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I Hope her history is ok! If not, ill change it! I just wanted something different

Name(s): Belle| Cricketpaw Cricketchirp

Name Breakdown

Belle: Named for the way her voice sounded like a tiny bell being rang whenever she would speak.

Cricket: Prefix given for the coloring of her coat, and the way she seemed to leap out of the way when startled, which was often.

Chirp Suffix given for her high, almost bird like voice. Sounding more like a cricket chirp when she speaks than a cat. Also given for the irony that she’s mostly always silent. Like a quiet night when all you can hear is cricketchirps.

Appearance : Cricketchirp is a dainty she-cat, being just a bit taller than the average apprentice. Her paws are very small, and her legs are quite long, making her swift and agile. Her dark grey coat is medium in length, keeping her warm in the winter, but she has to take things easy in the summer as to not over heat. Her tail is long and thick, due to the selective breeding that took place at her kit-hood home. She has large, round bright blue eyes inherited from her mother. She wears two finch feathers behind her ear from her first catch as a lightclan warrior, to always remind her to try her best and serve her clan well.

Breed: Mixed

SO: Straight (interested in toms)



Personality |Shy/ Introvert | Jumpy | Loyal | Hard-working/ Determined|

(more added with rps)

Shy/ Introvert:

”Hi…. My…my name?...Oh…I’m…Cricketchirp…”

Due most in part to her kit-hood, Cricketchirp is very shy. She’s mostly silent, only speaking when spoken to. She tends to keep to herself, going about her day in happy solitude. When a strange cat approaches her, she usually cowers, unless of course a lesser able cat is in trouble, then in which case she could overcome her shyness and stand up for them. Her clan comes first above everything.

Jumpy

” AH!..Oh… Bearclaw, please don’t sneak up on me like that!”

Cricketchirp is easily startled. This goes hand in hand with her shyness and she often try’s to avoid situations with multiple cats. She can usually wiggle her way out of going to gatherings, but if she can’t, she stays close to those of lightclan, at the back of the crowd. She once slipped from a low tree branch because a squirrel landed in front of her.

Loyal

“My clan comes first. They accepted me when I was nothing, and now I’d give my life for any of them.”

Cricketchirp is very loyal. Probably one of the most loyal cats you will ever meet. She does what she can for her clan, most nights she quickly falls asleep from exhaustion from the day’s work. When she makes a promise, she stays loyal to it, seeing it through to the end. And when you befriend her, she will be as loyal to you as any cat ever could be.

Hardworking/ Determined:

“No, no I can’t sleep until the nursery is all patched up, I promise I’m fine. I’ll eat when it’s done.”

She is very hardworking. Pushing her small frame to its limits daily. She always does tasks that seem too big for her, or that other cats don’t want to do. Like cleaning out the elders den, or changing out the nests, and cleaning the dirtplace. She may be small, but her big heart gets her a long way.



History

Just a Number

For the small she-cat named Tango, life was cruel. To the humans who ran the kitten mill, she was known as “Number 26”. She spent all of her time locked away in a cage hardly big enough for her to turn around in. They occasionally poured in small amounts of food to sustain the cats’ lives. To the humans, Tango was only good for one thing. Bringing them profit. She was only 18 moons when she became pregnant with kits, just barely out of kit-hood herself. She hadn’t known the father, only spending enough time with him for the deed to be done before she was shoved back into her hell hole. She often lay awake at night, crying silent tears into her dark grey paws. A few moons passed and finally the she-cat gave birth to a litter of six.

Morningdove

Tango adored her kittens, the ones that had survived anyways. Three had been too weak to make it through the first few days of life, leaving their mother heart broken. The last three were proving to be strong. These three she named Eagle, Bear, and Belle. Tango nursed her kits, telling them stories of a golden land over the mountains that she had heard some of the other mothers talk about. One she-cat in particular caught her attention. She said her name was Morningdove, and that she had once lived in the golden lands, in a clan. She amazed Tango. Any time the humans would come near, the silver she-cat would lash out fearlessly, often drawing out yells of agony and blood from the greedy two-legs. Tango always listened intently to Morningdove, and eventually the two had devised a plot to escape with their litters back to the clans.

