_{[ 01 / 08 / 15 ] New App Art in celebration of his Graduation! Several things were added to his Written Information.
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_{NAME ............ Nettlepaw}

_{Nettle: for the spikey appearance of his belly-fur and snaggletooth
Paw: the standard suffix for all apprentices}

<sub>PAST NAMES .... Nettlekit
GENDER .......... Male

RANK .............. Apprentice
MENTOR ........... Turtle
APPRENTICE .... N/A</sub>

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<sub>BRIEF DESCRIPTION ... A dusty-brown tabby tom with a copper strike and gold eyes.
SCARS ........................ None
BODY
◊ - - Nettlepaw has a sturdy body, and is actually pretty strong for his age. He’s sure on his feet and is great at running and climbing. He has slightly-rounded ears and a thick tail, but one of his more noticeable features is the small overbite that’s led him to have a snaggletooth on his right side. As he’s aged, it’s only become more prominent.

FUR .......... Nettlepaw’s fur is quite coarse, and spikes out along his belly especially. He isn’t nearly as soft as he looks, but he's always warm.
EYES ......... His eyes are a muted gold, and they don’t really stand out against his tawny fur. If he were to describe them, he’d say they’re quite plain - but that he’s okay with that.</sub>

<sub>TRAITS .........  [ Protective ] [ Adventurous ] [ Brave ] [ Blunt / Honest ] [ Proud ] [ Impatient ] [ Anxious ]
BREAKDOWN

Protective -
Above all else, Nettlepaw cares fiercely for his family. He takes his ‘big brother’ status very seriously, and one of the only ways to enrage the cheerful tom is by messing with this sisters. This trait may also apply to other felines he grows close to, and titles means a lot to him. So, when somebody calls him ‘friend’, he will usually gasp quietly and immediately start working to make sure he is a good companion to them. He hates the idea of cats being two-faced, and takes the safety of those close to him very seriously.

Adventurous -
Nettlepaw loves to explore and see new things, and generally isn’t a very cautious tom. Being stuck in camp is like a prison sentence to him, and being outdoors will always brighten his mood - regardless of the weather! He believes adventures are best in the company of others, and can always be found trying to urge others to tag along - especially his siblings and close friends.

  Brave -
Finally an apprentice, Nettlepaw feels more than ready to prove himself. He’ll never back down if he’s convinced he can handle a situation, and when shit hits the fan, his own safety is always far from the front of his mind. He is the type of cat who lives to protect, and a bravery has come with the love he feels towards his friends. Though he knows he can’t do much in the means of helping them yet, it only motivates him to train harder.

  Blunt / Honest -
Nettlepaw likes to get right to the point, and strongly dislikes waiting. This means he can sometimes come off as being rude, because rather than waste time dancing around the subject, he will tell others exactly how he sees it. On the plus side, it means he’s usually very honest and straightforward... but it’s a heavy flaw if the cat he’s dealing with doesn’t have a tough skin. Since becoming an apprentice, he’s started to grow out of this trait thanks to his close friendship with Cricketpaw. Speaking with her regularly has made the tabby grow more careful with his words, and though he still hates beating around the bush, he tries to handle situations more delicately when it’s called for.

  Proud -
This was loosely covered in his Protective trait, but Nettlepaw takes his titles very seriously. What others think of him is important, and social ridicule is one of his deepest fears. He wants to be the best he can be, but it turns into a flaw when he can get too prideful. Though he’s very insecure when spoken to about his weaknesses, on the other end of the spectrum he can be quite arrogant when his strengths are being mentioned.

Impatient -
While some apprentices may be able to find comfort in napping and relaxing, Nettlepaw does not. He hates being inactive, and pities the cats set on sentry duty. He doesn’t like being made to wait for things, and as an apprentice who just wants to be a warrior, time feels like it’s passing pretty slowly for the tabby tom. He tries to keep positive and cheery, but if there’s nothing to do and nobody to talk to, he can get very salty very quickly.

