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| : I d e n t i f i c a t i o n: |
Name: Peachtree
>Peach- named after her mother's and father's own fruity names.
>Tree- named for her bright green eyes and woody markings.
Nicknames: Fruit-freak, Fruity, Chee
Age: 23 moons
Season of Birth: Green-leaf
Gender: Female
Voice: Sweet and light. Often cuts words short.
Scent: Peaches (living up to her name) and moss.
Theme song: White Nights

Partner: N/A
Rank: ???
Clan: ???
Mentor: Otterfang
Apprentice: - - -
Belief System: Starclan

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Framework : Powerful shoulders and back legs. Not awfully flexible and complains of hip-pains sometimes.
Body Structure Summary: Powerful| Lithe | Rigid
Coat: An unusual tabby/tortoiseshell marking type in a vierity of browns. A light cream underbelly, paws and face markings.

Coat Maintenance: | Clean | Flea-free | Well-groomed
Fur Length: Short.
Fur Texture: Soft and dense.
Eyes | Oceanblue/limegreen. (changes in certain lights)
Scars | N/A

| : P e r s o n a l i t y : |

Positive --

▶[Humble] -
"I am no different from any other clan cat. Loyalty is a priority to me. "
Peachtree is modest and flusters easily at compliments. She is always bringing up other's good tributes when she is being complimented. She hates to think of herself as superior to other cats, and thinks everyone is equal.

▶[Loyal] -
"I will stick to the warrior code and no one shall tell me to do otherwise. My loyalty is to my clan."
Peachtree is as loyal as a dog. She sticks to the code, and lets others know that they should be doing the same. This attribute will make her a good and devoted mate in the future. She sticks to her word as well, and won't gossip or blab any secrets she isn't meant to.

▶[Lively] -
"Lets get up and go! Come on! On your feet, lets make this fun!"
Peachtree is always on her feet, ready to go and face another day. She's always dragging cats hunting with her, and enjoys close friends company. She can be seen as very excitable but also eager and passionate about being ready and aavailablefor her clan. She'll be first up, hence her early sleeping times, but is generally a morning cat, so this doesn't bother her.

▶[Romantic] -
"Can't you just imagine it? He walks up to me with a wad of roses in his mouth and says some cheesy catch line..."
Peachtree is such a romantic. She loves to help other's in their relationships as she doesn't have her own, and fantasises about meeting the perfect tom. Her brother teases her saying she's far from that, but she can't help but imagine it. A girl can dream right? When she does find the one for her, he will be spoiled rotten with love and romantic gestures, and its definitely right to say she'd expect that back.

Negative --

▶[Reckless] -

"Lets just go fight! They've hurt us, now let them feel our pain!"
Peachtree will easily jump into something without a second thought. She has a strong sense of justice which can lead her to stupid decisions or even risk hers or other's lives. She won't ever purposely do this, but she has made it a habit to do things without thinking them through. I think she needs a sensible friend or mate to help her control these reckless actions so she doesn't get into big trouble.

▶[Jealous] -
"Why do you have to be so much better than me at everything? And prettier? And nicer?"
Peachtree's modesty also effects her self-esteem. She feels that many are better than her, and have better chances at finding friends and just being the ideal warrior in general. She is negative and hard on herself for not being good enough and envies those who have parents/are good at battle/have good friends.

▶[Dismissive] -
"What do you mean you aren't well enough? Don't you want to protect your clan?"
Because Peachtree is always putting loyalty above everything, she can become oblivious to her clan-mates aching paws or injuries. Because she would fight for her clan even if she was dying, she feels everyone should be that way.
  Neutral --
▶[Boistrous] -
"Lets battle! I won't go easy on you this time stinker!"
Peachtree, despite her pretty markings and engaging eyes, will be very clumpy and loud. She loves to play fight, growl, and do silly or even sometimes risky with others. Nothing that will tip the loyalty scale, but very obviously link with her reckless trait. She'll sometimes be inconsiderate of other's feelings at the time without noticing, and will have to go apologize later on.

