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12/1/15 switched to new app!

\\-BIO-//
Name: Webkit Webpaw Webstorm
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior

\\-Sexual-//

Orientation: Pansexual
Is open minded

Looking for:
-Ongoing Relationship
-Quick Fling

Turn-ons:
-Independent cats
-Aren't afraid to speak their mind

Turn-offs:
-Submissive
-Defenseless

\\-Phsycal-//

Breed: Oriental Shorthair X British Shorthair X American Shorthair X Bombay X Chartreux X Cornish Rex X Chausie X Moggy
Smell: Salt and fish, the typical smell of Riverclan.
Voice: Taunt and silvery, but over all appealing to the ear.
Book description: Lean Gray tabby tom with white chest, belly, back legs, and tail tip. Amber colored eyes, and darker gray patches and stripes.

\\-Personal Information-//

|Personality|

[Ambitious|Charismatic|Cocky|Bold|Flirtatious|Proud|Thoughtful|Reckless]

|Ambitious|"I'll never back down!"|
With no real goal in mind, Webstorm just wants to live a happy life. He strides for it, doing anything he can do achieve this. Not only does his drive stick to this life style, but also in anything he sets his mind to. Becoming so passionate in something that it just has to be completed. There's no good in a half completed job, but there's all the praise in having the work completed for all to see.

|Charismatic|"If we don't try, nothing will be accomplished. Without us; nothing ever will. So lets do our best!"|
As the word means, he is very charming. He always tries to bring out the greatest in not only himself, but others. When able he will make up a speech to help out his friends to convince them to join him on whatever daring act he put his paws on this time around.Although Webstorm uses this trait for his own benefit, most of the time, he can truly use it for good if given the moment.

|Thoughtful|"Whats your opinion on this?"|
Webstorm always keeps the mind of others close to home. Never once stepping over another cats toes to get what he wants. He respects cats with their own opinion, specially if they speak out on it. To be honest that is a turn on for him. He will often fix his plans if need be so its far to all.

|Bold|"Wheres the fun in NOT taking risks?"|
It would be better to just tell him to shut up, instead he will always speak his own mind. Very straight-forward with his claims and rather blunt about it. Being highly confident in himself, and his clan as a whole. Webstorm will always think headstrong over logical any given day.

|Proud|"Why wait for someone to praise me, when my own is good enough?"|
Swear, Webstorm is not a narcissist (only a little). Not overly cocky either to were he would pick a fight he knows he cannot win. But proud to not admit he would loose, but simply walking around the subject if it was ever the case of him fighting. All in all, he is very proud of his accomplishments and always believes in the little victories.

|Cocky|"I'd love to see you try to beat this."|
Whats more to say- that word describes all that needs to be stated. He doesn't even try to hide how much an ego he has. Often times it gets him into trouble, but for the most part its nice to see someone with a high confidence level. Which is impossible to even try and decrease it. In fact, someone should kick him off his high horse. It would do him some good.

|Flirtatious|"Has anyone ever told you, just how beautiful you are?"|
Lets just say nobody is safe. Gender doesn't matter, if Webstorm thinks they're attractive he will straight out tell them. Reactions vary with this, but his response to either or are always respectable.

|Reckless|"Ssshhh no no its fine! The branch wont break! *keeps climbing* Seeee perfec-- *branch breaks*"|
However, despite seeing logic and danger in a lot of his actions. He just doesn't care. What doesn't kill ya makes you stronger right? But if its tooo dangerous (like jumping off a cliff for an example) Webstorm will infact look into his mind for reasons on NOT to do this. Which normally keep him from participating from the event. Normally; there is always the time when he just wants that thrill factor. So instead of jumping off a cliff, say, he substitutes for climbing a tree and jumping into a river. No, kidding. He isn't suicidal, just overly curious and likes danger. Lets not forget he's a bit of a narcissist.

Likes: Swimming, fish, climbing trees, cool breezes
Dislikes: Death and sickness. Loss and change.

|History|

[Kithood]
Riverclan was graced with four healthy kits from the Queen known as Juniperleap. As some she-cats do, the identity of their father was known only to her (and possibly a few others). Her kits grew up under her eye, along with those of the clan itself. With no fatherly figure, Webkit often turned to the older warriors as to how he believed he should act. Besides being a total mama's boy, the kit was very rambunctious. Getting into trouble constantly, and always trying to sneak out whenever possible. Scolding seemed to do nothing to correct the kits behavior, but its not like he ever wandered too far off from the camp. Webkit normally just walked off towards a stream near by to splash in.
When he wasn't going off on his own adventures, the tom-kit rough housed with his siblings. Living the life of a kit was an easy enough role, you play, you get in trouble, you get food, and then you sleep only to rinse and repeat.