Anxious -
A new trait since making all of his friends. Nettlepaw has started to become a bit of a worrier: as brave as he may be when it comes to his own safety, he hates the idea of those he’s close to being put into danger. Because of this, he feels a lot of pressure on himself to keep them safe. The tom would never dream of trying to keep them from doing what they want, but he may become overbearing at times because of his desire to be near them to make sure nothing goes wrong.</sub>

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◇ Living | ◆ Deceased | ◈ Whereabouts Unknown

MOTHER ........... ◆ Mint
FATHER ............ ◈ Night
SISTER ............. ◆ Orchidkit
SISTER ............. ◇ Spottedpaw

STATUS ............. Single
ORIENTATION ... Who even knows anymore

PREFERENCES

Likes
✓ Patient
✓ Kindhearted
✓ Somebody he can Protect

Dislikes
✕ Mean
✕ Boring
✕ Controlling

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HISTORY


Prologue: Prior to Birth

Mint was a tortoiseshell she-cat with bright green eyes; she belonged to a married pair of twolegs who had found her as a stray. She was named Mint because of her highly pigmented eyes, and though she liked her name she hated her lifestyle. The she-cat was constantly trying to find ways to escape and return to the wild where she belonged. She hated the idea of being owned and limited to only one area; she longed for freedom.

A few times she actually did manage to escape, too. It wasn't much of an accomplishment since she only ever got as far as her neighbor's backyard, but it was better than nothing. It was there, in fact, that she met Night - a dark, smokey brown tom with yellow eyes. They shared similar dreams, and Night told Mint about his own previous escape-attempts. He also told her that she should stop trying, and accept that there was simply no hope in leaving the free life after the twolegs adopted you. Despite what he said, Mint was set on achieving her goal - she thought Night was missing an opportunity by giving up so easily.

So, as you could guess, Mint kept trying to escape. Again and again, she could never make it past Night's backyard; her owners would notice her absence and catch her before she could get any farther. They figured she just wanted some company, and started to allow her to visit Night often. Through this, the two started to become close to one another... and Mint started to forget about her original goal. She still didn't enjoy this lifestyle, but having Night around made it bearable.

When she became pregnant with their kits, however, she reconsidered the original plan. She didn't want her young to grow up in the captivity she loathed, and the impending arrival of a litter was all she needed to convince Night to run away with her for good. Wondering where they could go, the pair remembered hearing stories of Clan cats - cats who didn't belong to twolegs and survived with only each other for company. It sounded perfect, but if the stories were true, OakClan was very far away. Despite this, they had made their decision, and the trek to the Clan began.

But Mint was not a strong cat. She was heavy and tired... and much to her dismay, she had grown accustomed to the soft kittypet life. During the journey she only grew weaker, and without time to rest, her strength was waning fast. They had been very close to the clan when she unexpectedly gave birth to three kits, and though their young were healthy, Night had to watch as the kitting took the last of Mint's energy. He grieved heavily, but knew he couldn't waste any time. Alone, he was able to get the three kittens to OakClan, where the hungry babies were welcomed much to his relief. The job was done, but Night felt out of place among the clan... as soon as he was convinced that the kits would be fine, he returned to his twoleg nest to grieve.

Chapter 01: Kit

New to OakClan and everyone in it, Nettlekit could often be seen sticking close to Spottedkit's side. It was actually his sister who had made friends first, and it was through them that Nettlekit met some of his first and best acquaintances. He started to participate in games played around camp, and in the blink of an eye the tabby tom felt like he belonged. Having grown especially close to Cricketkit, Robinpaw, Slugkit and Turtlekit, there was never a shortage of things to do between the four of them.

The russet-coloured tom even put together a play at one point, co-directing it with Robinpaw. It was a 'production' involving the participation of seven other felines, and it was all in the name of convincing Cricketkit that it wasn't so bad outside. He also helped Slugkit stop a scary nosebleed! There was never a dull moment in Nettlekit's childhood, and as much as he enjoyed playing with his friends and throwing moss around, he had never lost sight of his goals. He wanted to go outside of camp, and even though he found ways to get into trouble withing the walls, it wasn't quite the same.

