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Description
General
Name:Rosekit Rosepaw Rosebriar
Nicknames: Rose
Breed: Mutt/mix
Age: 22 moons
Size: short(ish)
Build: Lean, has some muscles.
Clan: Streamclan
Rank: Medicine cat
Sexuality Info:
Orientation: Heterosexual |Straight
Looking For:
✖ Quick Fling
✔ Lasting Relationship
Preferences:
Large muscular toms
Kind toms
Green eyes
Personality: |Reliable|Hopeless romantic|Dainty|Soft-hearted|Friendly-Sweet|Headstrong|
Reliable: Rosebriar is a hard working Medicine cat. Ever since she became a medicine cat in the Clan, she swore to herself that she would never give up easily on anything, or anyone. She manages to get things done before a disaster hit and would never dare to be lazy. If the situation looks difficult, she would always ask someone else for help or seek her knowledge in Starclan. She is dedicated as any Medicine cat. Her personal goal is to care for each and every cat in her Clan, which of course is more a wish than a fact.
Hopeless romantic: Rosebriar is horrible when it comes to romance, despite the fact that she will completely devote herself to her attraction. She believes that love is love no matter what gender, and is always disheartened when she sees others getting abused because of this. She isn't a very practical cat when it comes down to romance, and often needs to be guided. She'll give roses to the one she admires, but she'll be too shy at first to admit it. She believes in passion, chivalry, and true love. She has loved sincerely at one point in her early apprentice life, discovered what love feels like, and couldn't understand why it was not returned in the same form. She is a dreamer, an idealist, and sincere.
Dainty: While Rosebriar can't express her words she's mastered her body language very nicely. You may often see her, tail tucked around her paws neatly, blue eyes shining, or a paw raised gracefully when she freezes in walking. Rosebriar doesn't even greatly notice it. She is in general a cat that prefers communicating with her body a lot more than her words. She can describe many things fairly easy with her movements that she could never ever talk about. Feelings are often expressed in mimic instead of saying it aloud. Much more often than having her tell you about what she thinks she'll just shift her weight or lower her eyes to make you see. She isn't completely aware of it but she starts learning how much power this hidden conversation has - often more than when she's actually talking.
Soft-hearted: Beside being constantly rejected on a regular basis, Rosebriar can be a very kind and passionate she-cat. Kits and elders are something very important to her, so are queens who need all help to stay healthy before giving birth. She likes to teach anyone something new, if the opportunity is given to her, and will not talk back to older warriors. If kindness is shown towards her, the concerned cat will give the same kindness back. She hates to lose the chance to gain a new friend, because she personally thinks that she is bad at making them, because of her timid and introverted nature. Additionally, she is very idealistic. She thinks that laying down clan rivalries is usually needed to keep anyone from killing each other and wishes for every cat to be well fed, even her enemies, which she would never admit out-loud.
Friendly-Sweet: Rosebriar is a really sweet cat, she loves to help out whenever she is needed and where-ever, she is always willing. She has a sweet appearance to her, with a cute innocent smile to pair with that. Even her voice sounds sweet, but which also holds some authority to it. Being sweet is just her nature. Rosebriar loves to talk, you will find that out about her, she likes to just stay up ad talk until she falls asleep, however, she isn’t stuck up, she doesn’t talk about herself unless called upon to, she prefers to listen to the other cat, and find out more information about them. Rosebriar is such a little socialite she is more than happy to talk about anything whenever, some subjects, naturally are more sensitive like others such as her family and her past so she does try to avoid conversations about them but she doesn’t really hold back if she is asked a question about them, especially if it is a good friend who is asking. Rosebriar, due to many bullying issues doesn’t have any friends, as she doesn’t want to bring them down with her.
Headstrong: Rosebriar is very headstrong thanks to her father Nettlesplash. She butts heads with the other warriors, sometimes getting into fights, no matter the issue. Sometimes she comes off snobbish and bratty but once you get to know her, Rosebriar is actually really, kind, and gentle. (Maybe even a tad bit lonely.)
Despite Rosebriar being a young cat, but she works harder then most known medicine cats, sometimes to the point where her paw pads bleed. She refuses to watch cats she cares deeply about die.
