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Description

[Name]
Sugarkit|Sugarpaw|Sugarsteps

[Clan]
Windclan

[Sex]
She-cat

[Orientation]
Bi-Sexual {Honestly doesn't care, though she leans a little more towards toms}

[ Age]
Start| 8 moons
Current| 9 moons

[Position]
Apprentice

[Join Date]
4 moons

[Heritage]
Aegean cat X American Shorthair

General Information

Personality

[Curious | Stubborn | Sarcastic | Determined | Proud | Soft-Sided]

[ Curious ]
"C'mon, it's not like you haven't bugged the elders when you were an apprentice, just answer me" ||
Sugarpaw has this never ending curiosity, there’s not one thing that she doesn’t know, or what she would like to think that she knows. The young apprentice has grown into the habit of spending her late afternoons in the elders den, or listening to stories from the older warriors, trying to withhold as much information as she can. Sugarpaw is never satisfied, she’ll always go searching for more, if she feels that the information she’s getting , is wrong, then she’ll dig a lot deeper which usually gets herself or her brothers into trouble.

As Sugarpaw grows older, she will lose her curiosity for things, though there will be that thought in the back of her head that will make sure that she will ask questions to understand the true meaning of becoming a warrior.

[ Stubborn ]
"Hmph, no, I don't feel like it" ||
There are just some days when Sugarpaw will just like to frustrate others with her hot-headed, stubborn attitude. Sugarpaw's mother could easily see that her daughter gets her stubborn attitude from her father. Since Sugarpaw is a young she-cat going through those usual she-cat temperamental changes, it's normal for her to act the way she does, who know, as time goes by, maybe this she-cat'll soften up a little bit, of course with a few mental break downs here and there.

Sugarpaw will never lose her stubornness, she believes it her strongest point, without it she'd be nothing but a hot mess for toms and she-cats to laugh at.

[ Sarcastic ]
"Oh yeah sure, I'd love to go out on a time consuming hunt with you," ||
Sugarpaw never had the sense of humor that her brothers had, her humor was a little harsh. Truthfully Sugarpaw does want to loosen up a little, but, she just wants to focus on her main goal, her one, main goal. To become a warrior and make her clan proud. She doesn't have time for all that senseless fun, though she never likes to burst out "No I can't hang out with you today," She would rather say, "Oh surrreeee, I love to" Then pad away, into the sunset.

Her sarcasim is something Sugarpaw enjoys, she likes to see how stupid others can really be; if her sarcasm is so intense others will actually think that she is horribly stupid.

[ Determined ]
"I promise to be the best warrior you've ever seen" ||
There is nothing that can stand in Sugarpaw's way of becoming a full warrior of Windclan. She will do what it takes, pushing herself to the limits where she can't stand, or until she gets a minor injury. Sugarpaw is willing to wake up early, do the little apprentice duties that no one else likes to do; going out on patrols, scanning the territory for intruders. If one cat that isn't from Windclan, steps one toe into Windclan territory, Sugarpaw will be willing to fight them off.

Sugarpaw's determination is like a burning flame that doesn't seem to burn out from her heart. If there is something she wants she will do everything she can to get it.

[ Proud ]
"Don't call me Sugar, I'm not your 'Sugar'" ||
Without the knowledge of her real father; believing that he was a strong warrior that died in battle, Sugarpaw is known to be a very proud Windclan apprentice. She doesn't take smack from any-cat. Sugarpaw also takes pride in her name, don't think because her name is 'Sugar' makes her sweet. She expects all cats to address her by her full apprentice name, no nicknames, or shortening it. The only cats that are able to give her a nickname without getting maimed would be her siblings.

[ Soft-sided ]
"Aye, You'll do great, now stop fidgeting" ||
Putting all her hard kitty aside, Sugarpaw does have a slight soft side to her, she hates showing it, but sometimes she just can't help but to feel sorry for others. Sugarpaw will refuse to help others, but, when there are tears and whimpering, it's like a claw to the heart for this she-cat. Puppy eyes are Sugarpaw's kryptonite, one thing that she can't wriggle out of.

