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Basic Information
{ Name } Indigo | Patchedkit | Patchedpaw | Patchedgrace
{ Nicknames } Stutterpaw (Tease nickname)
{ Name Origin } Indigo | Before she was named Patchedkit, her mother, having once been a rogue, had decided to call her children rogue names, Indigo being Patchedkit's previous name. However, she reluctantly decided to give her the usual warrior name, and that's what she's known as now.

{ Prefix } Patched | The word "Patched" in Patchedgrace's name comes from the cream and brown patches on her body. This lead to her mother calling her that, because however light her markings were as a kit, the patches would stand out prominent against her other markings.
{ Suffix } Grace | The word “Grace” comes from her new found style of hunting; graceful and dainty, almost like the wind. This makes up for her stutter.{ Age } 4.5 Seasons (Years)
{ Gender } Female | She-cat
{ Sexual Orientation } Pansexual | Attracted to all genders
Demisexual | Not emotionally attached until a strong bond is formed{ Breed } Moggy | 70% Unknown . . . 30% Scottish Fold
{ Clan } WindClan
{ Blood Status } Half-Clan (Part WindClan, part rogue.){ Rank } Kit | Apprentice | Warrior

Physical Information
{ Brief Appearance }
Although she is a WindClan cat, Patchedgrace has quite a sturdy figure, though still lithe and very much suitable for running in open spaces. Her pelage is mainly an ivory colour, and she has random patches of fawn and brown on her body, the main part being her back. Her fur is more than often softer than it looks, and although the fur on her upper body is quite short, her tail is covered in medium length fluff. Her eyes are a striking light indigo colour; where she got her previous name from.

{ Other}
{ Scent } A faint fragrance of fresh morning grass, with a tinge of lavender. Other than this, she mostly smells of WindClan though.

{ Voice Actress } Lindsay Lohan ( Slightly more soft-spoken, though )

Character Information
{ Personality }
{ Positive Traits }
Nice and Understanding | Eager and Happy | Courageous and Justified
{ Nice and Understanding } "I-I know how you feel, don't w-worry."
Having lived basically her whole life so far being teased by some cats about her stutter, Patchedgrace has grown a side of her that would've not been so prominent had she not been what she was today; nice, caring, and understanding. Where one has a problem, she would always find time to listen to the cat and help him or her in any way possible. She is quick to understand one's problem, especially if that cat has a similar problem to her. She considers every cat equal, even the evil Dark Forest felines, whom she considers would've never turned out that way if only StarClan gave them a chance to prove it.

{ Eager and Happy } "W-well, what are we waiting f-for? Let's get o-on to it!"
Patched is usually very happy-go-lucky and eager; be it to please, or to help out, or for a game and usual things like hunts. She lives the "I can't wait to do this!" concept and it is somewhat a part of her already. No matter what, there would somehow always be a smile on her face each passing day, and this habit of hers usually tends to brighten up the air around her, but then again, that usually depends on the cats surrounding her. Despite what she has been through, the troubles she's faced and the cats whom she'd learned to stay away from, she still goes through the day with a spring in her step and a grin on her face.

{ Courageous and Justified } "Y-you can't do that!"
Though the little bi-coloured cat would never truly show it, Patchedgrace is actually very courageous, not exactly brave, but courageous. She would defy rules to stand up for someone, and her decisions are final, period. Without her timid nature holding her back, this side of her would most likely come out more often: either way, it still does, but in a more silent way. Aside from that, Patchedgrace would stand up for what she thinks is right, even against the Warrior Code, which most cats would find absurd.{ Negative Traits }
Stubborn and Overconfident | Shy and Self-Conscious | Stuttering and Mistrusting
{ Stubborn and Overconfident } "I'm right, and I k-know it."
Yes, the fact that Patchedgrace is usually courageous and justified is a good thing. The downside is the fact that she would sometimes take it too far and consider her actions and choices the truth. She has too high of an expectation for her decisions, and her stubbornness makes her unable to be budged off her opinion until someone with higher authority finally snaps her out of it all. She knows this part of her attitude, but she just can't help it. After all, it's who she is.

