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Finished everything finally <3

[EDIT] 3.14.13
if one more person mentions the arm on the pelt being on the wrong
I don't care if you're going to mention it but if all you say is that and don't even acknowledge the hard work I put into the actual application I will just no
I CANNOT FIX IT
I ACCIDENTALLY DIDN'T SAVE THIS NEW VERSION AS A PSD FILE
if i get one more note about this im going to scream

[EDIT] 3.13.13
o Design Changed
o Backstory Added

G E N E R A L

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Name : Cobrastrike
Past Names : Cobrakit / Cobrapaw

Clan : River Clan
Rank : Warrior
Gender : Male
Age : 40 months // 3 1/2 Years
Breed : Absyinian // Moggy X Toyger // American Short Hair
Sexual Orientation : Straight

A P P E A R A N C E

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General Appearance:

Cobrastrike is a ginger tom. He’s got a cream colored underbelly with a red back and some stripes. There’s small patches of cream and black scattered around his pelt in a strange pattern. His build is rather large and stocky and even though he’s almost four years old he’s still growing. He stands close to the height of an average tom. He would be taller, but the tom leans to one side because he is missing one of his legs. His stump is covered in scars and His right eye is blind from a badger attack.

Size : Average
Height : Tall
Weight : Average

Eye Color : Red - Grey / Brown
Fur Color : Ginger
Fur Length : Medium
Fur Texture : Messy / Rough / Thick
Hair-Do : Sticks straight up
Ear Length : Short / Small
Tail Length : Short
Paw Size : Large

Disabilities : Blind in Right eye ; Stump right front leg
Key Features : Mane ; Eyes ; Pelt Pattern

P E R S O N A L

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Personality :

o Cocky o
Cobrastrike is cocky thanks to the personality of both of his parents. The trait was the downfall of his father for being overly cocky thinking he could get away with stealing his own kits. Cobra tries to suppress this, but still feels strongly that his opinion is important and so is he. He fears little and thinks of himself as great which also makes him rash and impatient. He works wonderfully under pressure but so terribly if it would happen to be the wrong decision. It’s likely going to be his own downfall so he does tries his best to put others above himself though his own nature makes this beyond difficult. He also does not think kindly of others calling him too cocky to be able to be a leader of anything. He wants to be a great warrior, and looked up to without loving himself too much.

o Good Under pressure
x Thinks too much of himself

o Intelligent o
This ginger tom is not to be thought of as slow. Though he acts on spurts of emotional anger and rashness he does harbor an intelligent mind. It may be brought to himself because of his mother’s cleverness and her natural ability to figure things out, but it also is because he was forced to mature a lot earlier than any kit should have had to. He handles situations well if he slows down and can usually solve many everyday problems with quirky solutions. He loves to be called smart and will beam and agree with you if you do so. It’s a wonderful way to get on his good side. This tom can totally take a compliment. It’s a bad trait due to the fact he costs on the fact others think he’s clever. He loves to brag about what he’s recently discovered thanks to his cocky attitude. Without his intelligence he maybe would have never been cocky in the first place.

o Can solve problems easily
x Cause of Rashness

o Holds Grudges o
His father is completely to blame for this. He holds many personal grudges towards his father for taking him and his sister and blames him completely for her death and his dismemberment and mental confusion. He is quick to fault others and create scapegoats. He will also hold something small against you. You could almost say he has trust issues which he most likely does. It’s honestly easy to make friends with him, but to do so it’s almost like walking on a live minefield. This makes him wary of many people which may or may not be a bad thing. He does this out of pure fear that he would not personally admit to anyone unless they were as close to him as his own mother or sister.

o Cautious
x Closed off

o Emotional o
Cobrastrike lost his sister in a terrible way and he also suffered a terrible injury from an attempted suicide when he was only a kit. This has scarred him pretty bad giving him a bit of a tragic time trying to deal with life problems. The slightest thing can upset him and though he doesn’t look like he’s upset on the outside he will eventually fall to pieces and sob or come to the point where he explodes in a fit of anger. Though this trait seems like it has nothing good to offer, it does. His emotional attitude makes him quick to sympathize with those who are hurt, lost, or scarred like he is. He loves to try and make someone’s life easier so they won’t have to go through what he had to. He will stand up for anyone he sees is being mistreated.