[Apprenticeship]
A story like tale as the hero steps forth to earn a sword pressed to either shoulder. A king with a golden crown, and robes made of fine furs. Knighting the hero of legend was only such a great child's tale!
But that's all it was. Webpaw learned that as he gained no special treatment by adding 'paw' to his name, but he didn't mind. Nobody else might of saw him different; but he did. He gained a strong sense of pride for himself. Walking each day with one paw infront of the other, making sure no rock was left un-turned. Out of some strange habit picked up from his mentor, he started to charm his way in a she-cats eyes. Earning a new scold from his mother, which was how he learned to respect every cat. Later on realizing this was from their father; Ivyheart was a player mind you.
His training went wonderfully, as the young tom grew up into a handsome tom. Not only someone he was highly satisfied with, but someone he hoped others adored as well.

[Warrior]
The tom was given the suffix of 'storm', possibly for his rather chaotic personality. Or the quickness of his movements. No matter he accepted the name proudly. Webstorm declared he would become a great warrior, as every cat wishes to be. Maybe nothing too flashy, but to be proud of himself every day until his death was good enough for him.
In his early life as a warrior, Juniperleap had taken he and his siblings out. Saying they were going to meet someone, not giving a hint, but saying it was about time they know. Webstorm was curious, but walked cautiously as he stayed near his siblings. Paws leading into unfamiliar territory, only for them to come across the gray tom he would soon know as his birth-father.
"Ivyheart, these are your kits." Juniperleap had stated, turning to her kits with a smile and repeating the line but stating the Windclan tom was their father. Narrowing his eyes at the sight, running his amber gaze over the mangled tom. He rolled his shoulders and took a step towards the cat. "Evening Ivyheart. They call me Webstorm, its a pleasure." The young warrior was always known to be open to new things. So meeting his father in such conditions didn't really phase them. He trusted his Mother with his life, and if she wanted them to meet the tom he would never question her decision. Though he understood some of his siblings uncertainty on the tom. They just didn't bug him.
The gathering went well, the the eyes of the gray and white warrior. As they returned home, Webstorm had picked up jobs among the camp to keep himself busy. But also useful. Going out on patrols, bringing in prey, the like. But he always made time to spend with his Mother and siblings, however when the plague ran its bony fingers through the territory's of all five. He was very nervous, especially when the sickness had claimed Juniperleap. The cat who took care of him from birth, enclosing around herself at the effect of the dreaded plague. How dare Starclan allow her to suffer!
But maybe, he shouldn't think that. As not soon after the news of her passing came forth to he, along with his brother and sisters. Devastated, Webstorm didn't know how to react for once in his life. He was young and hadn't known death until this day. He had sat vigilance to mourn, and tried his best in honouring his family more then clanly duties.
However, as day turned to night, and the cycle repeated. The plague was cured and the clans were left weak, numbers thrown out as caused by death of the illness. He once more brought up his head, and repeated the promise from his warrior ceremony.
"I will be a great warrior, to make you proud Mother. To make myself proud."

\\-Family-//

Mother
Juniperleap

Father
Ivyheart

Siblings

Mintstream ♀
Rabbitstep ♂
Willowpool ♀

\\-Relationships-//

= Acquaintance
= Unsure
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Best Friend
= Attraction/Likeable
= Crush
= Love
= Mate
= Dislike
= Hate/Despise
= Jealous
= Respect
= Family
= Mentor/Apprentice
Name = Deceased
-X-

[bullets||name|user |""]

--
[||Juniperleap|user |"Mother did amazingly in raising myself and my siblings...I only wish she could stay along longer. But Starclan had decided it was her time, I just hope I don't screw up. That I make her proud."]

[||Ivyheart|MlSTY |"I had no problem with meeting Ivyheart, infact I'm happy he is our father. Better then not knowing yeh? Despite the tales we've been told I don't see him as a bad cat. I might take him up on that offer to stop by Windclan to say hello."]

[||Mintstream|user |"TBA"]

[||Rabbitstep|user |"TBA"]

[||Willowpool|user |"TBA"]
[||Ripplepaw|Agryo |" --- "]

\\-Roleplay Sample-//

||The-Blue-Tides |Spidercharm||
Dreams of a dark void and glowing ice eyes (eye) met the young warrior in his deepest sleep. Blood dripping onto a endless sea of black, he held his head high as he faced his inner nightmares. Even the earth shaking cackle he stood his ground, sneering into the emptiness with a look of determination.
"Just come out so I can kill you!" The warrior screamed, however the threat fell on deaf ears as another screech of laughter shot through the drum of his own. Spidercharm hissed as he was getting frustrated, only for when he took a step for the ground to give out from under him; waking him with a start.
His eyes frantically scanned the warriors den with a labored breath, only to calm instantly at the sight of the apprentice to his side.
"Ghostpaw? Wha...having trouble sleeping?" Asking in a soft whisper, he nudged the cat with his nose.

