Bright's Chars!

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Basics

Current Name: Lightpaw
Other Names, if any: Brightkit (Past), Brightpaw (Past), Lightspot (Future)
Age (in moons): 9
Gender/Pronouns: Female (Trans, she/her)
Sexual Orientation: Demiromantic Bisexual
Creation Date: a while ago, unspecified

Residential Information

Current Affiliation/Clan: ThunderClan
Former Affiliation/Clan, if any: N/A
Rank: Apprentice
Former Rank(s), if any: Kit
Mentor(s):
Hollowedaster | @FlameQueen | He spikes her anxiety a bit, though she otherwise admires him.

Apprentice(s): Currently N/A

Interpersonal Connections

Father(s): Mottledcrow
Mother (s): Unknown queen
Sibling(s): Unknown
Offspring: Currently N/A

Best Friend(s): Open
Friend(s): Open
Neutral: Open
Acquaintance(s): Open
Enemies: Open

Crush: Open
Significant Other: Currently N/A
Love Interest/s:
Fallenpaw |RP'd by @Blissie Bliss | Thoughts TBD

Personality


Psychiatric Complications: Slight anxiety, denial of her own discernible neurodivergent-nature
Phobias: Dementophobia

Sociability: Constantly pushing herself to interact with others, despite her own internal anxiety regarding it
Outlook: As much as she loves her father, she is completely unwilling to allow explicit fears to dictate any of her courses of action
Responsibility: Average, a tad forgetful
Cleanliness: Average
Generosity: Willing to help others, so long as she believes it to be for a benevolent & just cause
Manners: Slightly below average; due to her outgoing nature, Lightpaw's voice has a tendency to inadvertently raise in volume during inappropriate instances. She is simultaneously prone to interrupting others during interactions that she truthfully has no part in.
Bravery: Despite the cowardice thoughts pervading her mind, Lightpaw is of the conviction that she will not allow herself to be crippled by anxiety, and thus is willing to throw herself into stressful, difficult, and oftentimes dangerous situations, if only to prove herself correct in that line of thought.
More Logical or More Emotional?: Emotional

Favorite Season: Newleaf
Favorite Food(s): Squirrel
Favorite Word: Friend
Favorite Sound: Rustling bushes

Greatest Hope: To be worthy of serving her clan
Greatest Strength: Her willingness to push herself forward
Greatest Weakness: The harbored anxiety that subconsciously inhibits her
Worst Nightmare: Becoming paralyzed by fear during an intense moment in which somebody needs her
Deepest Darkest Secret: Wishes that she had been raised by her mother as opposed to her father
Most Treasured Memory: Mottledcrow jovially playing with her as a kit

Image(s):

Apprentice Training Roleplays: 1

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Basics

{ Name } Almond
{ Previous Names } N/A
{ Future Names } Pineheart
{ Age } 18 Moons
{ Gender } Nonbinary, afab
{ Pronouns } They/Them
{ Sexuality } Panromantic Pansexual
{ Home } Twolegplace
{ Rank } Kittypet
{ Previous Ranks } N/A
{ Heritage } 100% Kittypet
{ Breed } Mixed breed

Education

{ Mentor } N/A
{ Former Mentor } N/A
{ Future Mentor } N/A
{ Apprentice } N/A
{ Former Apprentices } N/A
{ Future Apprentice } Open

Appearance

{ Coat Color(s) } Brownish-gray tabby
{ Fur Length } Medium
{ Fur Thickness } In a few layers, pretty coarse
{ Tail Length } Average
{ Height } Average, a tad short
{ Build } A bit chubby due to their kittypet background
{ Scars } None
{ Distinctive Features } Longer limbs in proportion to their body; gangly appearance
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Personality

Amicable | Affable | Talkative | Clever | Witty | Optimistic | Difficulty comprehending other cats' situations/problems | Hopeless Romantic


Relationships

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{ Best Friends }
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{ Friends }
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{ Nemesis }
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Family

{ Mother }
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{ Father }
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{ Sisters }
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{ Brothers }
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{ Nieces }
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{ Nephews }
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{ Mate }
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{ Sons }
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Extras

{ Physical Health } pretty active
{ Illness(es) } None
{ Phobia(s) } Developing
{ Phobia Reason(s) } N/A

{ Accent } American
{ Voice } Excitable, soothing
{ Theme Song } T.b.d
{ Creation Date } Feb. 18 2020

{ Type }
- Prefers kindness & felines that are generally in positive moods
- Outgoing; willing to meet them outside of the twolegplace
- Enjoys darker pelt colors, preferably solid & without pattern

{ Facts }
- They're baby
- Moreso a pacifist than anything else
- Generally kind & caring, if a bit aloof

{ Name Origin }
- Almond - Brownish-gray coat color
- Pine - The brownish pigment in their coat | Heart - Their joyous, compassionate nature

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Adopted from @CheetahPelt !