Brief History |Kithood|Apprentice|Medicine Cat|
Kithood: Rosebriar was born to a pair that many Clan cats frown upon, she was born to Daisypetal of Willowclan and Nettlesplash of Streamclan. Daisypetal was a cream and white-she cat with green eyes. She was sadly however Daisypetal was blind. Nettlesplash, a snow shoe tom, and was one of the toughest warriors in Streamclan, but he had a soft spot for the blind she-cat and his children. Together they had a small litter of only 5 kits Rosekit, Laurelkit, Monarchkit, Mothkit, and Thistlekit. Rosekit grew well the past three moons with her siblings and loved to play with them. She was known to wine when her brother and sisters would play to rough with her. But Rosekit grew out of this sooner or later. Rosekit was never the fighting type which soon proved to have later when she was made an apprentice. Her parents were always around to take care of her and her siblings. Her father was still a little harsh with his words but he was truly the type who hid his real emotions deep inside. Rosekit soon found this out when she realized how he tried his hardest to take care of the five of them. But it wasn't long after, her father Nettlesplash got sick and had to be moved into the medicine cat's den. Try as she might, she did all she could for her him getting him water, or fresh-kill. Even spending every night in his nest while occupying the medicine cats den. But one night, as she woke up to the medicine cat nudging him gently, Rosekit noticed Nettlesplash did not respond. He had gone and joined Starclan
Apprentice: A moon after her father's death, Rosekit was given her apprentice name Rosepaw and mentor who did not like her as well as she wished. When training Rosepaw was known for falling and tripping over almost anything. When she was to do a simple dash move, she'd fall dead on her face in the dirt. Her mentor was known as Viperstrike, the meanest and toughest mentor. She had a hard time practicing battles with other apprentices due to her small size. She was often mistaken as a kit. Everyday she'd visit the Medicine cat den and help sort the herbs or pick some herbs for the Medicine cat. Viperstrike was furious and banned her from every visiting the medicine cat. She was heartbroken. After about a moon she made her mind up and walked up to the medicine cat and asked to become the medicine cat apprentice. They agreed and made her medicine cat apprentice. She felt like the happiest cat ever. Time flew quickly and she soon got her full name, Rosebriar. A few moons after she got her full name, the medicine cat suddenly died. She was heartbroken, but knew she had to take the position as medicine cat. She was scared, but she had to face her fears.
Medicine Cat: Now, a full medicine cat with no mentor, and at only 2 years old, Rosebriar was completely alone. Her brother and sisters were now full warriors. Now that they were stronger and older. (will add more as her life is rp'd out)
Relationships:
= acquaintance
= buddy
= friend
= good friend
= best friend
= attraction
= crushing
= more then crushing
= love
= family
= dislike
= serious problem with
Character l Rank l Thoughts
HeatherClan
N/A
WillowClan
N/A
StoneClan
N/A
StreamClan
N/A
Tribe of Nobodies
N/A
StarClan
N/A
Rp Sample: Taken from
RP Sample: A cold breeze chilled her to the bone, despite the long fur that covered her lean frame. Briarlily shivered, trying to bury herself deeper into her nest. Normally it would be comfortably warm in the Warrior’s den, but with everyone already out on their morning duties, the calico and white she-cat couldn’t seem to relax. This defeats the purpose of sleeping…She can’t get a heartbeat of rest! Giving up ruefully, the feline sat upright with a long yawn, still reluctant to step outside into the cool brisk morning. But the prospect of sitting here and doing nothing was even more mortifying to her, and with that thought she found the willpower to leave the horrid warmth her nest had provided her with. The wind was even worse outside of the den, but she wasn’t going to let anyone else know that! She held her head high, blaming the teeth-chattering chill on Shadowclan's location. The frigged winds blew over the open, and this morning didn’t seem to contain its usual uplifted feel. That might’ve had something to do with how the camp was partially deserted. Briarlily frowned pointedly, her furry ear flicking in irritance; everyone was already out doing stuff, and nobody had woken her! Well, the fact that she was always kicking and waking up in the middle of the night might’ve had something to do with it… she needed as much rest as she could get. She doubted the other Warriors were too fond of being near her though because of it, and she quickly pushed the thought of nightmares from her mind. The greatest warrior of all the clans can’t dwell over stuff that happens when they’re sleeping! Trotting out of camp, she decided she’d try to get some hunting done so she wouldn’t be upstaged by any of the other Warriors or apprentices. Wherever she was going, she didn’t really pay much mind. Surely the Clan would be proud when she came back with lots of prey, and without even getting breakfast for herself! Yes, surely she was a noble Warrior. The thought brought a smile to her maw, and she continued out into the thicket of trees in Shadowclan’s territory with her tail raised and her eyes sharp.