History

Kithood-

The usual story goes around, two young cats, love at first sight, settling down and raising a family. Sugar's parents, were kittypets, both living on the same street, a few houses down from each other. Lilac; Sugar's mother, was a two year old cat, just day dreaming of the day she would fall in love, her twolegs would read stories to their children about love, and all the classic fairytales. They had been doing so since Lilac was a kit. One night, when Lilac snuck out, she sat on her fence and as she turned her head she could see a tom cat, not too far from where she was, staring back at her. His name was Tommy, a plain black and brown cat, with darling blue eyes. Lilac felt like the heavens had answered her prayers. Since that night on, Lilac would visit Tommy most nights, laying in a grass patch outside the fence talking till dawn. One clouded night, the two decided that they were to be official, they wanted to start a family. Whilst Lilac was in heat, Tommy wasn't so sure at first, but he loved Lilac dearly, and starting a family would mean to spend even more time with her.

As the weeks went by Lilac was starting to get a lot bigger, it didn't take long for her twolegs to realize that she was pregnant with kits. As she went into labor Tommy jumped the fences and sat at the front door clawing at it. He wanted too make sure that his mate was okay. The female twoleg let Tommy in and instantly knew that this was the father of the kits that her darling cat was giving birth to.

There were four kittens, two toms, and two she-cats. It was the male twoleg that suggested the name for the she-cat, 'Sugar' because she was a brown cat, and her pelt looked like the brown sugar that they would stir in their coffee. The toms, were named Slick and Mitchel. Though, the other female, was never given a name.

As the kits grew older, they were told that it was normal for them to be leaving the warmth of their mother, that they were to be given away as pets for other young twolegs, but Tommy didn't like the idea, the two parents fought about it, it then came to the conclusion that Tommy would take the kits away with him, he had heard that there were forest cats out and about, they were strong, and would be great protection for his kits, if they didn't claw his throat out first. Tommy knew, that without a doubt his kits would grow into strong adults.

Apprenticeship-

As the moons went on, Sugar then became Sugarkit, which then became Sugarpaw. The she-cat never fully understood the true meaning of Starclan, or the Dark forest. She just believed to survive the harshness of the forest, she had to become better than everyone else. Not knowing the full importance of being loyal to Starclan, Sugarpaw tended to disobey. Getting into trouble never phased her.
It was just the way of life, as she grew to live to the current time, Sugarpaw became a little more respectable for the warrior code and towards the clans. She had that hint of rebelliousness about her.

Now that she is of age; 9 moons. Sugarpaw looks forward to gaining her full title as a warrior of Windclan, though the one thing she isn't looking forward to would have to be having to have kits. She just wants to have a good time with the life she's got, after all, she's not a leader, therefore, she only lives once.

The apprentice might have a change of heart, to learn to love, and learn to respect others a little more, but until then, Sugarpaw will just be one sassy fluff ball of sass.

-Want to Role-play and get into her history? Hit me a note or skype me-

Warrior - To be fulfilled

Additional/Extra Information

Quotes

"You don't need a pretty face to be beautiful, you need the brains of a leader"
"Why bother holding in your anger when you can talk back with sass?"
"Names Sugarpaw, no there isn't any sugar on my paws,"
"Kid, your dreams aren't big enough, dream up something that's impossible so it can become possible"
"If I had to wait with you forever, you better be packing fresh kill with you"

[Likes]

Sunbaking
Hunts
Nursery tales
The smell of rain
The taste of fresh kill on an empty stomach

[Dislikes]

Hunger
Having to hiss
Running long distances
Showing fear
Getting her fur wet

Relationships

:: Dislike/Loathe
:: Neutral/Acquaintance
:: Friend
:: Good Friend
:: Attraction/Crush
:: Love/Mate
:: Admire/Respect/Special
:: Family

{Mother|Lilac}|???|- /
{Father|Tommy}|???|- /
{Brothers|???paw|???paw}|Alive|- /
{Sister|Petalpaw}-|Alive|- /

