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Description
Name: Pinecone

Age: 1 1/2 years

Gender: Buck

Rank: Owsla

Mentor: Cobweb(NPC)

Skills: Good at digging quickly when it comes down to it, fast runner, and swift fighter

Weaknesses: Trust others too easily, his size makes it harder for him to handle bigger foes, can't blend in well with his surroundings

Appearance: Cream colored coat, with small light brown socks, along with a light shade of brown from the edge of his lips to his chin, and light brown eyebrows. His nose is a light peachy color.

Personality:

Positive:

Helpful: Whatever you, or any other rabbit needs, Pinecone will be absolutely, delighted to help. No matter the task, big or small. He'll find a way to help a friend, or anybody that needs his help, for that matter.

Positive: When things are down, you can always count on pinecone to try and cheer you, or the situation up as best he can. Most of the time, during battles, and he's trying to protect a few kits , or mothers, or anyone really, he'll try popping a few jokes here, and there. Maybe even tell a strange story, while trying to defeat the opponent.

Loyal: Once you become friends with Pinecone, no matter what he'll stay by your side. He'd die by the side of his close friends, and family, if it ever came down to it. But he'd be damned if he ever left one of his own behind. He would never wish that upon someone else, like it had happened to him.
Name: Pinecone

Humble: He's not one to boast about his achievements, or anything really. Maybe show something he found here, and there, maybe even created. Though he would never want anyone to feel envious, or maybe even sad, that they couldn't do what he did, or what he achieved. He didn't wanna annoy anyone with that either.

Caring: Whether your mentally, or physically hurt, pinecone will always be there to help you. Whether if it's out of his way, or not. He'll try his hardest, spending his day, trying to cheer you up, as best he can, maybe even if you aren't hurt in any way, shape, or form. He'll always check up on you, and see how you're doing.

Negative traits:

Forgiving: you could betray him, hurt him, abuse him, do anything to harm him, and he would always forgive you. Anything you do, to him, he'll always try to justify the reason for it. Whether your his friend, or family. Of course, this doesn't apply to those who hurt those that live and thrive in the Warren, he tries hard to protect.

Big mouthed: Somtimes, he can be too talkative for his own good, and it can sometimes lead him into trouble. Sometimes, he'll accidentally say something in a wrong way, and he'll accidentally offend another rabbit, without really realizing it, until it's too late.

Clingy: Sometimes, he can be a bit too clingy. Especially when it comes to either mates, or friends. Usually, it'll be over bearing for the other party, and he'll have his feelings hurt once they tell him off. At least, it only depends on the way the tell him he is being a bit too clingy.

Sensitive: Sometimes, when his feelings get hurt, he'll tear up, and you won't see him for the rest of the day, unless he's out patrolling, or doing something that was needed from someone. Otherwise, he'll isolate himself till the next day.

Secretive: He won't neccesarily tell most others of what he's seen or been through, unless they are family, or very close. Maybe, even if they were becoming mates. Otherwise, he will keep everything that he seems he needs to hide, to himself.

Backstory:

Kit: Pinecone was born from Pecan and Sunflower. Both nice, loving rabbits, and he was born chipper, with two other littermates named Dragonfly, and Crow. They had peaceful lives, out on a born. Avoiding cats, and dogs, and fighting off a few rats here and there. Though, they mostly stayed in the meadow, where the calfs pranced, and the cows ate. Life was good, and peaceful. His mother often stayed in the burrow with them, and told them stories, and tales of where she was born, and how there father and her met. She taught them how to dig, and identify different smells, while there father taught, and helped them run, and run fast. With a bit of lessons of fighting as well. Pecan helping them scavenge, and learn there way home, if they ever got lost or seperated from each other. Pincecone was a kit that could run fast, and dig quickly as well. Though he wasn't one to remember most of the things they could, or couldn't eat, and he usually lost his way home, when his father put him up to the test. Though, nonetheless, his parents were patient with him, and trained him till he mastered it.

Muddypaw: When he was barely a muddypaw, that was when the incident happened. The farmers wives garden had been eaten, many times over. They should've seen it coming. Though, by the time they realized it, it was too late. They were hunted, and shot at. Almost drowned out of there burrow, as they tried to escape. Pecan stayed behind, trying to rescue Crow, though he drowned, as he had not gotten out in time. By going back, Pecan had taken the rick of being shot, and was killed soon after, whilst trying to get away. Sunflower carried her kits, as she ran. She never looked back for a second. Not for there father, and certainly not dragonfly. She needed to focus on the ones, that she could save. So she continued to run, as far as the wind could take her. Soon they had found a place to rest, though not a safe one. That night, sunflower was taken from the small place they decided to hide in, by an owl. Pinecone, and Dragonfly hadn't noticed, until they woke up that night. Seeing the bloodstains of the struggle there mother put up, and soon, they were alone. Trekking there way through the forest, trying hard to find things to eat, and making sure they weren't about to get eaten, Pinecone had already almost died, more then once.