Run Little Belle

The day came when the humans would take all the weaned kittens from their mothers, never to be seen again. Tango and Morningdove, along with their seven kits were ready. When the two-legs came, Morningdove and tango would attack, allowing the kittens to escape from the yard to the treeline to wait on their mothers. When he plan was put into place, all the kittens made it safely, only, Tango was less fortunate. She was immediately placed back into her cage, her paw broken along with her heart. She called desperately to Morningdove as the silver she-cat bolted for the treeline. They exchanged a promise. Morningdove would take Tangos three kits with her back to the clans. With one last look at the only home the ever knew, the kittens followed Morningdove into the unknown.

Wandering paws

Morningdove knew the journey over the mountains would take months. The kits were only two moons old, and it was going to be difficult to survive. Never the less, they began their trek towards the golden lands. As the kits got older, they began to learn to hunt, and fight, quickly becoming able to travel longer distances faster. Four moons went by, and they were almost there. Morningdove longed to see her clan again, and the last few days she quickened the pace, arriving in lightclans campin the middle of the night. The commotion woke the whole of the clan, and The eight cats were welcomed with much joy.

She leaps like a Cricket

Morningdove kept the kits past a secret. Telling the clan she had met a tom during her travel, and that she had decided clan life would be best for her litter. After being allowed a few days rest, Belle, and the six other kits, were called to the middle of camp. They were each given a new name, and a mentor.   Cricketpaw tried out her new name, loving how it sounded. It was wonderful how the clan cats accepted her so easily, yet because of her days in the kitten mill, she was very skittish. Though one apprentice seemed to be particularly interested in her. His name was lionpaw. The two became close over time, becoming bestfriends. Cricketpaw thought of him as her protector, she admired his strength andheart, and they often times shared a nest in the apprentices den. He was the only cat outside of her family that she was comfortable with, and soon with Lionpaws help she quickly adapted to life in lightclan, advancing in hunting and tactical skills. Her training went by quickly and at 14 moons she was made a warrior.

Chirp Chirp

In good humor, Monarchstar named Cricketpaw, Cricketchirp at her warrior ceremony, for her high voice, and the way it seemed she chirped more than spoke when she talked. She vowed to serve her clan the best she could in return for the way that had treated her so kindly. Things went well for the first few moons, until a fierce battle with a rivaling clan took place. Cricketchirp lost two siblings that day. Snowfall and Rapidleap. Though they weren’t her biological siblings, it still hit her hard. She and Morningdove sat together in the medicine den for nearly a moon together grieving and recovering from their wounds. Since then things have gone great since joining the clans. But Cricketchirp still often thinks of her mother Tango, and promises herself that she will soon make the journey back to help her escape.



Family

Biological Mother: Alive| Tango | NPC (until further notice)

Biological Father: Unknown to Cricketchirp and her siblings

Adoptive Mother: Alive| Morningdove | Lightclan Warrior | Open for Rp

Siblings

Biological:

Eagletalon | Alive | Lightclan warrior | Open for RP

Bearclaw | Alive | Lightclan warrior | Open for Rp

Adoptive

Snowfall | Dead | Starclan| NPC

Rapidleap | Dead | Starclan| NPC

Magpiewing| Alive | Lightclan Warrior | Open for RP

Shakingleaf | Alive| Lightclan warrior | Open for RP



{ Relationship Tracker }

(heart chart will go here)

| Hate

| Dislike

| Fear/Uncertainty

| Acquaintance

| Friend

| Close Friend

| Best friend

| Crush

| Romantic Attraction

| Mate

| Love

| Family

| Apprentice

| Respect

Dead



Rp Example: (Taken from The Blackened Sunrise)

Pigeonsong's paws flew over the ground as she dodged trees and underbrush. Her breathes came in short puffs and her eyes were wide, darting quickly from side to side. She slid to a stop as her path of travel ended at a high stone cliff. She crumpled over in exhaustion, steadying herself with one paw on the wall, while the other gripped her chest. Her large ears swiveled backwards as a blood-curdling howl ripped through the night air and footsteps echoed through the forest behind her. Her mind raced as she surveyed her options. "Looks like I’m going up..." The agile she-cat hauled herself up the wall, slipping every now and then, but somehow finding the strength and balance to keep going. Finally she was over the ledge. She released a sigh of relief as her clans camp was in eyesight, just across the plain. Though her victory was short lived...whatever had been chasing her... was far from done.

Notes || OPEN: My most preferred method of Rping

Chats || CLOSED: No. I don’t do chats unless necessary.

Skype || OPENISH: Depends on how well I know you!