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| : S e x u a l i t y : |

Sexuality: Straight

Status: Single

Activity: Virgin

Likes:
- Bigger than her
- Active
- Enthusiastic
- Dominant

Dislikes:
- Submissive
- Annoying/Irritable cats

| : H i s t o r y : |
[Birth] --
Bitterlemon, a tough, sharp-tounged and introverted cat, and Cherrysplash, a confident, soft-spoken, extroverted cat fell inlove in their time together as warriors. Bitterlemon who was cat with a pure white pelt, bright yellow eyes and scarrs down his spine, was softened to his core by the beautiful tawny-red color with gentle eyes and a perfect unscarred pelt, and despite their opposites they somehow got along like a house on fire. They were often teased and called the 'fruities' due to their fruit names, but was more often than not a term of endearment. One evening, worry filled the clan as Cherrysplash starting feeling very sick and bloated and fainted. They rushed her to the med. cat, who smiled fondly at Bitterlemon who was watching over his unconscious mate with worried eyes. She told him that Cherrysplash was pregnant with kits, and that this sickness was just her body briefly reacting to the change. Bitterlemon, overwhelmed with love and pride, ran out to the clearing where cats were waiting for bad news. He called out the GOOD news and cats congratulated him, calling him cheeky and a good mate. This was just about the only time where he would let cats tease him, but he was so happy, he couldn't help but grin at them. When Cherrysplash woke, she was told to stay in the medicine cat den for the next week just to make sure she was okay, and then she could move to the nursery. Time passed, and Cherrysplash finally had two healthy kits. A dark red-brown male and a tawny/tabby/tortie younger female. Sticking to the fruit names, they named the male Darkkit, and planned to add berry on when he reached warrior age, and the female Peachkit. They were spoiled and loved, and were a very happy family.
[Apprenticeship] --
Peachkit grew fast and dreamed of days she would be a loyal warrior. But first, she needed to be an apprentice! Excited as any cat would be, she eagerly received her mentor Otterfang and her name Peachpaw. She trained as hard as she could, making sure she let everycat know that she would do her absolute best. She got on with her duties without a complain and her mentor grew proud of having such an obedient apprentice. A couple of moons before she was to be named her warrior name, her mother and father were out hunting with a few other cats and they ran into a badger set. 3 Cats were ruthlessly killed, including her two parents. They were brought back alive, but died a few hours later in the medicine cat den. Her brother and her mourned their loss for moons, along with the clans. Bitterlemon was a fearless and loyal warrior, renown across all the clans for his tough battle tactics and loyalty. And Cherrysplash, popular among most clan cats, had made many friends across all the clans. The third clan cat was also a popular member, known for their love for everycat. It was a loss for all. Darkpaw stayed strong and encouraged her sister to keep going despite the deaths, which helped both of them. After moons that seemed to last years, it was time for their warrior ceremony. Although Peachpaw was excited, she wished her parents were here to see them. Her brother assured her that they'd be watching her from starclan, glowing with pride. On the evening of their ceremony, she talked with the leader about Darkpaw's warrior name. She explained that her parents had always wanted to call him Darkberry, and if Darkpaw knew that, he'd be very happy. The leader obliged with a kind smile and invited the clan to gather. As they walked up to their mentors, both now the closest cats they had to parents, that were waiting for them. The leader performed the ceremony and named Darkpaw Darkberry, and Peachpaw Peachtee. Both were very happy about their names and were accepted as warriors.
[Warriorhood] --
Nothing awfully significant has happened since the ceremony, aside from her old mentor and her brother's old mentor becoming mates, ironically. She now wishes for new friends and maybe a mate!

| : F a m i l y: |

Siblings: - Darkberry

Parents: - Bitterlemon [deceased] and Cherrysplash [deceased]

Grandparents: -

Step parents: --

Cousins: --

Aunties: --

Uncles: --

Kits: --

| : R e l a t i o n s h i p s : |

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[  ] Family

[  ] Mates

[  ]Unsure/Neutral

[   ] Acquaintance

[  ] Friend

[   ] Good Friend
[    ] Respect

[  ] Best Friend

[   ] Unbreakable Bond

[  ] Discomfort

[   ] Hate
[  ] Fear

[  ] Attraction

[  ] Crush

[   ] Lust

[  ] Love Interest

[   ] Love

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Cat's name || Gender || Clan || Relationship || Reply

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Stats;Strength: ●●●●●●●○○○
Attack: ●●●●●●○○○○
Speed: ●●●○○○○○○○
Endurance: ●●●●●○○○○○
Tactics: ●●●●○○○○○○
Flexibility: ●●○○○○○○○○

Swimming: ●●●●●●●○○○
Jumping: ●●●○○○○○○○
Climbing: ●●●●●○○○○○
Stealth: ●●●●●○○○○○

Likes ;- Forest
- Mornings
- Butterflies

Dislikes ;
- Loud noises
- Badgers

Fears ;
- Everyone disliking her/being disliked.