Windclan

{Leader|Windstar| *whospeakspizza }-

{Deputy|Kestrelfire| :dev:}

Riverclan
{To Come}

SkyClan
{To Come}

ShadowClan
{To Come}

ThunderClan
{To Come}

The Cause
{To Come}

Outsiders/Kittypets
{To Come}

Stats and Points

W.I.P

Example

TDC
A creamed toed cat rested her paw on the sand and slowly lifted her head towards the dim light of the sun, the winds blew across her face, strong yet calming winds to her. Her blue eyes opened and scanned the beach, she went by the name of Butterflypaw. Butterflypaw felt the need to think for a while, just to listen to the sand crumble underneath the salty water of the beach. A smile formed on her face as she smelt the familiar scents of her surroundings, "One day, I'll make Sharkclan proud" She mewed. Butterflypaw knew that Sharkclan hadn't been doing so well lately, and she wanted to do something about it, ever since she became an apprentice, her goal seemed to be getting closer and closer. The multi-coloured she-cat hopped up and walked along the beach, up and down, feeling the water at her paws the apprentice broke out in a sprint, water splashing behind her as she dashed. 'They will know my name' She thought with a smile.

COI-
The past few weeks had been frustrating for Flight, she couldn’t do anything right. Pacing herself around her room her tail lashed behind her, her ears flattening themselves against her head. Looking out her window she tsked and thought of how stupid this scene would have looked from someone else’s point of view. She had been so pissed off lately. After getting beaten by at least five girls, Flight growled and placed a hand over the four scars she had just by the middle of her face. Flight then ran hands through her hair and bent down to grab her skateboard from under her bed. Taking her favourite cap from the door knob, and grabbing her bag of spray cans. Flight set off. pushing down on the cobble she glided through the streets. But it wasn’t gracefully, she caused a public disturbance, taking sharp turns and scaring people by attempting to head straight for them. Quickly getting a black spray can from her bag she pressed down on the lid and watched the paint fly through the air and onto the brick walls. Flight had already gotten in trouble with Jay for doing this, and she knew that she’d have to clean it up later. But right now she was pissed off and that didn’t seem to register in her mind, so Flight continued.

MT-
"There's nothing better than sitting on the cold, dirty, street floor of good ol' London town" Beil muttered to herself, as her fluffy white tail twitched against the concrete and her long ears drooping against the sides of her face. She stretched and picked up her very worn bag of sticks with bits of cloth on the ends to set a light, hopefully she was able to make some coins today, maybe even able to buy a loaf of bread for herself. "Right. Lets get to work" Walking off into the small town she found a nice place to grab some attention. Beil set up her things. The cloth that she placed on the floor and her sticks. Grabbing the match box from the bottom of her bag, she pinched at a match stick and slowly pulled it out, stroking it against the flint of the box and watching the small flame spark. Beil grinned and held up one of her sticks, it looked small enough for a rabbit to hold. "3, 2, 1.." The flame lit up insantly as she put it against the cloth on top of the stick, once it was lit Beil threw the stick into the air, shook the match to put out the light and quickly morphed into a small white rabbit. She leaped into the air and caught the flaming stick in her small jaw, and came down with the flames leaving orange and yellow trails behind her. "This is how I start my day" She muttered as the sticks shifted with each word that came out of her mouth. Once all four paws were on the floor mat, Beil hopped from each corner making flaming shapes and creating heat with the flames, jumping and twirling perhaps even dancing in a way. Beil attracted some attention, this made her grin happily. Quickly grabbing some bits of oil from her bag and dipping the unlit end of her stick into the oil, then using a match to set that side a light. Now with both sides on fire she got onto her hind paws and tossed the stick into the air and jumped forward into the crowd yanking off someones belt that held up their pants and used that as a lasso to grab her stick and to start twirling it in circles. Aside from the person she stole the belt from, Beil gained claps and cheers. To her the applaud was great, but the small amount of coins she gained was better.

I love my Sugarbabe <3

So here she is in all her glory.