o Has a Backbone
x Easily Upset by personal comments

o Easily Triggered o
Being the kit of a hot headed ginger gives him much of the same issue. Along with his emotional outbreaks he has many anger fits in which he will suddenly explode over many small things and attack the closest person he can find at fault. Though, he absolutely hates this about himself because his father used to do the exact thing. He tries to keep it under control but normally he has a large amount of emotions built up in his own mind along with worries and anxiety. Things like misplaced prey or slightly rude comments will make him blow up. After the episode he will normally be snappy all day and will not talk to anyone.

o Tells it like it is
x Anger fits

Likes
o Fire
o Being Warm
o Fish
o The Water
o His Mother
o Apprentices

Dislikes
o His father
o Two Legs
o Monsters
o Heights
o Comments about his leg and eye

Brief History :

--Kithood

Cobrastrike was never much of a clan cat. He was born in RiverClan to two parents. His pappy, Heatedheart was a bit strange. Many of the cats in the clan didn’t like him. He had an incisive fascination with the local two legs who didn’t live that far away. His mate, Lovevein really did love him, and tried to get the others to see the same. She was a distant relative to Crookedstar, well that’s what everyone claimed. She never thought that much. The She-cat tried to act normal and not get too uppity with herself, though she did harbor a large ego. Heatedheart loved her just as much as she loved him. They were somewhat inseparable and they bared two kits, Cobrakit and Honeykit. They were beautiful and Lovevein was very proud. Heatedheart was a little antsy about them unsure if he’d be a good father. He kept his distance and slowly sunk back into his obsession with the humans. His mate let him do whatever he felt like for a little while, but she was being ignorant and naïve to Heatedheart’s escalading condition. He began to disappear for weeks at a time, but never the less he would return to see his kits and mate claiming he was just looking around and got lost. Once again Lovevein let it slide like a fool.

Finally one night he did happen to snap. “I can take them with me! We’ll all live with the humans it’ll keep us safe and we’ll have all the mice we can eat!” He said to himself as he paced around the camp. He snuck into the nursery and noticed his mate had gone for a late night walk. It was a perfect opportunity. He grabbed his kits who both mewed out. Heatedheart ran out of camp frantically and a few cats chased after him. Everyone knew he was fast, but never had any idea he was actually this fast. He got away from his clan with both kits and took them to an abandoned barn he had found during all his travels. He set them both down in the old hay and showed them his pallet he had prepared for them. “How do you guys like it huh?” He asked and laughed to himself, “We’re going to have so many mice and never gonna be cold again.” The kits looked at their father surprised. Honeykit was confused and a little scared but she trusted her father. Cobrakit was ecstatic to be somewhere new. “Wow we’ll never be hungry or cold? Why doesn’t the whole clan come here?” He said excitedly. His father shook his head, “They don’t understand what I understand Cobrakit, now you two get some sleep, tomorrow we can go to the big barn!” and they slept.

Back at RiverClan everyone was up and looking around, all the warriors had been told to search for the kits. Lovevein was shocked and she helped as much as she could. Everyone was expecting as much from Heatedheart and asked their leader how he had not be exiled. After all, a cat with that much interest in the human world was being driven by dark forest cats! They never found the kits that night and they were missing for a long while. A month passed until Lovevein finally decided to ask around see if any cats would be willing to search the two-leg area with her. No one wanted to come claiming that they wouldn’t be alive by then, and maybe she should start moving on. The stubborn she-cat refused to and set out by herself to find them.

The kits had moved into the larger barn now and the two-legs had accepted them like Heatedheart promised they would. The barn provided endless amounts of mice and Heatedheart and his kits met many traveling cats that stopped in the barn for a night or two. The two-legs gave them milk, but there was always a small two-leg who liked to man handle Cobrakit and Honeykit. Their father told them that was the only human they needed to avoid, and cobrakit did so, but honeykit loved the small human. They played all the time, but one day the human dropped honeykit and hurt her giving the small kit a limp. Heatedheart hissed at her and warned this is what would happen if she kept playing with the human kit. Honeykit pleaded to go home so she could let the medicine cat fix her leg, but Heatedstar told her no. She sat still for as many days as she could before she decided on her own to leave. She got her brother and told him they were leaving. She wanted her leg fixed so she could be a warrior. Cobrakit couldn’t say no to something like this, and feared for his sibling’s safety so he went with her and they snuck outside the barn under their father’s nose.

