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Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm

Wurzel is an everyday loner, he hunts, he sleeps, he drinks. But one day, he stumbles upon the clans. He becomes in awe with them; their code, their bonds, and their acceptance. He tries to meet clan cats, but they just chase him away. When he is out hunting on Skyclan's border, a patrol finds him. {Cat one} tries to chase him, climbing up a tall tree whilst doing so, {Cat one} corners him on a dead branch, about to push him off when the branch breaks of, in a desperate attempt to survive; he grabs {Cat one} by the scruff, barely managing to hurl them onto another, more stable branch. {Cat one} suffers from shock, and Wurzel is only 8 moons old, so they work tier to get down the tree trunk.

When they get down an older warrior, [Cat two} is impressed with Wurzel's bravery, and invites him to stay in the camp while they talk to Grousestar about joining, ((Note; The person playing [Cat two] does not have to RP this, as I have already talked to Dusk about it.)) He accepts, and Wurzel finds companionship as apprentice in Skyclan.


So, that's the plan, there are a few extra roles here, but the main roles are {Cat one} and [Cat two]. This is a cute simple plot, so don't worry hugely about it, but if you only do one-three liners, I won't accept you.

Roles::

{Cat one}

[Cat two]

((Other patrol cat's))

<Wurzel's Skyclan mentor!>

Form~

Name~
Role wanted~
Age~
Gender~
Personality~
Appearence~
Roleplay example~
Other~

Name~ Sagemist {char. page here. It needs to be updated a bit but sh}
Role wanted~ Wurzel's Skyclan Mentor
Age~ 32 Moons
Gender~ Male
Personality~ Sagemist is a tough cat with magnitude and strength. He is one of the best fighters in SkyClan, and he is proud of this. However, the tom is not very good with annoying kits. He is more of the quiet, strong type and only puts his trust into some cats. When it comes to flirting, the tom is extremely cheesy and normally makes she-cats cringe, although it can work. He never shows weakness, or at least tries not to. Sagemist prefers to keep to himself, and is a very stubborn tom, he is close-minded and once he thinks something is right he will do whatever it takes to show that. He dislikes any annoying cat, and ignores those who he thinks don't deserve his attention. The tom is gradually working on keeping his anger issues in control. He likes to be in charge of others, and follows commands.

Apart from his tough personality, a newer, more saddening attitude has began to show through his thick barriers nowadays. After the death of Sagemist's death, the tom has been somewhat lonesome, yet more predatory and easier to provoke. The male has come close to breaking out into fight in camp a few times. Although, the main reason behind his increase of aggression is because of how much he is hurt. With all but one of his offspring remaining alive, the tom is always trying to find ways to distract himself from his loss.

Appearance~ Sagemist is a large tom, with long hair. His paws are quite big, and he has dark-coloured paw pads. Sagemist's pelt is a rich black colour and he has no markings at all. his chest has a slight brown tint to it, although it makes him seem more mysterious and menacing. The tom's optics are of a grass-green colour, flecked with gold and they show a lighter colour in bright lights. His whiskers are a silvery colour, whilst his ears and nose are the darkest parts of the tom's lithe bodice. Adding to his distinct appearance, the male has three identical scratches across the bridge of his nose and a single scar upon his shoulder.

Roleplay example~

Jackdaw lay by the entrance of the so-called 'clan camp'. His face was a mixture of emotions, the majority that of confusion and jealousy. He was rather perplexed at the goings-on around the place. Cats were running around like headless pigeons, with yelling and yowling drowning out any other noise. Another side of him, however, was quite jealous. Jealous of the fact that he was gaining no attention at all. Yes, there may have been more important things going on, but to him, he should've at least been queried by a few of them.

His almond-shaped optics were glazing over the foliage and debris that scattered across the forest-floor, with velvet-like auditors flinching and swivelling atop of his refined skull. He was feeling everything but enthusiastic at this moment, dully surveying his surroundings. Soft humming noises drifted out from his throat, going along a smooth tune that he'd been taught by Ziggy. There were, of course, words to the tune, however it would've been almost impossible to both hum ad sing-along. So he simply hummed to the beat. Thickly-lashed orbs fluttering closed, the young tom gave up with the melody, and simply listened to birds' voices reverberating off of hollow tree-trunks and boulders. He let out a distant sigh, flank twitching as his lungs filled up to maximum capacity on the inhale back.

It was times like this that he remembered how beautiful nature really was.
Other~ Wurzel is a great name tbh x