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11/28/15 Updated info and app art! <3
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Name: Bushkit | Bushpaw |Bushfire

Rank: Warrior

Clan: Stone Clan

Gender: Female
Age: Young Adult (15 moons)
Breed: American Short hair// Mix

Appearance-
Eyes: Orange/Ember/Fire
Ears: Long and thin with fluff popping out
Nose: Soft and pink
Fur Texture and Length: Soft and short
Whiskers: Small and white- often almost invisible
Height and Weight: Pretty short for her age, and very thin.
Fur Overview: White she-cat with ginger patches and tabby stripes. There is a very noticeable heart shaped marking right on her belly.

Personality: {Goofy} {Tomboy} {Lazy} {Compatible} {Daydreamer}
GOOFY- Bushfire is a total weirdo- always messing around making jokes and really stupid puns. She likes to annoy others and get rises out of you- the more reaction she gets the more she’ll aim to get you mad. Bushfire often is jumping around and rolling about like a kitten, a very playful trait about her.
TOMBOY- This sweetheart looks cute and girly but thats the last thing she is. If there is one thing on this planet that this she-cat loves, its getting dirty. She avoids hard work but she will go te extra mile to get down to the grits and in the mud. If she can avoid it- she does not like getting wet or taking a bath. Many complain about her because there will be leaves, burrs, and twigs stuck in her pelt after she goes to lay down in the dens.
LAZY- Oh goodness, Bushfire is a lazy ga’ll. She often gets scolded for being so aloof with her duties and avoiding them by running off on her own.
COMPATIBLE- Despite how she likes to be annoying, Bushfire is easy to get along with. She tries to get others to enjoy her company and befriend her, but more often then so she finds it to much of an effort to try. She always tries to find something about a character that she likes and enjoys and can relate too.
DAYDREAMER- Because of being adopted, she always is dreaming about the life she could be living if she hadn’t been found that one spring day. She often is found high in the trees trying to see as far as she can into the distance. As if she knows theres something farther away that she is looking for.

Backstory:
It’s unknown to anyone why they found the little lone kit that spring morning. A patrol was walking by and heard the cries of a kitten wailing for the warmth of her mother. They rescued her of course and took her to their clan, Stone Clan. To their amazement no one had come looking for her while they let her suckle from the queens in the nursery, Most of the clan was baffled at the thought of taking in this kit when she might belong to another clan, but as a moon went by, the clan accepted the fact that the kitten was here to stay and would only be proven helpful in the future- they hoped. Now was the problem of trying to get her parents. Most of the clan were busy enough with their own families and kits to take on another and often rejected being able to take the kit. It seemed like a long time before the kit would feel the warmth of a loving family. But it was a couple who offered to raise her after loosing most of their litter. Lambcall convinced her mate Swallowdive that they could take her in and named her Bushkit after a famous past member of the family who was also adopted named Thornbush who died generations before. Bushkit grew up with some adopted siblings who oddly didn’t make it to adult hood, and Bushkit was raised on her own with her adopted parents.
After half of a year, Bushkit was given the name Bushpaw and made an apprentice. She was excited to be in training but her aloof nature make it difficult to teach her. Bushpaw being how she is spends more time alone and hunting more than anything. Bushpaw's graduation test was a sectacular event. Most apprentices complain when they don't get promoted after a fight but rather by hunting, but Bushpaw had no problem with it. She loved hunting. She wasn't the best fighter but hunting was something she excelled in. On all those days by herself or with Mothpaw, she learned the strange method of baiting in prey. She studied prey and learned what drew in birds. Bushpaw would hide in the cover of bushes, in a tree, or behind large rocks and wait for prey to come to her. When they were busy eating then she would strike. She found this method to be her own special move. She often uses trees and hides in them in battle as well.

Bushpaw was named Bushfire for the flame colored pelt and eyes she had. She was named the same day as her best friend Mothwatcher. The two are pretty tight but Bushfire wishes to meet and become more involved with her own clan.

Family-
Adopted Mother: Lambcall
Adopted Father: Swallowdive
Bio Parents: Collide (Nimblestep and Palemoon)
Littermate: N/A
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A

Orientation: Pansexual | Panromantic
Crushes: None
Bf/Gf: None
Bff: Mothwatcher

Other:
-Loves mud!
-Always making really silly puns
-Head is always in the clouds
-Thinks bugs are interesting
- Climbs the highest of trees to try and look as far as she can into the distance.

