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Description
Because my other app was rejected but thats what I get for applying for the most popular spot

Name: Bogar ((Bow-Gar))
Kit-Name: Beetle
Gender: Male
Breed: Mix
Age: 6 moons
Profession: Warrior Apprentice
Abilities: Move a rock!|Pushing Boulders 1
Personality and Traits:
Italics for good traits
Bold for bad traits

Forgetful:Bogar can never remember anything; names, locations, what he ate yesterday, even pieces from his past as a rogue kit. He needs a patient mentor to teach him in a way he wont forget fast.

Instinctive/Impulsive: Even though Bogar can't remember the technical stuff, he has strong instincts. He may not remember a face and a name, he can tell who is good and who is evil. He knows where to move and strike in battle, even if he couldn't tell you the name of the move or what he was doing. He also has a strong sense of justice, and can easily tell whats right from wrong, and when someone is doing something wrong.

Fearful: Bogar is literally a "scaredy-cat." He's afraid of most things; snakes, wild dogs, demons, death, and many other things. Instead of panicing when he's afraid, he freezes up.

Kind-hearted: Bogar is one of those cats that is always there for others, even if he dislikes them. He hate's seeing any cat upset or depressed and will do what he can to comfort them.

Bulky: Though he may not look it with his shaggy fur and scrawny appearance, Bogar is a thick cat that can take hits for days. Well, not literally, but most blows, especially blunt ones, will hurt him, but not stun or stagger him.

Clumsy: Bogar is known among fellow apprentices as being the most clumsy student. He trips over rocks, grass tufts, even his own paws. This is probably due to being slow and not knowing where hes placing his paws.

Fatherly: One thing Bogar wants most in life is to be a father. He absolutely loves kits and would gladly look after and play with the young cats of the tribe any day.

Stutterer: When Bogar is nervous or over-excited, he has a bad stutter. He has learned to control it during every-day conversations and in important situations, but every once in a while, the stutter will come out.

Backstory:
Bogar was born to a rogue couple who were exiled from the tribes for refusing to fight in the first war. Though he doesn't remember it, when he was only two moons old Bogar was rough-playing with an older litter mate and was pushed, hard, into a large rock, hitting his head. This has caused him to have a bad memory and poor communication skills. Since that day, his mother kept him close to her and babied him. She told him grand stories of the ancient cat tribes who had magical abilities, of course, never letting him know why she left. Bogar was deeply fascinated by the tales of spirits and how his ancestors of the Fire-tribe could conjure walls of fire and spit flames like angry stars. He wondered if he secretly had a hidden power locked inside him from long ago. Bogar's mother was hesitant to bring him back to the tribes when the rogues began to spread back through the territories, fearing how his brain damage might affect his training. Bogar however, insisted he go meet the brave spirit warriors he often would dream about at night. He wanted to be one of them, to prove that he was as strong as everyone else. He was sent to live with the Earth tribe, the spirits identifying his inner strength, something he has yet to unlock within himself.

RP Example(From an old site I am no longer a part of [but wish to be]. Includes two of my favourite characters I've had[Both RPd by me] to their mate and mother):
Silent paw-steps thumped on the soft grass of the moors as a tall, scrawny, hungry calico slid from the shadows of the forest behind him. Next to him, a small cream-coloured tom crouched, scanning the familiar, yet foreign territory with his one good, green eye. The smaller tom glanced up at the calico who looked back silently. The calico flicked his spotted tail sadly, but his eyes were watering with happiness. They were home. After moons being captured by the rogues, they were finally here. A rustle in the grass nearby snapped at their attention, and the two toms slid quickly into the shadows of a looming boulder a few fox-lengths away. Voices could be heard through the dense grass and the two outcasts stained to hear them. They sounded....like....she-cats. Two of them, their voices similar as well. Both silky-smooth and beautiful. Another rustle sounded as one of the she-cats began walking away. Through the green grass, the toms could just barely spot feathery black fur padding away toward the camp. Shrinking into the earth, the two toms held their breath, listening for the remaining clan-cat. They could hear her slowly move toward them, then stop abruptly. The calico dared peer over the grass and caught sight of her. Her coat was fluffy and cream-coloured, with a brown mask. The calico tom's heart soared; it was his mate! "H-Hazelfeather?...." he whispered. Beside him, the smaller tom pricked his ears, "Momma?"