{ Shy and Self-Conscious } "H-hello...."
What keeps Patchedgrace normally off her stubborn and overconfident side is her shyness, usually preventing her from stating her real opinions out loud and only keeping it to herself and her close friends and family. She is also very self-conscious, and she's insecure about what others think of her, especially two things about her; her size and stutter. Because of this, she usually hides her true age and also tries to make up for it by excelling in her warriorhood and grooming herself often, along with her graceful hunting style.

{ Stuttering and Mistrusting } "Y-yeah right, like you r-really are from h-here."
Patchedgrace tries not to, but she unfortunately stutters too much for her own good. There's absolutely nothing she can do about it, it just came to be a while after her birth. Though she's learnt to live with it, Patchedgrace is trying her best to get rid of it, and slowly but surely, it is. She is capable of speaking smoothly, but only around the individuals she actually trusts, though. She also tends to be mistrusting of others, even if they are telling the truth, especially with cats outside of WindClan. If you manage to break through her barriers though, you'll find her to be a decent cat.{ Neutral Traits }
Flirtatious
{ Flirtatious } "Mmmm, you do look mighty dashing today."
While most wouldn't even think that Patchedgrace is flirtatious, she actually is. Although this part doesn't come out often with her shy attitude, had it not affected her, Patchedgrace's flirty personality would most likely be more evident, although it already is to the cats close to her, in the way she talks and acts. She does keep it at a lower level though; but she does flirt.{ Other Information }
{ Random }
> Quite sturdy and well-built for being a WindClan cat.
> Honestly hates the fact that she's a runt.
> Quite a good liar.
> Claustrophobic
> Knows how to swim quite well (Taught by Brightpath){ Likes }
+ Plants and flowers
+ Free and open spaces
+ Water
+ Snow fall
+ Being in the company of others.{ Dislikes }
- Bullies
- Loud noises
- Extreme heat
- Her stutter{ Brief History }
{ The start of something special... | Before her Birth }
Seasons before Patchedgrace was born, it all started with a WindClan warrior. Strong, lithe, yet young and loyal, he was known widely to his clan by the name of Hawkpool. He was another average warrior that you'd see in your daily lfe, but one day managed to change that. He was out of the camp, exploring the borders alone before he bumped into a tawny she-cat who had been exploring as well. Her name at that time of still being a rogue, was Ray. Before he knew it, Hawkpool had fallen head-over-heels for the beauiful she-cat, and over time, they would meet very frequently, even every day, and it didn't take long for Ray to get pregnant. It was, however, difficult for her, as she had no experience whatsoever in having kits, not to mention the facts that there was no Medicine Cat to aid her, and she was quite young to actually be bearing kits. Due to this, she got very sick and weak, and no matter how much Hawkpool tried to persuade her, she wouldn't budge off her rogue life. Luckily, he eventually informed her that her kits' lives depended on her getting proper herbs, medicine, and care, and she finally gave into going to WindClan. After some time she finally gave birth to four healthy kits, along with gaining a new warrior name for herself; Brightpath.

{ Score one, no, four for the wind. | Kithood }
Now, though all of her kits were healthy, there was one in particular that was smaller and weaker than the others, perhaps her growth while still unborn having been affected by her mother's late proper care. Despite this, she was healthy, and she was soon named Indigo for her bright indigo shaded eyes. Of course, most protested against this, while Ray - now Brightpath - hadn't been accustomed to clan traditions just yet, calling her kits rogue names. With a bit more persuasion on Hawkpool's side, she gave in yet again, naming Indigo "Patchedkit" instead, for the prominent patches of fawn and bronze on her pale ivory fur. At a young age, Patchedkit was, as you'd say, like any other kit. Gleeful and eager, she had quite the charm and would often play around with her dearest siblings just like any kit would. It was a while, though, before her parents realised that she was actually gaining a stutter for StarClan-knows-why. While most would say a stutter's fine, it somehow affected her outgoing attitude and made her more shy and reserved because of her inability to communicate as well as the other kits, and for the fact that several of the not-so-nice kits were teasing her for it. After a while though, she grew rather sick of the teasing and decided to have a sense of justice towards those who have been teased as well, correcting the bullies sharply whenever she managed to collect the guts to do it, which is not so often due to her shyness and self-consciousness. She did, however, gain the respect of several of the kits and slightly older apprentices for her seldomly bold and courageous acts of helping others out.