It was a long trip back home for two lost kits, and neither one of them knew the way back, the poor kits had actually turned and gone the wrong way away from the camp. They trucked on for weeks trying to get back, but they were sure something was wrong. More and More human thunderpaths kept showing up. The monsters on them started to get more frequent and it was hard for Honeykit to make it across the road like she did. They stopped for water one day and their tummies ached with hunger. They had been surviving off of carrion for so long it had begun to poison both of them, and infection had set in on Honekit’s leg. She could no longer walk and pleaded with her brother to carry her so he promised to do so, and he would get her back to camp. She’d be the best warrior ever and everyone would be proud because she was so cool even with a lame leg!

He dragged her through everything, mud, twigs, and thorn bushes each time they exited something he would clean her body. She had gotten to the point where she was so weak she could no longer speak. The she-kit just gave her brother a faint smile each time he cleaned her and picked out the thorns. The two had now gotten hopelessly lost. They hadn’t seen a thunderpath in days which gave them false hope they were almost home. It only took their dad two days to get them to the barn and it had been at least a month that they were lost in the woods. They were almost six moons they needed to get home! Suddenly They came across another thunderpath. Cobrakit fell to the ground unable to go on and cried. “Honeykit we’re lost!” He shouted as he buried his face in his own paws. He looked down at his unresponsive sister. Her eyes were closed and she looked very calm. It had just struck him that she hadn’t opened them in a long time. He nudged her, “Honeykit come on speak up tell me what to do you’re smarter than me!” He cried. Though it was too late, he suddenly realized she had been dead this whole time. He had been dragging his sister’s body around for who knows how long. He cried out in frustration and got up pacing around. He yelled out to the stinking monsters. “Just take me home! I know how fast you guys are! You can just take me home already!” He screamed and jumped out into the road overcome with blinding emotions. The car hit him.

He woke up later expecting to be in starclan, dead along with his sister. He opened his orangey-red eyes. He was in the medicine cat den. He gasped and jumped a pain shot up in his leg and he cried out scared. Was it all just a dream. “What’s going on?” He asked out loud just hoping someone would hear him. Was he alone? If this was a dream he was going to be more than upset. Suddenly he heard a voice cry out, “Lovevein he’s awake!” and his cream colored mother ran and rubbed her face on his. His mother couldn’t even utter words she was so shocked he was all right. He rubbed his face back and asked what had happened. Lovevein explained everything that had happened. That their father took them and she went to find him and his sister, but found him mangled in the street and she also found honeykit. She brought them both back to camp. Cobrakit looked stunned, “But—“ He looked around, “So Honeykit’s really gone?” He muttered. Lovevein nodded and Cobrakit curled up in her lap. He suddenly jumped like he noticed something and looked down. His front leg was gone. He gasped like he didn’t understand, but then. The monster. “Did the monster take my leg?” He looked up at his mother and she nodded. He just looked down shocked and just pressed his head to her chest.

Weeks passed for Cobrakit to go back to normal. It took him time to learn how to walk again and many people though he wouldn’t be able to ever be a warrior with his disability, but everyone wanted to give him a shot. He had been through enough anyway. He was seven moons when he received his apprentice ceremony.

--Apprenticeship

He was a determined apprentice, and he had his mentor, Hawksight to thank. Hawksight was a seasoned warrior. He had strong blood and shared a love for the small apprentice with the hurt leg. He wished his best to him and figured out a fighting style that helped him perfectly with his battling. Hawksight had started to become Cobrapaw’s father figure, though his mentor already had his own family he left his mate and became Lovevein’s new mate. They were a new family, and unbelievably happy. It was so wonderful for Cobrapaw to feel normal again. He loved it so much and the training and hunting gave him a new perspective on life. He made many apprentice friends and felt widely accepted and happy. Honestly nothing went bad when he was an apprentice. He felt that life was wonderful and took everything in stride.

He even managed to take down a badger with his mentor’s help. The creature had wandered in from another clan’s territory and had been harassing and attacking some scent patrols so Hawksight and some other warriors were sent to run it off. Cobrapaw secretly tagged along even though he hadn’t been invited and Hawksight chided him for being so dumb as to do something like this. While his mentor was yelling at him Cobrapaw suddenly noticed the badger not too far away and it was coming straight for them. “Watch out!” He yelled and the warriors jumped out of the way. Hawksight and the others took action and Cobrapaw threw in a few scratches here and there. The Badger fled with its tail between its legs. Hawksight told Cobrapaw that his actions were foolish, yet brave and in the end he was called the hero of the mission for chasing the creature away.