Description

[Name]
Sugarkit|Sugarpaw|Sugarsteps

[Clan]
Windclan

[Sex]
She-cat

[Orientation]
Bi-Sexual {Honestly doesn't care, though she leans a little more towards toms}

[ Age]
Start| 8 moons
Current| 9 moons

[Position]
Apprentice

[Join Date]
4 moons

[Heritage]
Aegean cat X American Shorthair

General Information

Personality

[Curious | Stubborn | Sarcastic | Determined | Proud | Soft-Sided]

[ Curious ]
"C'mon, it's not like you haven't bugged the elders when you were an apprentice, just answer me" ||
Sugarpaw has this never ending curiosity, there’s not one thing that she doesn’t know, or what she would like to think that she knows. The young apprentice has grown into the habit of spending her late afternoons in the elders den, or listening to stories from the older warriors, trying to withhold as much information as she can. Sugarpaw is never satisfied, she’ll always go searching for more, if she feels that the information she’s getting , is wrong, then she’ll dig a lot deeper which usually gets herself or her brothers into trouble.

As Sugarpaw grows older, she will lose her curiosity for things, though there will be that thought in the back of her head that will make sure that she will ask questions to understand the true meaning of becoming a warrior.

[ Stubborn ]
"Hmph, no, I don't feel like it" ||
There are just some days when Sugarpaw will just like to frustrate others with her hot-headed, stubborn attitude. Sugarpaw's mother could easily see that her daughter gets her stubborn attitude from her father. Since Sugarpaw is a young she-cat going through those usual she-cat temperamental changes, it's normal for her to act the way she does, who know, as time goes by, maybe this she-cat'll soften up a little bit, of course with a few mental break downs here and there.

Sugarpaw will never lose her stubornness, she believes it her strongest point, without it she'd be nothing but a hot mess for toms and she-cats to laugh at.

[ Sarcastic ]
"Oh yeah sure, I'd love to go out on a time consuming hunt with you," ||
Sugarpaw never had the sense of humor that her brothers had, her humor was a little harsh. Truthfully Sugarpaw does want to loosen up a little, but, she just wants to focus on her main goal, her one, main goal. To become a warrior and make her clan proud. She doesn't have time for all that senseless fun, though she never likes to burst out "No I can't hang out with you today," She would rather say, "Oh surrreeee, I love to" Then pad away, into the sunset.

Her sarcasim is something Sugarpaw enjoys, she likes to see how stupid others can really be; if her sarcasm is so intense others will actually think that she is horribly stupid.

[ Determined ]
"I promise to be the best warrior you've ever seen" ||
There is nothing that can stand in Sugarpaw's way of becoming a full warrior of Windclan. She will do what it takes, pushing herself to the limits where she can't stand, or until she gets a minor injury. Sugarpaw is willing to wake up early, do the little apprentice duties that no one else likes to do; going out on patrols, scanning the territory for intruders. If one cat that isn't from Windclan, steps one toe into Windclan territory, Sugarpaw will be willing to fight them off.

Sugarpaw's determination is like a burning flame that doesn't seem to burn out from her heart. If there is something she wants she will do everything she can to get it.

[ Proud ]
"Don't call me Sugar, I'm not your 'Sugar'" ||
Without the knowledge of her real father; believing that he was a strong warrior that died in battle, Sugarpaw is known to be a very proud Windclan apprentice. She doesn't take smack from any-cat. Sugarpaw also takes pride in her name, don't think because her name is 'Sugar' makes her sweet. She expects all cats to address her by her full apprentice name, no nicknames, or shortening it. The only cats that are able to give her a nickname without getting maimed would be her siblings.

[ Soft-sided ]
"Aye, You'll do great, now stop fidgeting" ||
Putting all her hard kitty aside, Sugarpaw does have a slight soft side to her, she hates showing it, but sometimes she just can't help but to feel sorry for others. Sugarpaw will refuse to help others, but, when there are tears and whimpering, it's like a claw to the heart for this she-cat. Puppy eyes are Sugarpaw's kryptonite, one thing that she can't wriggle out of.