{ Something lost, never to be found. | Apprenticeship }
Of course, after several moons, Patchedkit and her siblings were finally apprenticed after what seemed to be a millennia, for little Patchedpaw, at least. She had discovered that she was way too eager, and no matter what cats would say about it being soon, she just couldn't wait and would always want it here and now. As usual, Patchedpaw gave no mind to it and simply went on with her apprenticeship. When her sister was offered a chance to move forward as a warrior early, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, which disappeared pretty soon as she reminded herself to be a good sport, and instead decided to strive harder for the title of warrior. It was on one day, one horrid day, when she was spending some training time with her sister, named Fawnpaw then, when the West border patrol, one that her father had been in, came back into the camp. Excited that Hawkpool was back, Patchedpaw trotted over eagerly, before stopping mid-way when her sister suddenly screeched. Confused, she eyed the patrol more carefully, only to see that her father wasn’t standing up proudly after a good day, or a job well done; he was on the brink of death, his body hanging limply from his scruff as another warrior held him up. With this realisation, she dashed after her sister, crying out in relief as the fact that he was still alive sunk in like a bandage to her heart.

According to the cats on the patrol, they had been patrolling normally when a fox suddenly came out and attacked Hawkpool mercilessly, explaining the horrible wounds all over his pelt. For a few days, Patchedpaw stayed nearby her father along with her family, but after a while they began to lose hope, one by one. After some time it was her, Fawnpaw and Hawkpool, and heart-broken, Patchedpaw could feel her own hope begin to slip away. Finally, she softly said to Fawnpaw, “I don’t….I-I don’t think he’s going to m-make it.” As soon as the words escaped her lips, she felt guilty and decided to let Fawnpaw stay with Hawkpool alone. She was right though, for after a day or two the warrior’s heart stopped beating, and a rebelling Fawnpaw was pulled away from the Medicine Cat den by three warriors as Patchedpaw could only watch with dry tears.

{ Once bitten, twice shy. | Warriorhood }
Soon enough, after passing her final assessment with flying colours, she was made a warrior with the name Patchedgrace. Despite the empty space in her heart, the multicoloured warrior still looked forward to each day, not looking back at the sorrowful death of her father. She'd also learn not to mind her mother, who ever since the death, had become harsh to everyone and cold-shouldering them, even her kits, who she had been kind to previously. One day, she just disappeared. No goodbyes, no last words, not even a sign of her wanting to leave in the first place. Patchedgrace didn't truly feel disappointed though; her mother was never one for clan life, rules, and traditions, and she'd suspected her way was to be free out there. Patchedgrace simply went on with clan life, striving to be the best alongside her siblings, especially Fawnflight, whom she looked up to in both awe and slight envy, but either way, everything went on okay.

More to come with roleplays.
Other
{ Family }
{ Father } Hawkpool | Warrior | WindClan (Deceased)
{ Mother } Brightpath | Warrior | WindClan (Missing)

{ Siblings }
{ Sisters }
Fawnflight | Deputy | WindClan (Alive)
{ Brothers }
Dawnfire | ??? | ???{ Relationships }
Family
Uncertainty
Acquaintance/Friend
Good friend/Best friend
Crush/Attraction
Love/Mate
Hate
Neutral

