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Description
Basics--
Name: Plover
Name history:
Ploverkit//Ploverpaw//Ploverwing // Plover
Name meaning:
Plover: referring to the brown seabird sometimes found at the edges of the island.
(formerly) wing: for his thin frame and faked flighty attitude
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Pronouns:
he/him
Age: 38 moons

Physical information
Brief description: A small, dark red-brown tom with shining green eyes and a small, self-assured smirk. He has large ears for his size, but they do not take away from his more elegant build, consisting of long legs and a short, sleek coat.
Breed: 80% Havana Brown | 20% Moggie
Pelt: Dark, dusky brown with a hint of warm red. It is short, with a sleek softness to it.
Eyes: Green, with a hint of yellow. While they shine, they are not particularly bright.
Nose/Pawpads: Brown. Almost the exact same color as his fur.
Height: He's literally tiny.
Weight: He's short and skinny so quite below average.

Ability Statistics
| Battle Statistics |
1/10 :: Strength
7/10 :: Speed
2/10 :: Attack
8/10 :: Tactics
4/10 :: Endurance
2/10 :: Defense
9/10 :: Charisma

| Build |
Light :: oooooooooo :: Heavy
Skinny :: oooooooooo :: Muscular

| Fur |
Thin :: oooooooooo :: Thick
Dry :: oooooooooo :: Glossy
Short :: oooooooooo :: Long

| Natural Senses |
5/10 :: Sight
10/10 :: Hearing
4/10 :: Feeling/Touch
5/10 :: Scenting
5/10 :: Tasting

| Knowledge Skills |
0/10 :: Kitting and Kitcare
3/10 :: Den Building
0/10 :: Herb Knowledge
0/10 :: Fishing Tactics
5/10 :: Hunting Tactics
4/10 :: Battle Tactics
1/10 :: Compassion

| Other Skills |
4/10 :: Swimming
0/10 :: Grip (doesn't slip as easily on muddy/watery/etc surfaces)
0/10 :: Tree Climbing
2/10 :: Leaping
4/10 :: Night Vision
6/10 :: Rabbit Chasing
6/10 :: Leading
7/10 :: Tracking

Belief in The Lost: 75/100 ("If they don't exist, where is Lion..?")
Loyalty to their clan: 0/100 ("You were useless. Goodbye, Hawkclan. I wish you nothing good.")

Personality
Positive
+ (intelligent)
(Plover has a good head on his shoulders and the capacity to learn much.)
+ (adaptable)
(He can adapt very easy to new situations, contorting his personality to fit the expectations of the situation/cat in question.)
+ (intuitive/perceptive)
(Plover knows when he's reaching the edge of what he can without punishment and carefully treads that line.)
Neutral
= (extroverted)
(He enjoys being near others.)
= (charming)
(Plover has a way with words, coming off much more pleasant than he actually is.)
= (confident)
(He puts faith in his abilities without hesitation.)
Negative
- (manipulative)
(Plover finds it easy to convince cats to do things they might not necessarily do without his influence.)
- (cold-blooded)
(He enjoys the suffering of others, taking a peculiar joy in it.)
- (arrogant)
(Plover believes himself to be the best, and considers everyone else his pawns.)
Hidden
- (vengeful)
(If you have wronged him, he will come back, and he shall never forgive.)

Relationship Information
Sexual Orientation: Asexual (Note that he does experience a bit of attraction, but so little that it falls under Asexual)
Gender Preference: Any
Activity: Very little, if any (If so, not much is serious)
Likes: Cats with as much intelligence as himself, someone with the same views
Dislikes: Lower intelligence, to optimistic of viewpoints
Crush: ---
Mate: --
Former partner(s): Lion (unofficially togetherish)
Offspring:
First litter:
Second litter:
Third litter:

Family Information
Mother: Aldertooth
Father: Beetlejaw
Sibling(s): Curlewpaw, Cedarpaw, Carppaw
Other relations:

Education
Mentor: Not a clanner
Student(s): No longer a clanner
Learning Ability: He picks things up quickly when he actually shows up to learn.