History

Kithood-

The usual story goes around, two young cats, love at first sight, settling down and raising a family. Sugar's parents, were kittypets, both living on the same street, a few houses down from each other. Lilac; Sugar's mother, was a two year old cat, just day dreaming of the day she would fall in love, her twolegs would read stories to their children about love, and all the classic fairytales. They had been doing so since Lilac was a kit. One night, when Lilac snuck out, she sat on her fence and as she turned her head she could see a tom cat, not too far from where she was, staring back at her. His name was Tommy, a plain black and brown cat, with darling blue eyes. Lilac felt like the heavens had answered her prayers. Since that night on, Lilac would visit Tommy most nights, laying in a grass patch outside the fence talking till dawn. One clouded night, the two decided that they were to be official, they wanted to start a family. Whilst Lilac was in heat, Tommy wasn't so sure at first, but he loved Lilac dearly, and starting a family would mean to spend even more time with her.

As the weeks went by Lilac was starting to get a lot bigger, it didn't take long for her twolegs to realize that she was pregnant with kits. As she went into labor Tommy jumped the fences and sat at the front door clawing at it. He wanted too make sure that his mate was okay. The female twoleg let Tommy in and instantly knew that this was the father of the kits that her darling cat was giving birth to.

There were four kittens, two toms, and two she-cats. It was the male twoleg that suggested the name for the she-cat, 'Sugar' because she was a brown cat, and her pelt looked like the brown sugar that they would stir in their coffee. The toms, were named Slick and Mitchel. Though, the other female, was never given a name.

As the kits grew older, they were told that it was normal for them to be leaving the warmth of their mother, that they were to be given away as pets for other young twolegs, but Tommy didn't like the idea, the two parents fought about it, it then came to the conclusion that Tommy would take the kits away with him, he had heard that there were forest cats out and about, they were strong, and would be great protection for his kits, if they didn't claw his throat out first. Tommy knew, that without a doubt his kits would grow into strong adults.

Apprenticeship-

As the moons went on, Sugar then became Sugarkit, which then became Sugarpaw. The she-cat never fully understood the true meaning of Starclan, or the Dark forest. She just believed to survive the harshness of the forest, she had to become better than everyone else. Not knowing the full importance of being loyal to Starclan, Sugarpaw tended to disobey. Getting into trouble never phased her.
It was just the way of life, as she grew to live to the current time, Sugarpaw became a little more respectable for the warrior code and towards the clans. She had that hint of rebelliousness about her.

Now that she is of age; 9 moons. Sugarpaw looks forward to gaining her full title as a warrior of Windclan, though the one thing she isn't looking forward to would have to be having to have kits. She just wants to have a good time with the life she's got, after all, she's not a leader, therefore, she only lives once.

The apprentice might have a change of heart, to learn to love, and learn to respect others a little more, but until then, Sugarpaw will just be one sassy fluff ball of sass.

-Want to Role-play and get into her history? Hit me a note or skype me-

Warrior - To be fulfilled

Additional/Extra Information

Quotes

"You don't need a pretty face to be beautiful, you need the brains of a leader"
"Why bother holding in your anger when you can talk back with sass?"
"Names Sugarpaw, no there isn't any sugar on my paws,"
"Kid, your dreams aren't big enough, dream up something that's impossible so it can become possible"
"If I had to wait with you forever, you better be packing fresh kill with you"

[Likes]

Sunbaking
Hunts
Nursery tales
The smell of rain
The taste of fresh kill on an empty stomach

[Dislikes]

Hunger
Having to hiss
Running long distances
Showing fear
Getting her fur wet

Relationships

:: Dislike/Loathe
:: Neutral/Acquaintance
:: Friend
:: Good Friend
:: Attraction/Crush
:: Love/Mate
:: Admire/Respect/Special
:: Family

{Mother|Lilac}|???|- /
{Father|Tommy}|???|- /
{Brothers|???paw|???paw}|Alive|- /
{Sister|Petalpaw}-|Alive|- /