{ WindClan }

{ ThunderClan }

{ RiverClan }

{ ShadowClan }

{ SkyClan }

{ Rogues | Loners | Kittypets }

{ Roleplay Example }
RP extract.
With a light laugh, the cream apprentice dashed after Bravepaw, her teal eyes glinting in the warm afternoon sunlight. The spring breezes blew through her fur, ruffling the feathery coat on her neck as she chased the ivory apprentice. Seeing the elder grumpily peek out of the den, she smiled sheepishly as she ran and called out an apology to him in Bravepaw's place, to which he just huffed and returned to continue his slumber. Back to what she was previously doing, Featherpaw ran to the camp entrance, bustling through the tangle of lichen, deciding to just groom herself later and enjoy herself for now. Entering the darkness of the underpass, the apprentice crawled through, before squeezing her eyes shut as the brilliance of the sudden daylight caused spots to appear in her eyes. Uncaringly, Featherpaw shook away the spots and continued after Bravepaw, the sunlight setting her cream pelt aglow to an almost golden shade, her eyes gazing up at the opalescent blue sky in wonder. Catching up with the tom as she rustled through the bushes, she grinned, keeping quiet that she indeed heard his cry of being a tom.
"Well, we're here, so where would you like to go first?" she asked, her teal eyes surveying the rocky area before her, scraggly trees littering the landscape and an abundance of prey to be found if they were to be searched for. Tail curled up, she scented the warm spring air to try and catch the scent of potential edible critters around, before finding a particularly strong one in the direction of a nearby stream close to the border. The resolve in her eyes seemed to strengthen as she identified the animals. "I think there are a flock of birds in that direction, if I'm not mistaken, and maybe even some mice." the apprentice said, ears perked up and shifting ever so slightly every second or so in attentiveness. Slowly at first, she approached the area, before going into a slow trot. Smiling, she looked back at the white and gray tom, calling out lightheartedly, "I'm going here, but you're welcome to come along or hunt elsewhere!" Thinking of going first, Featherpaw took one step forward, but decided to await Bravepaw's decision in the direction he's taking, looking at him patiently.
{ Roleplay Information }
{ Availablity }
{ Chat } Not always available, ask anyway.
{ Note } Always available, just ask!
{ Skype } Always available! Skype Name | FlytedFyre

REUPLOAD

Also updated the picture since I feel like she deserves a new one for me abandoning her for a while uvu

I might redraw her application as the drawing now was intended for her as an apprentice, not a warrior. Most likely I won't~

Omaigosh, I'm finally done! I basically worked on this for the past week, and ughhh it was hard to figure everything out, jeez. But hey, I'm done! Sooo, yeah, here it is!

Patchedgrace © ~Flyted
#The-Blue-Tides © *Whitelinxanimator500
YOU MAY NOT USE THIS IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM UNLESS YOU HAVE MY GIVEN PERMISSION.

Description

#The-Blue-Tides

Basic Information
{ Name } Indigo | Patchedkit | Patchedpaw | Patchedgrace
{ Nicknames } Stutterpaw (Tease nickname)
{ Name Origin } Indigo | Before she was named Patchedkit, her mother, having once been a rogue, had decided to call her children rogue names, Indigo being Patchedkit's previous name. However, she reluctantly decided to give her the usual warrior name, and that's what she's known as now.

{ Prefix } Patched | The word "Patched" in Patchedgrace's name comes from the cream and brown patches on her body. This lead to her mother calling her that, because however light her markings were as a kit, the patches would stand out prominent against her other markings.
{ Suffix } Grace | The word “Grace” comes from her new found style of hunting; graceful and dainty, almost like the wind. This makes up for her stutter.{ Age } 4.5 Seasons (Years)
{ Gender } Female | She-cat
{ Sexual Orientation } Pansexual | Attracted to all genders
Demisexual | Not emotionally attached until a strong bond is formed{ Breed } Moggy | 70% Unknown . . . 30% Scottish Fold
{ Clan } WindClan
{ Blood Status } Half-Clan (Part WindClan, part rogue.){ Rank } Kit | Apprentice | Warrior

Physical Information
{ Brief Appearance }
Although she is a WindClan cat, Patchedgrace has quite a sturdy figure, though still lithe and very much suitable for running in open spaces. Her pelage is mainly an ivory colour, and she has random patches of fawn and brown on her body, the main part being her back. Her fur is more than often softer than it looks, and although the fur on her upper body is quite short, her tail is covered in medium length fluff. Her eyes are a striking light indigo colour; where she got her previous name from.

{ Other}
{ Scent } A faint fragrance of fresh morning grass, with a tinge of lavender. Other than this, she mostly smells of WindClan though.