History
Kit:
Ploverpaw was born the weakest and youngest in a litter of four. The runt. His parents expected his death, and never grew too attached. His siblings teased him, or ignored him. No one in his family particularly liked the small brown tom. So he listened to the elders, and the cats. He learned how to speak well, and learned more than most kits his age. When his siblings teased him, he turned their insults around. He grew to enjoy the look of shock and embarrasment on their maws when he did so. He grew confident, and then arrogant, so sure of his charm and his quick tongue. He had reason to be. But despite it, the cats he manipulated and hurt grew to dislike him, avoiding him, so he guessed he had to be more subtle. They still avoided him, but he slowly gained back their trust. And six moons after the manipulative little runt came into the world, it was time for him to be apprentices.

Student:
Apprenticed to multiple cats of little importance, he had been learning, though maybe not in the traditional way. He slips off when he doesn't feel like learning, instead chatting where he knows his mentor won't find him and hopping around camp to avoid their gaze. After a moon of that, we've come to the present, where he is currently trying to insert himself back into the family, if only to cause a little trouble. That went nowhere, as he would soon learn, and abandoned the notion for something... more enticing. Hazelmoon gave birth to a litter of three, and as the serpent he was, he quickly set himself up to meet one of the kits-- one by the name of Lionkit. He was surprised by the kit's intelligence, and despite his motives of power and prestige through the kit, he found his pawn becoming his friend, growing even closer in the short moons they were both students. Then, Ploverpaw was ready to graduate, albeit after being held back.

Warrior/Healer:
He was given the name Ploverwing for his small frame and his staged, 'flighty' personality, spending most of his time conspiring with Lionpaw, who was now heir, or sleeping. A rather useless warrior, this period was simply a time for he and Lionpaw to grow ever closer, before Foxclan brutally attacked Hawkclan, with Ploverwing getting into a fight with one of the warriors. With his small size, he was quickly bowled over and sat on, before getting his leg ripped into after struggling back up. Hawkclan won the savage battle, felling Foxclan's leader forever. With aching ribs and a bloodied leg, Ploverwing noticed Lionpaw's disappearance. He was unable to search due to his injuries, and when he awoke, Lionpaw was safely returned. Soon after, Lionpaw got himself blinded in some arrogant folly, his heirship revoked, and Ploverwing's respect plummeting. They got into a large spat, and did not speak for a moon while Lionpaw was confined, before one night Lionpaw confessed his feelings for Ploverwing (which were romantic), before fleeing the clan. Ploverwing pledged to follow him come leaf-bare's end. And that he did, fleeing in a storm.

Wanderer:
Lion and Plover wandered peacefully for a few moons, coming across one of Lion's friends, an Adderclan by the name of Privetclaw, though Plover never quite warmed up to him. The toms eventually worked out their feelings for each other, both certain they felt something, though Plover quietly told Lion that he wasn't sure his breed of love was what he thought it was, and they went along with their lives, close as partners but never quite that. The moons passed with a few incidents, mostly Lion wandering off. Then, one day, oh-so suddenly, Lion died of an infected wound, leaving the small tom just like that. He shut himself from all, his anger festering in silence and keeping his friendliest of expressions towards anyone else. He buried Lion, coming by the grave every day in a haze until some stupid molly trampled it. They fought with words, pelt bristled against the night, until in the height of Plover's anger, some owl came and snatched the molly, carrying her off to her doom and leaving Plover with his crazed, hidden grief.

RelationshipsPlover's Relationships

Roleplay Information
Preferred Roleplay Locations: Discord, Notes
Activity Status: Quite high.
Delays: School, Assorted occurences
Roleplay Limits: Nothing sexual, please.
Roleplay Example:
From a discord role-play consisting of Campionshadow, Paleowl, Dreadclaw, and Bramblegaze

Campionshadow snorted. Actually snorted "Runts? Your the one who got passed over," she rasped, a scalding, sharp tone in her voice. She took a bit of the rabbit, teeth crunching on the bone sharply, accenting her rude words. She flicked her tail, muzzle still somehow expressionless. She continued on with her grooming, easing matts from her sharp-looking fur. She flicked an ear, and continued on with her day, pointedly the frightened stares of some of the younger apprentices.