Description
Because my other app was rejected but thats what I get for applying for the most popular spot

Name: Bogar ((Bow-Gar))
Kit-Name: Beetle
Gender: Male
Breed: Mix
Age: 6 moons
Profession: Warrior Apprentice
Abilities: Move a rock!|Pushing Boulders 1
Personality and Traits:
Italics for good traits
Bold for bad traits

Forgetful:Bogar can never remember anything; names, locations, what he ate yesterday, even pieces from his past as a rogue kit. He needs a patient mentor to teach him in a way he wont forget fast.

Instinctive/Impulsive: Even though Bogar can't remember the technical stuff, he has strong instincts. He may not remember a face and a name, he can tell who is good and who is evil. He knows where to move and strike in battle, even if he couldn't tell you the name of the move or what he was doing. He also has a strong sense of justice, and can easily tell whats right from wrong, and when someone is doing something wrong.

Fearful: Bogar is literally a "scaredy-cat." He's afraid of most things; snakes, wild dogs, demons, death, and many other things. Instead of panicing when he's afraid, he freezes up.

Kind-hearted: Bogar is one of those cats that is always there for others, even if he dislikes them. He hate's seeing any cat upset or depressed and will do what he can to comfort them.

Bulky: Though he may not look it with his shaggy fur and scrawny appearance, Bogar is a thick cat that can take hits for days. Well, not literally, but most blows, especially blunt ones, will hurt him, but not stun or stagger him.

Clumsy: Bogar is known among fellow apprentices as being the most clumsy student. He trips over rocks, grass tufts, even his own paws. This is probably due to being slow and not knowing where hes placing his paws.

Fatherly: One thing Bogar wants most in life is to be a father. He absolutely loves kits and would gladly look after and play with the young cats of the tribe any day.

Stutterer: When Bogar is nervous or over-excited, he has a bad stutter. He has learned to control it during every-day conversations and in important situations, but every once in a while, the stutter will come out.

Backstory:
Bogar was born to a rogue couple who were exiled from the tribes for refusing to fight in the first war. Though he doesn't remember it, when he was only two moons old Bogar was rough-playing with an older litter mate and was pushed, hard, into a large rock, hitting his head. This has caused him to have a bad memory and poor communication skills. Since that day, his mother kept him close to her and babied him. She told him grand stories of the ancient cat tribes who had magical abilities, of course, never letting him know why she left. Bogar was deeply fascinated by the tales of spirits and how his ancestors of the Fire-tribe could conjure walls of fire and spit flames like angry stars. He wondered if he secretly had a hidden power locked inside him from long ago. Bogar's mother was hesitant to bring him back to the tribes when the rogues began to spread back through the territories, fearing how his brain damage might affect his training. Bogar however, insisted he go meet the brave spirit warriors he often would dream about at night. He wanted to be one of them, to prove that he was as strong as everyone else. He was sent to live with the Earth tribe, the spirits identifying his inner strength, something he has yet to unlock within himself.

RP Example(From an old site I am no longer a part of [but wish to be]. Includes two of my favourite characters I've had[Both RPd by me] to their mate and mother):
Silent paw-steps thumped on the soft grass of the moors as a tall, scrawny, hungry calico slid from the shadows of the forest behind him. Next to him, a small cream-coloured tom crouched, scanning the familiar, yet foreign territory with his one good, green eye. The smaller tom glanced up at the calico who looked back silently. The calico flicked his spotted tail sadly, but his eyes were watering with happiness. They were home. After moons being captured by the rogues, they were finally here. A rustle in the grass nearby snapped at their attention, and the two toms slid quickly into the shadows of a looming boulder a few fox-lengths away. Voices could be heard through the dense grass and the two outcasts stained to hear them. They sounded....like....she-cats. Two of them, their voices similar as well. Both silky-smooth and beautiful. Another rustle sounded as one of the she-cats began walking away. Through the green grass, the toms could just barely spot feathery black fur padding away toward the camp. Shrinking into the earth, the two toms held their breath, listening for the remaining clan-cat. They could hear her slowly move toward them, then stop abruptly. The calico dared peer over the grass and caught sight of her. Her coat was fluffy and cream-coloured, with a brown mask. The calico tom's heart soared; it was his mate! "H-Hazelfeather?...." he whispered. Beside him, the smaller tom pricked his ears, "Momma?"