He went every day thinking about honeykit and the promise he had made. That she was going to be the best warrior even with her broken leg, now he was doing just that. The inner drive he had was because of his sister. He loved her dearly and still swore to keep up the promise with himself instead. He was going to be the best warrior. The Leader dubbed him Cobrastrike and he beamed, more proud of himself than ever before.

--Early Warrior Life

During the first month of his warrior-ship both his mother and Hawksight had contracted Greencough. He was so afraid of losing them both that he just started to shut them both out hoping it would just go away. Obviously it didn’t work and they both died, but he made sure that they knew he loved them both. He kept on being as good as he could be but without his old mentor teaching him he started to get rusty on his fighting moves. He tried to train every day but it only brought back some painful memories. Shutting them out was no longer an option for he had held too many bad feelings up in his chest. He shut down and just stopped all together this lasted for moons and moons. It wasn’t until the clan needed him that he stepped up and took the incentive.

There was another badger in their territory again, and since Hawksight had given Cobrastrike the honor of having defeated. Cobrastrike was the first to be called on to go vanquish it. He got a group together and him and a few other warriors went out and started teasing the badger scratching at it, but this badger was fiercer than the first one, and significantly clever. His mind was also clouded. He went into battle and went for the final blow to knock the badger out of their land and the ginger warrior tripped. The badger’s claws raked over his face. He stumbled back and screamed as another warrior took his place and drove the badger out.

Once again Cobrastrike found himself admitted back into the medicine cat den. This time he awoke in a daze and sat up. His sight was gone in one of his eyes. Taken by the badger. Now he was lame in his walking and sight. He feared he would never be able to be a full warrior, but then he met someone who was willing to help him with his fighting style and hunting. She was a beautiful she-cat who had taught others before him. Cobrastrike relearned quickly and suddenly became more of a cat than he ever was. He had turned back into the tom he once was with a drive for life he was now ready to take on anything. He’s a lot older now, but still just as eager to experience new things and he’s looking very forward to finally getting an apprentice of his own.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

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Family:
Father | Heatedheart - MIA

Mother | Lovevein - Dead

Sister | Honeykit - Dead

Apprentice : N/A
Mate : N/A
Kits : N/A

Relationships :

= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Lust
= Dislike
/ = Greatly Despise

Feeling | Name - Roleplayer
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RiverClan

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ThunderClan

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ShadowClan

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WindClan

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SkyClan

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Others

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Role-play example :

[From #WarriorsValleyStream ]
Snarethroat struggled in his sleep. His ginger body thrashed. There were small squeaks coming from him as he flopped over in his bed nightmares were interrupting his once peaceful sleep. He was dreaming of things that might not be that terrifying to others. He pictured Morningsun’s face. Beautiful and spotted she always had such grace about her. The way her hair fell around her face, framing her features in such a delicate manner. The face suddenly started to shift. Morningsun’s chocolate fur faded to a pale white fur dappled with the grey and fiery red of Blossomwhisker’s. She was equally as beautiful, but made Snare oh so nervous. He didn’t want to hurt her like he had Morning. He called out quickly but his voice was lost, inaudible. He winced as she faded quickly there was a yowl in the distance and Snarethroat frantically looked around in the dark featureless dreamscape. He started running. His paws scrapped against the hard black floor and he cried out looking trying to make sure she was ok. He stopped as a cat came into focus , Rosekit? He ran towards her but he wasn’t making any progress. She was still just as far away and there was some sort of cat behind her looming and hissing. Snare stopped as the shadowy figure jumped Rosekit and she cried out in pain.

Snarethroat yowled and shot up out of his bed teetering back and forth. He looked around realizing it was a dream and a few other warriors stirred. He swallowed and looked outside. It was early. He was hoping to have slept in, but this was fine too. He carefully walked outside and exhaled shakily. The nightmares were painfully persistent, and he was hoping they would stop soon. Each one had to do with one of his kits suffering. The ever-lingering feeling of being a failed father didn’t even leave him when he slept. He sat down a few feet outside of the warrior den and spotted her. Rosepaw. She was awake at this hour? He wanted to speak to her, but just couldn’t seem to muster up the courage. She looked beautiful and he felt a pang of pride from seeing his daughter. She was growing up, and she had a wonderful ginger coat like her old man. He didn’t even realize by this time he was staring at her with a large compassionate smile on his face.

