Bloodpaw| Iceclan Med cat app

Name: BloodPaw
    NickNames:  Blood, Prickles (NEVER CALL HIM THIS) Ghost
    Past Names: Bloodkit-
Name meaning-
Blood- Bloodthorn's father blames him for his mother's death, in a instant of grief and anger he named his son Blood so he would have to live with the 'Blood on his paws'. He father didn't know about his blood colored eyes at the time of Bloodthorn's birth.

Thorn- A symbol of his medicine cat rank and for his precise treatment... and his prickly nature.

Age: 7-12 moons
    Birthday: --
    Birth Season: Fall
Gender: Male
Clan: Iceclan
Rank: Medicine cat app
Breed: Moggy

S e x u a l i t y

Orientation : Doesn't know
Overview : Bloodpaw does not openly show affection for any gender and isn't one to chase after someone. Out of character he is biromantic heterosexual and willing to love anyone, but thinks no one will ever love him like a mate would.

Opinion : TBA

Turn-Ons : X

Turn-Offs : X

Activity : Virgin
Shippings : 

F a m i l y

Mother : Silverfrost
Father : Juniperhowl

Siblings :  

Harepaw (Half brother, Shared father)

Mate : 

P e r s o n a l i t y

+ Traits-

Focused: It is near impossible to distract Blood from a task. This trait goes hand in hand with his stubbornness as he will not stop until a task is completed. The only cat who has distracted him to the point of forgetting his job is his younger brother. This is why he collects herbs by himself.

Loyal: Bloodpaw would die before betraying his clan, and refuses to go against the warrior code if he can help it. He follows every rule, every order that is given to him without question.

Comforting: If a queen is going through kitting or an elder near death, the rare trait of being comforting comes out. He will sit and help a dieing cat through their pain, give them peaceful murmurs as they drift off into the stars. It is not often that Bloodpaw shows this softer side of himself.

Wise: Wise beyond his moons, Blood has a mature air about him and a stature that commands respect. He knows to stay calm and collected and remembers EVERYTHING. He has a lot of knowledge locked away in his mind.

Skilled: Many cats have called him a prodigy due to his skills of being a medicine cat apprentice. He takes to new tasks quickly and is fast to adapt to strange situations.

=Traits

Fickle: the cat has trouble making up his mind which can lead to confusion. His brain is jumbled which make it hard to decide certain little things like what to eat or what herb to use. This trait is mostly just annoying to him and sometimes for others.

Stubborn: Try to sway this cat's mind, I dare you. Once he is set on something he wont give it up unless he is forced to> Even if you try and tell him otherwise, he wont listen to or, and sometimes will even snap at you.

Protective: He is fiercely protective of his brother, so if you mess with him don't be surprised to find death berries in your morning mouse. No one can make fun of his brother but HIM.

- Traits

H i s t o r y

{Before Birth}

A young Iceclan warrior by the name of Juniperhowl was hunting when he met a rogue she cat named Silver, she was facinated with the clans and how they lived, so the tabby tom arranged with his leader to have her join. The silver she-cat was named Silverfrost after her her bright blue eyes, but she wasn't made a full warrior, instead she helped around camp and became a full time queen. Juniperhowl was entranced by her and fell in love instantly, the two cats spent alot of time together before he asked her to be his mate and she agreed happily. Soon after becoming mates Silverfrost became pregnant, but she was a small she cat was frail and the medicine cat warned her that it would be a tough pregnancy, it wasn't without it's risks. Silverfrost brushed the warning off, she was happy as long as her kits were healthy, but Juniperhowl was less then pleased. He would rather his mate be here there some kittens. The two constantly bickered about it, resulting in Silverfrost becoming very stress, thats when it happened. She went into kitting early.

It was a long and painful process, Silverhowl was almost gone by the time the last, stark white runt was born. The three other kits were still-born and Juniperhowl was distraught, he ignored his shivering child and pleaded with his mate to hold on. But it was too late. The medicine cat pleaded with the new father, he needed to name his son, but the  tom just turned to the she-cat with a snarl "Name him bloodkit for all i care! It's his fault she is gone, that worthless piece of flesh is not my son! I hope he drowns in her blood that he spilled!" With that he dragged his mate out of the medi cat den and into the clearly, pushing the crying kit forcefully to the side as he went to grieve with the clan.

It was later found that the kit had blood-red eyes that were quite rare among the clans, so it was decided that the name Bloodkit would be kept.

{Kithood}

{Apprenticeship}

Bloodpaw became the medicine cat apprentice but soon after he was struck by tragedy. His close friend Longpaw became ill with Greencough and died during the night. The albino apprentice  blamed himself, he could have saved him be he failed. After that he just... grew cold.

(more to be added through rp)

{Medicine cat}

P h y s i c a l  S t a t e :

Stats:

Attack:  3/10 --- 
Defense: 4/10 --- 
Speed: 6/10 --- 
Stamina: 5/10 --- 
Intelligence/Tactics: 9/10 ---

Skills:

Hunting: 2/10 --- 
Fishing: 0/10 ---- 
Swimming : 4/10 --- 
Climbing: 5/10 ---- 
Running: 6/10 --- 
Fighting: 1/10 --- 
Tactics: 7/10 --- 
Herbal Knowledge: 7/10 ---- 
Faith in Starclan: 10/10---- 

Appearance:

l Eyes l Deep blood red with pink highlights
l Fur Length l Short-Medium
l Fur Color l Stark white
l Fur Texture l Quite soft and clean
l Scars l None

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

 - Neutral (Negative) |  - Dislike |  - Hate |

 - Trusts |  - Relies On|  - Seeks Guidance From |

 - Likes |  - Friend |  - Best Friend | 

  - Annoyed By |  - Jealous of | 

 - Physical Attraction |  - Crush |  - Major Crush | 

 - Family |  - Love |  - Has Mated With |  - Current Mate l 

 - Neutral (Positive) |  - Discomfort |  - Guilt |

 - Respect |  - Admires |  - Idolizes | 

 | Mentor/Apprentice |

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Roleplay Example :

From 
The Tan pit bull sat on the sand and rocks, starring a the great gates of Eden, her once trusted gas mask lay shattered on the radiated ground. Irah would never see her home again, never walk the dark streets that she once strove to protect and maintain. She stayed there, in front of her former home for a while until she realized that it was was dusk and she needed to find some sort of shelter for the night. So she got to her large paws, picked a direction, and started walking.
Irah Kept walking until she came across a town, Ravaged from the bombs of the past and decayed by the radiation left behind. It didn't look like much was left... a few crumbling buildings and almost non-existent roads, i didn't look like anyone could live there. But she could think like that anymore, Irah had to start thinking like a waste-lander if she had any hope to survive in this living hell. The female proceeded to search the buildings for anything that could be helpful "Alright, little girl, keep it together and think. Rules of survival: Shelter, Water, food. There is plenty of places to sleep, there must be plumbing which means some sort of water source, and where there is water there are animals." Irah huffed as she went through her checklist, it was clear that she was not used to the spore-filled air and it was making it hard to breath for her. "Give it time..." She thought to her self and walked on. 
A solitary rat scurried through the rubble, but in a heart beat it was gone just as Irah spotted it. "well i suppose i am going to have to learn to catch you too, huh? i should have come out here sooner, i've been spoiled." She growled and watch the last bit of the rats mutated tail disappear. The large female found a small building with one wall that had crumbled long ago, and found a place that was covered and clear of rubble. As Irahl lay her aching bones done on the hard, cold earth she thought of what her new life might hold for her. But nothing good could happen in the wastelands, nothing but death and sickness would ever come from it, and Irah had just been thrown into it.

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