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December 12, 2019: Uploaded application
December 13, 2019: Edited History and Family, added nicknames

Basic information

Name: Reedsong
• Prefix - Reed | For the red coloration of his pelt
• Suffix - Song | For his carefree and lighthearted attitude when among Clanmates
• Previous names - Reedkit, Reedpaw
Nicknames: Reedy, Tickpaw(s)

Age: 18 Moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Maine Coon Mix
Clan: Scorchclan

Rank: Warrior
Mentor(s):
Ripplegaze | Alive | Scorchclan | bNPC
Current Apprentice:
N/A
Previous Apprentice(s):
N/A

Religious Beliefs: ★★★☆☆
"I have to believe I can meet my family, up there in the stars, when I die. I have to."

Physical Information

Fur Statistics:
● ● ● ○ ○ ➟ Rough
● ○ ○ ○ ○ ➟ Dry
● ● ○ ○ ○ ➟ Smooth
● ● ● ● ● ➟ Soft

Short | ● ● ● ● ○ | Long

Brief Description: a red tabby male with long fur and yellow eyes
Unique Features: a thick ruff of white fur around his neck

Body Type: Most of his size and bulk is just thick fur; underneath is a strong but average build, although his shoulders are broad, perfect for climbing the cliffs he calls home. He constantly grooms his fur, as the texture is prone to tangling and matting, especially with debris. His legs are proportionally a bit short, as is his muzzle, hinting at a purebred background.
Scars:
● . . .

Height
• Inches: 13 in
• Centimeters: 33 cm

Battle Statistics:
Health Points ➟ [ 18 of 18 ]
Strength ➟ [ 4 of 5 ]
Defense ➟ [ 2 of 5 ]
Agility ➟ [ 3 of 6 ]
Speed ➟ [ 2 of 5 ]

Total Battle Stats: 11 points (HP is not included in this number)

Daily Statistics
Healing ➟ [ 0 of 4 ]
Tracking ➟ [ 1 of 10 ]

Total Daily Stats: 1 points

Personality

Frisky | Impetuous | Stubborn | Amicable | Rigid | Competitive

Among his clanmates, Reedsong is quick to flirt with anybody who shows some interest in him. However, he does his best to refrain from overstepping the line; he truly cares for his Clan and he doesn't want to hurt the cats within it despite his playful nature. He doesn't like to deliberate on a decision, which usually means he picks "yes" and figures out the rest later. Sometimes it works in his favor, but just as often it means he comes out looking foolish. Along these lines, when he makes up his mind, he doesn't like to change it. Whatever his decision is, he doesn't hold back in following through with it, whether that's in battle or in befriending a cat. When a situation permits, Reedsong is actually quite friendly. He enjoys sharing tongues and warming in the sunlight with Clanmates, and he often encourages those he sits with to share their problems to see if he can help in any way. Often, his only help is an ear to yell into or a shoulder to cry on, but he knows that even just that helps others feel a little better. He probably would befriend his Clan's outsiders if he didn't brace the foundations of his morals strictly on the warrior code. His judgement of those who break the code is harsh, because he believes being too flexible would slowly disintegrate the code, leaving them lawless and unorganized. He often eagerly takes up others on bets and challenges, although he won't go too far with them, and he even makes some up himself. Usually, they're either "who can catch more prey," or "who can climb higher" with other young warriors. Im short, he never got past the apprentice-level dares.

Family

Mother
Juniperheart | Deceased | Scorchclan | bNPC
(Foster) Willowleap | Alive | Scorchclan | bNPC

Father
Hawthornpelt | Alive | Scorchclan | bNPC

Siblings

(Foster) Ashbreeze | Alive | Scorchclan | bNPC
(Foster) Heathergaze | Alive | Scorchclan | bNPC
(Foster) Tinderclaw | Alive | Scorchclan | bNPC

Offspring
N/A

Aunt
Honeyfleck | Missing | Scorchclan | bNPC

Sexuality

Relationship status: Single
Sexual orientation: Pansexual
Romantic orientation: Pansexual

Mate:
N/A
Previous partners / flings:
N/A

Looking For
• Lasting Relationship - ✔
• Quick Fling - ✔
• Kittens - ?