Dragonfly, had enough of this, and soon she had snapped at him. Calling him a burden, and a liability. Nothing good was to come from him, and soon that argument turned into something more physical. Dragonfly had taken no mercy on Pinecone, and she gave him the small scars on his belly and his muzzle. the ruckus was loud, and to pinecone, and his small size. It felt like they were shaking the whole field. About to give up, and give in to his sister. He soonfelt a shadow over his eyes. Looking up, he saw the largest bird, he had ever seen. The hawk had swooped down, and had pounced on his sister. She scrambled and squeaked, and he tried with all his might to save her, only to have the large hawk rake its claws across his back. He fell to the ground, as he watched his sister fight. Only for the hawk to fly away, as he heard one last squeak from her, before he fell unconscious.

After a few days, he woke up in a burrow. A large, grey rabbit, with ripped ars, seemed to be checking over him. Soon, when he was storng enough to answer the questions. He had felt regret. He had wanted to protect his sister, and protect his family, though he had failed. The old rabbit had introduced himself as Cobweb, and introduced him to the warren, he now knew as Buttercup Hill. Telling him all that he needed to do, and what he would be doing, as he explained the rules of the Warren to him. After what Dragonfly hd said, he listened well to Cobweb. Once the elder finished explaining everything, he decided to become an Owsla. Planning to protect the warren, with all his might. For fear of what happened to his family, would happen again. He would no longer find himself to be a burden to those he cared for.

Mate: None (Open)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Kits: None

Kin: none

Roleplay example:

His ears flattened, as she continued to yell at him. His eyes narrowing, as he felt himself become smaller then he normally felt. He didn't need this. He didn't want this. Didn't she know, he didn't mean to be a burden. He didn't mean to forget everything there father told them, he just had. He was still trying to get over the death of there mother as well. Didn't she understand, they needed each other. They couldn't be fighting now. Before he could speak up, and argue. He felt claws rake across his muzzle, and he was soon pushed to his side. Dragon fly had pinned him, and she swiped her claws hard and fast. Trying to end his stupid excuse for existince, as she growled, and continued to yell at him. "I WISH IT WAS YOU THAT WAS DROWNED! I WISH YOU HAD BEEN SHOT! I WISH THE HAWK HAD TAKEN YOU< YOU WORTHLESS RUNT!" she yelled, as she continued to beat him without mercy.

Description
Name: Pinecone

Age: 1 1/2 years

Gender: Buck

Rank: Owsla

Mentor: Cobweb(NPC)

Skills: Good at digging quickly when it comes down to it, fast runner, and swift fighter

Weaknesses: Trust others too easily, his size makes it harder for him to handle bigger foes, can't blend in well with his surroundings

Appearance: Cream colored coat, with small light brown socks, along with a light shade of brown from the edge of his lips to his chin, and light brown eyebrows. His nose is a light peachy color.

Personality:

Positive:

Helpful: Whatever you, or any other rabbit needs, Pinecone will be absolutely, delighted to help. No matter the task, big or small. He'll find a way to help a friend, or anybody that needs his help, for that matter.

Positive: When things are down, you can always count on pinecone to try and cheer you, or the situation up as best he can. Most of the time, during battles, and he's trying to protect a few kits , or mothers, or anyone really, he'll try popping a few jokes here, and there. Maybe even tell a strange story, while trying to defeat the opponent.

Loyal: Once you become friends with Pinecone, no matter what he'll stay by your side. He'd die by the side of his close friends, and family, if it ever came down to it. But he'd be damned if he ever left one of his own behind. He would never wish that upon someone else, like it had happened to him.
Name: Pinecone

Humble: He's not one to boast about his achievements, or anything really. Maybe show something he found here, and there, maybe even created. Though he would never want anyone to feel envious, or maybe even sad, that they couldn't do what he did, or what he achieved. He didn't wanna annoy anyone with that either.

Caring: Whether your mentally, or physically hurt, pinecone will always be there to help you. Whether if it's out of his way, or not. He'll try his hardest, spending his day, trying to cheer you up, as best he can, maybe even if you aren't hurt in any way, shape, or form. He'll always check up on you, and see how you're doing.

Negative traits:

Forgiving: you could betray him, hurt him, abuse him, do anything to harm him, and he would always forgive you. Anything you do, to him, he'll always try to justify the reason for it. Whether your his friend, or family. Of course, this doesn't apply to those who hurt those that live and thrive in the Warren, he tries hard to protect.

Big mouthed: Somtimes, he can be too talkative for his own good, and it can sometimes lead him into trouble. Sometimes, he'll accidentally say something in a wrong way, and he'll accidentally offend another rabbit, without really realizing it, until it's too late.