[From an OC rp with *Purrlstar]
“Look I don’t have time to hear about thing, either serve the rat customer or go take out the trash!” A loud voice rang through the kitchen at the back of Inland’s most hopping shifter restaurant in town. The voice was of the manager of course. He was speaking down to a waitress, a girl by the name of Cheyanne who had a bit of a … problem with rats and lower class. She didn’t say anything to her intimidating looking boss and took the trash bag out of his clawed hands. He sighed angrily and walked back out to the floor of the restaurant to handle this rat fellow. Cheyanne sighed and went to walk out of the back door. She noticed it closing just as she walked down to the hall. That was strange no one went back there unless they were taking out the trash. She shrugged it off and walked out of the door. The ginger shifter lifted up the bag of old rotten food and plastic and threw it in the larger bin. The female shifter rubbed her hands on her pants. Cheyanne glanced around the alley way a little bit before considering maybe she should call out and see if someone was back here. She laced her fingers together and glanced around, “Hello?” She called out, “If anyone’s back here you’re going to have to force me to get my manager! Uhm—“ She stopped wondering if this was worth it, “No one’s allowed back here…” Her voice faded as she kept speaking and her redish pink eyes darted around searching for movement of any sort.

[From #Zombroskies]
It had been quit the night, honestly it was morning like one hell of a night. Who would have thought everything could have gotten so bad so quickly. After pushing a dresser up against the door to a small bedroom in a house he didn’t recognize, Boss, the leader of one of the best teams in the city, slouched down against the wall and slid to the floor. He rasped his hands over his face a few times as he tried to slow down his incisive panting. “We’re got about probably ten minutes.” He said glancing at the door he had shoved the piece of furniture against. His yellow and green eyes flickered towards his only remaining teammate and he tried to keep his composure the best he could. He sighed and wiped his hands on his pants. “Sit down, Sit down.” He instructed quickly and motioned to the little place on the floor next to him. “Might as well not pace the room or you’ll freak yourself out.” He was more or less saying that to himself, and not RO.

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+ Playful:
Mute in his human form aside from the chirping noises from his vocal
flaps, Juice can be quite the touchy-feely type. Prone to hugging and poking,
as well and leaning on people when tired. If he is mad at someone, he might
swat their hand away from him if they go to touch his shoulder.

+ Caring:
Juice hates to see people upset, and is willing to do whatever it takes to
turn their mood around. Since he is unable to talk yet loves conversations,
he will happily listen to whatever you have to say.

+ Optimistic:
Another trait that comes along with being good natured, Juice always tends
to look on the bright side of any given situation.

+ Helpful:
Juice loves to be of use and is eager to please. He'll willing
offer help to anyone who asks. He finds charity and teamwork quite gratifying.

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- Skittish:
Considering that Notorajas are a nonviolent species for the most part
because they lack the means to properly defend themselves, Juice scares easily.
When frightened his first instinct is to run. Fast.

- Sensitive:
Juice is both sensitive in the sense that he is understanding and in touch
with emotions , but is also sensitive to remarks made by those around him
and it can be easy to hurt his feelings without meaning to. Sometimes he can
let his emotions drive him too much and make rash decisions in the process.

- Naïve:
Due to his youthful tendencies, Juice is easily susceptible to deception.
He is very trusting and willing to believe anyone. It can cause him great
distress when people contradict one other.

- Curious:
Juice is the type that is eager to learn, and so his curious side can get him into
trouble quite easily. He is not afraid to ask questions (nonverbal questions of course),
unaware of how inappropriate or upsetting they may be.

+ Speed:
Notorajas are both quick fliers as well as swimmers, reaching speeds of
up to 40 miles per hour. As a human Juice is light on his feet and faster than
the average person, though slower in comparison to his demon form.

+ Echolocation:
Lacking any form of eyes, Notorajas use a type of echolocation by releasing
chirping sounds from the vocal flaps on their necks. The holes at the tip of their faces
are not nostrils but ear holes. Juice retains this power in his human form, though he
now has a traditional set of both eyes and ears.

+ Purification:
Notorajas are particularly good about finding clean drinking water by using
the cleansing properties of their tails. At their best they can even separate the
water from mud and dry up the soil.

+ Moisture Collection:
Notorajas can draw water from not just mud, but also the moisture in the air.

+ Ice Projectiles:
One of Notoraja's few forms of defense, they can reduce the temperature of water droplets in their wings and shoot out ice crystals.

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- Mute:
Juice cannot speak in human form because he is unfamiliar
with mouths and vocal cords. Perhaps he will be able to learn
overtime...

Notorajas, also known as "Sky Rays" are small flying water demons.