Description

12/1/15 switched to new app!

\\-BIO-//
Name: Webkit Webpaw Webstorm
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior

\\-Sexual-//

Orientation: Pansexual
Is open minded

Looking for:
-Ongoing Relationship
-Quick Fling

Turn-ons:
-Independent cats
-Aren't afraid to speak their mind

Turn-offs:
-Submissive
-Defenseless

\\-Phsycal-//

Breed: Oriental Shorthair X British Shorthair X American Shorthair X Bombay X Chartreux X Cornish Rex X Chausie X Moggy
Smell: Salt and fish, the typical smell of Riverclan.
Voice: Taunt and silvery, but over all appealing to the ear.
Book description: Lean Gray tabby tom with white chest, belly, back legs, and tail tip. Amber colored eyes, and darker gray patches and stripes.

\\-Personal Information-//

|Personality|

[Ambitious|Charismatic|Cocky|Bold|Flirtatious|Proud|Thoughtful|Reckless]

|Ambitious|"I'll never back down!"|
With no real goal in mind, Webstorm just wants to live a happy life. He strides for it, doing anything he can do achieve this. Not only does his drive stick to this life style, but also in anything he sets his mind to. Becoming so passionate in something that it just has to be completed. There's no good in a half completed job, but there's all the praise in having the work completed for all to see.

|Charismatic|"If we don't try, nothing will be accomplished. Without us; nothing ever will. So lets do our best!"|
As the word means, he is very charming. He always tries to bring out the greatest in not only himself, but others. When able he will make up a speech to help out his friends to convince them to join him on whatever daring act he put his paws on this time around.Although Webstorm uses this trait for his own benefit, most of the time, he can truly use it for good if given the moment.

|Thoughtful|"Whats your opinion on this?"|
Webstorm always keeps the mind of others close to home. Never once stepping over another cats toes to get what he wants. He respects cats with their own opinion, specially if they speak out on it. To be honest that is a turn on for him. He will often fix his plans if need be so its far to all.

|Bold|"Wheres the fun in NOT taking risks?"|
It would be better to just tell him to shut up, instead he will always speak his own mind. Very straight-forward with his claims and rather blunt about it. Being highly confident in himself, and his clan as a whole. Webstorm will always think headstrong over logical any given day.

|Proud|"Why wait for someone to praise me, when my own is good enough?"|
Swear, Webstorm is not a narcissist (only a little). Not overly cocky either to were he would pick a fight he knows he cannot win. But proud to not admit he would loose, but simply walking around the subject if it was ever the case of him fighting. All in all, he is very proud of his accomplishments and always believes in the little victories.

|Cocky|"I'd love to see you try to beat this."|
Whats more to say- that word describes all that needs to be stated. He doesn't even try to hide how much an ego he has. Often times it gets him into trouble, but for the most part its nice to see someone with a high confidence level. Which is impossible to even try and decrease it. In fact, someone should kick him off his high horse. It would do him some good.

|Flirtatious|"Has anyone ever told you, just how beautiful you are?"|
Lets just say nobody is safe. Gender doesn't matter, if Webstorm thinks they're attractive he will straight out tell them. Reactions vary with this, but his response to either or are always respectable.

|Reckless|"Ssshhh no no its fine! The branch wont break! *keeps climbing* Seeee perfec-- *branch breaks*"|
However, despite seeing logic and danger in a lot of his actions. He just doesn't care. What doesn't kill ya makes you stronger right? But if its tooo dangerous (like jumping off a cliff for an example) Webstorm will infact look into his mind for reasons on NOT to do this. Which normally keep him from participating from the event. Normally; there is always the time when he just wants that thrill factor. So instead of jumping off a cliff, say, he substitutes for climbing a tree and jumping into a river. No, kidding. He isn't suicidal, just overly curious and likes danger. Lets not forget he's a bit of a narcissist.

Likes: Swimming, fish, climbing trees, cool breezes
Dislikes: Death and sickness. Loss and change.

|History|

[Kithood]
Riverclan was graced with four healthy kits from the Queen known as Juniperleap. As some she-cats do, the identity of their father was known only to her (and possibly a few others). Her kits grew up under her eye, along with those of the clan itself. With no fatherly figure, Webkit often turned to the older warriors as to how he believed he should act. Besides being a total mama's boy, the kit was very rambunctious. Getting into trouble constantly, and always trying to sneak out whenever possible. Scolding seemed to do nothing to correct the kits behavior, but its not like he ever wandered too far off from the camp. Webkit normally just walked off towards a stream near by to splash in.
When he wasn't going off on his own adventures, the tom-kit rough housed with his siblings. Living the life of a kit was an easy enough role, you play, you get in trouble, you get food, and then you sleep only to rinse and repeat.

