[wip.] sing it like you mean it, woah.

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MUDPAW.
"such a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful lie to believe in."

Age

six moons.

Gender

she-cat.

Clan

riverclan.

Rank

apprentice.

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Exterior.

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Summary

A pelt darker then the devil's soul and a attitude sweeter then an angel's song. Fur is an important part of a cat, as it keeps the muscles and such contained in a manageable position inside the body, and not pushed forth. A cat's fur is often one of it's most treasured artifacts, as it portays an often clear image of how well a cat will take care of his or herself, and their clan. This apprentice, though sometimes with dirty paws, keeps a neat and clean appearance overall. The gleaming black fur is kept in tip-top shape, the short hairs arranged to lie neat and flat against her lithe shape. Hardly ever seen unless she's been swimming are white patches that envelope all four paws. Along her belly lies a a thick white streak, spanning to just below her chest and all the way down to almost the end of her stomach. On her chest resides a large white patch that expands to the side of both cheeks, rising to coat her chin, and then a spike that falls just below that. The last memorable factor appears in the middle of her pate, leaing a thin stripe that lies only an inch long, starting from the bridge of her nose and ending up right between the eyes. Eyes are also considered windows to the soul, and they are quite reliable in this case. A warm, rich brown color floods them, sprinkled with a lighter, smoldering hue of a golden brown.

Pelt

A pelt darker then the devil's soul and a attitude sweeter then an angel's song. Fur is an important part of a cat, as it keeps the muscles and such contained in a manageable position inside the body, and not pushed forth. A cat's fur is often one of it's most treasured artifacts, as it portays an often clear image of how well a cat will take care of his or herself, and their clan. This apprentice, though sometimes with dirty paws, keeps a neat and clean appearance overall. The gleaming black fur is kept in tip-top shape, the short hairs arranged to lie neat and flat against her lithe shape. Hardly ever seen unless she's been swimming are white patches that envelope all four paws. Along her belly lies a a thick white streak, spanning to just below her chest and all the way down to almost the end of her stomach. On her chest resides a large white patch that expands to the side of both cheeks, rising to coat her chin, and then a spike that falls just below that. The last memorable factor appears in the middle of her pate, leaing a thin stripe that lies only an inch long, starting from the bridge of her nose and ending up right between the eyes.

Eye

Eyes are also considered windows to the soul, and they are quite reliable in this case. A warm, rich brown color floods them, sprinkled with a lighter, smoldering hue of a golden brown.

Body

Thin, petite, fairly muscular, slightly smaller than average for a cat of her age.

Special

a thin, jagged scar runs across the bottom of her left fore paw.

Interior.

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Summary

Toms and queens, the new arrival is sure to please. Just step right up, give her a quick glance over, as nothing is worse then being scared as a mouse. Pleasantries are for no need, since she is quite friendly and ecstatic to be meeting your aquaintence. Ever so willing to play, she's up for anything which requires an immense amount of energy. However, if you feel in the need to just sit and talk, it's fine also. Don't point out the negative things since she will definately take it to heart, even from a stranger. She is one that looks at things with 'the pond half full' type of deal. Whenever she gets angry she becomes silent and brooding with a tail that twitches erraticaly. However she rarely becomes angry, only when two or more cats or clans are being trivial or causing senseless carnage. Adoration for peace between all clans causes her to remain in such a cheerful state nearly her full lifespan so far. Although she does plan on being Deputy, and therefore an idealistic leader, most of her propoganda would be based upon fiction and dreams other than reality. Dreams and wishful thoughts of the future tend to mix together in a swirling blend of a non-fictious dream, which confuses her sometimes upon which part is reality and what's not. All in all she is good-natured, and loyal to those she is arround and what she believes is truly right and will do anything in her power to maintain that, even though others can sidetrack her with hardly a twitch of an ear. The one thing you can always count on though is her amazing listening skills, and that nothing you ever say will ever go in one ear and out the other.

Positive

Friendly, energetic, positive, loyal, sweet, caring, playful, helpful, imaginitive, likes friends, likes peace, cheerful, bold, charming, spontaneous, curious, dependable, flexible, sincere, eager, lively, humorous, motivational, driven, dedicated.

Negative

loud, can be too energetic, gullible, emotional, takes negative commments seriously, too forgiving, has a hard time abandoning friends, easily talked into doing things, lacks focus, easily bored, doesn't like to punish others, doesn't take criticism all that well, doesn't like conflict, unrealistic, pays attention to others' needs before her own.

Likes and Dislikes

likes !

• friends.
  
• laughing.
  
• having fun.
  
• being on patrol duty.
  
• hunting.
  
• listening to stories from the elders.
  
• eating.
  
• racing other cats.
  
• peace.
  
• swimming.
  
• mud.
  

dislikes !

• war.
  
• violence.
  
• blood.
  
• disputes.
  
• dogs.
  
• two-legs.
  
• monsters.
  
• famine or sickness.
  
• cats who are rude.
  
• skunks and porcupines.
  

History.

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Story

HISTORY PARAGRAPH

Birth

hey, hey, hey, we're all gonna die

We all get our time to shine, and we all get thrown on the line. Sometimes however, fate throws them both in a jumble of both remorse and passion, pain and pleasure. Such was the case on one of those fine, starry nights where the reeze was just cool enough to wick away the sweat but slight enough to keep the chill factor from reaching through the thick furs of the scattered cats. In a scraggly old bush lay a howling queen, delivering her first batch of kits. It was obvious by her ragged appearance that she was worn out, and delivering kits was no easy task. However, it evidently had to be done, and she had been a warrior through and through, so refused to let her first litter down. It took less than an hour before she lay on her side, rounded belly heaving with the amount of effort it had taken. After only a few minutes of licking each kit they all began to move around, pressing weak paws into the soft tissue of her midsection to work on pumping out milk for their nutrition. It was only a litter of five, which wasn't the most their clan had had before, but it would definately do. One kit in particular had a way of romping about, even before she could walk. She was a slight little thing, though an average sized kit. She had been the fourth one out and was always leaving her fellow brothers and sister behind to go play in the mud near the river. Another cat was always sent to track her down, often setting frights into the hearts of all the older cats due to the fact that she was young, and played right next to a river. However, everytime, she showed up with more mud on her then what was on the ground. A name came to her mothers mind: Mudkit. She was then called as such, and still lives true to it. Her mother lived for several moons later, though died due to a vicious dog attack as she was hunting.

Dreams

She wants to have all the clans to cooperate and be able to live without fear of war. She wants there to be no fear of lying, and not to have any issues from cat to cat. A goal of hers is to possibly become a Deputy, and perhaps leader, but fears she would be a bad leader.

Other.

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Codeword

MANDATORY

Author's note

hope you like it. :] sorry for taking foreverrrrr.

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