Description

I Hope her history is ok! If not, ill change it! I just wanted something different

Name(s): Belle| Cricketpaw Cricketchirp

Name Breakdown

Belle: Named for the way her voice sounded like a tiny bell being rang whenever she would speak.

Cricket: Prefix given for the coloring of her coat, and the way she seemed to leap out of the way when startled, which was often.

Chirp Suffix given for her high, almost bird like voice. Sounding more like a cricket chirp when she speaks than a cat. Also given for the irony that she’s mostly always silent. Like a quiet night when all you can hear is cricketchirps.

Appearance : Cricketchirp is a dainty she-cat, being just a bit taller than the average apprentice. Her paws are very small, and her legs are quite long, making her swift and agile. Her dark grey coat is medium in length, keeping her warm in the winter, but she has to take things easy in the summer as to not over heat. Her tail is long and thick, due to the selective breeding that took place at her kit-hood home. She has large, round bright blue eyes inherited from her mother. She wears two finch feathers behind her ear from her first catch as a lightclan warrior, to always remind her to try her best and serve her clan well.

Breed: Mixed

SO: Straight (interested in toms)



Personality |Shy/ Introvert | Jumpy | Loyal | Hard-working/ Determined|

(more added with rps)

Shy/ Introvert:

”Hi…. My…my name?...Oh…I’m…Cricketchirp…”

Due most in part to her kit-hood, Cricketchirp is very shy. She’s mostly silent, only speaking when spoken to. She tends to keep to herself, going about her day in happy solitude. When a strange cat approaches her, she usually cowers, unless of course a lesser able cat is in trouble, then in which case she could overcome her shyness and stand up for them. Her clan comes first above everything.

Jumpy

” AH!..Oh… Bearclaw, please don’t sneak up on me like that!”

Cricketchirp is easily startled. This goes hand in hand with her shyness and she often try’s to avoid situations with multiple cats. She can usually wiggle her way out of going to gatherings, but if she can’t, she stays close to those of lightclan, at the back of the crowd. She once slipped from a low tree branch because a squirrel landed in front of her.

Loyal

“My clan comes first. They accepted me when I was nothing, and now I’d give my life for any of them.”

Cricketchirp is very loyal. Probably one of the most loyal cats you will ever meet. She does what she can for her clan, most nights she quickly falls asleep from exhaustion from the day’s work. When she makes a promise, she stays loyal to it, seeing it through to the end. And when you befriend her, she will be as loyal to you as any cat ever could be.

Hardworking/ Determined:

“No, no I can’t sleep until the nursery is all patched up, I promise I’m fine. I’ll eat when it’s done.”

She is very hardworking. Pushing her small frame to its limits daily. She always does tasks that seem too big for her, or that other cats don’t want to do. Like cleaning out the elders den, or changing out the nests, and cleaning the dirtplace. She may be small, but her big heart gets her a long way.



History

Just a Number

For the small she-cat named Tango, life was cruel. To the humans who ran the kitten mill, she was known as “Number 26”. She spent all of her time locked away in a cage hardly big enough for her to turn around in. They occasionally poured in small amounts of food to sustain the cats’ lives. To the humans, Tango was only good for one thing. Bringing them profit. She was only 18 moons when she became pregnant with kits, just barely out of kit-hood herself. She hadn’t known the father, only spending enough time with him for the deed to be done before she was shoved back into her hell hole. She often lay awake at night, crying silent tears into her dark grey paws. A few moons passed and finally the she-cat gave birth to a litter of six.

Morningdove

Tango adored her kittens, the ones that had survived anyways. Three had been too weak to make it through the first few days of life, leaving their mother heart broken. The last three were proving to be strong. These three she named Eagle, Bear, and Belle. Tango nursed her kits, telling them stories of a golden land over the mountains that she had heard some of the other mothers talk about. One she-cat in particular caught her attention. She said her name was Morningdove, and that she had once lived in the golden lands, in a clan. She amazed Tango. Any time the humans would come near, the silver she-cat would lash out fearlessly, often drawing out yells of agony and blood from the greedy two-legs. Tango always listened intently to Morningdove, and eventually the two had devised a plot to escape with their litters back to the clans.