{ Voice Actress } Lindsay Lohan ( Slightly more soft-spoken, though )

Character Information
{ Personality }
{ Positive Traits }
Nice and Understanding | Eager and Happy | Courageous and Justified
{ Nice and Understanding } "I-I know how you feel, don't w-worry."
Having lived basically her whole life so far being teased by some cats about her stutter, Patchedgrace has grown a side of her that would've not been so prominent had she not been what she was today; nice, caring, and understanding. Where one has a problem, she would always find time to listen to the cat and help him or her in any way possible. She is quick to understand one's problem, especially if that cat has a similar problem to her. She considers every cat equal, even the evil Dark Forest felines, whom she considers would've never turned out that way if only StarClan gave them a chance to prove it.

{ Eager and Happy } "W-well, what are we waiting f-for? Let's get o-on to it!"
Patched is usually very happy-go-lucky and eager; be it to please, or to help out, or for a game and usual things like hunts. She lives the "I can't wait to do this!" concept and it is somewhat a part of her already. No matter what, there would somehow always be a smile on her face each passing day, and this habit of hers usually tends to brighten up the air around her, but then again, that usually depends on the cats surrounding her. Despite what she has been through, the troubles she's faced and the cats whom she'd learned to stay away from, she still goes through the day with a spring in her step and a grin on her face.

{ Courageous and Justified } "Y-you can't do that!"
Though the little bi-coloured cat would never truly show it, Patchedgrace is actually very courageous, not exactly brave, but courageous. She would defy rules to stand up for someone, and her decisions are final, period. Without her timid nature holding her back, this side of her would most likely come out more often: either way, it still does, but in a more silent way. Aside from that, Patchedgrace would stand up for what she thinks is right, even against the Warrior Code, which most cats would find absurd.{ Negative Traits }
Stubborn and Overconfident | Shy and Self-Conscious | Stuttering and Mistrusting
{ Stubborn and Overconfident } "I'm right, and I k-know it."
Yes, the fact that Patchedgrace is usually courageous and justified is a good thing. The downside is the fact that she would sometimes take it too far and consider her actions and choices the truth. She has too high of an expectation for her decisions, and her stubbornness makes her unable to be budged off her opinion until someone with higher authority finally snaps her out of it all. She knows this part of her attitude, but she just can't help it. After all, it's who she is.

{ Shy and Self-Conscious } "H-hello...."
What keeps Patchedgrace normally off her stubborn and overconfident side is her shyness, usually preventing her from stating her real opinions out loud and only keeping it to herself and her close friends and family. She is also very self-conscious, and she's insecure about what others think of her, especially two things about her; her size and stutter. Because of this, she usually hides her true age and also tries to make up for it by excelling in her warriorhood and grooming herself often, along with her graceful hunting style.

{ Stuttering and Mistrusting } "Y-yeah right, like you r-really are from h-here."
Patchedgrace tries not to, but she unfortunately stutters too much for her own good. There's absolutely nothing she can do about it, it just came to be a while after her birth. Though she's learnt to live with it, Patchedgrace is trying her best to get rid of it, and slowly but surely, it is. She is capable of speaking smoothly, but only around the individuals she actually trusts, though. She also tends to be mistrusting of others, even if they are telling the truth, especially with cats outside of WindClan. If you manage to break through her barriers though, you'll find her to be a decent cat.{ Neutral Traits }
Flirtatious
{ Flirtatious } "Mmmm, you do look mighty dashing today."
While most wouldn't even think that Patchedgrace is flirtatious, she actually is. Although this part doesn't come out often with her shy attitude, had it not affected her, Patchedgrace's flirty personality would most likely be more evident, although it already is to the cats close to her, in the way she talks and acts. She does keep it at a lower level though; but she does flirt.{ Other Information }
{ Random }
> Quite sturdy and well-built for being a WindClan cat.
> Honestly hates the fact that she's a runt.
> Quite a good liar.
> Claustrophobic
> Knows how to swim quite well (Taught by Brightpath){ Likes }
+ Plants and flowers
+ Free and open spaces
+ Water
+ Snow fall
+ Being in the company of others.{ Dislikes }
- Bullies
- Loud noises
- Extreme heat
- Her stutter{ Brief History }
{ The start of something special... | Before her Birth }
Seasons before Patchedgrace was born, it all started with a WindClan warrior. Strong, lithe, yet young and loyal, he was known widely to his clan by the name of Hawkpool. He was another average warrior that you'd see in your daily lfe, but one day managed to change that. He was out of the camp, exploring the borders alone before he bumped into a tawny she-cat who had been exploring as well. Her name at that time of still being a rogue, was Ray. Before he knew it, Hawkpool had fallen head-over-heels for the beauiful she-cat, and over time, they would meet very frequently, even every day, and it didn't take long for Ray to get pregnant. It was, however, difficult for her, as she had no experience whatsoever in having kits, not to mention the facts that there was no Medicine Cat to aid her, and she was quite young to actually be bearing kits. Due to this, she got very sick and weak, and no matter how much Hawkpool tried to persuade her, she wouldn't budge off her rogue life. Luckily, he eventually informed her that her kits' lives depended on her getting proper herbs, medicine, and care, and she finally gave into going to WindClan. After some time she finally gave birth to four healthy kits, along with gaining a new warrior name for herself; Brightpath.