Description
Basics--
Name: Plover
Name history:
Ploverkit//Ploverpaw//Ploverwing // Plover
Name meaning:
Plover: referring to the brown seabird sometimes found at the edges of the island.
(formerly) wing: for his thin frame and faked flighty attitude
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Pronouns:
he/him
Age: 38 moons

Physical information
Brief description: A small, dark red-brown tom with shining green eyes and a small, self-assured smirk. He has large ears for his size, but they do not take away from his more elegant build, consisting of long legs and a short, sleek coat.
Breed: 80% Havana Brown | 20% Moggie
Pelt: Dark, dusky brown with a hint of warm red. It is short, with a sleek softness to it.
Eyes: Green, with a hint of yellow. While they shine, they are not particularly bright.
Nose/Pawpads: Brown. Almost the exact same color as his fur.
Height: He's literally tiny.
Weight: He's short and skinny so quite below average.

Ability Statistics
| Battle Statistics |
1/10 :: Strength
7/10 :: Speed
2/10 :: Attack
8/10 :: Tactics
4/10 :: Endurance
2/10 :: Defense
9/10 :: Charisma

| Build |
Light :: oooooooooo :: Heavy
Skinny :: oooooooooo :: Muscular

| Fur |
Thin :: oooooooooo :: Thick
Dry :: oooooooooo :: Glossy
Short :: oooooooooo :: Long

| Natural Senses |
5/10 :: Sight
10/10 :: Hearing
4/10 :: Feeling/Touch
5/10 :: Scenting
5/10 :: Tasting

| Knowledge Skills |
0/10 :: Kitting and Kitcare
3/10 :: Den Building
0/10 :: Herb Knowledge
0/10 :: Fishing Tactics
5/10 :: Hunting Tactics
4/10 :: Battle Tactics
1/10 :: Compassion

| Other Skills |
4/10 :: Swimming
0/10 :: Grip (doesn't slip as easily on muddy/watery/etc surfaces)
0/10 :: Tree Climbing
2/10 :: Leaping
4/10 :: Night Vision
6/10 :: Rabbit Chasing
6/10 :: Leading
7/10 :: Tracking

Belief in The Lost: 75/100 ("If they don't exist, where is Lion..?")
Loyalty to their clan: 0/100 ("You were useless. Goodbye, Hawkclan. I wish you nothing good.")

Personality
Positive
+ (intelligent)
(Plover has a good head on his shoulders and the capacity to learn much.)
+ (adaptable)
(He can adapt very easy to new situations, contorting his personality to fit the expectations of the situation/cat in question.)
+ (intuitive/perceptive)
(Plover knows when he's reaching the edge of what he can without punishment and carefully treads that line.)
Neutral
= (extroverted)
(He enjoys being near others.)
= (charming)
(Plover has a way with words, coming off much more pleasant than he actually is.)
= (confident)
(He puts faith in his abilities without hesitation.)
Negative
- (manipulative)
(Plover finds it easy to convince cats to do things they might not necessarily do without his influence.)
- (cold-blooded)
(He enjoys the suffering of others, taking a peculiar joy in it.)
- (arrogant)
(Plover believes himself to be the best, and considers everyone else his pawns.)
Hidden
- (vengeful)
(If you have wronged him, he will come back, and he shall never forgive.)

Relationship Information
Sexual Orientation: Asexual (Note that he does experience a bit of attraction, but so little that it falls under Asexual)
Gender Preference: Any
Activity: Very little, if any (If so, not much is serious)
Likes: Cats with as much intelligence as himself, someone with the same views
Dislikes: Lower intelligence, to optimistic of viewpoints
Crush: ---
Mate: --
Former partner(s): Lion (unofficially togetherish)
Offspring:
First litter:
Second litter:
Third litter:

Family Information
Mother: Aldertooth
Father: Beetlejaw
Sibling(s): Curlewpaw, Cedarpaw, Carppaw
Other relations:

Education
Mentor: Not a clanner
Student(s): No longer a clanner
Learning Ability: He picks things up quickly when he actually shows up to learn.