{✔}= Yes | {✘}= No | {?}= Unsure

History

|Prior to Birth|
-parents were young warriors in the great battle
-mother lost parents and siblings
-father lost all but a sister, including mentor
-his sister abandoned the clans during the power vaccumn and vanished

-mother died suddenly when he was a moon old

|Kitten|
As a young kit, Reedkit would spend some his time dreaming of a creamy she-cat and the taste of milk. More often, he would destroy and rebuild a small nest for himself, if he didn't feel like playing with the other kits. He knew that the queen in his dreams was not the cat raising him, although Willowleap was a great mother. Her kits, his siblings, were also good playmates and friends, but he never felt like his red fur belonged among their stormy greys and blacks. He was able to forget his strange feeling when he played mock battles with them, especially when his side stood victiorious at the end. When his father, Hawthornpelt, came around, they would share some prey while he regaled stories of cats Reedkit understood to be his family. The kit had never met any of them, but it was still exciting to hear their stories.
     When Reedkit was four moons old, Hawthornpelt finally explained that all but his mother, Juniperheart, and his aunt, Honeyfleck, had died in a war with Blizzardclan. He learned that his aunt had disappeared, and he saw the grief on his father's face before he told stories of battling to the death, battling for the pride of the Clan. Reedkit didn't understand why it could be a good thing. He came to one conclusion: it was Blizzardclan's fault he felt alone when surrounded by family, it was Blizzardclan's fault his dad made a face that made him feel an emptiness he couldn't make sense of, and it was Blizzardclan's fault he didn't know any of his kin.
     A tiny seed, a new feeling that both filled the holes and gnawed away at every fiber of his being, changed Reedkit's games. No longer was he standing proud and tall before hunched and defeated shadows. Now he was standing on Blizzardclan cats, making them bleed, making them feel the same hurt that stained his father's movements, the same hurt that filled his heart with emptiness. He'd only truly used his claws one time, after which he was promptly scolded and felt bad for hurting his brother. He tried to make it up by sharing the prey Hawthornpelt had brought, since it had become a special ritual for just the two of them.

Once, he'd declared to the sleeping nursery that tonight was the night, he was going to do it, and he marched away from his cozy nest to the cold entrance of the camp before Willowleap could wake up and stop him The guarding warriors stopped him, and when he insisted he was going to make those Blizzardclan cats pay for what they'd done, they'd laughed and carried him back to the nursery by the scruff, telling him he should wait to get sharper claws first. He'd sat in the nest with a huff, declaring maybe he wouldn't kill Blizzardclan cats, not just yet. Willowleap looked somber for a moment, then licked the top of his head and answered, "I sure hope not."

|Apprentice|
     Reedpaw's first day as an apprentice was almost a disaster. He was eager and full of energy, all of which channeled into a want to spar. He was so disappointed when they didn't start battle training that he considered sitting down and sulking, but he figured that, if he did, as a punishment they wouldn't start it until much later. It didn't stop him from trying to drag his paws for the rest of the day. His mentor, a very large and stout tom named Ripplegaze, brought him on a quick tour of the territory's border. Slowly, he forgot his disappointment, mostly because he was left with the choice of getting left behind or trotting to keep up and glimpse things he'd never seen before. In the days and moons after, he was always quick to take up his fellow apprentices on dares and challenges, even if he knew full well it would earn him tick duty if they got caught. Eventually, he wondered if his fur would ever be rid of the smell of mouse bile.
     He quickly adapted to the lectures and Ripplegaze's style of mentoring. Reedpaw had heard bits and pieces of the mysterious "warrior code" as a kit, so he was instantly enraptured by the in-depth lesson about the code. Immediately, he thought that every rule was ingenious and wondered how in the world he hadn't realized some of them already. Every word seemed to have a purpose, and he took the time to memorize them in their entirety, and was able to recite them in full a half-moon before his peers. For much of his apprenticeship, he felt a strange pride swell in his heart when he got an acknowledging nod, or verbal praise, when he applied the code correctly. Even with his fascination with the warrior code, his burning desire to learn to battle and physically better himself didn't dim.
     Nearing the end of his apprenticeship, he realized the core of the warrior code was compassion. The Clan was fed before he was, especially the elders, queens, and kits, meaning they all could stay strong. Any kit in danger was to be helped, no matter the Clan, as there was nothing more precious than the life that sprawled before their tiny, stumbling paws. To him, the warrior code means he should care for other cats like he cares for himself. After his enlightenment, his goal to make Blizzardclan pay seemed hollow. He still trained and learned with the same effort, but he lost the vigor of ambition, and he drifted for some time, unsure of what to look forward to. Despite this, he made it through his final assessments spectacularly.