Base (c) ~Agavny
Name:
Nicknames: Rose
Breed: Mutt/mix
Age: 22 moons
Size: short(ish)
Build: Lean, has some muscles.
Clan: Streamclan
Rank: Medicine cat
Sexuality Info:
Orientation: Heterosexual |Straight
Looking For:
✖ Quick Fling
✔ Lasting Relationship
Preferences:
Large muscular toms
Kind toms
Green eyes
Personality: |Reliable|Hopeless romantic|Dainty|Soft-hearted|Friendly-Sweet|Headstrong|
Reliable: Rosebriar is a hard working Medicine cat. Ever since she became a medicine cat in the Clan, she swore to herself that she would never give up easily on anything, or anyone. She manages to get things done before a disaster hit and would never dare to be lazy. If the situation looks difficult, she would always ask someone else for help or seek her knowledge in Starclan. She is dedicated as any Medicine cat. Her personal goal is to care for each and every cat in her Clan, which of course is more a wish than a fact.
Hopeless romantic: Rosebriar is horrible when it comes to romance, despite the fact that she will completely devote herself to her attraction. She believes that love is love no matter what gender, and is always disheartened when she sees others getting abused because of this. She isn't a very practical cat when it comes down to romance, and often needs to be guided. She'll give roses to the one she admires, but she'll be too shy at first to admit it. She believes in passion, chivalry, and true love. She has loved sincerely at one point in her early apprentice life, discovered what love feels like, and couldn't understand why it was not returned in the same form. She is a dreamer, an idealist, and sincere.
Dainty: While Rosebriar can't express her words she's mastered her body language very nicely. You may often see her, tail tucked around her paws neatly, blue eyes shining, or a paw raised gracefully when she freezes in walking. Rosebriar doesn't even greatly notice it. She is in general a cat that prefers communicating with her body a lot more than her words. She can describe many things fairly easy with her movements that she could never ever talk about. Feelings are often expressed in mimic instead of saying it aloud. Much more often than having her tell you about what she thinks she'll just shift her weight or lower her eyes to make you see. She isn't completely aware of it but she starts learning how much power this hidden conversation has - often more than when she's actually talking.
Soft-hearted: Beside being constantly rejected on a regular basis, Rosebriar can be a very kind and passionate she-cat. Kits and elders are something very important to her, so are queens who need all help to stay healthy before giving birth. She likes to teach anyone something new, if the opportunity is given to her, and will not talk back to older warriors. If kindness is shown towards her, the concerned cat will give the same kindness back. She hates to lose the chance to gain a new friend, because she personally thinks that she is bad at making them, because of her timid and introverted nature. Additionally, she is very idealistic. She thinks that laying down clan rivalries is usually needed to keep anyone from killing each other and wishes for every cat to be well fed, even her enemies, which she would never admit out-loud.
Friendly-Sweet: Rosebriar is a really sweet cat, she loves to help out whenever she is needed and where-ever, she is always willing. She has a sweet appearance to her, with a cute innocent smile to pair with that. Even her voice sounds sweet, but which also holds some authority to it. Being sweet is just her nature. Rosebriar loves to talk, you will find that out about her, she likes to just stay up ad talk until she falls asleep, however, she isn’t stuck up, she doesn’t talk about herself unless called upon to, she prefers to listen to the other cat, and find out more information about them. Rosebriar is such a little socialite she is more than happy to talk about anything whenever, some subjects, naturally are more sensitive like others such as her family and her past so she does try to avoid conversations about them but she doesn’t really hold back if she is asked a question about them, especially if it is a good friend who is asking. Rosebriar, due to many bullying issues doesn’t have any friends, as she doesn’t want to bring them down with her.
Headstrong: Rosebriar is very headstrong thanks to her father Nettlesplash. She butts heads with the other warriors, sometimes getting into fights, no matter the issue. Sometimes she comes off snobbish and bratty but once you get to know her, Rosebriar is actually really, kind, and gentle. (Maybe even a tad bit lonely.)
Despite Rosebriar being a young cat, but she works harder then most known medicine cats, sometimes to the point where her paw pads bleed. She refuses to watch cats she cares deeply about die.
