• patchedpepper • riverclan •

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other characters: graypaw & spottedleaf.
canon character? no.

name: patchedpepper.
gender: male.
age: thirty five moons.
clan: riverclan.
rank: warrior.

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short appearance:

large black and white tom with blue eyes.

appearance:

build; Patchedpepper is a cat who is really suited to the riverclan shape of things but just as easily, he could move into the forests of thunderclan. A rather large tom in size, he stands tallers than most warriors, yet, that's only because of his long, thin legs, fitted with four even round paws. With a long, sweeping tail, even sized head and snout, along with even ears, his overall size is the only thing that is bigger than the rest of him. He isn't the most muscular of cats, with most of his build focused on his hind legs.

pelt; He doesn't really vary much when it comes to fur color and really is white boring. To put it simply, Patchedpepper is given his name because of his white and black patched pelt. With his fur pretty much mainly being black, his main markings of white are across his broad chest, halfway up to his knees and elbows on his legs apart from his front right paw which has only white on the toes. He also has white forming a ring around his neck from his chest, also up his face, curving around his snout and up between his eyes in an upside down 'Y' shape, white smearing off this line across his snout on the right side. With stripes of white coming up his black sides from his snowy white belly, he really is a piece of shaded patchwork.

eyes; Patchedpepper's eyes are one of the things about him that really shows who he really is, not the show he puts on. They are also the only piece of him that actually isn't shaded. This tom's eyes are the brightest of blues, almost a light, crystal blue, like a clear summer sky, yet, thin, like ice, as if, if you pressed a paw on the pane of glass it would shatter into a million pieces. yet, that's exactly how to describe his deeply colored blue eyes, like a glass window, where you can see only his purest emotions flowing through his soul.

others; Patchedpepper's claws are not like mosts cats, actually, they are more smaller and curled that most cats, with a weird sort of hooked shape, yet, thorn sharp and able to rip through skin without even the slightest effort, one reason why he always keeps their creamy white coloring sharp and clean, just like his short, razor sharp fangs and teeth which, when showed, give him a weird, good-looking appearance.

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likes/strengths:

• Water/Swimming.
• Fighting.
• Showing-Off.
• Clan Duties.
• Faith in StarClan.

dislikes/weaknesses:

• Hunting.
• Know-it-alls.
• Traitors/Other Clans.
• His Family.
• Emotions.

personality:

clan; Patchedpepper is a cat who is and always has been firecely loyal to his clan and at no time would he leave the cats he grew up with or who brought him up. He is a cat who finds trust and pride in every one of his clan members and is devastated when war or sickness kills members of his clan, his family in some ways. Always willing to give everything he has and feels for the benefit of every one of his clanmates, he is always willing to join in with apprentice training sessions, border patrols or just general hunting. He isn't a warrior who does only his minimum amount of work, or follows the full rules, he is one of the main cats involved when apprentices aren't in the camp of an evening or in time for training sessions. In a way, he has a part of him that can relate without difficulty with every clan member, apart from the queens, that's an area he wouldn't venture into. Of course, he will never break an order from his lead or deputy, even though he won't like it.

friends; Patchedpepper, who at once stage in his life, one of the least popular cats in his clan, is a cat who although only really has a few close friends from his kithood, now gets along with the entire clan, even if his slightly snappy, sarcastic additude can annoy a lot of warriors and cause fights with apprentices, he is still well liked, since he learnt to control his tongue, slightly anyways. He is dedicated to his friends just as much as he is to his clan and trusts those he's close to more than any other cats. This group are those who he's see with more than any other cats, yet even though he had his choices in cats he prefers to hang out with, Patchedpepper isn't picky about who he'll sit down and chat with.

family; Patchedpepper never once aknowledged his family in existance, which is the way he wants to keep it. His parents to him weren't loyal to the clan at all, running off just after he and his brother were born and even if they came back, they had abandoned their clan in their time of need, which to this day, bring a deep, long-lost anger to his heart. Even with his bloodlines, Patchedpepper always avoided connecting with Snakefang, not trusting his brother to be as dedicated to the warrior code and clan as what he was. After the tom vanished thought, that only sealed his beliefs and more than ever, he considers that only those cats who have dedicated themselves to their clan and friends, he would call a family.

love; With his snappy, sarcastic tongue and rather dedicated looks on things, if he ever found the right she-cat that he could click with, he would be as dedicated to that she-cat as he is his clan, protective over anything and one of the most affectionate cats in the forest, but really, that would only be someone who has as much of an additude problem as what he has and cat spit back th insults as quickly as what he can dish them out, or a she-cat who can break him out of his serious ways. Kit wise, he loves all kits to pieces and will take time out of his day to go to te nursery and talk to the kits himself, making sure they know how important being dedicated to your clan and starclan is. One day maybe he'll settle with a she-cat who he can correct his parents mistakes with and be a great father to kits of his own.

