SMALLPAW ~ KINDLECLAN

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na_me//
Smallpaw.

ge_nder//
Tom.

cl_an//
KindleClan.

ra_nk//
Apprentice.

love _life//
None.

appe_arance//
Smallpaw is a jet black tom, silky sleek coat while tough muscle ripples beneath; his coat has a shine of blue occasionally in the shade or the reflection of the sun on a warm green-leaf day; his eyes are a radiant emerald green. His tail is long, and bald point on the end, not pointy like some cats. He has miniature paws, though not subnormal; his claws are sharp and he has massive back legs like a bobtail might. His ears are large and thought his body is lithe and compact his shoulders are faintly broad, showing small signs of bulk strength.

pers_onality//
Though his own judgment on his clan is fair and he respects those of the more enduring words of wisdom, he abides by the noble code and will of Spiritclan; and wishes to protect his clan with his heart and soul, tooth and claw. After losing his father he never knew he has a strong desire and determination to protect any more close cats from passing on to Spiritclan, and though his feelings are strong for the fact though he is gone he lives on in the stars, he refuses to let his memory fade like a broken shell.

He's never thought about any specific she-cat; and realizes more painfully the clan comes first and his duty must be tended to before anything. Even when his words shine with unmistakable strength and light of the true meaning of loyal; they sometimes can just be words. He won't make any actions of his sorrow and the heart broken moments he's had in the past, he will move on.. when it's time and fix the mistakes he's encountered.

In his most magnificent strength, the emerald light inside of him shines with godly mortality; to protect and defend his clan with his life, even on the line he will never give up, and though his hunting skills are good as well, his adrenaline won't push him into insanity during a fray of fur and tooth and claw. He wants his clan mates to see that if they work together they can overcome any obstacle and win any battle.

Even without bloodshed and war, words would be said and the minds of those would realize that fighting isn't the answer to disagreements. And even if the world was just peace and silence, there would always be rivalry, and malice that spreads to drive battles and kill innocent cats; his wish would be to defend his clan without trouble and to heighten the spirits with wisdom and words to emotionally heal those wounded. Whats one battle compared to all the ones he still fights alone inside?

his_tory//
kith_ood//
Smallkit never had any siblings, but he had a mother and a father. Midnightshadow his mother and his father Nightmare. Which his father died by an ambush on camp by Thunderclan for the rivalry and greed of territory. He never understood why the clans had to fight all the time, meaningless deaths which could have been avoided by a few, sensible words. He'd found friends, Tawnywillow another nursing she-cat at the time had two kits; Hawkkit and Fernkit whom became best friends and felt more like family than just clan mates.

rp _example//
Slinking through the thick marshlands of Shadowclan territory, a broad tan and flame blotched apprentice slipped through the tough weeds with a gallant step, Brittlepaw watched his paws carefully making sure not to tumble over another root or thrust another thorn into his pad. Just because it was the marsh didn't mean surprises didn't come in through it's damp grounds.

He suddenly crouched down low into the hunters position, steadying his breaths and keeping his tail above the Earth so it wouldn't drag and cause unwanted commotion. Up further about a couple fox lengths he could just make out the feathers of a sparrow, faintly blinded into light olive grasses by the weeds which blocked his view. Slowly weaving through them with a calm composure holding down the pressure to make sure he didn't spook his future dinner.

But his worry had begun to crack while a faint quiver from behind made him panic, whipping his head around to face behind himself he lost his footing and with the complete naive move his paw broke dead leaves, bringing the sparrow into flight, turning back towards where he'd seen the bird he silently muttered a curse under his breath and wanting to know what it was that made his precious meal fly away he growled and padded on.

Poking his head through the end of some ferns which had long been dead while new ones grew beneath, he scented their deputy, Hawkeye but there was another few.. Earthclaw.. and Rogues! He was alarmed and before he could measure out what he was doing he broke out into the clearing, his neck fur bristling while he arched his back, and slowly it came down.. trying to calm himself; moving towards Hawkeye he sneered; " Whats going on here? " he gritted his teeth over the reek of the outsiders before him.

ot_her//
None.

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