp
Listening to the deputy and leader all the time (they don’t know everything)
The medicine cat
The warrior code
( STRENGTHS ) : Surprisingly strong
Too stuborn to give up
Wants to prove himself so will fight harder to be better
( WEAKNESSES ) : Fairly slow and weak on endurance
A poor hunter at best
Not exactly kind hearted when it comes to serving the clan
( FEAR ) : Being nothing more than a warrior his whole life
( PET PEEVES ) : Annoying kits
Cats who complain about things then do nothing to fix it
Cats who worry more about the borders than other things (like . . . The abundance of food that might be on the other side . . .)
( PERSONALITY ) : Raccoonpaw is very sneaky, like the animal he is named for. He is always prowling around silently, causing trouble and such. He enjoys the thrill of risking punishment for being out of camp. Even when he is punished and confined he sees it as a challenge and finds ways to escape anyway. But his sneaking around in the shadows has given birth to a habit of stealing from whatever he happens to run into.

While he is not the best the fighter he is still a pretty bulky Windclan cat. He likes a good fight with his littermates and when they play he always insists he is the leader of Tigerclan. Anyone who says otherwise have to fight to protect their ears. His mother has scolded him plenty of times, telling him not to use his claws against his clanmates, but he really doesn’t like listening. While he has only one scar of his own some of the other kits have a lot.

Even as a clanborn cat he doesn’t really like listening to the warrior code very much. He understands it, but doesn’t see the point. Who cares if the warrior code says ‘don’t steal from other territories.’ If the other territories wanted their prey protected they would defend their borders better wouldn’t they? And if they did that it would only mean a better game for the little mischievous thief. Why should we thank Starclan for food? They didn’t give it to them. What was the point of staying up for a whole night after being a warrior, and needing an apprentice before becoming deputy? And how come the word of the leader is the warrior code? They’re not right all the time. Even though he is fiercely loyal to his clan, and probably fight for it until his death, he still doesn’t understand everything.

Because of Raccoonpaw’s father’s rejection of his kits he is determined to make him proud. The best way to do that is to become clan leader. This ambition burns in him even as a young kit. He wants to be leader more than anything and he’s not sure how far he’s willing to go to become one.

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You're still beautiful to me
You always will be.
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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(FUR): Raccoonpaw has little resemblance of his mother having not a shred of orange in his dark pelt. His grey fur is medium length and for the most part it is grey. The only exception is that he has black rings around his fluffy tail and a black mask across his eyes like the ring-tailed raccoons he was named for. His stubbornness has earned him a few fights in the nursery. Some even with claws unsheathed. He’s left his mark on more than one of the kits and is always being punished for it. He has only earned one mark, a scratch that tore through one of his ears. He hates the thing, but he always treats it like a battle scar when he’s talking to other cats..
( EYES ) : soft amber eyes
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Of his brothers and sisters he is the first born and the biggest and his paws are massive. His father and mother were both bulky for Windclan cats and the trait was passed down to their eldest. To some he may seam a bit round at first, but trust that that is nothing more than underdeveloped muscle. His claws are longer than the other kits his age and he takes pride in them..

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Join you? Join you?
After everything you've done? I'd rather die!
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) : Autumpetal - Mother, Falcontail - Father.
( LITTERMATES ) : Darkkit, an almost pure black she-cat with dark brown patches and a lighter chest named by their father
Barkkit, a lighter brown tom,
Ravenkit, the runt of the litter as a solid black she-cat,
Pantherkit, an almost black tom with completely black spots like a black leopard.
( OTHERS ) : none
( HISTORY ) : The last few seasons were good ones and prey was plenty on the moorlands. It was in such a Leaf-fall that Falcontail and Autumleaf became mates. She had his kits and he continued being a warrior. The kits didn’t even know who their father was for a long while, he never came to see them. In reality, Falcontail had found companionship in Autumpetal, but had no intention of raising his kits. Raccoonpaw was the first of the litter to open his eyes and use his ability of silence to sneak out of the nursery. No one would forget the way his mother yowled with terror believing her kit had been gone. But he was found sleeping in the warriors den as if he was one of them. That time was the first time Falcontail actually did anything with him, and all it was was a good yelling at, but he did not stop his habit, sometimes making it out of the camp and found near the thunderpath, stalking a buzzard feasting on Thunderpath crowfood. Falcontail chastised him again. Autumleaf even went to Tallstar and asked for warriors to guard the nursery to keep him in, but the offer was turned down. But when a newly made warrior sat vigil one night asked specifically to watch for him he still escaped and was found near the twoleg farm. He had stolen a few mice from the loner that lived there and carried his prize by their tails proudly. His father was not as angry this time, said he was at least feeding the clan, but that didn’t make it right to steal, and then the yelling continued. But Raccoonpaw would swear to this day that there was pride somewhere in his father’s eyes that time. Raccoonpaw wasn’t sure he liked his father, but he told himself it was only because his father was not proud of him yet. When he was older he’d be clan leader, then his father would be proud.