Favourites ;
Prey : Salmon.
Smell : Milk.
Colour : Blue.
Place : Nursery.
Activity : Swimming, play-battle, sharing-tongues.
Roleplay Availability

> Notes: Yes

> Forum: Yes

> Chats: Yes

> Skype: Friends only~

> Comments: Yes

Time Zone: UTC/GMT +1 hour/BST

Roleplay Example:

Drops of hot wax slid down the candle, solidifying on their way down. The candle, was the only source of light Hour had found in the last four miles, travelling in the pitch darkness with nothing but two blunt daggers to secure him his life along this tiresome road. Oh, how he missed the jewellers, and his lovely place above it. He missed it's sweet warm musky smell, and the warmth in his bed. Yet, instead of being tucked away, sleeping at home, he had to go on a tedious journey trying to find, well what exactly?
He slammed his head onto the table and groaned loudly, attracting attention from the other creatures in this lowly bar. His paws clenched around a glass of bubbling milk and cream, but not even that seemed to lift his downcast spirits. His dagger held by a small rope tied to his leg was piercing his soft skin, letting black blood drip down his fur, but Hour couldn't careless. His 'day dreaming' about his home had allowed him to deal with such 'flesh wounds' and quite honestly he didn't really mind about the extra scar here or there. It'll give the ladies some thing to woo over. Maybe. Probably not.
Hour grumbled to himself, watching the candle burn brighter and brighter until it faded down into a small stub of wax and flame. Surely, there was no point in sitting here moping? He re-thought his actions and sluggishly stood up, downed his drink and tugged his dagger into place. Checking the time -1:04 am-, he slumbered out of the bar and into the clutches of the night. He trekked back onto the road again and grumbled to himself. “The sooner I get this whole ordeal over with, the sooner I can bloody go home!” He spat and stormed ahead, wishing at least he had a animal to ride, or something. Hour pulled his cloak over his head and laughed pathetically as he thought about the dangers he knew he was going to run into-- and the dangers he didn't know of.

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Description

| : I d e n t i f i c a t i o n: |
Name: Peachtree
>Peach- named after her mother's and father's own fruity names.
>Tree- named for her bright green eyes and woody markings.
Nicknames: Fruit-freak, Fruity, Chee
Age: 23 moons
Season of Birth: Green-leaf
Gender: Female
Voice: Sweet and light. Often cuts words short.
Scent: Peaches (living up to her name) and moss.
Theme song: White Nights

Partner: N/A
Rank: ???
Clan: ???
Mentor: Otterfang
Apprentice: - - -
Belief System: Starclan

| : A p p e a r a n c e : |

Framework : Powerful shoulders and back legs. Not awfully flexible and complains of hip-pains sometimes.
Body Structure Summary: Powerful| Lithe | Rigid
Coat: An unusual tabby/tortoiseshell marking type in a vierity of browns. A light cream underbelly, paws and face markings.

Coat Maintenance: | Clean | Flea-free | Well-groomed
Fur Length: Short.
Fur Texture: Soft and dense.
Eyes | Oceanblue/limegreen. (changes in certain lights)
Scars | N/A

| : P e r s o n a l i t y : |

Positive --

▶[Humble] -
"I am no different from any other clan cat. Loyalty is a priority to me. "
Peachtree is modest and flusters easily at compliments. She is always bringing up other's good tributes when she is being complimented. She hates to think of herself as superior to other cats, and thinks everyone is equal.

▶[Loyal] -
"I will stick to the warrior code and no one shall tell me to do otherwise. My loyalty is to my clan."
Peachtree is as loyal as a dog. She sticks to the code, and lets others know that they should be doing the same. This attribute will make her a good and devoted mate in the future. She sticks to her word as well, and won't gossip or blab any secrets she isn't meant to.

▶[Lively] -
"Lets get up and go! Come on! On your feet, lets make this fun!"
Peachtree is always on her feet, ready to go and face another day. She's always dragging cats hunting with her, and enjoys close friends company. She can be seen as very excitable but also eager and passionate about being ready and aavailablefor her clan. She'll be first up, hence her early sleeping times, but is generally a morning cat, so this doesn't bother her.

▶[Romantic] -
"Can't you just imagine it? He walks up to me with a wad of roses in his mouth and says some cheesy catch line..."
Peachtree is such a romantic. She loves to help other's in their relationships as she doesn't have her own, and fantasises about meeting the perfect tom. Her brother teases her saying she's far from that, but she can't help but imagine it. A girl can dream right? When she does find the one for her, he will be spoiled rotten with love and romantic gestures, and its definitely right to say she'd expect that back.

