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UPDATE:: Had to get his new app up since he's an apprentice now! My lil boy growing up. (I swear i'll get his assignment done soon ghghgh)

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&& Basics

*Name: Rushkit Rushpaw
    Prefix: Rush; a grasslike marsh plant with hollow stems; to move or do something very quickly

Suffix: paw; normal apprentice suffix
    Nickname(s): Rush

*Age: 6ish moons (born 12/12/15)

*Gender: Male
    Gender Identity: Male (he/him)

*Clan: OakClan

*Rank: Apprentice

*Mentor: Bluefire

*Apprentice: N/A

&& Physical

  Breed: Moggy, possibly with American Shorthair blood

  General Appearance: Red marbled tabby tom with blue eyes.
    Body type/build: Sort of compact and slender. He's not a very big youngster, and he's more lithe than anything--when he grows up, he'll probably be of the lanky variety.
    Fur length/texture: Medium length and fluffy. He's retained a lot of his kit fur so he's kind of a fuzzball still. He absolutely refuses to tame and groom his fur, so it's often dirty and always sticks up in random places.
    Color: Mostly a series of mottled reddish-brown colors. He has lighter colored paws, undercoat, and tail tip, and bright blue eyes.
    Accessories: None
    Scars/disabilities: None

&& Personality
[ + ] Friendly | optimistic | smart | loyal
[ = ] Energetic | kleptomaniac | talkative | curious
[ - ] Prankster | childish | annoying | bad listener
Rush is quite the annoying little thing, in truth. Like literally, he is probably no one’s favorite cat, but everyone somehow just tolerates his existence. He is ADHD with an emphasis on the “hyperactive” part. He is constantly in motion and constantly has a high amount of energy and if you’re in his presence he probably won’t leave you alone. He likes to brag a lot but never has anything awesome to brag about so really he just tells a bunch of boring and/or stupid stories that no one else really cares about. But he doesn’t mind if no one really cares, as long as they listen with some fraction of attention.
He’s a severe kleptomaniac and will steal things from you. He’s not specific. He’ll steal your food, your sleeping spot, the medicine cat's herbs, one of the other cat's favorite toys… anything he finds interesting at the time. He’s absolutely unapologetic about it too, but if you ask, he’ll usually give it back. Basically if you find yourself missing something, Rush probably stole it.
There are a great many things Rush loves, including shiny objects, chasing leaves, sleeping in the sun, attempting to sneak out of camp, and pranking others. Rush is quite the trickster. As well as just stealing everyone’s crap at all time, he also just loves to trick others and outsmart them and humiliate them. He’s pretty shameless about it but also very childish, like I-jumped-out-of-a-bush-and-scared-you childish. It’s not one of his better traits.
He may not have been good in practical learning, but Rush is a veritable wellspring of obscure and absolutely useless information, especially when it comes to other cats. He wouldn’t be able to recite to you the warrior code, but he would be able to tell you the name, family, and life story of almost anyone in camp. He is intelligent, but he just doesn’t have time for the nonsense all the older cats want to teach him about hunting and being a productive member of society. He is instead very good at picking up and storing what might seem like absolutely useless information, but which he finds interesting for some vague reason.
Despite the fact that oftentimes others find him annoying, he likes being around a lot of other cats. He doesn’t do well alone. But he does live a carefree and happy life. He lives in the moment and takes things as they come and doesn’t let stuff drag him down. If you get to know him in this way, he is loveable, even if he’s too much to handle for extended periods of time.

&& Character Info
*Sexuality: Unknown (will he ever know?? idk)
*Relationship Status: Single
    Past relationships: None
    Currently interested in: N/A

*Extra Information:
    Fun facts:
Has ADHD and dyslexia--he has trouble speaking sometimes, especially when he's too excited
Kleptomaniac
Has all brothers, no sisters
Is oftentimes an insomniac, like his father
Doesn't have the best eyesight
Superior sense of smell though
Secretly idolizes the warriors, but never admits it
Never chill
     Likes:
Learning about others
Telling stories
Pranking/tricking others
Playing tag
Catching and eating bugs
Eating in general. Will consume literally anything.
     Dislikes:
Sitting still
Being told what to do
Cats with no sense of humor
Water/swimming/bathing
Birds of prey--sometimes he feels like they're gonna swoop down and snatch him.

