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EDIT: Updated relationships, added art credits! EDIT: Updated information, added more history and relationships!~Art credits from left to right are:
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|| ✦ ... Identification ... ✦ ||
Name: Sleekfur
Former Name(s): Sleek-kit, Sleekpaw
Prefix Meaning: Sleek- For his soft, sleek pelt
Suffix Meaning: Fur- In honor of his sleek fur
• Current Clan: Galeclan
Past Clan(s):
• Age: 28
• Birth Season: New-leaf
• Rank: Warrior
• Gender: Tom/Male
• Current Mentor: N/A
Past Mentor(s):
• Current Apprentice:
Past Apprentice(s):
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|| ✦ ... Attraction ... ✦ ||
• Current Mate; N/A
• Past Mate(s); Sycamoreheart
• Current Attraction(s);
-ThistleSMOKE hUE
• Past Attraction(s);
-Rosetail
-Spottedwing
-Shadingwater
-Sycamoreheart
-Dreamrose
• Sexual Orientation;
• Likes; Either VERY dark or VERY light fur, green/blue eyes, very orange-amber eyes
• Dislikes; Grey fur, dull fur, yellow eyes, rude personalities
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|| ✦ ... Physical Exterior ... ✦ ||
• Physique: A slim tom with a petite body frame. He is slightly smaller than the average tom and has small paws. His legs are long as well as his tail, and he is able to run quickly due to this.
• Breed: Balinese X Smokey Tabby X Birman X Havana Brown
• Scent: Pine needles and dew
• Voice: Prompto-FFXV- But slightly deeper
• Fertility: 85%
• Musculature: He is on the skinnier side, and though he is strong for how he appears, it is hard to see his muscles.
• Banned Traits: N/A
• Height: 10 Inches
• Gait: He walks with a kind of slight bounce in his step, paws flicking up as they hit the ground.
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|| ✦ ... Stats... ✦ ||
• Strength: 40/100
• Speed: 60/100
• Swimming: 2/100
• Fishing: 0/100
• Fighting: 30/100
• Stalking: 50/100
• Tree Climbing: 20/100
• Forest Hunting: 10/100
• Moor Hunting: 40/100
• Herbal Medicine: 10/100
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|| ✦ ... Attitude ... ✦ ||
Positive: -
Charming- Sleekfur likes to look presentable in front of she-cats, always keeping his fur clean and washing up to twice a day. He's always friendly to she-cats, but thinks of other toms even being near them as "small competition".
Charismatic- Sleekfur has a strong personality, and likes to joke around with others, and is always happy when he can manage to make them smile.
Caring- Sleekfur is very caring, so if your cat is having a rough day, BA DA-DAAAAA! Sleekfur to the rescue! Get ready, because he's coming to make you smile in any way he can!
Neutral: -
Absentminded- Sleekfur can usually be seen glaring somewhere random while your talking to him, and not have a clue what your saying, because he's in his own world.
Complex- While Sleekfur can seem like your average, everyday tom, he's way more complex than you think.
Sarcastic- Sleekfur is usually sarcastic when in a bad mood, and can sometimes come off as offensive to others.
Flirtatious- Sleekfur likes to flirt with all the she-cats he can, but doesn't think about being mates with them TOO much, though when he spots a she-cat he actually likes, he'll resort to ONLY flirting with her, and finally leave the other poor she-cats alone.
Negative: -
Childish- When in an argument, Sleekfur tends to be a bit childish, especially when it comes to toms.
Reckless- When doing something, Sleekfur doesnt think much about the effect his actions will have, and gives little thought about the future.
Gullible- Sleekfur is known to easily fall for things, believing that what others say is true.
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|| ✦ ... History ... ✦ ||
CONTAINS POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT SUCH AS: ABUSE, FLINGS, VIOLENCE AND NEGLECT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
• Prologue: Nettlefoot, a gentle, loving she-cat fell in love with Tallstep, a rough, crude cat. At the time, he had been a huge heartthrob, a handsome tom with a caring attitude towards the she-cat. As they were out hunting one day, Nettlefoot settled the information onto his that she was pregnant with his kits. This resulted in Tallstep becoming hostile and hateful of the she-cat. Around others, he tried to seem nicer, but told the she-cat that he would never care for the kits.