Lacking a mouth at their heads, Notorajas use their sensitive tails to "sniff out" and suck up water. Notorajas are 90% water and the majority of their diet consists of water and various fruits that contain juice.

When Notorajas spend too much time in the daylight they run the risk of becoming overheated and dehydrated from their storage of water evaporating. They will often fly to high altitudes (roughly 2500 feet on a particularly hot day) in order to cool off and cause the water in their bodies to re-condense. Parts of their bodies are prone to evaporate on occasions, and can easily be regenerated after taking a swim in a nearby pond.

They thoroughly enjoy the rain and are known to dance and chirp quite actively on rainy days. They are also quite adept at swimming, though they appear to enjoy stormy weather more than ponds and lakes. They are partial to freshwater, though they will swim in saltwater if necessary.

A Notoraja's mood can be deciphered by its chirping. Higher pitched chirps usually are a sign of happiness, while lower pitches or sometimes no chirping at all could mean that they are either upset or ill. Short and quick chirps referred to as "tweeting" are a sign of playfulness and excitement while single, long notes are taken to be more serious. Be careful though, because sometimes tweeting when accompanied with a low pitch is a warning to back off. Don’t worry too much though, because Notorajas are not traditionally violent considering that they lack both teeth and claws.

While also not traditionally a species designed for walking, Notorajas have 8 legs beneath their wings. During flight, these legs will lace
together along their underbellies and will occasionally be used to carry small objects.

Juice was once part of a large school of Notorajas, living a fairly content life amongst his family. Their school for the most part kept to the shores of the Great Lakes in North America after migrating from the Gulf of Mexico. Juice never had much to worry about concerning humans. Every so often they would be approached by humans who were often enough good natured and him and his fellow Notorajas would put on a bit of a show for them. Some humans would be more hostile than others, in which case their school would take to the waters. Overall his life so far has been uneventful and carefree.

Juice is fascinated with the idea of sight, having had no way of seeing prior
to forming a bond with a human. He enjoys bright colors the most and loves to
watch both sunrises and sunsets, especially when there are clouds or if there
is a reflection off a nearby lake.

He also does not understand mouths and sometimes attempts to drink by
sticking his tail in a cup of water, which in human form can only purify and carry
water and does not actually allow him to drink. After some time his tail will
expand like a water balloon until he realizes he's not actually drinking and
releases the water back into the glass.

He is quite social and enjoys listening to conversations, but he has not
quite figured out yet how to participate in them himself. He knows very little
about reading and writing, and nothing about sign language.

As a human Juice retains his vegan habits, often just eating whole jar fulls of jam
as well as fruit and vegetable juices.

Juice let out cry after cry, but each and every time the sound waves bounced back to him instantly. He knew this meant that he must be completely encased in sometime, but this cool smooth material was unfamiliar to him. He cried again in despair, but he could feel his neck muscles begin to clench up and water began to drip from his tail.

It was so very cold in this bubble of his, he was afraid his tail would freeze shut. Having cried out all that he could, he balled himself up and covered himself with his thin wings. He could only hope whatever terrible creature had placed him in this bubble would release him soon…

Kaneko Akimitsu (金子 秋樒)

16 A.K.A RIPE FOR PLUCKING

27/10/1996

178 cm (5’10”)

60 kg (132 lbs) _{He's a skinny brat with zero muscle--}

Yuushou

TBA

TBA

Agile and has a lot of stamina, both traits taken from his soccer days. He is rational in a match and his teammates often depend on his cool-headedness. He is a fast runner and is always calm and analytical with his actions. Although his problem is that his arms are slower than his legs (result of soccer) and so he is sometimes clumsy with the ball… _{that’s what she said}

Aki is cocky and offends people for his own amusement. People who don't understand him see him as being aloof and mean. However, the people he lets into his "inner circle" understand that he is in fact just really scared of building relationships and trusting others. His insecurity is masked by his sarcasm, flirting... and trollness. He rarely shows his inner emotions or thoughts on the outside, but he's surprisingly easy to read sometimes.