Clingy: Sometimes, he can be a bit too clingy. Especially when it comes to either mates, or friends. Usually, it'll be over bearing for the other party, and he'll have his feelings hurt once they tell him off. At least, it only depends on the way the tell him he is being a bit too clingy.

Sensitive: Sometimes, when his feelings get hurt, he'll tear up, and you won't see him for the rest of the day, unless he's out patrolling, or doing something that was needed from someone. Otherwise, he'll isolate himself till the next day.

Secretive: He won't neccesarily tell most others of what he's seen or been through, unless they are family, or very close. Maybe, even if they were becoming mates. Otherwise, he will keep everything that he seems he needs to hide, to himself.

Backstory:

Kit: Pinecone was born from Pecan and Sunflower. Both nice, loving rabbits, and he was born chipper, with two other littermates named Dragonfly, and Crow. They had peaceful lives, out on a born. Avoiding cats, and dogs, and fighting off a few rats here and there. Though, they mostly stayed in the meadow, where the calfs pranced, and the cows ate. Life was good, and peaceful. His mother often stayed in the burrow with them, and told them stories, and tales of where she was born, and how there father and her met. She taught them how to dig, and identify different smells, while there father taught, and helped them run, and run fast. With a bit of lessons of fighting as well. Pecan helping them scavenge, and learn there way home, if they ever got lost or seperated from each other. Pincecone was a kit that could run fast, and dig quickly as well. Though he wasn't one to remember most of the things they could, or couldn't eat, and he usually lost his way home, when his father put him up to the test. Though, nonetheless, his parents were patient with him, and trained him till he mastered it.

Muddypaw: When he was barely a muddypaw, that was when the incident happened. The farmers wives garden had been eaten, many times over. They should've seen it coming. Though, by the time they realized it, it was too late. They were hunted, and shot at. Almost drowned out of there burrow, as they tried to escape. Pecan stayed behind, trying to rescue Crow, though he drowned, as he had not gotten out in time. By going back, Pecan had taken the rick of being shot, and was killed soon after, whilst trying to get away. Sunflower carried her kits, as she ran. She never looked back for a second. Not for there father, and certainly not dragonfly. She needed to focus on the ones, that she could save. So she continued to run, as far as the wind could take her. Soon they had found a place to rest, though not a safe one. That night, sunflower was taken from the small place they decided to hide in, by an owl. Pinecone, and Dragonfly hadn't noticed, until they woke up that night. Seeing the bloodstains of the struggle there mother put up, and soon, they were alone. Trekking there way through the forest, trying hard to find things to eat, and making sure they weren't about to get eaten, Pinecone had already almost died, more then once.

Dragonfly, had enough of this, and soon she had snapped at him. Calling him a burden, and a liability. Nothing good was to come from him, and soon that argument turned into something more physical. Dragonfly had taken no mercy on Pinecone, and she gave him the small scars on his belly and his muzzle. the ruckus was loud, and to pinecone, and his small size. It felt like they were shaking the whole field. About to give up, and give in to his sister. He soonfelt a shadow over his eyes. Looking up, he saw the largest bird, he had ever seen. The hawk had swooped down, and had pounced on his sister. She scrambled and squeaked, and he tried with all his might to save her, only to have the large hawk rake its claws across his back. He fell to the ground, as he watched his sister fight. Only for the hawk to fly away, as he heard one last squeak from her, before he fell unconscious.

After a few days, he woke up in a burrow. A large, grey rabbit, with ripped ars, seemed to be checking over him. Soon, when he was storng enough to answer the questions. He had felt regret. He had wanted to protect his sister, and protect his family, though he had failed. The old rabbit had introduced himself as Cobweb, and introduced him to the warren, he now knew as Buttercup Hill. Telling him all that he needed to do, and what he would be doing, as he explained the rules of the Warren to him. After what Dragonfly hd said, he listened well to Cobweb. Once the elder finished explaining everything, he decided to become an Owsla. Planning to protect the warren, with all his might. For fear of what happened to his family, would happen again. He would no longer find himself to be a burden to those he cared for.

Mate: None (Open)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Kits: None

Kin: none

Roleplay example:

His ears flattened, as she continued to yell at him. His eyes narrowing, as he felt himself become smaller then he normally felt. He didn't need this. He didn't want this. Didn't she know, he didn't mean to be a burden. He didn't mean to forget everything there father told them, he just had. He was still trying to get over the death of there mother as well. Didn't she understand, they needed each other. They couldn't be fighting now. Before he could speak up, and argue. He felt claws rake across his muzzle, and he was soon pushed to his side. Dragon fly had pinned him, and she swiped her claws hard and fast. Trying to end his stupid excuse for existince, as she growled, and continued to yell at him. "I WISH IT WAS YOU THAT WAS DROWNED! I WISH YOU HAD BEEN SHOT! I WISH THE HAWK HAD TAKEN YOU< YOU WORTHLESS RUNT!" she yelled, as she continued to beat him without mercy.