Windclan

{Leader|Windstar| *whospeakspizza }-

{Deputy|Kestrelfire| :dev:}

Riverclan
{To Come}

SkyClan
{To Come}

ShadowClan
{To Come}

ThunderClan
{To Come}

The Cause
{To Come}

Outsiders/Kittypets
{To Come}

Stats and Points

W.I.P

Example

TDC
A creamed toed cat rested her paw on the sand and slowly lifted her head towards the dim light of the sun, the winds blew across her face, strong yet calming winds to her. Her blue eyes opened and scanned the beach, she went by the name of Butterflypaw. Butterflypaw felt the need to think for a while, just to listen to the sand crumble underneath the salty water of the beach. A smile formed on her face as she smelt the familiar scents of her surroundings, "One day, I'll make Sharkclan proud" She mewed. Butterflypaw knew that Sharkclan hadn't been doing so well lately, and she wanted to do something about it, ever since she became an apprentice, her goal seemed to be getting closer and closer. The multi-coloured she-cat hopped up and walked along the beach, up and down, feeling the water at her paws the apprentice broke out in a sprint, water splashing behind her as she dashed. 'They will know my name' She thought with a smile.

COI-
The past few weeks had been frustrating for Flight, she couldn’t do anything right. Pacing herself around her room her tail lashed behind her, her ears flattening themselves against her head. Looking out her window she tsked and thought of how stupid this scene would have looked from someone else’s point of view. She had been so pissed off lately. After getting beaten by at least five girls, Flight growled and placed a hand over the four scars she had just by the middle of her face. Flight then ran hands through her hair and bent down to grab her skateboard from under her bed. Taking her favourite cap from the door knob, and grabbing her bag of spray cans. Flight set off. pushing down on the cobble she glided through the streets. But it wasn’t gracefully, she caused a public disturbance, taking sharp turns and scaring people by attempting to head straight for them. Quickly getting a black spray can from her bag she pressed down on the lid and watched the paint fly through the air and onto the brick walls. Flight had already gotten in trouble with Jay for doing this, and she knew that she’d have to clean it up later. But right now she was pissed off and that didn’t seem to register in her mind, so Flight continued.

MT-
"There's nothing better than sitting on the cold, dirty, street floor of good ol' London town" Beil muttered to herself, as her fluffy white tail twitched against the concrete and her long ears drooping against the sides of her face. She stretched and picked up her very worn bag of sticks with bits of cloth on the ends to set a light, hopefully she was able to make some coins today, maybe even able to buy a loaf of bread for herself. "Right. Lets get to work" Walking off into the small town she found a nice place to grab some attention. Beil set up her things. The cloth that she placed on the floor and her sticks. Grabbing the match box from the bottom of her bag, she pinched at a match stick and slowly pulled it out, stroking it against the flint of the box and watching the small flame spark. Beil grinned and held up one of her sticks, it looked small enough for a rabbit to hold. "3, 2, 1.." The flame lit up insantly as she put it against the cloth on top of the stick, once it was lit Beil threw the stick into the air, shook the match to put out the light and quickly morphed into a small white rabbit. She leaped into the air and caught the flaming stick in her small jaw, and came down with the flames leaving orange and yellow trails behind her. "This is how I start my day" She muttered as the sticks shifted with each word that came out of her mouth. Once all four paws were on the floor mat, Beil hopped from each corner making flaming shapes and creating heat with the flames, jumping and twirling perhaps even dancing in a way. Beil attracted some attention, this made her grin happily. Quickly grabbing some bits of oil from her bag and dipping the unlit end of her stick into the oil, then using a match to set that side a light. Now with both sides on fire she got onto her hind paws and tossed the stick into the air and jumped forward into the crowd yanking off someones belt that held up their pants and used that as a lasso to grab her stick and to start twirling it in circles. Aside from the person she stole the belt from, Beil gained claps and cheers. To her the applaud was great, but the small amount of coins she gained was better.

I love my Sugarbabe <3

So here she is in all her glory.