|Warrior|
     Reedsong spent his vigil considering the stars and the fallen warriors who watched over the Clans from above. He thought about the kin his living body would never feel the warmth of, and the anger that had taken root in his heart bloomed. Then the warrior code spread its cooling energy over the rage, and he suddenly realized something. If Clan didn't care for Clan, then there would be no reason for the code. If Clan didn't care for Clan, there would only be a bunch of rogues and loners pretending to care about the other. For the first time in a while, and more completely than ever, he was lost. He stared up at the swirling pinpricks among the endless black, hoping for answers, for someone to tell him what to do, tell him what to think.
     When the edge of the black began to give way for the pale rosey colors of dawn, he realized nothing was going to tell him. He still envied those who had blood kin to curl up with, to groom, to talk to whenever, imagining that it had to feel different from fostered family. He still blamed Blizzardclan as a whole for the holes in his lineage. He decided that he didn't have to love Blizzardclan, or excuse and forgive their actions, as long as he remained within the code. He was still left without an ambition, but he convinced himself he'd be happy enough simply taking care of his Clan until he physically couldn't any longer.
     A few days later, on his first patrol as a warrior, they passed a Blizzardclan patrol. For the first time ever, he was able to actually focus on the polite conversation and not how deeply his claws sank into the dirt. He finally started to understand why such niceties, tense as they could be, were so important for keeping peace. He finally started to understand why the truce was so vital for the Clans' survival.
     Reedsong is still a young warrior, and he has a long way to grow. What the future holds for him and the Clans, only Starclan knows.

Relationships

N/A

Group

Availability: Mornings or briefly very late at night - I work noon-evening shifts
Timezone: Pacific Standard

Rating
• {✔} G
• {✔} PG-13
• {?} M (no NSFW)

✔= Yes | ✘= No | ?= Maybe

Roleplay Sample
Reedsong hunched low in the grass, trying to hide his white fur and simply look like a mound of red dirt. The bird hopped closer, inspecting the grass, and seemed to miss him. He tensed his muscles, ready to leap high into the sky. If he missed this, he would have to start his count all over again, and probably lose the bet.

Credits:
Application sheet by :userSeason-of-Change: admins
Written formatting by :userSeason-of-Change: admins
Character art by

Description

Updates

December 12, 2019: Uploaded application
December 13, 2019: Edited History and Family, added nicknames

Basic information

Name: Reedsong
• Prefix - Reed | For the red coloration of his pelt
• Suffix - Song | For his carefree and lighthearted attitude when among Clanmates
• Previous names - Reedkit, Reedpaw
Nicknames: Reedy, Tickpaw(s)

Age: 18 Moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Maine Coon Mix
Clan: Scorchclan

Rank: Warrior
Mentor(s):
Ripplegaze | Alive | Scorchclan | bNPC
Current Apprentice:
N/A
Previous Apprentice(s):
N/A

Religious Beliefs: ★★★☆☆
"I have to believe I can meet my family, up there in the stars, when I die. I have to."

Physical Information

Fur Statistics:
● ● ● ○ ○ ➟ Rough
● ○ ○ ○ ○ ➟ Dry
● ● ○ ○ ○ ➟ Smooth
● ● ● ● ● ➟ Soft

Short | ● ● ● ● ○ | Long

Brief Description: a red tabby male with long fur and yellow eyes
Unique Features: a thick ruff of white fur around his neck

Body Type: Most of his size and bulk is just thick fur; underneath is a strong but average build, although his shoulders are broad, perfect for climbing the cliffs he calls home. He constantly grooms his fur, as the texture is prone to tangling and matting, especially with debris. His legs are proportionally a bit short, as is his muzzle, hinting at a purebred background.
Scars:
● . . .

Height
• Inches: 13 in
• Centimeters: 33 cm

Battle Statistics:
Health Points ➟ [ 18 of 18 ]
Strength ➟ [ 4 of 5 ]
Defense ➟ [ 2 of 5 ]
Agility ➟ [ 3 of 6 ]
Speed ➟ [ 2 of 5 ]

Total Battle Stats: 11 points (HP is not included in this number)

Daily Statistics
Healing ➟ [ 0 of 4 ]
Tracking ➟ [ 1 of 10 ]