After six moons he was made an apprentice, finally named Raccoonpaw. He was always ready to start a battle training session, but still a bit weak at hunting, especially with rabbits. His father was a bit upset at the poor way he handled taking down a rabbit, cornering it against a few rocks and clawing it until it was dead rather than pinning it down and biting it's neck. But if he did that then it might have gotten away and there was no way he would have caught up. At least he had gotten the food for the clan. Once he returned to the farm and watched as the black and white loner that lived there stalked a particulary fat sparrow. Quickly Raccoonpaw attacked. The loner was strong, but not trained to fight and sofened by kindness not wanting to seriously hurt a cat as young. Raccoonpaw took the sparrow home and told his father he had caught it, basking in praise for the very first time. This might be the way to win in this world and one day become leader.

(REASON):Raccoonpaw was origionally made for a different site, but I decided to use it here to make a kind of 'darker' cat and get some kind of ball rolling on this site.

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If it is alright, I wish to be known as Crowfeather
I wish to keep alive the memory of... of the cat who did not return
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) : Princess( AGE ) :?? . . . not sure if I have one of those
( EXPERIENCE ) : five years or so
( CONTACT INFO ) : PM
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( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

He was too good at this. His amber eyes blinked as he looked around the other sleeping cats. A she-cat rolled over in her sleep. She didn’t hear him though, no one did. Of the tangle of littermates piled around him only Pantherpaw stirred, rolling onto Ravenpaw who squealed, waking some of the others. Raccoonpaw had already fallen to the ground, his eyes closed, as he listened to the others mumbling and grumbling until it stopped and then stood again, creeping his way outside.

The moon was not bright tonight, it hid its face behind a thick cloud that promised rain in the morning. Most of Starclan was covered as well, but a few specks of light showed every now and again. Even his feline eyes struggled to catch light that he could see by in this darkness. Not like it mattered, he didn’t know where he was going anyway, so why did he need it? He ran with the heavy wind, his breath heavy and his pace fairly slow, he didn’t want his scent trailing back to camp so easily. But ahead a light caught his eyes, so he wanted to head that way anyway.

What stretched before him was some kind of tree, massive and square with holes in it. Inside he heard some sort of bear growling in his sleep. He bounded towards the tree, marveling at its size. It had to be, like, a hundred times the size of the Windclan camp! He had heard about one of these things, they were called twoleg nests, this was the farm. The wind changed direction and the scent of cat came. Quickly he bounded over to a row of tightly packed, thin, and flat trees and squeezed under. But curiosity wouldn’t let him leave just yet. He peeked under the trees, watching the a cat he didn’t recognize coming his way.

“Isn’t it a bit late to be hunting?” Thought out loud to itself, “Maybe, but I want to do it anyway. If it’s going to rain tomorrow I want to be out as much as I can now.” This wasn’t clan cats, of that he knew, but they weren’t a danger to the clan either, it seemed. They just stayed on their little farm. he must be loner that lived here. “Silly things don’t know how to stay in their holes at night anyway, not like they do in the forest.” He burried his prey and headed off to catch more.

When they were a good distance away Raccoonpaw bounded forward and unburied the mouse, then took it back to his hiding place where he buried it again. He had never seen a mouse so plump before. What? Did the twolegs feed it to make it fat? He spent the rest of the day stalking those two loners and taking what they buried and taking them to his own hiding place. four mice he stole that night.

When the first rays of sun started to rise and the rough sound of a dog’s bark startled him he began to look at leaving. He had heard stories about how dogs could tear apart a warrior and didn’t want to stick around. Who knows what it could do to an apprentice with little training? He looked at his catch, it was too big for him to carry even one in his tiny jaws. Maybe he should just eat one then take the rest, it would be easier taking three. But after he had gulped it down he was still faced with the same problem. He couldn’t possibly eat another. Finally he resolved to carry them all at once by their tails, even if they were heavy and it hurt.

Dawn was coming. He would start heading home and then it would be time for Falcontail to yell at him again.

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( SECRET ANSWER ) : Right now . . . . Not sure . . . Tron Legacy maybe

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Traitors and kittypets!
Is there no decent cat left in this Clan?
• the credits • the credits • the credits •
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this application was made by Sunbolt of Warriors Of Dragonclan (a site not yet finished . . . ).
don't steal or she'll come to you in the middle of the night and
tear you apart with her army of rabid werewolves. all quotes from the amazing series of Warriors. go read them!
fill it out completely (except for the places you don't have to) or you'll get nowhere. oh, and please, don't forget: have fun! that is, after
all, what roleplaying is really all about in the long run. <3

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[princess]

Accepted since everyone said it was ok