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Name Morselpaw
Age:7 moons
Gender: male
Personality:bouncy, bubbly, extroverted, open, curious, sensitive, morning-cat, excited, gracious loser, detailed, gregarious, optimistic
where do you want this character to go: I'd like him to grow in the belief not everything is amazing, not to become a complete pessimist or a realist, I want him to be of help and be able to grow closer to his clan, with a feeling of true purpose.
Plot idea: #1- Agaveheart could possible grow closer to the apprentice when he wanders into territory and puts himself in danger by a stray rouge, having the mindset of wanting to do something nice for Agaveheart, ex- finding a herb he had seen around the den.
Roleplay example:
Morselpaws small body was curled up in his nest, his eyes blinking as sunlight filtered into the den. The small male jumped up, running into the clearing which still had the faint smell of rouge lingering in the worst possible spots. Morselpaw sat, staring at a butterfly flapping over him. He jumped towards, about to smack it down when he stopped.
I can't hurt that poor creature! It has a life, and baby butterflies to leave behind! He instead fell to the ground and continued to watch it, one it flapped out of sight he found himself zoning out on a tree. He thought about his younger kit-hood, having his petite body snuggled against his mother, his tiny paws pressing against her belly. He remembered the last time he suckled, then his conversion to fresh prey. That's when his mind fell across the death of his mother and he felt his eyes well up, he didnt bother to control his sniffles or the tears that streamed his cheek. He thought of every cat he could, the leader flashed his minds, and the medicine cat, his friends and his mother, his father and kin. Oh how he loved them.
Concern crossed the toms face usually smiling face, though he cheeks were wet from crying but he stopped. "My life is perfectly fine, and I cant cry, I'm becoming a big cat!" He told himself. His head spun, and he stood and paced, watching the grass go by and counting the times he paced. He wanted to help everyone, to feel important to people, he knew his kin loved him. What would he do with out them? He paced faster.
"Morselpaw, is everything alright?" The deep warriors words startled the small tom, making him jumped and turn.
"F-foamstalk!" He sniffled and look up at the dark warrior.
"I.. I was just thinking about our mother." The apprentice looked at his paws shamefully. The dark warrior sighed, sitting and brushing the apprentices back with his tail.
"It's okay, she is in Starclan now." He purred gently. The apprentice remembered how he used to find Starclan being an old queens tale, that they used like the dark forest to scare their kits, but he knew now it was very much real. Foamstalk started to groom his younger kin, who didn’t debate.
”Foamstalk, do you think I’ll see her again?” Morselpaws eyes were filled with curiosity and hope.
”As long as you follow the warrior code, you will see her again.” The tom gave his kin a last lick before walking off.
Morselpaw stood and padded off, his tail waving. He sat in his nest then curled up, slowly drifting off to sleep; as he did he told himself -
Everything is okay.. Everything..
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