Heart Chart: N/A

RP Tracker:

Other Memes: N/A

Roleplay example:
TAKEN FROM RP IN TGB
{Orange-Shadow//Drew//Fire Tribe Camp}
Rain fell from the sky over head as a small figure made its way over the land. The creature was small and fluffy. She had white long whiskers, and a stunning pelt that would remind one of a tiger. She had just passed her favorite place, not having been there in months now, the now adult Shadow Triber looked at the clearing, surrounded in willows and birch trees- a pretty waterfall at the end, its sight jerked at her heart strings. Drew knew today was the day. It had been a month or so since she broke it off with Akarui, the Pink-Orange-Fire and about two or three since she got into the fight with Ca-. She didn’t even want to think of his name. She let out a long sigh, knowing she was wrong, and that she needed to make things right.
She reached the Fire Tribe territory, keeping to the shadows and staying out of the sight of passing Fire Tribe cats. She hadn’t thought about how she was going to manage this, but all she knew was that she HAD to do it. She needed to apologize, to earn back the one cat that was there for her despite all her bull shit, one of the many cats she chased away, but the only one she really wanted back. She saw a passing group of cats, amongst them a red she-cat walked, Akarui… She felt horrible for breaking it off with the cat, but she needed to realize that who she had become was not who she needed or wanted to be. Tears tugged at her eyes, but she held them back, a battle with her own pride kept her heart aflame. She reached the camp now, and she prayed Caspian would be there. Drew gulped and walked straight into the camp.
As she suspected, everyone in the clearing glared and stared, what the hell was a Shadow Triber doing just walking in here like that? She kept her head high, and eyes open for Caspian. A few cats approached her telling her she wasn’t to be here, and that she needed to return home. She shook her head,”I need to see someone.” She told them. They looked questioning at her, unsure of the truth a Shadow Triber would tell, or if they were a lying type. Drew demanded now, ”I will not leave until I see-“ She stopped when she saw the copper American curl standing in the Fire Tribe crowd. ”Caspian…” She breathed, slipping by the cats, staring at the tom. She felt like her tongue was swollen now, and her stomach full of butterflies, and her paws made of jelly.”Cas..Caspian… I-I need to talk to you… Please.” She said out loud, her voice actually pretty soft, she was afraid he might not hear her being a few tail lengths away.

Description

11/28/15 Updated info and app art! <3
__________________

Name: Bushkit | Bushpaw |Bushfire

Rank: Warrior

Clan: Stone Clan

Gender: Female
Age: Young Adult (15 moons)
Breed: American Short hair// Mix

Appearance-
Eyes: Orange/Ember/Fire
Ears: Long and thin with fluff popping out
Nose: Soft and pink
Fur Texture and Length: Soft and short
Whiskers: Small and white- often almost invisible
Height and Weight: Pretty short for her age, and very thin.
Fur Overview: White she-cat with ginger patches and tabby stripes. There is a very noticeable heart shaped marking right on her belly.

Personality: {Goofy} {Tomboy} {Lazy} {Compatible} {Daydreamer}
GOOFY- Bushfire is a total weirdo- always messing around making jokes and really stupid puns. She likes to annoy others and get rises out of you- the more reaction she gets the more she’ll aim to get you mad. Bushfire often is jumping around and rolling about like a kitten, a very playful trait about her.
TOMBOY- This sweetheart looks cute and girly but thats the last thing she is. If there is one thing on this planet that this she-cat loves, its getting dirty. She avoids hard work but she will go te extra mile to get down to the grits and in the mud. If she can avoid it- she does not like getting wet or taking a bath. Many complain about her because there will be leaves, burrs, and twigs stuck in her pelt after she goes to lay down in the dens.
LAZY- Oh goodness, Bushfire is a lazy ga’ll. She often gets scolded for being so aloof with her duties and avoiding them by running off on her own.
COMPATIBLE- Despite how she likes to be annoying, Bushfire is easy to get along with. She tries to get others to enjoy her company and befriend her, but more often then so she finds it to much of an effort to try. She always tries to find something about a character that she likes and enjoys and can relate too.
DAYDREAMER- Because of being adopted, she always is dreaming about the life she could be living if she hadn’t been found that one spring day. She often is found high in the trees trying to see as far as she can into the distance. As if she knows theres something farther away that she is looking for.