Skills:
Endurance
Tracking/scenting

Weaknesses:
Listening/taking orders
Stealth/keeping quiet

    Voice Actor: TBD

*Family Tree:
  Quailflare | Mother | grey cat with thick, dark, rounded stripes, a reddish-brown face, and dark grey-blue eyes | Alive | played by purrcatory
  Palestep | Father | pale-furred tom with crystal blue eyes and dark brown points on his ears and tail | Alive | played by sweaterShibe
  Siblings: Pondkit , Pinekit , Mudkit , Crowkit
  Offspring: None

  Friends: None yet

&& History
*Kithood
He had a normal kithood, growing up with his brothers and the other kits in the nursery. He was always kind of a butt, picking silly fights with others and always trying to turn everything into a competition. He was very proud that he was apprenticed before his brothers and is determined to hold it over them--even though in truth, he was probably apprenticed because literally everyone was so sick of having him around they just wanted him out of the nursery.

*Apprenticeship
TBA!

&& Roleplay Information
    Availability: Open!
Methods: notes, docs, skype
RP Info: sometimes I take a long time to reply; I usually write a couple paragraphs for each reply
Roleplay Sample(s): (from The-Paradise-Trials )

At least when they were on the move, Sunder took solace that at least they were finally doing something—they weren’t just sitting around, twiddling their metaphorical thumbs as they waited for Oordeel to give them a clearer picture of what to do. Because he never would. All he would do is drop these damn riddles on them, again and again, until they either found the keys or died trying. Sunder really, really didn’t want to die trying.

When they finally arrived at the well, Sunder stood before it, breathing quick from the rushed journey. As Nern had so eloquently put, it was quite… underwhelming. Nothing more than a simple structure, and a very claustrophobic, very dark drop to the water below. Sunder stepped forward to peer down the well, and it make her stomach jump into her throat. She wasn’t afraid of swimming, not in the least, but this was entirely different. This was black water, and maybe—hopefully—a key was down there. But knowing Oordeel, other things could be too. Sunder’s mind conjured up images of watery demons, claws and tentacles reaching from the depths to grasp her and drag her under forever. She jerked her head back, squashing the images. Stop overthinking, she chastised.

She let out a long breath as she stepped back. “What do we do now?” Red had asked. Sunder looked over the group. None of them looked like they would be overjoyed to go down the well. They were all watching it—and her—apprehensively. Sunder didn’t blame them. None of them wanted the task of descending into the well. So who should?

The answer was obvious, really, as much as Sunder hated it. It was her. She was the one who could swim, but even more than that, she was their leader—she couldn’t expect them to throw their lives on the line without proving that she would be willing to do the exact same thing for them. This wasn’t about ability… this was about setting an example.

“I’ll do it,” she said. “I brought us here. It’s only right that I should go down, and that I should pay the consequences if there is no key.” She flicked her tail, trying not to show her unease. “Plus, I can swim. I may be the best chance we have to get whatever’s down there.”

Before anyone could argue or object, she stepped up next to the well. She started taking deep breaths, oxygenating her blood so she could hold her breath longer. She fixed her friend Jace with a hard look. “Don’t let me die down there, alright?” she said, half lighthearted and half completely serious. “If I can’t claw my way out, lend a paw. And if I don’t make it…” she let the phrase hang, unsure of what else to even say. She touched her friend’s shoulder lightly with her tail. “Get to Paradise.” She looked back and nodded at the group.

And then she dove. The lightening and rain ceased, the black water engulfed her, and she was gone.