Nettlefoot fell to her paws, eyes watering. " Please Tallstep! You cant just ignore this!" Tallstep gave off an annoyed sneer, looking off as is this she-cat that he had once been in love with was now a nuisance to him. A thorn in his paw. "Listen Nettlefoot. This wasn't my fault, and I will have no part in the raising of these kits. Do you understand?" He said, wanting to quickly denounce the subject, and to brush it off of his shoulder. Nettlefoot's eyes widened, only a stutter escaping her mouth. "T-Tallstep..." She stood up, knowing what she had to do, a sudden early maternal instinct taking over. "Listen Tallstep " She hissed, taking a wide step forward so that she was almost muzzle-to-muzzle with him. Her eyes seemed glazed with a burning anger, her claws kept sheathed. "You will CARE for these kits, and you will NOT neglect them! These are YOURS." She hissed. Tallstep took a step back, seeming shocked at her sudden change in mood. He shook it off, eyes squinting. "Don't try me Nettlefoot. I'm not going to play your idiotic games-" He was cut off. "No Tallstep! YOUR the idiot! What YOU do is idiotic! i'm tired of your constant patronizing! You don't have to run away from your responsibilities just because your a COWARD" She yelped as Tallstep let out a ferocious growl and swung a large paw at her, dagger-like thick claws unsheathed and well-aimed at her small face. She was sent back roughly as the attack landed perfectly. She stayed to the ground first, whimpering, afraid to move. Finally, Nettlefoot softly got to her paws, feeling nauseated and dizzy, wanting nothing more but to lay back down and try to rethink everything whilst the blood welled up on the side of her face from deep scars that were now left there. Tallstep set a cold gaze to the she-cat, who trembled softly in front of him. "May i say it again, if the time does come. I will not- And I repeat will not take care of your Starclan-forsaken kits." he muttered, then abruptly turned around, tail flicking, and padded away.
•Infancy: Sleek-kit was a curious and playful kit, always wanting to be around the excitement. He had an older brother named Rustedkit, who stuck with him as is he were glued to him. Two peas in a pod, you would say. They spent almost all their time together, until Rustedkit started to hang out more with their father-Tallstep. He fell heavily under his influence and began to drift apart from his younger brother, becoming more impatient with the annoying kit.
Sleek-kit tumbled after Rustedkit. "I heard you were going to be an apprentice soon! Can you teach me some battle moves?" He slipped into a clumsy crouch, unaware that his brother was completely attempting to ignore him. "Or maybe hunting!" He got back up normally, tying to fall into the same quick pace that his brother was going. "Rustedkit! hey! Hey bro!!" He mewled loudly. Rustedkit rolled his eyes, walking quicker. Sleek-kit refused to give up, and a stubborn look was now splashed onto his face. "Rustedkit!" He yowled loudly, earning a few cat's attention and a few turned heads. Rustedkit quickened his pace even more, eyes kept down, claws slowly flexing nervously. By the time Sleek-kit had worked up what to say next, they were out of camp, in a piece of forest that the kit was unfamiliar with. Rustedkit paced wack in forth with a weary, uncertain, sorry kind of look on his face. "Rustedkit, why have you been ignoring me? We used to play together so much!" He looked down at his paws. Rustedkit stopped pacing, eyes settling down onto his younger brother. "Sleek-kit, i'm so sorry, dad wanted me to. Don't hold me accountable for this, I- I can't disobey him and..." A look of pure sorrow hit Sleek-kit like a brick, and his fur prickled, feeling as if he would need to run. But... why would he need to run from his brother? He trusted him more than anyone else. Rustedkit stuttered more, before he finally got the rest of his sentence out. "Forgive me." And with that, he swung up a paw. Sleek-kit crouched down, eyes wide with a sudden fear that he hadn't been expecting. Either Rustedkit had seen this, or couldn't have done it in the first place, but he slowed down last minute, enough for Sleek-kit to flinch and move out the way. Rustedkit had still caught him and nicked him in the ear, and looked horrified as blood welled up onto his brother's ear. Sleek-kit yelped, eyes watering, but for some reason, his light green-emerald gaze was glued to his brother, as if he couldn't believed what had happened. Rustedkit shook violently, paws, tail and nose trembling. He quickly turned and dashed away, leaving his younger brother mostly unharmed, but scarred.