{ Score one, no, four for the wind. | Kithood }
Now, though all of her kits were healthy, there was one in particular that was smaller and weaker than the others, perhaps her growth while still unborn having been affected by her mother's late proper care. Despite this, she was healthy, and she was soon named Indigo for her bright indigo shaded eyes. Of course, most protested against this, while Ray - now Brightpath - hadn't been accustomed to clan traditions just yet, calling her kits rogue names. With a bit more persuasion on Hawkpool's side, she gave in yet again, naming Indigo "Patchedkit" instead, for the prominent patches of fawn and bronze on her pale ivory fur. At a young age, Patchedkit was, as you'd say, like any other kit. Gleeful and eager, she had quite the charm and would often play around with her dearest siblings just like any kit would. It was a while, though, before her parents realised that she was actually gaining a stutter for StarClan-knows-why. While most would say a stutter's fine, it somehow affected her outgoing attitude and made her more shy and reserved because of her inability to communicate as well as the other kits, and for the fact that several of the not-so-nice kits were teasing her for it. After a while though, she grew rather sick of the teasing and decided to have a sense of justice towards those who have been teased as well, correcting the bullies sharply whenever she managed to collect the guts to do it, which is not so often due to her shyness and self-consciousness. She did, however, gain the respect of several of the kits and slightly older apprentices for her seldomly bold and courageous acts of helping others out.

{ Something lost, never to be found. | Apprenticeship }
Of course, after several moons, Patchedkit and her siblings were finally apprenticed after what seemed to be a millennia, for little Patchedpaw, at least. She had discovered that she was way too eager, and no matter what cats would say about it being soon, she just couldn't wait and would always want it here and now. As usual, Patchedpaw gave no mind to it and simply went on with her apprenticeship. When her sister was offered a chance to move forward as a warrior early, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, which disappeared pretty soon as she reminded herself to be a good sport, and instead decided to strive harder for the title of warrior. It was on one day, one horrid day, when she was spending some training time with her sister, named Fawnpaw then, when the West border patrol, one that her father had been in, came back into the camp. Excited that Hawkpool was back, Patchedpaw trotted over eagerly, before stopping mid-way when her sister suddenly screeched. Confused, she eyed the patrol more carefully, only to see that her father wasn’t standing up proudly after a good day, or a job well done; he was on the brink of death, his body hanging limply from his scruff as another warrior held him up. With this realisation, she dashed after her sister, crying out in relief as the fact that he was still alive sunk in like a bandage to her heart.

According to the cats on the patrol, they had been patrolling normally when a fox suddenly came out and attacked Hawkpool mercilessly, explaining the horrible wounds all over his pelt. For a few days, Patchedpaw stayed nearby her father along with her family, but after a while they began to lose hope, one by one. After some time it was her, Fawnpaw and Hawkpool, and heart-broken, Patchedpaw could feel her own hope begin to slip away. Finally, she softly said to Fawnpaw, “I don’t….I-I don’t think he’s going to m-make it.” As soon as the words escaped her lips, she felt guilty and decided to let Fawnpaw stay with Hawkpool alone. She was right though, for after a day or two the warrior’s heart stopped beating, and a rebelling Fawnpaw was pulled away from the Medicine Cat den by three warriors as Patchedpaw could only watch with dry tears.