Description
UPDATE:: Had to get his new app up since he's an apprentice now! My lil boy growing up. (I swear i'll get his assignment done soon ghghgh)

________

&& Basics

*Name: Rushkit Rushpaw
    Prefix: Rush; a grasslike marsh plant with hollow stems; to move or do something very quickly

Suffix: paw; normal apprentice suffix
    Nickname(s): Rush

*Age: 6ish moons (born 12/12/15)

*Gender: Male
    Gender Identity: Male (he/him)

*Clan: OakClan

*Rank: Apprentice

*Mentor: Bluefire

*Apprentice: N/A

&& Physical

  Breed: Moggy, possibly with American Shorthair blood

  General Appearance: Red marbled tabby tom with blue eyes.
    Body type/build: Sort of compact and slender. He's not a very big youngster, and he's more lithe than anything--when he grows up, he'll probably be of the lanky variety.
    Fur length/texture: Medium length and fluffy. He's retained a lot of his kit fur so he's kind of a fuzzball still. He absolutely refuses to tame and groom his fur, so it's often dirty and always sticks up in random places.
    Color: Mostly a series of mottled reddish-brown colors. He has lighter colored paws, undercoat, and tail tip, and bright blue eyes.
    Accessories: None
    Scars/disabilities: None

&& Personality
[ + ] Friendly | optimistic | smart | loyal
[ = ] Energetic | kleptomaniac | talkative | curious
[ - ] Prankster | childish | annoying | bad listener
Rush is quite the annoying little thing, in truth. Like literally, he is probably no one’s favorite cat, but everyone somehow just tolerates his existence. He is ADHD with an emphasis on the “hyperactive” part. He is constantly in motion and constantly has a high amount of energy and if you’re in his presence he probably won’t leave you alone. He likes to brag a lot but never has anything awesome to brag about so really he just tells a bunch of boring and/or stupid stories that no one else really cares about. But he doesn’t mind if no one really cares, as long as they listen with some fraction of attention.
He’s a severe kleptomaniac and will steal things from you. He’s not specific. He’ll steal your food, your sleeping spot, the medicine cat's herbs, one of the other cat's favorite toys… anything he finds interesting at the time. He’s absolutely unapologetic about it too, but if you ask, he’ll usually give it back. Basically if you find yourself missing something, Rush probably stole it.
There are a great many things Rush loves, including shiny objects, chasing leaves, sleeping in the sun, attempting to sneak out of camp, and pranking others. Rush is quite the trickster. As well as just stealing everyone’s crap at all time, he also just loves to trick others and outsmart them and humiliate them. He’s pretty shameless about it but also very childish, like I-jumped-out-of-a-bush-and-scared-you childish. It’s not one of his better traits.
He may not have been good in practical learning, but Rush is a veritable wellspring of obscure and absolutely useless information, especially when it comes to other cats. He wouldn’t be able to recite to you the warrior code, but he would be able to tell you the name, family, and life story of almost anyone in camp. He is intelligent, but he just doesn’t have time for the nonsense all the older cats want to teach him about hunting and being a productive member of society. He is instead very good at picking up and storing what might seem like absolutely useless information, but which he finds interesting for some vague reason.
Despite the fact that oftentimes others find him annoying, he likes being around a lot of other cats. He doesn’t do well alone. But he does live a carefree and happy life. He lives in the moment and takes things as they come and doesn’t let stuff drag him down. If you get to know him in this way, he is loveable, even if he’s too much to handle for extended periods of time.

&& Character Info
*Sexuality: Unknown (will he ever know?? idk)
*Relationship Status: Single
    Past relationships: None
    Currently interested in: N/A

*Extra Information:
    Fun facts:
Has ADHD and dyslexia--he has trouble speaking sometimes, especially when he's too excited
Kleptomaniac
Has all brothers, no sisters
Is oftentimes an insomniac, like his father
Doesn't have the best eyesight
Superior sense of smell though
Secretly idolizes the warriors, but never admits it
Never chill
     Likes:
Learning about others
Telling stories
Pranking/tricking others
Playing tag
Catching and eating bugs
Eating in general. Will consume literally anything.
     Dislikes:
Sitting still
Being told what to do
Cats with no sense of humor
Water/swimming/bathing
Birds of prey--sometimes he feels like they're gonna swoop down and snatch him.