Negative --

▶[Reckless] -

"Lets just go fight! They've hurt us, now let them feel our pain!"
Peachtree will easily jump into something without a second thought. She has a strong sense of justice which can lead her to stupid decisions or even risk hers or other's lives. She won't ever purposely do this, but she has made it a habit to do things without thinking them through. I think she needs a sensible friend or mate to help her control these reckless actions so she doesn't get into big trouble.

▶[Jealous] -
"Why do you have to be so much better than me at everything? And prettier? And nicer?"
Peachtree's modesty also effects her self-esteem. She feels that many are better than her, and have better chances at finding friends and just being the ideal warrior in general. She is negative and hard on herself for not being good enough and envies those who have parents/are good at battle/have good friends.

▶[Dismissive] -
"What do you mean you aren't well enough? Don't you want to protect your clan?"
Because Peachtree is always putting loyalty above everything, she can become oblivious to her clan-mates aching paws or injuries. Because she would fight for her clan even if she was dying, she feels everyone should be that way.
  Neutral --
▶[Boistrous] -
"Lets battle! I won't go easy on you this time stinker!"
Peachtree, despite her pretty markings and engaging eyes, will be very clumpy and loud. She loves to play fight, growl, and do silly or even sometimes risky with others. Nothing that will tip the loyalty scale, but very obviously link with her reckless trait. She'll sometimes be inconsiderate of other's feelings at the time without noticing, and will have to go apologize later on.

- - - - -

| : S e x u a l i t y : |

Sexuality: Straight

Status: Single

Activity: Virgin

Likes:
- Bigger than her
- Active
- Enthusiastic
- Dominant

Dislikes:
- Submissive
- Annoying/Irritable cats

| : H i s t o r y : |
[Birth] --
Bitterlemon, a tough, sharp-tounged and introverted cat, and Cherrysplash, a confident, soft-spoken, extroverted cat fell inlove in their time together as warriors. Bitterlemon who was cat with a pure white pelt, bright yellow eyes and scarrs down his spine, was softened to his core by the beautiful tawny-red color with gentle eyes and a perfect unscarred pelt, and despite their opposites they somehow got along like a house on fire. They were often teased and called the 'fruities' due to their fruit names, but was more often than not a term of endearment. One evening, worry filled the clan as Cherrysplash starting feeling very sick and bloated and fainted. They rushed her to the med. cat, who smiled fondly at Bitterlemon who was watching over his unconscious mate with worried eyes. She told him that Cherrysplash was pregnant with kits, and that this sickness was just her body briefly reacting to the change. Bitterlemon, overwhelmed with love and pride, ran out to the clearing where cats were waiting for bad news. He called out the GOOD news and cats congratulated him, calling him cheeky and a good mate. This was just about the only time where he would let cats tease him, but he was so happy, he couldn't help but grin at them. When Cherrysplash woke, she was told to stay in the medicine cat den for the next week just to make sure she was okay, and then she could move to the nursery. Time passed, and Cherrysplash finally had two healthy kits. A dark red-brown male and a tawny/tabby/tortie younger female. Sticking to the fruit names, they named the male Darkkit, and planned to add berry on when he reached warrior age, and the female Peachkit. They were spoiled and loved, and were a very happy family.
[Apprenticeship] --
Peachkit grew fast and dreamed of days she would be a loyal warrior. But first, she needed to be an apprentice! Excited as any cat would be, she eagerly received her mentor Otterfang and her name Peachpaw. She trained as hard as she could, making sure she let everycat know that she would do her absolute best. She got on with her duties without a complain and her mentor grew proud of having such an obedient apprentice. A couple of moons before she was to be named her warrior name, her mother and father were out hunting with a few other cats and they ran into a badger set. 3 Cats were ruthlessly killed, including her two parents. They were brought back alive, but died a few hours later in the medicine cat den. Her brother and her mourned their loss for moons, along with the clans. Bitterlemon was a fearless and loyal warrior, renown across all the clans for his tough battle tactics and loyalty. And Cherrysplash, popular among most clan cats, had made many friends across all the clans. The third clan cat was also a popular member, known for their love for everycat. It was a loss for all. Darkpaw stayed strong and encouraged her sister to keep going despite the deaths, which helped both of them. After moons that seemed to last years, it was time for their warrior ceremony. Although Peachpaw was excited, she wished her parents were here to see them. Her brother assured her that they'd be watching her from starclan, glowing with pride. On the evening of their ceremony, she talked with the leader about Darkpaw's warrior name. She explained that her parents had always wanted to call him Darkberry, and if Darkpaw knew that, he'd be very happy. The leader obliged with a kind smile and invited the clan to gather. As they walked up to their mentors, both now the closest cats they had to parents, that were waiting for them. The leader performed the ceremony and named Darkpaw Darkberry, and Peachpaw Peachtee. Both were very happy about their names and were accepted as warriors.
[Warriorhood] --
Nothing awfully significant has happened since the ceremony, aside from her old mentor and her brother's old mentor becoming mates, ironically. She now wishes for new friends and maybe a mate!

