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The males are ready for forms!

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Nothing here

[Todd.]

N a m e: Deadkit Deadpaw Deadpool;
He was named after the suffix 'Pool' because
of his rather small size and his calm, still and
wise nature;
R a n k: Medicine Cat apprentice;
R a n k w a n t e d: Medicine Cat;
A g e: 10 moons;
G e n d e r: Male;
P o s. T r a i t s: Caring, loyal;
N e g. T r a i t s: Blunt, Silent;
P e r s o n a l i t y. B r i e f: Mysterious;
C r u s h: Open ;
C h o i c e: Homoromantic Demisexual ;
So he'll probably fall for a male he knows better.
M e d i c a l. I n f o: He is an albino cat,
therefore he totally lacks on melamine
which are the pigment cells on the skin
responsible for giving color to the fur
and all. Due to this his fur is pure and
completely white, eyes reddish like this,
nose and paw pads light pink. Look up
'true albino cat' on google and you'll see
their eyes are more of a reddish color;
T h e m e. S o n g: Music Of The Night,
The Phantom of the Opera;
O t h e r: More info Here!..

Character & Form Belong to Todd.
Fonts from Flont Veer;
Picture belong to their respective owners.

"I was born on a rather cold night, the smallest from a litter of five healthy and strong looking kittens. I didn't move much on my first hours, to speak the truth I barely breathed or anything at all. "More dead then alive" were the words that my father, Eaglefeather, mewed that night. My mom, Raspberrytail, wouldn't exactly agree with him, and yet I was named Deadkit, being the one who was indeed more dead then alive.

Time passed and actually, despise all odds, I was the only one of my kin who managed to make through some flu my mom caught. It ended up spreading to my brothers and sisters and within little time they were all gone. I was the one to stay behind, stuck between the dead and those alive before I managed to fully heal myself. Ever since I've lived pretty much around the place, not making many friends to speak the truth though certainly trying. To really speak the truth I was never much of a talker, for some reason my voice is soft and low naturally and forcing it to a high tune for everyone to hear is quite troublesome and ends up leaving me with a sore throat. Other thing is that due to my 'whiteness', as my father would say, I could never stay that long out on the sun like the other kitties would do.

Though I was always curious. I would spend most of the time with the elders, hear the stories they had to tell about the old times, their adventures, battles and all those amazing things. It was by that time, when I was around four moons, that I decided I wanted to be a warrior. But not only a warrior... I wanted to be The warrior. One of those that in the end would be pointed out as deputy and then as leader... but that never happened. I was way too small, I've ever been a way too small and frail body-wise and when I completed my six moons I wasn't appointed as apprentice.

It took me a little longer to indeed grow, and yet I still was way smaller then average cats. I guess that for that reason I was chosen as the medicine cat apprentice. Though anger filled me within the first moon or so I learnt that my role was important, like the one from any other warrior. Their job was to fight rogues, enemies, foxes and whatever dared to invade our territory, and my job was to tend to their wounds and make sure they would always get up and be able to get out there and do their job."

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Sure! Just to clarify, the one of MistClan or the one of ValleyClan?

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Deadpaw is accepted!

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Up

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Bump

[yella]

can I reserve the drama queen

[philophobia.]

Sure!