Backstory:
It’s unknown to anyone why they found the little lone kit that spring morning. A patrol was walking by and heard the cries of a kitten wailing for the warmth of her mother. They rescued her of course and took her to their clan, Stone Clan. To their amazement no one had come looking for her while they let her suckle from the queens in the nursery, Most of the clan was baffled at the thought of taking in this kit when she might belong to another clan, but as a moon went by, the clan accepted the fact that the kitten was here to stay and would only be proven helpful in the future- they hoped. Now was the problem of trying to get her parents. Most of the clan were busy enough with their own families and kits to take on another and often rejected being able to take the kit. It seemed like a long time before the kit would feel the warmth of a loving family. But it was a couple who offered to raise her after loosing most of their litter. Lambcall convinced her mate Swallowdive that they could take her in and named her Bushkit after a famous past member of the family who was also adopted named Thornbush who died generations before. Bushkit grew up with some adopted siblings who oddly didn’t make it to adult hood, and Bushkit was raised on her own with her adopted parents.
After half of a year, Bushkit was given the name Bushpaw and made an apprentice. She was excited to be in training but her aloof nature make it difficult to teach her. Bushpaw being how she is spends more time alone and hunting more than anything. Bushpaw's graduation test was a sectacular event. Most apprentices complain when they don't get promoted after a fight but rather by hunting, but Bushpaw had no problem with it. She loved hunting. She wasn't the best fighter but hunting was something she excelled in. On all those days by herself or with Mothpaw, she learned the strange method of baiting in prey. She studied prey and learned what drew in birds. Bushpaw would hide in the cover of bushes, in a tree, or behind large rocks and wait for prey to come to her. When they were busy eating then she would strike. She found this method to be her own special move. She often uses trees and hides in them in battle as well.

Bushpaw was named Bushfire for the flame colored pelt and eyes she had. She was named the same day as her best friend Mothwatcher. The two are pretty tight but Bushfire wishes to meet and become more involved with her own clan.

Family-
Adopted Mother: Lambcall
Adopted Father: Swallowdive
Bio Parents: Collide (Nimblestep and Palemoon)
Littermate: N/A
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A

Orientation: Pansexual | Panromantic
Crushes: None
Bf/Gf: None
Bff: Mothwatcher

Other:
-Loves mud!
-Always making really silly puns
-Head is always in the clouds
-Thinks bugs are interesting
- Climbs the highest of trees to try and look as far as she can into the distance.

Heart Chart: N/A

RP Tracker:

Other Memes: N/A

Roleplay example:
TAKEN FROM RP IN TGB
{Orange-Shadow//Drew//Fire Tribe Camp}
Rain fell from the sky over head as a small figure made its way over the land. The creature was small and fluffy. She had white long whiskers, and a stunning pelt that would remind one of a tiger. She had just passed her favorite place, not having been there in months now, the now adult Shadow Triber looked at the clearing, surrounded in willows and birch trees- a pretty waterfall at the end, its sight jerked at her heart strings. Drew knew today was the day. It had been a month or so since she broke it off with Akarui, the Pink-Orange-Fire and about two or three since she got into the fight with Ca-. She didn’t even want to think of his name. She let out a long sigh, knowing she was wrong, and that she needed to make things right.
She reached the Fire Tribe territory, keeping to the shadows and staying out of the sight of passing Fire Tribe cats. She hadn’t thought about how she was going to manage this, but all she knew was that she HAD to do it. She needed to apologize, to earn back the one cat that was there for her despite all her bull shit, one of the many cats she chased away, but the only one she really wanted back. She saw a passing group of cats, amongst them a red she-cat walked, Akarui… She felt horrible for breaking it off with the cat, but she needed to realize that who she had become was not who she needed or wanted to be. Tears tugged at her eyes, but she held them back, a battle with her own pride kept her heart aflame. She reached the camp now, and she prayed Caspian would be there. Drew gulped and walked straight into the camp.
As she suspected, everyone in the clearing glared and stared, what the hell was a Shadow Triber doing just walking in here like that? She kept her head high, and eyes open for Caspian. A few cats approached her telling her she wasn’t to be here, and that she needed to return home. She shook her head,”I need to see someone.” She told them. They looked questioning at her, unsure of the truth a Shadow Triber would tell, or if they were a lying type. Drew demanded now, ”I will not leave until I see-“ She stopped when she saw the copper American curl standing in the Fire Tribe crowd. ”Caspian…” She breathed, slipping by the cats, staring at the tom. She felt like her tongue was swollen now, and her stomach full of butterflies, and her paws made of jelly.”Cas..Caspian… I-I need to talk to you… Please.” She said out loud, her voice actually pretty soft, she was afraid he might not hear her being a few tail lengths away.