Another of his major adventures was climbing the Great Oak Tree alongside Cricketkit, catching her at some point before she fell and managing to get a really cool view of the camp. He's excited to hone his physical abilities after he graduates, and aspires to be able to climb a little higher than the first few branches as time goes on.

Disaster struck for Nettlekit and Spottedkit shortly before the ceremony, however. A sickness had been plaguing the camp for several weeks, and though both aforementioned siblings caught a cold during this time, neither of them got as ill as their third littermate, Orchidkit. Unable to fight off the disease and recover, Orchidkit joined StarClan before becoming an apprentice. Nettlekit felt numb, and didn't talk to anyone for the next few days. Ever since her death he's grown especially protective of Spottedkit.

Overall, during his time spent in the Nursery, Nettlekit grew confidence. He started to figure out what he wanted to achieve when he became an apprentice, and by the time his ceremony finally rolled around, he was filled to the brim with determination to train hard and learn how best to help the friends he had made. It was a bittersweet graduation without his fiery sister, but it only motivates him to do her proud and become the best warrior ever.

Chapter 02: Apprentice

. . In Progress . .

Relationships can be found on Nettle's Heart Chart !

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EXP TRACKER

Current Total: 252 EXP

[ +20 ] Joining
[ +21 ] Family
[ +54 ] Heart Chart
[ +70 ] Kitten Sneezes
[ +01 ] Pen Challenge
[ +12 ] Sibling Rivalry
[+150] Acorny Climb RP
[-125] Poppykit
[ +46 ] The Number One Scariest Thing RP

SKILLS
○ Great at climbing and running
○ Quick to learn

WEAKNESSES
○ Has a hard time moving quietly
○ Lowkey terrified of flying bugs

 LIKES
◰ . Storms.
◱ . When others are Honest.
◲ . Being outdoors and being active : climbing, running, and swimming!
◳ . Being assigned to a Patrol; he likes to think that he was hand-picked for whatever task he’s been given.

DISLIKES
◰ . Being stuck at Camp.
◱ . The smell of the Medicine Den.
◲ . Crouching and Stalking; he’s very bad at moving without making noise.
◳ . Bugs - but only if they can fly. If they stay on the ground (where they belong) they’re okay.

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TIME ZONE ........ UTC-04:00 Atlantic Time , Canada
REPLY SPEED .... Medium to Slow; I may need Reminding if it's been a while
METHODS .......... ✉ I typically Roleplay through Notes, Googledocs, or Skype  ✉
POST SIZE ......... I'm happy to match size with whoever I'm roleplaying with
RATING ............. Any [ with the exception of certain sexual content - gore and such is fine but I will not rp my cat doin' the nasty ]

RP EXAMPLE ...... From Highholt Featuring Landon Ward and Apocalyptic-Angell's Charlie Devon
Landon rested his chin on his knuckles, a soft frown painting the edge of his lips. The wind wasn’t as cold as he was accustomed to, so despite his best efforts, closing his eyes did nothing to help him pretend he was back in Everfall. Higholt was warm and spacious, and the nighttime scenery was all very foreign. He decided that was okay, in a way; so far he’s met a ton of interesting people, folks from all walks of life... many of which he could even consider friends now. The wolf wasn’t much of a social butterfly in his hometown, so at least being whisked away came with some positives. But leaning outside against the tin door of the ugliest house he’s ever seen in his life was a tad overwhelming. He chalked that up to the reason he couldn’t sleep (though looking back on it, the springs digging into his spine were no help to begin with). It was while thinking about the aforementioned “house” that he noticed the creaking sound, pricking his ears in surprise. He glanced over his shoulder at the sheet of metal he was propped up against - was his roommate awake? He didn’t get up, but pressed his ear against the door for any signs of life… despite feeling kinda creepy doing it.