Total Daily Stats: 1 points

Personality

Frisky | Impetuous | Stubborn | Amicable | Rigid | Competitive

Among his clanmates, Reedsong is quick to flirt with anybody who shows some interest in him. However, he does his best to refrain from overstepping the line; he truly cares for his Clan and he doesn't want to hurt the cats within it despite his playful nature. He doesn't like to deliberate on a decision, which usually means he picks "yes" and figures out the rest later. Sometimes it works in his favor, but just as often it means he comes out looking foolish. Along these lines, when he makes up his mind, he doesn't like to change it. Whatever his decision is, he doesn't hold back in following through with it, whether that's in battle or in befriending a cat. When a situation permits, Reedsong is actually quite friendly. He enjoys sharing tongues and warming in the sunlight with Clanmates, and he often encourages those he sits with to share their problems to see if he can help in any way. Often, his only help is an ear to yell into or a shoulder to cry on, but he knows that even just that helps others feel a little better. He probably would befriend his Clan's outsiders if he didn't brace the foundations of his morals strictly on the warrior code. His judgement of those who break the code is harsh, because he believes being too flexible would slowly disintegrate the code, leaving them lawless and unorganized. He often eagerly takes up others on bets and challenges, although he won't go too far with them, and he even makes some up himself. Usually, they're either "who can catch more prey," or "who can climb higher" with other young warriors. Im short, he never got past the apprentice-level dares.

Family

Mother
Juniperheart | Deceased | Scorchclan | bNPC
(Foster) Willowleap | Alive | Scorchclan | bNPC

Father
Hawthornpelt | Alive | Scorchclan | bNPC

Siblings

(Foster) Ashbreeze | Alive | Scorchclan | bNPC
(Foster) Heathergaze | Alive | Scorchclan | bNPC
(Foster) Tinderclaw | Alive | Scorchclan | bNPC

Offspring
N/A

Aunt
Honeyfleck | Missing | Scorchclan | bNPC

Sexuality

Relationship status: Single
Sexual orientation: Pansexual
Romantic orientation: Pansexual

Mate:
N/A
Previous partners / flings:
N/A

Looking For
• Lasting Relationship - ✔
• Quick Fling - ✔
• Kittens - ?

{✔}= Yes | {✘}= No | {?}= Unsure

History

|Prior to Birth|
-parents were young warriors in the great battle
-mother lost parents and siblings
-father lost all but a sister, including mentor
-his sister abandoned the clans during the power vaccumn and vanished

-mother died suddenly when he was a moon old

|Kitten|
As a young kit, Reedkit would spend some his time dreaming of a creamy she-cat and the taste of milk. More often, he would destroy and rebuild a small nest for himself, if he didn't feel like playing with the other kits. He knew that the queen in his dreams was not the cat raising him, although Willowleap was a great mother. Her kits, his siblings, were also good playmates and friends, but he never felt like his red fur belonged among their stormy greys and blacks. He was able to forget his strange feeling when he played mock battles with them, especially when his side stood victiorious at the end. When his father, Hawthornpelt, came around, they would share some prey while he regaled stories of cats Reedkit understood to be his family. The kit had never met any of them, but it was still exciting to hear their stories.
     When Reedkit was four moons old, Hawthornpelt finally explained that all but his mother, Juniperheart, and his aunt, Honeyfleck, had died in a war with Blizzardclan. He learned that his aunt had disappeared, and he saw the grief on his father's face before he told stories of battling to the death, battling for the pride of the Clan. Reedkit didn't understand why it could be a good thing. He came to one conclusion: it was Blizzardclan's fault he felt alone when surrounded by family, it was Blizzardclan's fault his dad made a face that made him feel an emptiness he couldn't make sense of, and it was Blizzardclan's fault he didn't know any of his kin.
     A tiny seed, a new feeling that both filled the holes and gnawed away at every fiber of his being, changed Reedkit's games. No longer was he standing proud and tall before hunched and defeated shadows. Now he was standing on Blizzardclan cats, making them bleed, making them feel the same hurt that stained his father's movements, the same hurt that filled his heart with emptiness. He'd only truly used his claws one time, after which he was promptly scolded and felt bad for hurting his brother. He tried to make it up by sharing the prey Hawthornpelt had brought, since it had become a special ritual for just the two of them.