{ Once bitten, twice shy. | Warriorhood }
Soon enough, after passing her final assessment with flying colours, she was made a warrior with the name Patchedgrace. Despite the empty space in her heart, the multicoloured warrior still looked forward to each day, not looking back at the sorrowful death of her father. She'd also learn not to mind her mother, who ever since the death, had become harsh to everyone and cold-shouldering them, even her kits, who she had been kind to previously. One day, she just disappeared. No goodbyes, no last words, not even a sign of her wanting to leave in the first place. Patchedgrace didn't truly feel disappointed though; her mother was never one for clan life, rules, and traditions, and she'd suspected her way was to be free out there. Patchedgrace simply went on with clan life, striving to be the best alongside her siblings, especially Fawnflight, whom she looked up to in both awe and slight envy, but either way, everything went on okay.

More to come with roleplays.
Other
{ Family }
{ Father } Hawkpool | Warrior | WindClan (Deceased)
{ Mother } Brightpath | Warrior | WindClan (Missing)

{ Siblings }
{ Sisters }
Fawnflight | Deputy | WindClan (Alive)
{ Brothers }
Dawnfire | ??? | ???{ Relationships }
Family
Uncertainty
Acquaintance/Friend
Good friend/Best friend
Crush/Attraction
Love/Mate
Hate
Neutral

{ WindClan }

{ ThunderClan }

{ RiverClan }

{ ShadowClan }

{ SkyClan }

{ Rogues | Loners | Kittypets }

{ Roleplay Example }
RP extract.
With a light laugh, the cream apprentice dashed after Bravepaw, her teal eyes glinting in the warm afternoon sunlight. The spring breezes blew through her fur, ruffling the feathery coat on her neck as she chased the ivory apprentice. Seeing the elder grumpily peek out of the den, she smiled sheepishly as she ran and called out an apology to him in Bravepaw's place, to which he just huffed and returned to continue his slumber. Back to what she was previously doing, Featherpaw ran to the camp entrance, bustling through the tangle of lichen, deciding to just groom herself later and enjoy herself for now. Entering the darkness of the underpass, the apprentice crawled through, before squeezing her eyes shut as the brilliance of the sudden daylight caused spots to appear in her eyes. Uncaringly, Featherpaw shook away the spots and continued after Bravepaw, the sunlight setting her cream pelt aglow to an almost golden shade, her eyes gazing up at the opalescent blue sky in wonder. Catching up with the tom as she rustled through the bushes, she grinned, keeping quiet that she indeed heard his cry of being a tom.
"Well, we're here, so where would you like to go first?" she asked, her teal eyes surveying the rocky area before her, scraggly trees littering the landscape and an abundance of prey to be found if they were to be searched for. Tail curled up, she scented the warm spring air to try and catch the scent of potential edible critters around, before finding a particularly strong one in the direction of a nearby stream close to the border. The resolve in her eyes seemed to strengthen as she identified the animals. "I think there are a flock of birds in that direction, if I'm not mistaken, and maybe even some mice." the apprentice said, ears perked up and shifting ever so slightly every second or so in attentiveness. Slowly at first, she approached the area, before going into a slow trot. Smiling, she looked back at the white and gray tom, calling out lightheartedly, "I'm going here, but you're welcome to come along or hunt elsewhere!" Thinking of going first, Featherpaw took one step forward, but decided to await Bravepaw's decision in the direction he's taking, looking at him patiently.
{ Roleplay Information }
{ Availablity }
{ Chat } Not always available, ask anyway.
{ Note } Always available, just ask!
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REUPLOAD

Also updated the picture since I feel like she deserves a new one for me abandoning her for a while uvu

I might redraw her application as the drawing now was intended for her as an apprentice, not a warrior. Most likely I won't~

Omaigosh, I'm finally done! I basically worked on this for the past week, and ughhh it was hard to figure everything out, jeez. But hey, I'm done! Sooo, yeah, here it is!

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