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Description
(( Sorry guys, I'll change the ref sheet name soon. I have the file saved on another computer and I can't entirely got ahold of it. ;_; ))

Name: Frog that Leaps Highest
Nickname: Frog
Age: 36 Moons (3 Years)
Gender: Male/Tom
Breed: Silver Tabby/Bengal
Tribe: Tribe of Loud Echoes
Rank: Trooper
Points: 0

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Items / Accessories: Shell necklace w/ thorns.

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Brief Personality: Frog is a fun and loving tom. He always has something on his mind, because he's either thinking about something, or trying to think of something to do for fun. Nonetheless, he is a hard working cat who gets his job done, and would do anything to protect his Clan. He is very loyal, and believes that all cats should be loyal too. He can be very curious sometimes, and his curiosity usually gets the better of him, even if its a stupid idea, or a badger is involved. He enjoys being by himself, and usually spends that tie to goof off or think. He doesn't make to many friends at first, but he tries his best. He his pretty big, and pretty brave, always trying to outdo himself, or maybe even impress everyone else. He can be a big show-off at times, but he tries not to be one. He despises ignorant/arrogant bird-brained cats who treat everyone like crap.
Brief History: He was raised by his mother Feather of Flying Bird, and doesn't remember much of his father, let alone his siblings. He doesn't entirely like getting very close to anyone after that, and blames himself for her death. He does however like making new friends. He has a brother named Hedge, and two sisters named Batwing and Serenity, but they all have gone their own ways. Before he came to the tribe seeking a new life, he was a warrior named Frogleap. His sister Batwing was the only sibling he actually got to know and see. He only spotted Hedge and Serenity once or twice, either at twoleg place or being chased out of their territory or another cats territory by a patrol. While he was a warrior, he had a mate named Softecho, who was going to deliver his kits, but soon after her pregnancy she got trapped in a small forest fire, and died, bringing his unborn kits with her.

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Relationship Meanings:
(Loathe/Despise)
(Discomfort)
(Acquaintance)
(Friend)
(Good Friend)
(Crush)
(Love)
(Respect)
(Special)
Dead

Relationships:
N/A Yet

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Tribe of Lost Skies:
Tribe of Loud Echoes: X
Tribe of Lasting Water:
Non-Tribe:

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Roleplay Example: Swiftpaw clambered up the tree, puffing as she sunk her claws into the bark. She was practicing the moves Mossblood had taught her yesterday, and to tell the truth it was rather hard when she couldn't see were she was placing her paws. She let out a wail as she crashed to the forest floor, claws stinging from clinging on to the wood. She flailed her paws and squirmed onto her belly, leaping to her paws and spitting angrily. "I'm so useless now, I might as well have died rather than Stumpypaw. I bet he could have climbed twice as good as me," she mumbled, pain suddenly gripping her heart. Stumpypaw.. She sat down, narrowing her blind eyes in pain. "StarClan.. I doubt they're even watching over me anymore," she mewed, gazing up at the sky, picturing it in her mind. "Is this what you wanted. You took so many cats, my mother, Stumpypaw, Dreampaw, and Flintpaw," she choked out, then closed her eyes, trying not to screech her anger so close to camp. Wolfpelt would hear her, then worry, and with him getting so old, he couldn't afford to worry about her. She gazed up at the tree, cold determination crossing her face. She waggled her haunches slightly. She would be made a warrior in not to long, and she had to prove to her Clan that blindness wouldn't stop her. Growling with effort, she climbed nimbly up the tree, using her paws paws to push and front paws to pull, using her light weight to her best abilities. She landed silently on the branch and crouched, then pinpointed the green scent of the ferns she'd clawed up for this training, and dropped down, thudding to the ground but letting out a squeal of surprise when she felt her claws sink into flesh, not plant and earth. She rolled off of the cat, fur prickling in shock as she scrambled to her paws. (( That was tooken from my rp website. uwu ))
Extras:
SO: Bisexual
Likes: Fish, Falcon, Mice, Humor, Fun.
Dislikes: Eagle, Obnoxiousness, Cold.