Brief History |Kithood|Apprentice|Medicine Cat|
Kithood: Rosebriar was born to a pair that many Clan cats frown upon, she was born to Daisypetal of Willowclan and Nettlesplash of Streamclan. Daisypetal was a cream and white-she cat with green eyes. She was sadly however Daisypetal was blind. Nettlesplash, a snow shoe tom, and was one of the toughest warriors in Streamclan, but he had a soft spot for the blind she-cat and his children. Together they had a small litter of only 5 kits Rosekit, Laurelkit, Monarchkit, Mothkit, and Thistlekit. Rosekit grew well the past three moons with her siblings and loved to play with them. She was known to wine when her brother and sisters would play to rough with her. But Rosekit grew out of this sooner or later. Rosekit was never the fighting type which soon proved to have later when she was made an apprentice. Her parents were always around to take care of her and her siblings. Her father was still a little harsh with his words but he was truly the type who hid his real emotions deep inside. Rosekit soon found this out when she realized how he tried his hardest to take care of the five of them. But it wasn't long after, her father Nettlesplash got sick and had to be moved into the medicine cat's den. Try as she might, she did all she could for her him getting him water, or fresh-kill. Even spending every night in his nest while occupying the medicine cats den. But one night, as she woke up to the medicine cat nudging him gently, Rosekit noticed Nettlesplash did not respond. He had gone and joined Starclan
Apprentice: A moon after her father's death, Rosekit was given her apprentice name Rosepaw and mentor who did not like her as well as she wished. When training Rosepaw was known for falling and tripping over almost anything. When she was to do a simple dash move, she'd fall dead on her face in the dirt. Her mentor was known as Viperstrike, the meanest and toughest mentor. She had a hard time practicing battles with other apprentices due to her small size. She was often mistaken as a kit. Everyday she'd visit the Medicine cat den and help sort the herbs or pick some herbs for the Medicine cat. Viperstrike was furious and banned her from every visiting the medicine cat. She was heartbroken. After about a moon she made her mind up and walked up to the medicine cat and asked to become the medicine cat apprentice. They agreed and made her medicine cat apprentice. She felt like the happiest cat ever. Time flew quickly and she soon got her full name, Rosebriar. A few moons after she got her full name, the medicine cat suddenly died. She was heartbroken, but knew she had to take the position as medicine cat. She was scared, but she had to face her fears.
Medicine Cat: Now, a full medicine cat with no mentor, and at only 2 years old, Rosebriar was completely alone. Her brother and sisters were now full warriors. Now that they were stronger and older. (will add more as her life is rp'd out)
Relationships:
= acquaintance = buddy = friend = good friend = best friend = attraction= crushing= more then crushing= love= family= dislike= serious problem withCharacter l Rank l ThoughtsHeatherClan
N/A
WillowClan
N/A
StoneClan
N/A
StreamClan
N/A
Tribe of Nobodies
N/A
StarClan
N/A
Rp Sample: Taken from
RP Sample: A cold breeze chilled her to the bone, despite the long fur that covered her lean frame. Briarlily shivered, trying to bury herself deeper into her nest. Normally it would be comfortably warm in the Warrior’s den, but with everyone already out on their morning duties, the calico and white she-cat couldn’t seem to relax. This defeats the purpose of sleeping…She can’t get a heartbeat of rest! Giving up ruefully, the feline sat upright with a long yawn, still reluctant to step outside into the cool brisk morning. But the prospect of sitting here and doing nothing was even more mortifying to her, and with that thought she found the willpower to leave the horrid warmth her nest had provided her with. The wind was even worse outside of the den, but she wasn’t going to let anyone else know that! She held her head high, blaming the teeth-chattering chill on Shadowclan's location. The frigged winds blew over the open, and this morning didn’t seem to contain its usual uplifted feel. That might’ve had something to do with how the camp was partially deserted. Briarlily frowned pointedly, her furry ear flicking in irritance; everyone was already out doing stuff, and nobody had woken her! Well, the fact that she was always kicking and waking up in the middle of the night might’ve had something to do with it… she needed as much rest as she could get. She doubted the other Warriors were too fond of being near her though because of it, and she quickly pushed the thought of nightmares from her mind. The greatest warrior of all the clans can’t dwell over stuff that happens when they’re sleeping! Trotting out of camp, she decided she’d try to get some hunting done so she wouldn’t be upstaged by any of the other Warriors or apprentices. Wherever she was going, she didn’t really pay much mind. Surely the Clan would be proud when she came back with lots of prey, and without even getting breakfast for herself! Yes, surely she was a noble Warrior. The thought brought a smile to her maw, and she continued out into the thicket of trees in Shadowclan’s territory with her tail raised and her eyes sharp.Base (c) ~Agavny
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