[Apprenticeship]
A story like tale as the hero steps forth to earn a sword pressed to either shoulder. A king with a golden crown, and robes made of fine furs. Knighting the hero of legend was only such a great child's tale!
But that's all it was. Webpaw learned that as he gained no special treatment by adding 'paw' to his name, but he didn't mind. Nobody else might of saw him different; but he did. He gained a strong sense of pride for himself. Walking each day with one paw infront of the other, making sure no rock was left un-turned. Out of some strange habit picked up from his mentor, he started to charm his way in a she-cats eyes. Earning a new scold from his mother, which was how he learned to respect every cat. Later on realizing this was from their father; Ivyheart was a player mind you.
His training went wonderfully, as the young tom grew up into a handsome tom. Not only someone he was highly satisfied with, but someone he hoped others adored as well.

[Warrior]
The tom was given the suffix of 'storm', possibly for his rather chaotic personality. Or the quickness of his movements. No matter he accepted the name proudly. Webstorm declared he would become a great warrior, as every cat wishes to be. Maybe nothing too flashy, but to be proud of himself every day until his death was good enough for him.
In his early life as a warrior, Juniperleap had taken he and his siblings out. Saying they were going to meet someone, not giving a hint, but saying it was about time they know. Webstorm was curious, but walked cautiously as he stayed near his siblings. Paws leading into unfamiliar territory, only for them to come across the gray tom he would soon know as his birth-father.
"Ivyheart, these are your kits." Juniperleap had stated, turning to her kits with a smile and repeating the line but stating the Windclan tom was their father. Narrowing his eyes at the sight, running his amber gaze over the mangled tom. He rolled his shoulders and took a step towards the cat. "Evening Ivyheart. They call me Webstorm, its a pleasure." The young warrior was always known to be open to new things. So meeting his father in such conditions didn't really phase them. He trusted his Mother with his life, and if she wanted them to meet the tom he would never question her decision. Though he understood some of his siblings uncertainty on the tom. They just didn't bug him.
The gathering went well, the the eyes of the gray and white warrior. As they returned home, Webstorm had picked up jobs among the camp to keep himself busy. But also useful. Going out on patrols, bringing in prey, the like. But he always made time to spend with his Mother and siblings, however when the plague ran its bony fingers through the territory's of all five. He was very nervous, especially when the sickness had claimed Juniperleap. The cat who took care of him from birth, enclosing around herself at the effect of the dreaded plague. How dare Starclan allow her to suffer!
But maybe, he shouldn't think that. As not soon after the news of her passing came forth to he, along with his brother and sisters. Devastated, Webstorm didn't know how to react for once in his life. He was young and hadn't known death until this day. He had sat vigilance to mourn, and tried his best in honouring his family more then clanly duties.
However, as day turned to night, and the cycle repeated. The plague was cured and the clans were left weak, numbers thrown out as caused by death of the illness. He once more brought up his head, and repeated the promise from his warrior ceremony.
"I will be a great warrior, to make you proud Mother. To make myself proud."

\\-Family-//

Mother
Juniperleap

Father
Ivyheart

Siblings

Mintstream ♀
Rabbitstep ♂
Willowpool ♀

\\-Relationships-//

= Acquaintance
= Unsure
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Best Friend
= Attraction/Likeable
= Crush
= Love
= Mate
= Dislike
= Hate/Despise
= Jealous
= Respect
= Family
= Mentor/Apprentice
Name = Deceased
-X-

[bullets||name|user |""]

--
[||Juniperleap|user |"Mother did amazingly in raising myself and my siblings...I only wish she could stay along longer. But Starclan had decided it was her time, I just hope I don't screw up. That I make her proud."]

[||Ivyheart|MlSTY |"I had no problem with meeting Ivyheart, infact I'm happy he is our father. Better then not knowing yeh? Despite the tales we've been told I don't see him as a bad cat. I might take him up on that offer to stop by Windclan to say hello."]

[||Mintstream|user |"TBA"]

[||Rabbitstep|user |"TBA"]

[||Willowpool|user |"TBA"]
[||Ripplepaw|Agryo |" --- "]

\\-Roleplay Sample-//

||The-Blue-Tides |Spidercharm||
Dreams of a dark void and glowing ice eyes (eye) met the young warrior in his deepest sleep. Blood dripping onto a endless sea of black, he held his head high as he faced his inner nightmares. Even the earth shaking cackle he stood his ground, sneering into the emptiness with a look of determination.
"Just come out so I can kill you!" The warrior screamed, however the threat fell on deaf ears as another screech of laughter shot through the drum of his own. Spidercharm hissed as he was getting frustrated, only for when he took a step for the ground to give out from under him; waking him with a start.
His eyes frantically scanned the warriors den with a labored breath, only to calm instantly at the sight of the apprentice to his side.
"Ghostpaw? Wha...having trouble sleeping?" Asking in a soft whisper, he nudged the cat with his nose.