| : F a m i l y: |

Siblings: - Darkberry

Parents: - Bitterlemon [deceased] and Cherrysplash [deceased]

Grandparents: -

Step parents: --

Cousins: --

Aunties: --

Uncles: --

Kits: --

| : R e l a t i o n s h i p s : |

-

[  ] Family

[  ] Mates

[  ]Unsure/Neutral

[   ] Acquaintance

[  ] Friend

[   ] Good Friend
[    ] Respect

[  ] Best Friend

[   ] Unbreakable Bond

[  ] Discomfort

[   ] Hate
[  ] Fear

[  ] Attraction

[  ] Crush

[   ] Lust

[  ] Love Interest

[   ] Love

---

Cat's name || Gender || Clan || Relationship || Reply

| : E x t r a s : |
Stats;Strength: ●●●●●●●○○○
Attack: ●●●●●●○○○○
Speed: ●●●○○○○○○○
Endurance: ●●●●●○○○○○
Tactics: ●●●●○○○○○○
Flexibility: ●●○○○○○○○○

Swimming: ●●●●●●●○○○
Jumping: ●●●○○○○○○○
Climbing: ●●●●●○○○○○
Stealth: ●●●●●○○○○○

Likes ;- Forest
- Mornings
- Butterflies

Dislikes ;
- Loud noises
- Badgers

Fears ;
- Everyone disliking her/being disliked.

Favourites ;
Prey : Salmon.
Smell : Milk.
Colour : Blue.
Place : Nursery.
Activity : Swimming, play-battle, sharing-tongues.
Roleplay Availability

> Notes: Yes

> Forum: Yes

> Chats: Yes

> Skype: Friends only~

> Comments: Yes

Time Zone: UTC/GMT +1 hour/BST

Roleplay Example:

Drops of hot wax slid down the candle, solidifying on their way down. The candle, was the only source of light Hour had found in the last four miles, travelling in the pitch darkness with nothing but two blunt daggers to secure him his life along this tiresome road. Oh, how he missed the jewellers, and his lovely place above it. He missed it's sweet warm musky smell, and the warmth in his bed. Yet, instead of being tucked away, sleeping at home, he had to go on a tedious journey trying to find, well what exactly?
He slammed his head onto the table and groaned loudly, attracting attention from the other creatures in this lowly bar. His paws clenched around a glass of bubbling milk and cream, but not even that seemed to lift his downcast spirits. His dagger held by a small rope tied to his leg was piercing his soft skin, letting black blood drip down his fur, but Hour couldn't careless. His 'day dreaming' about his home had allowed him to deal with such 'flesh wounds' and quite honestly he didn't really mind about the extra scar here or there. It'll give the ladies some thing to woo over. Maybe. Probably not.
Hour grumbled to himself, watching the candle burn brighter and brighter until it faded down into a small stub of wax and flame. Surely, there was no point in sitting here moping? He re-thought his actions and sluggishly stood up, downed his drink and tugged his dagger into place. Checking the time -1:04 am-, he slumbered out of the bar and into the clutches of the night. He trekked back onto the road again and grumbled to himself. “The sooner I get this whole ordeal over with, the sooner I can bloody go home!” He spat and stormed ahead, wishing at least he had a animal to ride, or something. Hour pulled his cloak over his head and laughed pathetically as he thought about the dangers he knew he was going to run into-- and the dangers he didn't know of.

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Do not re-post, trace, steal, or use this or any of my artworks.

Characters © Samooraii

Artwork © Samooraii

Design © rninnow
- Anyone caught using my art as avatars, ID's or posting my art without my written permission, will either be told to take it down promptly or effectively banned. -