inside; Patchedpepper is a cat who cares deeply about everyone, like a medicine cat in ways. He hates seeing cats injured or sick and if possible, he would do anything to help them, that was why he almost went down the track of medicine cat, before he realised that the best way to help sick cats was to hunt so they were well fed and patrol the borders so they could rest in piece. Of course, now he is thankfully he didn't take that path. Quick tempered and rather rude, he had a tongue and additude problem that he can't get rid of, which a lot of cats really do recognise as one of his main points. Yet, he will never lie to anyone, if there's trouble, he'll tell them, if they are straying too far away from routine, he'll tell them, he will never try and lie to avoid the truth, and with trust, he only gives everyone one chance and if they break that, they are the cats he will constantly look down on and only if they do something dramaic to help their clan, will they half earn that trust back. Strict in every aspect, he doesn't give in to pressure and often has a clear mind about things, even in his anger.

battle; Patchedpepper is just like he is toward his clan in battle, fiery and quick tempered, with a rude, sharp additude. he is a cat who will not ask for explanations to why cats from other clans are on his clan's territory and has a very low tollerance to excuses. He isn't a cat who gets along with other clans and really, doesn't talk much to the other warriors at gatherings and, even if he knows the warrior code and respects starclan, if agrivated or accussed of something toward his clan or himself personally, he won't tollerate it and without thinking, could easily break the truce. Using his weight and clear mind in angered states, he is a cat who can easily pin an opponent, yet, even if he is firece and could easily kill a cat with his huge size, he won't kill any cat unless he himself is about to be killed.

one-sentence personality:

Fiery and sarcastic, Patchedpepper is easily angered, but his clear mind doesn't let him do something he might regret. Even though he doesn't like injuring other cats, if threatened he will attack without thinking and will always leave a few good clawmarks.

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history:

Patchedkit was born in the middle of green-leaf, when the water was slightly lower than it should have been and the heat of the days was a bit too much for every cat, until they went swimming that was for sure. His parents were both distracted young warriors who were always dreaming of other places. It was because of this that Patchedkit never really knew his parent or what they were like, as they were barely ever around. He was cared for, most of the time, by a strict white queen who was almost ready to be an elder. The difference this made to his life was huge; it was this queen who taught him all about how loyalty made up the clan, and how anyone who walks away from the clan was a coward or a traitor. He grew up under the guidance of this queen, while he was a kit anyways. He was always the kit who held the rules together and taught the other kits what they should know about clan life. His brother never saw things the way he did though and was the trouble-maker of the nursery.

Patchedpaw when he was given his apprentice name became the apprentice of one of the young warriors of the clan, Stonefur. He and his mentor never really did fully get along though, as their determined and stubborn attitudes clashed almost always. Of course, his training was nothing special to report, having the routine lessons and strict training that most apprentices did. There was one difference though that made Patchedpaw keener to be the best apprentice at the time, and that was when both his parents ran off from the clan together, just after he’d turned seven moons. He has hated them ever since, as the parents he was born to were traitors to his clan. Fighting harder and with claws most of the time, he always got himself into strife by speaking his mind and angering almost instantly.

He was made a warrior at twelve moons and given the name Patchedpepper, as his sharp attitude reminded some of the elders of the smell of pepper itself. Of course, he was never really a popular cat around the camp so most of his time was spent patrolling or helping his clan. Eventually, he got more control over his tongue and thoughts, which was just in time for his brother to run off, away from the clan. Once again, he grew frustrated in the family be belonged to and never referred to being related to them, with any cats that mentioned it getting a few scars they wouldn’t forget in a hurry. He dedicated his whole life to his clan, so when his parents later returned, asking to join back in the clan, Patchedpepper was the first to object.

They did end up back in the clan, as did his brother, but never has this black and white tom ever been seen anywhere near them.

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best friends: none currently.
mother: snowpetal.
father: leopardclaw.
siblings: snakefang.
mentor: stonefur.

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roleplaying sample:

[same character, different rank.]

"Show off." The patched tom couldn't help but snort, smirking slightly as his apprentice joined him back in the water. His fish was now placed on a large rock not far to his right. "You're wasting you time trying to show off around me...but Milknose on the other hand...I'm sure she'd appreciate your marvelous fishing skills much more than me." He was taken back by Shatterpaw's open accusation of him liking the stubborn, yet beautiful she-cat. He felt the heat flow over his cheeks as he let out a small growl, trying to ignore the fact that maybe his crush wasn't so secret after all. "I'm /not/ showing off, I'm just showing you how to do it right," he snapped, neck fur bristling slightly.

Of course, he felt slightly guilty after that, his temper he still couldn't get under control all the time. He was still trying to face the fact that he was in love with the tabby pointed she-cat. Turning his crystal blue gaze back to the water, he realised that the fish had now passed and were further downstream, but then, with his apprentice's clear dislike of water, the deeper water wouldn't be such a good idea yet. Tiwtching his whiskers slightly, he came to a conclusion, he was going to get this tom custom to water after all, it would be how he would be living for the rest of his life. Glancing sideways at Shatterpaw, he coul;dn't stop himself from smirking as he lent down in the water. "Well, seeing as the fish have gone further down, lets take this lesson a different direction," he meowed deeply, his voice filled with mischeif.

Suddenly he swiped his paws across the water, aiming the large spray of water at the young tom, a grin planted evily across his handsome face as he gave a loud mrrow of laughter,, diving forward into the water before rolling onto his back, soaking his black and white pelt completely through. "Lesson two for today, we begin by getting you used to water!" he mewed loudly, floating slightly over the shallow water as he kicked a few pawfuls of water at Shatterpaw.

[F I R E *]

It's kinda sad he's going to die. >:

A/C/M

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