Once, he'd declared to the sleeping nursery that tonight was the night, he was going to do it, and he marched away from his cozy nest to the cold entrance of the camp before Willowleap could wake up and stop him The guarding warriors stopped him, and when he insisted he was going to make those Blizzardclan cats pay for what they'd done, they'd laughed and carried him back to the nursery by the scruff, telling him he should wait to get sharper claws first. He'd sat in the nest with a huff, declaring maybe he wouldn't kill Blizzardclan cats, not just yet. Willowleap looked somber for a moment, then licked the top of his head and answered, "I sure hope not."

|Apprentice|
     Reedpaw's first day as an apprentice was almost a disaster. He was eager and full of energy, all of which channeled into a want to spar. He was so disappointed when they didn't start battle training that he considered sitting down and sulking, but he figured that, if he did, as a punishment they wouldn't start it until much later. It didn't stop him from trying to drag his paws for the rest of the day. His mentor, a very large and stout tom named Ripplegaze, brought him on a quick tour of the territory's border. Slowly, he forgot his disappointment, mostly because he was left with the choice of getting left behind or trotting to keep up and glimpse things he'd never seen before. In the days and moons after, he was always quick to take up his fellow apprentices on dares and challenges, even if he knew full well it would earn him tick duty if they got caught. Eventually, he wondered if his fur would ever be rid of the smell of mouse bile.
     He quickly adapted to the lectures and Ripplegaze's style of mentoring. Reedpaw had heard bits and pieces of the mysterious "warrior code" as a kit, so he was instantly enraptured by the in-depth lesson about the code. Immediately, he thought that every rule was ingenious and wondered how in the world he hadn't realized some of them already. Every word seemed to have a purpose, and he took the time to memorize them in their entirety, and was able to recite them in full a half-moon before his peers. For much of his apprenticeship, he felt a strange pride swell in his heart when he got an acknowledging nod, or verbal praise, when he applied the code correctly. Even with his fascination with the warrior code, his burning desire to learn to battle and physically better himself didn't dim.
     Nearing the end of his apprenticeship, he realized the core of the warrior code was compassion. The Clan was fed before he was, especially the elders, queens, and kits, meaning they all could stay strong. Any kit in danger was to be helped, no matter the Clan, as there was nothing more precious than the life that sprawled before their tiny, stumbling paws. To him, the warrior code means he should care for other cats like he cares for himself. After his enlightenment, his goal to make Blizzardclan pay seemed hollow. He still trained and learned with the same effort, but he lost the vigor of ambition, and he drifted for some time, unsure of what to look forward to. Despite this, he made it through his final assessments spectacularly.

|Warrior|
     Reedsong spent his vigil considering the stars and the fallen warriors who watched over the Clans from above. He thought about the kin his living body would never feel the warmth of, and the anger that had taken root in his heart bloomed. Then the warrior code spread its cooling energy over the rage, and he suddenly realized something. If Clan didn't care for Clan, then there would be no reason for the code. If Clan didn't care for Clan, there would only be a bunch of rogues and loners pretending to care about the other. For the first time in a while, and more completely than ever, he was lost. He stared up at the swirling pinpricks among the endless black, hoping for answers, for someone to tell him what to do, tell him what to think.
     When the edge of the black began to give way for the pale rosey colors of dawn, he realized nothing was going to tell him. He still envied those who had blood kin to curl up with, to groom, to talk to whenever, imagining that it had to feel different from fostered family. He still blamed Blizzardclan as a whole for the holes in his lineage. He decided that he didn't have to love Blizzardclan, or excuse and forgive their actions, as long as he remained within the code. He was still left without an ambition, but he convinced himself he'd be happy enough simply taking care of his Clan until he physically couldn't any longer.
     A few days later, on his first patrol as a warrior, they passed a Blizzardclan patrol. For the first time ever, he was able to actually focus on the polite conversation and not how deeply his claws sank into the dirt. He finally started to understand why such niceties, tense as they could be, were so important for keeping peace. He finally started to understand why the truce was so vital for the Clans' survival.
     Reedsong is still a young warrior, and he has a long way to grow. What the future holds for him and the Clans, only Starclan knows.

Relationships

N/A

Group

Availability: Mornings or briefly very late at night - I work noon-evening shifts
Timezone: Pacific Standard

Rating
• {✔} G
• {✔} PG-13
• {?} M (no NSFW)

✔= Yes | ✘= No | ?= Maybe

Roleplay Sample
Reedsong hunched low in the grass, trying to hide his white fur and simply look like a mound of red dirt. The bird hopped closer, inspecting the grass, and seemed to miss him. He tensed his muscles, ready to leap high into the sky. If he missed this, he would have to start his count all over again, and probably lose the bet.

Credits:
Application sheet by :userSeason-of-Change: admins
Written formatting by :userSeason-of-Change: admins
Character art by