History
Kit:
Ploverpaw was born the weakest and youngest in a litter of four. The runt. His parents expected his death, and never grew too attached. His siblings teased him, or ignored him. No one in his family particularly liked the small brown tom. So he listened to the elders, and the cats. He learned how to speak well, and learned more than most kits his age. When his siblings teased him, he turned their insults around. He grew to enjoy the look of shock and embarrasment on their maws when he did so. He grew confident, and then arrogant, so sure of his charm and his quick tongue. He had reason to be. But despite it, the cats he manipulated and hurt grew to dislike him, avoiding him, so he guessed he had to be more subtle. They still avoided him, but he slowly gained back their trust. And six moons after the manipulative little runt came into the world, it was time for him to be apprentices.

Student:
Apprenticed to multiple cats of little importance, he had been learning, though maybe not in the traditional way. He slips off when he doesn't feel like learning, instead chatting where he knows his mentor won't find him and hopping around camp to avoid their gaze. After a moon of that, we've come to the present, where he is currently trying to insert himself back into the family, if only to cause a little trouble. That went nowhere, as he would soon learn, and abandoned the notion for something... more enticing. Hazelmoon gave birth to a litter of three, and as the serpent he was, he quickly set himself up to meet one of the kits-- one by the name of Lionkit. He was surprised by the kit's intelligence, and despite his motives of power and prestige through the kit, he found his pawn becoming his friend, growing even closer in the short moons they were both students. Then, Ploverpaw was ready to graduate, albeit after being held back.

Warrior/Healer:
He was given the name Ploverwing for his small frame and his staged, 'flighty' personality, spending most of his time conspiring with Lionpaw, who was now heir, or sleeping. A rather useless warrior, this period was simply a time for he and Lionpaw to grow ever closer, before Foxclan brutally attacked Hawkclan, with Ploverwing getting into a fight with one of the warriors. With his small size, he was quickly bowled over and sat on, before getting his leg ripped into after struggling back up. Hawkclan won the savage battle, felling Foxclan's leader forever. With aching ribs and a bloodied leg, Ploverwing noticed Lionpaw's disappearance. He was unable to search due to his injuries, and when he awoke, Lionpaw was safely returned. Soon after, Lionpaw got himself blinded in some arrogant folly, his heirship revoked, and Ploverwing's respect plummeting. They got into a large spat, and did not speak for a moon while Lionpaw was confined, before one night Lionpaw confessed his feelings for Ploverwing (which were romantic), before fleeing the clan. Ploverwing pledged to follow him come leaf-bare's end. And that he did, fleeing in a storm.

Wanderer:
Lion and Plover wandered peacefully for a few moons, coming across one of Lion's friends, an Adderclan by the name of Privetclaw, though Plover never quite warmed up to him. The toms eventually worked out their feelings for each other, both certain they felt something, though Plover quietly told Lion that he wasn't sure his breed of love was what he thought it was, and they went along with their lives, close as partners but never quite that. The moons passed with a few incidents, mostly Lion wandering off. Then, one day, oh-so suddenly, Lion died of an infected wound, leaving the small tom just like that. He shut himself from all, his anger festering in silence and keeping his friendliest of expressions towards anyone else. He buried Lion, coming by the grave every day in a haze until some stupid molly trampled it. They fought with words, pelt bristled against the night, until in the height of Plover's anger, some owl came and snatched the molly, carrying her off to her doom and leaving Plover with his crazed, hidden grief.

RelationshipsPlover's Relationships

Roleplay Information
Preferred Roleplay Locations: Discord, Notes
Activity Status: Quite high.
Delays: School, Assorted occurences
Roleplay Limits: Nothing sexual, please.
Roleplay Example:
From a discord role-play consisting of Campionshadow, Paleowl, Dreadclaw, and Bramblegaze

Campionshadow snorted. Actually snorted "Runts? Your the one who got passed over," she rasped, a scalding, sharp tone in her voice. She took a bit of the rabbit, teeth crunching on the bone sharply, accenting her rude words. She flicked her tail, muzzle still somehow expressionless. She continued on with her grooming, easing matts from her sharp-looking fur. She flicked an ear, and continued on with her day, pointedly the frightened stares of some of the younger apprentices.