I. NAME
Fernstone
II. AGE
36 moons
III. GENDER & PRONOUNS
Genderfluid, so any pronouns, though I will most likely be using male ones(sorry if that throws you off >>")
IV. SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION
Pansexual and Panromantic
V. RANK
Warrior
VI. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Gray tabby tom with strong build, though he's kinda fluffy(medium length fur). Some whitish tufts on legs and underbelly. Grey green eyes.
VII. PERSONALITY
He's a very kind and likable cat- so basically, charismatic. Laid back and humble, most others get along well with him. Overall, he's just a pretty chill cat. He does have his drawbacks though, like not being very excitable or fun. His jokes are usually ones only he gets. His often carefree attitude causes him to make friends with cats in the other clan, which doesn't seem like a big deal but he sometimes wanders over the border...which may or may not be a mistake. He also does go hunting out on his own sometimes, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it can be when he's needed.
VIII. BACKGROUND
As a kit, Fernstone was always the one to follow along, letting Growlingecho or Lemmingfoot take the lead. He and his other sibling Waveboulder have always been close, sitting in the nest together when Growlingecho and Lemmingfoot were out play fighting. As an apprentice, he learned that he was actually a pretty good fighter, even though Growlingecho and Lemmingfoot had practiced for longer- he just had a natural skill and good build for it. He wasn't good at hunting though, because he tried hard to attack the prey as if it was an enemy. Thankfully, as he became a warrior and went out more to practice hunting, he improved, and now does decently.
IX. FAMILY & OTHER RELATIONS
(I didn't include it in Breezepaw's application because I hadn't thought of it then, but Fernstone is now Breezepaws Uncle/Aunt. Sorry for suddenly deciding this- I just thought it would be a nice idea, and it helped me build on Growlingecho's personality. This also makes Frostseed his mom- who is Breezepaw's grandmother)
Mother- Frostseed(now an elder)
Father- Rivernose(died in battle- not on Breezepaw's form)
Brother- Growlingecho
Brother- Waveboulder
Sister- Lemmingfoot
Niece- Breezepaw
Nephew- Lightningpaw
Nephew- Reedkit(deceased)
X. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
(I'm going to use the one from Breezepaw's application, if that's okay, because I plan on roleplaying in the same format as I will with her. But no, this isn't her application form)
Breezepaw flicked her tail, signaling to Lightningpaw that she’d spotted a seagull up ahead. Lightningpaw sprinted forward, eager to make the catch before his sister, but he wasn’t paying attention to the loud pound of his feet, which startled away the bird.
"You birdbrain! That would’ve been an easy catch if you hadn’t been stomping around so loud!"
Lightningpaw glared back, disbelievingly. “It probably heard you twitching about in the grass. I would’ve caught it if it hadn’t been for you.”
His retort angered her, but knowing that arguing won’t catch them any prey, Breezepaw turns around, and heads further into The Pines. “Come on! I think there’s more over here.”
After a while of seeing no birds, Breezepaw turns to ask Lightningpaw if they should go back to camp. Confusion and worry sets in as she realizes he’s not there.
"L-Lightningpaw?" she calls into the dark needle forest. When she gets no reply, she scampers to the nearest tree to see if he’s nearby.
Once up, she notices that a group of bushes on the ground a few tail lengths away rustling. Darting down the tree, she lunges for them. “Lightningpaw! That’s not funny-” she stops when realizing that her brother doesn’t have feathers, or a beak, or tiny beady eyes. This isn’t Lightningpaw…! She unsheathes her claws, trying to hold it down.
As her teeth sink into it’s neck, an excited squeal comes from behind her. “You caught one!” The familiarity of the voice makes her drop her prey and turn.
"Lightningpaw- where were you?" she asks, sharply.
"I went to go get Graypelt and Starkeye. I thought they might be able to help,"
The two mentors emerged from the shadow. “Nice job,” Starkeye purred, proud of their apprentice. “And all on your own. But last time I checked, that seagull wasn’t named Lightningpaw!”
Her ears drooped, embarrassed. “I- I know…”
Graypelt purred with amusement. “Well, Breezepaw, why don’t you pick it up and we’ll take it back to camp. I’m sure Softclaw and Growlingecho will be proud.”
___________________________
so yeah, that's my second cat. I can't wait to join!