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Art and character is mine. <3

Description
(( Sorry guys, I'll change the ref sheet name soon. I have the file saved on another computer and I can't entirely got ahold of it. ;_; ))

Name: Frog that Leaps Highest
Nickname: Frog
Age: 36 Moons (3 Years)
Gender: Male/Tom
Breed: Silver Tabby/Bengal
Tribe: Tribe of Loud Echoes
Rank: Trooper
Points: 0

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Items / Accessories: Shell necklace w/ thorns.

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Brief Personality: Frog is a fun and loving tom. He always has something on his mind, because he's either thinking about something, or trying to think of something to do for fun. Nonetheless, he is a hard working cat who gets his job done, and would do anything to protect his Clan. He is very loyal, and believes that all cats should be loyal too. He can be very curious sometimes, and his curiosity usually gets the better of him, even if its a stupid idea, or a badger is involved. He enjoys being by himself, and usually spends that tie to goof off or think. He doesn't make to many friends at first, but he tries his best. He his pretty big, and pretty brave, always trying to outdo himself, or maybe even impress everyone else. He can be a big show-off at times, but he tries not to be one. He despises ignorant/arrogant bird-brained cats who treat everyone like crap.
Brief History: He was raised by his mother Feather of Flying Bird, and doesn't remember much of his father, let alone his siblings. He doesn't entirely like getting very close to anyone after that, and blames himself for her death. He does however like making new friends. He has a brother named Hedge, and two sisters named Batwing and Serenity, but they all have gone their own ways. Before he came to the tribe seeking a new life, he was a warrior named Frogleap. His sister Batwing was the only sibling he actually got to know and see. He only spotted Hedge and Serenity once or twice, either at twoleg place or being chased out of their territory or another cats territory by a patrol. While he was a warrior, he had a mate named Softecho, who was going to deliver his kits, but soon after her pregnancy she got trapped in a small forest fire, and died, bringing his unborn kits with her.

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Relationship Meanings:
(Loathe/Despise)
(Discomfort)
(Acquaintance)
(Friend)
(Good Friend)
(Crush)
(Love)
(Respect)
(Special)
Dead

Relationships:
N/A Yet

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Tribe of Lost Skies:
Tribe of Loud Echoes: X
Tribe of Lasting Water:
Non-Tribe:

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Roleplay Example: Swiftpaw clambered up the tree, puffing as she sunk her claws into the bark. She was practicing the moves Mossblood had taught her yesterday, and to tell the truth it was rather hard when she couldn't see were she was placing her paws. She let out a wail as she crashed to the forest floor, claws stinging from clinging on to the wood. She flailed her paws and squirmed onto her belly, leaping to her paws and spitting angrily. "I'm so useless now, I might as well have died rather than Stumpypaw. I bet he could have climbed twice as good as me," she mumbled, pain suddenly gripping her heart. Stumpypaw.. She sat down, narrowing her blind eyes in pain. "StarClan.. I doubt they're even watching over me anymore," she mewed, gazing up at the sky, picturing it in her mind. "Is this what you wanted. You took so many cats, my mother, Stumpypaw, Dreampaw, and Flintpaw," she choked out, then closed her eyes, trying not to screech her anger so close to camp. Wolfpelt would hear her, then worry, and with him getting so old, he couldn't afford to worry about her. She gazed up at the tree, cold determination crossing her face. She waggled her haunches slightly. She would be made a warrior in not to long, and she had to prove to her Clan that blindness wouldn't stop her. Growling with effort, she climbed nimbly up the tree, using her paws paws to push and front paws to pull, using her light weight to her best abilities. She landed silently on the branch and crouched, then pinpointed the green scent of the ferns she'd clawed up for this training, and dropped down, thudding to the ground but letting out a squeal of surprise when she felt her claws sink into flesh, not plant and earth. She rolled off of the cat, fur prickling in shock as she scrambled to her paws. (( That was tooken from my rp website. uwu ))
Extras:
SO: Bisexual
Likes: Fish, Falcon, Mice, Humor, Fun.
Dislikes: Eagle, Obnoxiousness, Cold.

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Art and character is mine. <3