Magnoliapaw of RiverClan

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]Magnoliapaw (storm)[/classy]
[atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]River[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]Apprentice[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]11 moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]male[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]demisexual[/classy]	[atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]A pure white tom with green eyes. click here! (And yes, I know the eyes are different colors. I'll edit that when I have time)[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Magnoliapaw is always helping others without them knowing it. He wants none of the glory that comes with being nice and even covers it up with being mean to most everybody he's surrounded by. Attention flusters him and he doesn't like being uncomfortable. The perfect words to describe him are a willing wallflower. Now, this staying out of the spotlight is a hard thing for Magnoliapaw. He has a feminine name, distinct white pelt, and uncontrollable knack for attracting the eyes of other cats. Although content with being just your regular everyday average Joe, Magnoliapaw is too opinionated to stay in the shadows for long. If a crisis occurs, he is the first to give his thoughts on the situation. If ridiculed, he reacts with a hot temper and stinging insults. Magnolia has found that if you are a Wallflower, you have a lot of time to observe those who surround you. This means that once you find yourself insulting them, you have plenty of material gathered from those long hours of simply watching and listening. Once you get past Magnoliapaw's generally anti-social, hot-headed, and blunt exterior, you'll find the cat that loves helping others. He always apologizes numerous times after a fight with a Clanmate and even takes them to the medicine cat's den to get their wounds treated despite his own. There are also common instances where he takes charge of the nursery while the Queens go out for some air or a walk. Those who watch will notice that he gets a joyful look in his eyes when playing with said kits and how gently he treats them In truth, Magnoliapaw hates others getting hurt. It weighs his conscience at night because he loves his Clan. They have all been there time and again, through his shitty past and he'll never forget that. No matter how pissed he gets at some of them, he'll always adore every single cat in RiverClan and they all have his undying loyalty. [/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Magnoliapaw's story starts in the heart of RiverClan. His mother was a respected perma-queen, her warrior life taken from her when she was captured by Twolegs and they de-clawed her. Her name was Sweetflower. She had just returned to the Clan after working hard with a few neighborhood kittypets and even a loner to sneak away. Her heart weakened her significantly from the scare of being taken and what she'd been through at the vet's office. The Clan took her back with open arms and pity in their hearts. Sweetflower was too gentle to be a warrior, but her fighting skills had been beautiful. Everyone had expected great things of her, and now it had all gone to waste. While everyone treated her with those sad eyes and soft voices of never-ending pity, she began to wither, losing the will to love herself anymore. What good was she to the Clan? How would she ever get over the loss of her warrior-hood when everyone kept the wounds fresh with those tearful looks? It wasn't until a moon later that Sweetflower met someone who didn't look at her with 'understanding' or pity. His name was Comet and he was a rogue that had heard of her escape and come to see her out of curiosity. They met on a border near loner lands and began talking while carefully hiding it from Sweetflower's Clan. Of course, it wasn't long until the two fell in love and became mates. Comet and Sweetflower met with the highest amount of caution they could use, but it wasn't enough. There was another tom interested in Sweetflower. He watched her out of worry for her well-being on her unguarded and common walks. His name was Cloudfrost and he soon followed her to see where she went so often. After watching them interact and cuddle, his jealousy meshed with anger, making him reveal himself from the shadows. Cloudfrost threatened Comet that if he was ever caught near RiverClan again, he'd be killed. Sweetflower pleaded in vain and ended up watching helplessly as Comet was chased away, wounded and bleeding badly from resisting. Then, Cloudfrost told Sweetflower that he wouldn't tell of her betrayal to her Clan, only if she became his mate and gave him at least two litters. For Comet's sake, she agreed. A few moons later, Sweetflower gave birth to a healthy, large tom she named Slushkit for his white, messy pelt. He grew to be one of the biggest warriors of RiverClan, a worthy opponent in battle and just as intimidating as his father. His birth had weakened Sweetflower and strained her heart badly. The medicine cat warned against another litter, but Sweetflower insisted, not wanting her love affair revealed. So, once