stagpelt, warrior of roseclan *

[STAGPELT ?!]

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[IDEALISTIC] ● [LAID-BACK] ● [CONSISTENT]

General Knowledge Age: sixteen moons Breed: maine coon Reason for Name: prefix his colouring and size suffix his long, thick fur Appearance Like most RoseClan cats, Stagpelt is a big guy. He was large as a kit due to his maine coon genes, a gift from ancestors who undoubtedly had kittypet blood, and he has been large ever since. He's not so much tall as he is broad, with larger shoulders and solid legs. His neck is thick and his head is broad. His face has a rounded look to it; his features are blunt instead of sharp, and they are hidden beneath thick fur. His nose is oddly small for his face, and his muzzle is large. Despite his large size, he's a nimble swimmer, and a fairly good hunter due to the intense training that his mentor, Sharpvoice, put him through. His fur is long but coarse, and is surprisingly resistant to tangles. A true RoseClan warrior, he enjoys swimming, and his pelt is thick and sleek, allowing him to move through the water unrestricted. His pelt is a rich brown in colour, growing lighter around his underbelly and chest, as well as at the tip of his tail and his paws. His muzzle is lighter, as is the fur around his eyes. The rest of him is overlayed by dark brown tabby stripes. His eyes are a bright mossy green, and seem large on his face, while his aforementioned nose is small and a ruddy pink. His whiskers are long and unruly. Personality Stagpelt takes after his father, Tallthroat. The young warrior is very soft-hearted and kind, and one of the most compassionate cats in the Clan. He cares for others, especially kits, and does want kits of his own someday. Preferably lots of them, all tumbling over his paws. He doesn't have a mean bone in his body, but he will protect his Clan and those he loves, even if it means fighting. Stagpelt isn't aggressive, but he's a large cat, and he knows how to use his size well. He'd rather intimidate someone in order to avoid a fight than actually start sparring. The tom is very friendly and makes a point of trying to talk to everyone in an effort to make them all feel included. Though his personality seems like one big 'warm fuzzy', he is fairly calm on the surface, and isn't overly gooey or affectionate. He can be emotional but he keeps it in check. The tom is very laid-back, and doesn't mind if others take the lead. He's content just to go with the flow, and while he does have strong opinions on certain issues, generally those of morality, he doesn't go around forcing them on others. He doesn't believe in judgement and is agreeable to any cat unless they give them a blatant reason to dislike them. Stagpelt doesn't have a temper and he doesn't hold grudges without considerable cause. The tom's anger is slow – it doesn't built up very quickly, and it rarely shows itself, but when Stagpelt gets mad, he gets mad. If he believes any cat is putting his Clan or his family in danger, well, he won't let that happen. He's very consistent in his personality – he sticks to his guns, keeps his promises, and doesn't change his views on something easily. Stagpelt is also an idealist. He believes in the possibility of a perfect world, where everyone gets along and everyone is kind. Yeah, the tom knows that it's almost impossible, that there are bad cats in the world, but he doesn't buy into the 'it is the way it is' philosophy. He thinks you shouldn't have to live your life accommodating for the sins of others, saying 'it's always been like this.' Just because something is the way it is, doesn't mean that's the way it should be, and cats who are content to accept miserable circumstances are the really the only ones that Stagpelt acutely dislikes. History Family: mother fogfeather, 60 moons father tallthroat, 62 moons half-brother hailfur, 44 moons brother brushfire, 30 moons

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sister creekfrost, 30 moons
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Love is patient, love is kind. Those were the words that Tallthroat said to Fogfeather beneath the stars, his voice solemn. He was afraid to meet her eyes, afraid of what that confession might mean, afraid of what would happen if she didn't feel the same way. After all, Fogfeather, a beautiful dark grey she-cat, had already lost her last mate, Ivorystrike. Since the warrior's death, Fogfeather had lived her life with the purpose of protecting her only kit: Hailfur, at that time known as Hailpaw, a senior apprentice. But Tallthroat, a large brown maine coon, had fallen in love with the beautiful queen, and there was no turning back. He told her he would always be there for her, and something in Fogfeather began to heal over that night. Six moons later, it had scarred over completely, and she was ready to love again.

To no one's surprise, Fogfeather gave birth shortly after to two beautiful kits: Brushkit, a huge tom, and Creekkit, a sleek she-cat who took after her mother. Creekkit was always friendly and considerate, while Brushkit was loud and rambunctious. They became apprentices, Creekpaw and Brushpaw, and threw themselves into their training. Creekpaw grew to develop a razor wit and a fire in her eyes, and when she laughed, her love of life reverbrated in the sound. Brushpaw, on the other hand, became ambitious. He always wanted more, to be the best apprentice, to become a warrior sooner, to fight, to lead patrols... at thirteen moons they were given their warrior names, Creekfrost, for her cool sharpness, and Brushfire for his loud energy.

Tallthroat and Fogfeather had another kit then, Stagkit. The tom was initially very playful and loud, until tragedy occured. Brushfire still wanted more, and his arrogance lead him to believe he could take on the wild dogs that had been seen around the outskirts of RoseClan territory. He went off by himself, and as it turned out, he couldn't handle the dogs. His body was too mangled to allow for a proper burial. Stagkit was a witness to this, and as he became Stagpaw and was apprenticed to Sharpvoice, he became wary of following in his older brother's footsteps. Because of this, he grew up to be more laidback and relaxed than his brother, and he was content to keep his warrior ability average. At the age of twelve moons, slightly early due to Sharpvoice's intense training, he was named Stagpelt and welcomed as a full warrior of RoseClan.[/blockquote]
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shocky
just stag <3
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adopted from cricket, in relation to sharpvoice

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ACCEPTED!

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Awww such a pretty boy. Welcome to tET! Please remember to post on your cat's Roster Page, Taken name, and Mentor/Apprentice if applicable.

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