BIOGRAPHY
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Biography
Name: Flax
Name meaning: For his brownish pelt colour.
Previous names: None.
Gender: Male.
Sexual orientation: Bisexual.
Age: 40 moons.
Joining Age: 16 moons.
Season of birth: New-leaf.
Belief in StarClan: [2/5] - "Well.. the Clan cats believe in them, and I've seen some stuff I can't explain, so they might be real?"
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Appearance
Brief description: A tall, pinkinsh-light brown tom with short fur and yellowish-amber eyes and large ears.
Body type: Slender and tall.
Scars: None.
Missing limbs / impairments: None.
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Occupation
Clan/Permanent Residency/Byr: WoodClan.
Rank: Counselor.
Apprentice: None.
Previous apprentices: None.
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Stats
Strength: 3
Speed: 7
Wisdom: 4
Scenting: 3
Hunting: 4
Attack: 3
Defense: 4
Total: 28
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History
Flax was born the only one of his litter, and was taken care of by his father for most of his early years. His mother had died while giving birth to him, to his father's dismay. They had a comfortable childhood, settling in a small woods a good distance from the Clan territories, but as he got older, Flax got curious. He'd heard rumours of large groups of cats near a big lake, and left his father, who didn't want to leave, behind.
When Flax arrived in WoodClan, he was welcomed, much to his surprise. He settled in fairly quickly, and made his first friend there, Flintspark. Though he was decent at hunting and fighting, he struggled to find his place as a warrior, so when the new rank of counsellor was announced, he knew this was him. He was glad for a chance to repay these cats for sharing their home with him.
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Personality
+ Kindhearted, intelligent, curious
Flax is a fair and kind tom, that would gladly help a cat in need. They're an extremely good listener, and will offer up advice or help if you confide in them. He's very supportive, and tries to be nice to any cat he meets, and even if he dislikes them, will be sure to not let them know. Flax is also rather clever, and has a great memory. He loves to learn new skills, and is intrigued by the Clans, their religion and customs, and history. He always overthinks everything, and finds it hard to come to conclusions sometimes. Flax is also extremely curious. They are always hungering for knowledge, and enjoy bugging other cats for details on the Clans' histories.
= Quiet, observant, introverted
Flax is not an extremely social cat. He prefers to stay quiet and unnoticed, blending in well in most situations. He's not very vocal about his opinions, and respects others' views. Keeping his head down most of the time, Flax doesn't draw much attention. He is also very observant, and notices small details that most would look over. He's really interested in insects and small animals, and could spend days studying a woodlouse or spider. He's great at reading emotions, too, and can even sometimes sense others' feelings. Flax is an introvert. They don't speak often, but don't necessarily feel overwhelmed, or uncomfortable in social settings. He likes to talk to people, but mostly prefers to see and listen.
- Insecure, cowardly, weak
Deep down, Flax is a very insecure cat. He keeps this hidden, but sometimes, around cats he trusts, it does surface. They can get a little touchy when talking about their mother, although he is generally quite open about his past. Flax is not a fighter. He has little to no confidence, and if he can't solve a problem with words, he would very rarely stay for a fight. He's very fast and runs away from his problems if he can. Flax is also fairly vulnerable. He's not by any chance strong, or good at fighting, and is quite sickly, becoming ill fairly often. They don't show this, often, though, and his close friends always wonder why he's always disappearing.
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Relationship
Mate: Flintspark.
Previous mate: None.
Looking for: Kindhearted, extroverted.
Likes: Caring, charismatic.
Dislikes: Snobbish, mean.
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Miscellaneous Information
Likes: Safety, trees, shelter.
Dislikes: Open air, danger, death.
Fears: Water, losing loved ones, injury.
Goals: To be the best cat he can be.
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Roleplay Sample
Flintpaw dribbled onto his moss bedding, dreaming happily of fields of mice and rabbits that came up to him, offering their delicious services. The tom was purring quietly, the not-too-warm sun of new-leaf warming his fur.
His ear twitched at the distant sound of a voice, and he began to drift slowly out of the dream. The freezing cold hit him as he opened one droopy eyelid. He groaned, pushing his muzzle into the soft moss bedding once again, as he realised who was speaking. Training? He'd much rather be back in that meadow. Training!
Today's my first day of training!
The thought hit him, and he couldn't help but feel a small spark of excitement, followed by another wave of longing to be out of the chilly draft of the doorway. StarClan, how he wished he could be back in the safe, cosy walls of the nursery. Any normal kit would think otherwise, but Flintpaw never wanted to grow up. Why should he, when his life was already great?
"It's too early!" he groaned into the moss.
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Roleplayer Info
timezone: GMT
discord: #twiglet#9603
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Credits
written description inspired by ROTC's past descriptions
application artwork (c) dreamstaves and vivalastonestar
Last Updated: July 08, 2022