nettlepounce -- good -- wip

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Name -- Nettlepounce
Age -- 16 Moons
Gender -- Male
Alignment -- Good

Appearance -- Nettlepounce has a rugged, coarse texture to his pelt. It is unfortunately ruffled permanently. Not like Nettlepounce would care. His pelt is well enough cleaned, but just clipped at wiry. The fur is short and lies close to his body, growing thicker on his chest. Nettlepounce's base fur color is a color consiting of a washed out ginger-cream. Ginger mostly shows up on his forehead and his throat, as well as his forepaws. The coat is a mottled ginger-brown, mainly, stripped with ebony on his back and legs. Nettlepounce's muzzle is a white, offset with ginger. His nose is a red-pink, with a black bridge. His flanks are more mottled than anything, almost resembling a tortoiseshell. Nettlepounce has nothing special about him, besids his tail, or lack therof.

Nettlepounce has a streamline, well-built frame, consisting of lean muscle and utter strength. Nettlepounce, at first glance, may seen thin and lanky, with to muscle whatsoever. Wrong. Nettlepounce is filled in with brute strength from head to toe. His tail, which he is lacking in, is just a small bob on the end of his powerful body. His flanks and haunces are evident, for he is in ValleyClan. Nettlepounce's shoulders are not extremely broad, leading up to a thick neck and a triangular shape. Nettlepounce has a squared muzzle, with two average, triangular ears.

Nettlepounce's eyes are no special site, may I say so myself. They are outlined with a ragged black, with caramel touching in once and a while. The insie pupil itself are near slits, most of the time, swathed with a summery green. Inside this spring-figuring green, flecked sublty with gold and copper. Nettlepounce is very capable of hiding his true emotions, the handsome green liquid is always sheilding fear, or pride, or anything. His face, is, most of the time, unreadable. Blank. Flat. Call it what you want. Nettlepounce does not show his emotions through his eyes.

Personality -- Nettlepounce has a slightly stuck-up air shrouded around him, with ill-naturedness glittering in his eyes. He isn't extremely nice to anybody, indifferent in most opinions. Nettlepounce thinks is opinion higher than others', yet he's extremely loyal to his Clan. He doesn't make friends easily, most find his roughness intimidating. Inside, Nettlepounce has a heart of gold, a heart that is aching for friends and a better life.

History -- Wow. It's odd thinking of the past. Most cats plot for the future. They blow off their past. Okay, gimme a sec. I'm thinking. All right. Here we go.

I was born on a - rainy? - night. Yeah, it was raining. My da told me. My mum had a hard labor. There was a lot of blood. And where was my da? Supposedly off with another, apparantly prettier, she-cat. But I don't think there was anyone prettier than my mum. She had the silkiest black pelt, with round green eyes and a broad face. My mum gave birth to five kits. Five kits for a eleven-moon-old she-cat was very harsh. Yeah. My mum was impregnangated when she was nine moons old. Apparantly my da and his friend raped her, but my da was really in love with her. The friend was sent into exile, but my da stayed with my mum. Now, don't get me wrong. My da was loyal to my mum, but this other she-cat lured him out and tried to trick him into mating with her. My father was enraged. He killed the other she-cat and he missed my birth.

Two of my siblings died. My mum was utterly exhausted, and she didn't wake up the next morning. My father was heartbroken, and admitted he killed the she-cat. The leader exiled him. So, before I was three days old, I was an orphan. Another nice she-cat took care of me and my two sisters, named Frostkit and Lilackit.

I was a born fighter. I had a quick mind and power to match. But when I was five months old, I had my left forepaw broken by a badger. I mean, this thing was freaking huge. The medicine cat kept me in her den for three months. I missed the beginning of training with Frostpaw and Lilacpaw. I was like their protector.

I met with my father twice before he died. He told me everything I'm telling you right now.

Now, see, during my apprenticeship, there was a drought. A long, painful one. Sadly, both of my sisters died in it. I almost died trying to keep them alive. My mentor brought me back from the brink of death, only to die near the end. I was devastated. By the time I was fifteen months, I had lost everyone I cared about.

Lineage --
MOTHER_x Falconpelt
FATHER_x Nightfur
SIBLINGS_x Lilacpaw, Frostpaw

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