• Adolescence: Sleekpaw took being an apprentice as a free chance to finally flirt with the gorgeous she-cats, a kind of habit that he had developed as a substitute for being alone and depressed as some cats might have taken the situation that he had gone through. Some cats thought that he had gotten his scars from just being a troublemaker, and getting into trouble with other patrols from the surrounding clans, and he accepted this, because it made him seem cool. The sexy, dashing, charismatic, flirtatious, irresistible, delicious, handsome, radiant.... You get the point. It made him seem cooler than he was. Sleekpaw still didn't have many friends, but did still try to make his father proud as much as Rustedpaw did. Rustedpaw had completely avoided him as much as possible, seeming more jittery around him, which his father strongly disapproved of. He couldn't even look him in the eyes. Sleekpaw had begun to take training sessions in the woods with his father after his normal training, making him sickeningly tired after each day.
Sleekpaw followed his father into the deeper parts of their territory, until they reached a somewhat small clearing. "Alright." Tallstep started, giving his youngest son a disapproving glare with cold eyes as he sized him up properly. Such a scrawny thing. "We will begin with battle training. You certainly need it." He muttered, knowing that his son could hear him. Sleekpaw lowered his head, not proud of how scrawny he was either, and not appreciating that his father had called him out on it. "What do you want me to do?" Sleekpaw asked, not meaning to sound as rude as he did. His father stopped for a moment as if trying to see if he had just used a disrespectful tone on him. He shook his head, padding next to him. Sleekpaw hated the feeling of having such a powerful cat stand next to him, knowing he could easily loose a fight if this was the situation. "When pouncing, lower your head and back, and keep your legs tucked halfway in." He said, sounding oddly helpful. Sleekpaw did just that, though he had copied it quite awkwardly. He flinched as his father took a massive paw and fixed him until he was in the proper position. Tallstep crouched down into the pouncing pose, letting Sleekpaw see how a 'real tom-cat' does it. Sleekpaw looked up expectantly. "Then what?" Tallstep taught him from dusk until midnight. At the end, Sleekpaw had a few minor cuts and sores, and wanted nothing more but to lay down and go to sleep, but stood straight to impress his father, trying to ignore his aching, shaky legs. He held his head high, his eyes dull. Tallstep smiled, circling his son with a kind of wicked pride. Maybe he could be of use after all... "Do you need me to do anything else father?" Sleekpaw mewed, his throat somewhat scratchy, his voice heavy and tired. Tallstep began to pad away quietly. "That will be all for today." Tallstep said, before slowing his pace and partially looking back. "You did good. I'm proud of you." These words had shocked Sleekpaw to such an extent that he had looked down again to properly comprehend what had just happened, though his father was gone by then. Pride for himself welled up in his chest, and he gave off a grin that went from ear to ear. He turned to pad back towards camp when a heavy mass landed square on his back. His tired legs couldn't hold him up and gave away under the heavy weight. He fell down, a paw pressing onto the back of his head and pushing his face into the ground. He grunted, trying to push himself up, the sandy dirt aggravating his face. He tried to yell, but the pressure that seemingly came from all directions wouldn't let him. As he let out another growl-grunt, he heaved himself up as much as possible, only to get his face slammed down into the dirt again. He winced, one eye closed to avoid the ground, one eye open and squinted. He screamed as thick claws raked down his sides and the paw that had been on his head slid down onto his cheek. He flailed around in pain as he was roughly grabbed by the scruff and dragged. Years seemed to go by as he was dragged over the terrain and dropped off somewhere that seemed odd...Not home. He pushed himself to look up, and saw a large red twoleg den that had fences and weird, foreign animals fenced in around it. He didn't have time to wonder what they were when he was thrown into a bush and beaten even more. He looked up, body too sore to move and vision blurry. He saw a large shape staring down at him with familiar cold eyes. It could only be identified as his father Tallstep. He let out a small whimper, body gently shivering as he went unconscious.