Run Little Belle

The day came when the humans would take all the weaned kittens from their mothers, never to be seen again. Tango and Morningdove, along with their seven kits were ready. When the two-legs came, Morningdove and tango would attack, allowing the kittens to escape from the yard to the treeline to wait on their mothers. When he plan was put into place, all the kittens made it safely, only, Tango was less fortunate. She was immediately placed back into her cage, her paw broken along with her heart. She called desperately to Morningdove as the silver she-cat bolted for the treeline. They exchanged a promise. Morningdove would take Tangos three kits with her back to the clans. With one last look at the only home the ever knew, the kittens followed Morningdove into the unknown.

Wandering paws

Morningdove knew the journey over the mountains would take months. The kits were only two moons old, and it was going to be difficult to survive. Never the less, they began their trek towards the golden lands. As the kits got older, they began to learn to hunt, and fight, quickly becoming able to travel longer distances faster. Four moons went by, and they were almost there. Morningdove longed to see her clan again, and the last few days she quickened the pace, arriving in lightclans campin the middle of the night. The commotion woke the whole of the clan, and The eight cats were welcomed with much joy.

She leaps like a Cricket

Morningdove kept the kits past a secret. Telling the clan she had met a tom during her travel, and that she had decided clan life would be best for her litter. After being allowed a few days rest, Belle, and the six other kits, were called to the middle of camp. They were each given a new name, and a mentor.   Cricketpaw tried out her new name, loving how it sounded. It was wonderful how the clan cats accepted her so easily, yet because of her days in the kitten mill, she was very skittish. Though one apprentice seemed to be particularly interested in her. His name was lionpaw. The two became close over time, becoming bestfriends. Cricketpaw thought of him as her protector, she admired his strength andheart, and they often times shared a nest in the apprentices den. He was the only cat outside of her family that she was comfortable with, and soon with Lionpaws help she quickly adapted to life in lightclan, advancing in hunting and tactical skills. Her training went by quickly and at 14 moons she was made a warrior.

Chirp Chirp

In good humor, Monarchstar named Cricketpaw, Cricketchirp at her warrior ceremony, for her high voice, and the way it seemed she chirped more than spoke when she talked. She vowed to serve her clan the best she could in return for the way that had treated her so kindly. Things went well for the first few moons, until a fierce battle with a rivaling clan took place. Cricketchirp lost two siblings that day. Snowfall and Rapidleap. Though they weren’t her biological siblings, it still hit her hard. She and Morningdove sat together in the medicine den for nearly a moon together grieving and recovering from their wounds. Since then things have gone great since joining the clans. But Cricketchirp still often thinks of her mother Tango, and promises herself that she will soon make the journey back to help her escape.



Family

Biological Mother: Alive| Tango | NPC (until further notice)

Biological Father: Unknown to Cricketchirp and her siblings

Adoptive Mother: Alive| Morningdove | Lightclan Warrior | Open for Rp

Siblings

Biological:

Eagletalon | Alive | Lightclan warrior | Open for RP

Bearclaw | Alive | Lightclan warrior | Open for Rp

Adoptive

Snowfall | Dead | Starclan| NPC

Rapidleap | Dead | Starclan| NPC

Magpiewing| Alive | Lightclan Warrior | Open for RP

Shakingleaf | Alive| Lightclan warrior | Open for RP



{ Relationship Tracker }

(heart chart will go here)

| Hate

| Dislike

| Fear/Uncertainty

| Acquaintance

| Friend

| Close Friend

| Best friend

| Crush

| Romantic Attraction

| Mate

| Love

| Family

| Apprentice

| Respect

Dead



Rp Example: (Taken from The Blackened Sunrise)

Pigeonsong's paws flew over the ground as she dodged trees and underbrush. Her breathes came in short puffs and her eyes were wide, darting quickly from side to side. She slid to a stop as her path of travel ended at a high stone cliff. She crumpled over in exhaustion, steadying herself with one paw on the wall, while the other gripped her chest. Her large ears swiveled backwards as a blood-curdling howl ripped through the night air and footsteps echoed through the forest behind her. Her mind raced as she surveyed her options. "Looks like I’m going up..." The agile she-cat hauled herself up the wall, slipping every now and then, but somehow finding the strength and balance to keep going. Finally she was over the ledge. She released a sigh of relief as her clans camp was in eyesight, just across the plain. Though her victory was short lived...whatever had been chasing her... was far from done.

Notes || OPEN: My most preferred method of Rping

Chats || CLOSED: No. I don’t do chats unless necessary.

Skype || OPENISH: Depends on how well I know you!