Name: Beechpelt.
Wanted Name: Achieved.
Past Names: Beechpaw.
Age: 23-ish moons.
Gender: She-cat.
Rank: Loner, presently.
Wanted Rank: Some part of the clan.
Past Ranks: Apprentice, Warrior in another clan.
Crush: None presently.{PM me if you wish to set something up.}
Mate: No one yet.
Kits: None yet.
Personality
Beechpelt is a very quiet cat, tending to keep to herself when she can. When she is forced to interact, however, she will be quite animated when she speaks. Her energy levels are always at an all time high, and she tries to be on as many patrols and hunting parties as she can, as they keep her entertained. When she is not engaging in activities with her clanmates, she is either watching her clanmates or practicing her attack moves. Due to this, she is quite skilled when in battle. She is a sweet cat, but can be blatant and brash when it comes to someone she truly likes.
likes and dislikes
She enjoys running, walking, anything that involves moving, grooming herself, but dislikes anyone who purposely disrupts her alone time when she is observing the clan, and thunderstorms.
HistoryBeechpelt started out as a kitten named Quilt, due to her mismatched coat and her mother's memory of a quilted blanket she had had when she was a housepet. After Quilt grew to be the age that a kitten would usually be an apprentice, her mother suddenly disappeared without a trace, and tiny Quilt was heartbroken, thinking that she hadn't been good enough for her mother. Eventually, though, she found out that her mother had been killed trying to bring back a large bird for Quilt, and got ambushed by ravenous and angry rogue cats. Quilt grew up quickly, and when she was around 13 moons, she stumbled across the clan she was in beforehand. She took the name Beechpaw, as she had seen a Beech tree with multi-colored leaves, almost like her coat. Unfortunately for her, her old clan was taken over and massacred by a large group of rogues, presumably the same ones that had killed her mother when she was young. Now, she wanders wherever her paws take her, although she has unknowingly passed into Snowclan's territory, and she is in for a big surprise when she meets the next patrol.
Roleplaying exampleBeechpelt stretched herself out on a warm rock, enjoying the sunshine that was radiating from above the trees. It felt lovely on her fur, and she closed her eyes halfway as she daydreamed. Her attack tactics came to mind first, and she wondered how she could improve them. After thinking for a moment, the she-cat realized that she had been staring at a tom across the clearing. Beechpelt felt her fur warm up again, this time not from the sun, and she looked away quickly, acting like she was grooming her tail.