she finished raising Slushkit, and he was named Slushthorn, she gave birth again to a smaller she-cat she named Yarrowkit and and beautiful kitten she thought to be a girl and named Magnoliakit. In the end, it was a tom, but she found the name suiting and kept it. Sweetflower later died, her heart stopping from the strain the litter had put on her poor heart. Cloudfrost had truly loved his unwilling mate and vowed to raise his kits to have the happiness she had lacked. He felt guilty for breaking up her strong love with Comet and decided he deserved a part of what was left of Sweetflower and found him in Twolegplace to give him his only daughter, Yarrowkit. With that, he thought them even enough and went home to raise his remaining kits. Although he didn't like giving his precious daughter away, it was what Sweetflower would have wanted, so he did it in the end. Magnoliakit grew up happy and unaware of his sister's existence until he was 7 moons old. It was then that everything went to hell. Yarrowkit- now simply Yarrow- visited, having been told of her true family by Comet and curious to find out what they were like. Magnoliapaw stumbled upon her at the very border his mother met Comet and ended up being told of everything that had happened, even of his father black-mailing his mother. This made him hate Cloudfrost. He went home and spilled the whole thing while in a blind rage. The whole Clan heard and chaos resulted. His Clan questioned his father who reluctantly confirmed it. A bit later, he left the Clan, unable to bear the looks of mistrust and disappointment from his Clan and kits. Slushthorn died when Magnoliapaw was 9 moons old, having been slaughtered in a border fight. Magnoliapaw leaned on his Clan heavily and made it through it slowly, still feeling really lonely sometimes. While on patrols, he still searches the borders for his family or Comet. In his dreams, he looks for his mother and Slushthorn. So far, his search is in vain. [/classy]
[atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]roleplay sample[/classy][classy=rpsample]Boulderkit knew when he heard Swampstar's yowl that it was time for him to wake up. Any other day, the silver tabby would have merely groaned and rolled away from the noise, back into the comfort of sleep. Today was different though. Something in his leader's voice frightened him. There was an odd hint of some emotion in her tone that made the generally lazy tom want to run. There was nothing good hidden in Swampstar's voice, nothing Boulderkit particularly wanted to face. For the past few hours, there had been a twinge of nervousness in his belly, intuition that something terrible was going to happen, or perhaps had happened and had yet to be discovered by him. This feeling made Boulderkit cautious to leave the warmth of his sisters' bodies behind. Still, he simply had to get rid of this awful feeling prickling at him, telling him to hurry and see what exactly Swampstar had to say. Some could say Boulderkit already knew it had to do with his mother. All the evidence pointed to it being her. Cloudwhisker hadn't checked in on her children like she usually did. He hadn't felt her try to prod him awake earlier that morning to eat or play as usual. There had been nothing but his sisters' squeals to rouse him. Well, might as well get this over with and find out what's going on...hopefully this feeling's only because I'm probably going to be a 'paw soon... Stepping out into the camp, Boulderkit avoided looking toward Swampstar. Instead, his eyes first traveled to the dark clouds above, fluffy yet brooding. They seemed to confirm the tabby's fears of bad things ahead. So, he sighed heavily and forced his dark green gaze to slowly shift toward the Great Log. There, his mighty leader sat, looking down at two still forms. One, a huge gray tom, the other a pure white she-cat. Glancing away from the female's body, Boulderkit stared at Wolfstrike, noticing him as RiverClan's deputy. Oh, so this is about our deputy dying! Alright, now where is... His eyes rested once more on the white form. It looked so much like his mother. Stepping closer to it slowly, he froze when he realized it was her. His annoying, over-protective, silly mother lay before him, cold, still, dead. It seemed so cruel that she had to die before he could truly show her his love. It was unfair and just so....unbearable. Grief tore through the young cat harshly, not sparing him in the least. Tears stung at his dark grass green eyes, burning so much that he had to blink several times to get them to quit. Boulderkit said no words, merely padded away from the cold white body. Sitting a ways off from the dead cats, he stared up at his leader with determination in his eyes. He would not cry. No, he had to be strong not only so he wouldn't break, but so his sisters could lean on him. Boulderkit needed to keep his family together, even if it meant never showing his pain and holding it in until it exploded. I have sisters to care for. There's no time to think sad thoughts....not when I'm becoming an apprentice....I'll get stronger and protect my sisters....from the abandonment I feel.[/classy]

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