Current Name:Croweyes
Other Names, if any: Crowpaw, Crowkit
Age (in moons): 21
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: Demi-homoromantic asexual
Creation Date: February 23


Residential Information

Current Affiliation/Clan: WindClan
Former Affiliation/Clan, if any: None
Rank: Warrior
Mentor(s): Open
Apprentice(s): Open


Interpersonal Connections

Father(s): Open
Mother (s):Open
Sibling(s):
Offspring: Open
Best Friend(s): Open

Friend(s):
Whitesong | Rp'd by @CheetahPelt | Thoughts TBD
OPEN

Neutral: All of Windclan
Acquaintance(s): Open
Enemies: Open
Crush: Open
Significant Other: Open


Personality

Overview: Croweyes is a strange cat. Who is he? No one knows. He is mostly seen around the clearing, sitting, watching. He is welcome to any cat that comes to say hello, but he rarely gets anyone with the guts to talk to this unnerving tom. He is very charming, with a silver tongue and wit to use it. He has the wit and charm to become one of the most powerful cats in the clans, if he wanted. But he is content, waiting and listening. Anyone who comes close enough will quickly learn that Croweyes is basically a lore keeper for the clans. He can wind a story so captivating that even the warriors stop in their tracks to listen to his smooth voice. Where does he get the stories? No body knows. Some days he says he heard them from another cat, or a passing bird, even says a rabbit traded stories with him for it's life. His eyes don't tell anything either. Everybody asks, is he telling the truth? Who knows. Though I wouldn't worry, it's just old Croweyes.
Traits: Observant, Charming, Smooth, Intelligent, Unnverving, Quiet, Lazy, Content
Mental Age: 40
Psychiatric Complications: Maladaptive Day Dreamer
Phobias: Battle. You're hard-pressed to find this tomcat anywhere near the battlefield.
Sociability: 2/10 (Cats don't like talking to Croweyes, so he doesn't bother talking to them)
Outlook: 3/10 (His stories are much better then the real world)
Responsibility: 2/10 (It's much easier to stay in camp and tell stories then to do actual work)
Cleanliness: 7/10 (Even though he isn't responsible doesn't mean he doesn't keep up appearances)
Generosity: 4/10
Manners: 9/10 (He is gentlemanly, a very proper tom)
Bravery: 1/10 (No)
More Logical or More Emotional?: A mix of both, his stories cause him to be very emotional, but in his worldly life, he is very methodical.

Favorite Season: Summer, it's the best time to laze in the sun.
Favorite Food(s): Rabbit, good food makes good ideas.
Favorite Word: Fable
Favorite Sound: Bobcat screams out in the forests.
Greatest Hope: That he lives a long content life.
Greatest Strength: His charming wit.
Greatest Weakness: His cowardice.
Worst Nightmare: That he will die a painful death.
Deepest Darkest Secret: He killed a fellow apprentice when he went into a fit of rage.
Most Treasured Memory: Listening to stories in the elders den.
Quirk(s): He won't really respond right away when someone says something to him, but he will look at you.
Theme Song(s): Lullaby of Woe


Background

Place of Birth: Windclan Nursery
Date of Birth: Midwinter
Former rank(s): Apprentice, Kit
Beliefs: Starclan, Dark Forest, and a spattering of Ghosts.


Physical Traits

Breed(s): Russian Topaz
Fur Color(s): A rich black pelt
Fur Texture: Bristly but very fine
Fur Length: short
Markings: a white strip on the bridge of his nose, almost too thin to notice. His hind toes are also white.
Eye Color: Black Russian Topaz
Body Type/Structure: Long, tall and lean.
Height: Very toll
Weight: Very Light
Voice: His voice is very proper, like it would fit in a scholarly library. But it is also very reminicant of rocks rattling around in the a fall breeze.
Gait: Smooth and long, he slinks when he walks.
Scent: This tom has a peculiar smell. He smells of frozen prey.
Scars / Deformities: None
Diseases / Conditions: None