B A S I C - I N F O R M A T I O NName: RosethornGender:FemaleAge:20 moonsBreed:Cyprus CatClan:RippleclanRank: WarriorC H A R A C T E R - I N F O R M A T I O NPersonality: (At least six traits, equally good/bad.)
Born into Rippleclan during harsh times of leaf-bare, Rosekit was among the very few kits that survived the weather. Although she may have lived, her mother, who protected her of the cold, died of green-cough unfortunately. Rosekit then stayed in the nursery on her own. She had few friends , since most of them were either very much older or younger.
Rosepaw was taught by a great warrior during her apprenticeship. She learned a lot of useful things, and idolized her mentor. She was one of the top hunters among the other apprentices, and tried teaching them her skills. Rosepaw had a lot of self-confidence that she could be leader when she grew older.
As a warrior, Rosethorn grew more mature. She now is a loyal and independent she-cat. She is determined to serve her clan better than any other cat, and is more than willing to do all the hunting in the clan. She has become very energetic, and is a bit interested in finding a mate, although she still wishes to enjoy her life.
Other:openR E L A T I O N S H I P - S T A T U S
Searching for a Mate
Finds unattractive:M E N T O R - A P P R E N T I C E - I N F O R M A T I O N
Mentor as apprentice
Past Apprentice(s)noneR E L A T I O N S H I P S
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- RippleClan -
-Smokestar: Our wonderful leader! I'd love to be just like him.
-Troutriver: A worth Medicine cat indeed, he seems very capable of managing his herbs.
- Shadeclan -
- Lightclan -
- BreezeClan -
- Cloudclan -S T A T S
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A butterfly fluttered down, landing perfectly on Rosethorn's nose. She shook her head, and shooed the insect away. Then she stood up, dusting off her pelt and padded among the trees. Rosethorn turned her head from side to side, inspecting any sights of prey. Suddenly, as she thought, a squirrel darted in front of her. She quickly gave chase. Brushing past bushes and twigs, the squirrel scampered up a tree, so Rosethorn followed it. As she clawed her way up the tree, she swiftly estimated the branch where the squirrle would go to. So Rosethorn jumped, catching the thick branch, while swiping a paw over, catching the creature in perfect timing. The squirrel slipped off the branch and landed on the ground with a thud. Rosethron smiled triumphantly and hurried down to pick up her prey. She held it by the neck and padded back to camp, tail raised high with pride.