Skills:
Endurance
Tracking/scenting

Weaknesses:
Listening/taking orders
Stealth/keeping quiet

    Voice Actor: TBD

*Family Tree:
  Quailflare | Mother | grey cat with thick, dark, rounded stripes, a reddish-brown face, and dark grey-blue eyes | Alive | played by purrcatory
  Palestep | Father | pale-furred tom with crystal blue eyes and dark brown points on his ears and tail | Alive | played by sweaterShibe
  Siblings: Pondkit , Pinekit , Mudkit , Crowkit
  Offspring: None

  Friends: None yet

&& History
*Kithood
He had a normal kithood, growing up with his brothers and the other kits in the nursery. He was always kind of a butt, picking silly fights with others and always trying to turn everything into a competition. He was very proud that he was apprenticed before his brothers and is determined to hold it over them--even though in truth, he was probably apprenticed because literally everyone was so sick of having him around they just wanted him out of the nursery.

*Apprenticeship
TBA!

&& Roleplay Information
    Availability: Open!
Methods: notes, docs, skype
RP Info: sometimes I take a long time to reply; I usually write a couple paragraphs for each reply
Roleplay Sample(s): (from The-Paradise-Trials )

At least when they were on the move, Sunder took solace that at least they were finally doing something—they weren’t just sitting around, twiddling their metaphorical thumbs as they waited for Oordeel to give them a clearer picture of what to do. Because he never would. All he would do is drop these damn riddles on them, again and again, until they either found the keys or died trying. Sunder really, really didn’t want to die trying.

When they finally arrived at the well, Sunder stood before it, breathing quick from the rushed journey. As Nern had so eloquently put, it was quite… underwhelming. Nothing more than a simple structure, and a very claustrophobic, very dark drop to the water below. Sunder stepped forward to peer down the well, and it make her stomach jump into her throat. She wasn’t afraid of swimming, not in the least, but this was entirely different. This was black water, and maybe—hopefully—a key was down there. But knowing Oordeel, other things could be too. Sunder’s mind conjured up images of watery demons, claws and tentacles reaching from the depths to grasp her and drag her under forever. She jerked her head back, squashing the images. Stop overthinking, she chastised.

She let out a long breath as she stepped back. “What do we do now?” Red had asked. Sunder looked over the group. None of them looked like they would be overjoyed to go down the well. They were all watching it—and her—apprehensively. Sunder didn’t blame them. None of them wanted the task of descending into the well. So who should?

The answer was obvious, really, as much as Sunder hated it. It was her. She was the one who could swim, but even more than that, she was their leader—she couldn’t expect them to throw their lives on the line without proving that she would be willing to do the exact same thing for them. This wasn’t about ability… this was about setting an example.

“I’ll do it,” she said. “I brought us here. It’s only right that I should go down, and that I should pay the consequences if there is no key.” She flicked her tail, trying not to show her unease. “Plus, I can swim. I may be the best chance we have to get whatever’s down there.”

Before anyone could argue or object, she stepped up next to the well. She started taking deep breaths, oxygenating her blood so she could hold her breath longer. She fixed her friend Jace with a hard look. “Don’t let me die down there, alright?” she said, half lighthearted and half completely serious. “If I can’t claw my way out, lend a paw. And if I don’t make it…” she let the phrase hang, unsure of what else to even say. She touched her friend’s shoulder lightly with her tail. “Get to Paradise.” She looked back and nodded at the group.

And then she dove. The lightening and rain ceased, the black water engulfed her, and she was gone.