Likes
+ Soccer more than basketball //hit
+ Trolling
+ SNSD (Specifically, Taeyeon and Yoona. More specifically, their legs.)
+ His family
+ Making people feel uncomfortable by saying awkward things
+ Psychology (He wants to be a psychologist when he grows up to torment people)
+ Girls
+ Cats
Dislikes
- Closed-minded people
- Babies (a freak incident in his childhood traumatised him)
- When people draw male genitalia in his books ._.
- Peer pressure
- People who are way too nice
- Avocado

- His sister’s room (Once he was snooping around and accidentally knocked over a shelf… and a whole pile of hard yaoi manga landed on him…////////)
- Being vulnerable

Soccer
Trolling
Being a jerk
Faking expressions and lying
Generating pick-up lines that make you want to slap him

Aki’s parents are classic leave-your-kids-at-home-unattended-and-go-earn-money type people. Aki’s early childhood was spent being “looked-after” by his sister, meaning being forced into flowery lace dresses, having his hair braided, watching bad soaps, etc.

He finally broke out of his sister’s dictation when he was seven. His friend showed him the wonder that was soccer and the two of them played it every day into junior high (by that time they were in a team, and really good). During the final soccer tournament, however, his team was losing because the opposition had a striker who kept scoring goals… Aki’s team’s desperation and thirst for victory made them resort to dirty tricks. Aki played midfield in the match and purposely tripped the striker. He didn’t think that that one little trip would make him fall badly and damage his spinal cord, paralysing the right side of his body. Although they won the match, Aki was consumed by guilt after this and wanted nothing to do with soccer, or his old teammates any more.

After entering high school, Aki did some therapy and came to terms with what he had done, but still refused to play soccer. His sister gave him the whole manga collection of Slam Dunk and it motivated him to join the basketball team on a whim.
Till this day, Aki never played any sport to his full potential for fear of becoming so consumed in a game that he loses sight of what’s important.

He has a baggy-uniform fetish
He gets pretty good grades because his sister tutors him like crazy
He has had two girlfriends who both dumped him
He is allergic to koala fur. Don’t ask.
He has a fluffy cow-print cat named Skull who is a snobby princess to strangers, but affectionate towards him.

"The only way you can survive in a world of liars is to become one yourself."
"My foot fungi play basketball better than you can."
"You call that dribbling? "
"Are you Jamaican? 'Cause you're jamaican' me crazy."

Parents: He is on friendly terms with his parents.
Sister (Kaneko Hazuki 金子 葉月): Aki is closest with his sister. She is the only person who truly understands him. Although she bullies him a lot, she is a great sister who is always there for him when he needs her.
Has pissed off just about everyone he's met so far (or made them cry--)

Big T.H.A.N.K.S. to ~Lady-Orcanie and =kat8674. Just because of you I was able to get this beauty and with him my very first own Nordanner!

OS The Raven's Revenge

Breeding Information

Pictures of this horse

About:

Basic Info

Horse ID: 3764
Horse name: AS High Hopes in Velvet Ropes
Barn Name: Velvet
Breed: Pure Nordanner
Registration: foal design..
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 years
Height: 16.1 HH
Color: Bay Roan
Genotype: EE Aa nR nSb nSpl nLp
PhenoType: bay roan sabino splash spotted blanket (blue eyes)
Training: undecided
Tack: unmade



Base Personality
TBA

Breeding

READ: Argentie Stables Nordanner Breeding Rules
Slots cost:
-300 points (ready use. No breedpic needed)
Feel free to note me about breedings. I might decline, but it never hurts to ask.
I do ask that you note me of the stallion before the breeding, as I like to check linege for myself.

Slots
1: *ArgentieStables
2: *ArgentieStables
3: *ArgentieStables
4: =K-a-Y-k-A-y
5: *Euphoraza
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Foals
None yet.

Bloodlines

------------------------------------------ SSS: unknown
----------------- SS: :MDS Amfortas 416:
------------------------------------------ SSD: unknown
Sire: MDS Aristophanes 1568
------------------------------------------ SDS: OS Burning Lace 88
----------------- SD: Queen Of Sparkles #344
------------------------------------------ SDD: RFS Ice 2 Break 152

------------------------------------------ DSS: Eonic DCS Everything the Light Touches #1482
----------------- DS: DCS Pick Your Poison 1613
------------------------------------------ DSD: DCS Drop It Like It's Hot 1498*****
Dam: 3115 AS Whisper War
------------------------------------------ DSS: HVS Fuhara 108
----------------- DD: 1237 DWS Khateri
------------------------------------------ DDD: EMS Thora 473