• Adulthood: TBA
• Medicine Cat: "Ew- Who would want to smell herbs all day?"
• Deputyship: "Maybe one day!"
• Leadership: "Hah- I wish!"
• Retirement: "Rude! I'm not that old!"
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|| ✦ ... Relations ... ✦ ||
Bullet Guide:
ll Slight attraction
ll Attraction
ll Infatuation
ll Lust
ll Like
ll Respected
ll Greatly respected
ll Idolizes
ll Slight Curiosity
ll Major Curiosity
ll Interested In
ll Unease
ll Disgust
ll Aversion
ll Slight crush
ll Crush
ll Major Crush
ll Love
ll Friend
ll Good friend
ll Close friend
ll Wants to get to know them
ll Misses
ll Can't bear without
ll Platonic Like
ll Like Family
ll Joint at the hip
ll Slight suspicion
ll Major suspicion
ll Distrust
ll Annoyed by
ll Dislike
ll Hate
ll Despises
ll Shy
ll Nervous
ll Discomfort
???ll Missing/Status Unknown
ll Dead
ll Mate
ll Family
ll Fling / Ex-mate / Donor
| Nettlefoot| Mother || |NPC
"My dear mother...I don't know what i could do without her. Shes the nicest cat in the whole forest.."
"She's gone.... I-I.."
"I miss you..."
| Tallstep| Father || |???|NPC
"I HATE you."
|Thistlepaw|Heart-throb| |||||MEREALii
"For Starclan's sake... He's the most amazing cat I've ever known."
"He lets me talk about my problems and...I... He's a great friend..."
"Roses are red, violets are blue, I like that booty, and I'm glad its my booty too~"
|Spottedwing| Best friend|||||||
"Yeah! She's great."
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The sun still hung high over the sky that afternoon, and Hareheart decided to go take a walk out in the territory. She'd already gone on a hunting patrol, and as far as she knew she had the rest of the day to herself. Her bright eyes gleamed happily as she took in the territory around her. It took all of the self control that she had within her to keep herself from running out and rolling about in the dirt. Hareheart didn't often go out in the territory just to enjoy it, so she told herself to just take it all in. Even if she'd lived here her entire life, she would still never get used to how pretty it is. Her tail waved out behind her in good nature.
The golden warrior was approaching the GaleClan border, and she couldn't help but think that she couldn't last recall ever having met anyone from GaleClan. How cool would it be to meet a GaleClan warrior, though? The GorgeClan she-cat couldn't help but think, tilting her head a bit as she diverted her path to walking alongside the border instead of, oh, I don't know, going across the border.
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damn wanna rp with c0ffeebab.deviantart.com/art/S… ? <3
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Yeeeeee <333
Just send a starter over^^
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"Roses are red, violets are blue, I like that booty, and I'm glad its my booty too~"
Sleekfur is iconic.
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Wink wonk
Sleek's got that noice Badonkadonk
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wanna rp with this bab in notes or comments?: novasillusion.deviantart.com/a…
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Sure! Just shoot a note over^^
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Of course!
Mind sending a starter my way?
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Oml I forgot about this///
Could you?
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I ALSO BROUGHT BACK MAPLE(EXCEPT SHES AN APPRENTICE RIP) WE SHOULD RP THEM AGAIN SOMETIME
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//SLAPS KNEE
yES
GAH THROW ME A STARTER
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