Continued from Eonic DCS Everything the Light Touches #1482

DSSS: DCS I Am Your Muse 1447
DSSSS: BVS Mikulas 400
DSSSSS: BHS Ounce Upon A Time 74
DSSSSD: DWR Anezka 86
DSSSD: KEC-My Sun and Stars 1272
DSSSDS: SFS Golden Touch Of Luck 866
DSSSDSS: OS Charlie's Angels 468
DSSSDSD: EWS Levia**** 359
DSSSDSDS: RR A Coming Exodus 460
DSSSDSDD: BHS Going Spotty 461
DSSSDD: KECs Darkest Before Dawn 335
DSSSDDS: AS-KEC Hey Arnold #424
DSSSDDD: KEC-Dane's Odessa 42
DSSD: 385 MMS Nohea ***
DSSDS: 456 DWS Zolomir*****
DSSDD: #349 Berserk
DSSDDS: 124 Frostprins*****
DSSDDD: KEC-Dont Stretch The Rainbow 306
DSSDDDS: MFS Zanzibar 112
DSSDDDD: KEC Creating A Nation 60
DSSDDDDS: KEC-A World Under Siege 12
DSSDDDDD: SKG Aryaliah 2

Continued from DCS Drop It Like It's Hot 1498*****

DSDS: 3 SKG Cavalex
DSDD: 333 DWS Arwyn**
DSDDS: 93 HH Olimar**
DSDDD: 11 DWS Eowyn*****

Kaaring

TOTAL: 23

calculate lineage later
General Art

Headshots Total Points: 0

Fullbody Total Points: 0

Shows/Training and Placings Total Points: 0

Lineage

Quality Blood Lineage Total Points: 20

3115 AS Whisper War
Eonic DCS Everything the Light Touches #1482
385 MMS Nohea ***
3 SKG Cavalex**
333 DWS Arwyn**
HVS Fuhara 108
EMS Thora 473
BVS Mikulas 400
BHS Ounce Upon A Time 74
SFS Golden Touch Of Luck 866
EWS Levia**** 359
BHS Going Spotty 461
*****KECs Darkest Before Dawn 335
456 DWS Zolomir*****
124 Frostprins*****
MFS Zanzibar 112
SKG Aryaliah 2
93 HH Olimar**
11 DWS Eowyn****

Excellent Blood Lineage Total Points: 3

DWR Anezka 86 **************

Extra

Pose ref: :devvemonxbaby:

FROSTPOOL - silver/brown classic tabby she-cat with sky blue eyes with a purple ring around the iris and a light stripe from forehead to tail tip.

Parents: Frostbite and Spottedbelly

Siblings: (there's a starclan long list as Spotted has mothered most of my characters) Ashwhisper, Wolfstar, Owlpaw(feather), Newpaw(light), Onyxpaw(whisker), Tricklepaw (stream)

Personality: Kind heart, quiet, absorbs information and never forgets a word someone has said to her. Remembers every second of every day she has lived and recall facts at any point in time. Has a sharp mind, tongue, and wit. She can be overly serious and some jokes go right over her head. Despises dirty jokes and remarks. Is rather straight laced.

Scars: The two by her eyes came when she and a fellow apprentice spared. Kelp-paw unsheathed his paws in frustration and gave both their mentors a heart attack. The one on her shoulder came when she was help captive by BoneClan cats when they attacked camp to try and take the kits. The one on her back leg was when a two leg wrapped barbed wired around her to keep her from running away. She meet Brownie and Fudge who tried to help her get through the fence and back to freedom, which is where she got the one on her flank. The fence caught her, then matted, fur and the resulting struggle left deep gashes.

Quote: I have payed the price for both my life and my freedom. No one can take a thing from me anymore!

Most likely to say:
"Back up and back off!"

"If you don't know, keep quiet please."

"How are y- No, stop, get down from there Owlpaw."

"Yes I have a smart mouth, thanks for noticing dung breath." (one of the few times she drops her proper and well mannered persona. Generally around Fillyleap.)

"I will try my utmost best."

"I think I might have an idea..."

"Give me a moment to think..."

Favorite food: Salmon, Chicken (from the near by farm) and Duck

Best Warrior Skill: Fighting

Best Warrior Trait: Swift on both land and in water

Worst Warrior Skill: Hunting (does not have the patience)

Worst Warrior Trait: By the book

Strength: *******
Agility: *******
Speed: *****
Intelligence: **********
Will: **********
Focus: ********

Rank: Warrior/Med Cat

Connection to StarClan: Finds it possible that they exist, but is easily exasperated by those who rely on them for every little thing. Likes the idea of a good place to go after death. Has talked to a few cats but doesn't dwell on it.

Apprentice: Ghostcall

Enemies: Fillyleap, Cottontail (Cottonbutt), Heatherpoint