!Cloudpaw[[I'm so bad;;]]!

[[.___Paije] !]

Name | Cloudpaw

Gender | Tom

Age | Nine moons

Rank | Apprentice

Clan | MeadowClan

Beliefs| Why yes, Cloudpaw does believe in StarClan. It was the way he was raised. He was raised to believe and respect the ancestors of StarClan.

Parents | Grousefeather(mother; pc), father is unknown but believed to be deceased

Siblings | None

Other Kin | Unknown

Mate | AHAHA--...not yet. <<;

Crush | Not yet. >.>

Kits | Neverrr. D:<

Mentor | Russetwhisker

Appearance | Well of course, with the prefix of Cloud-- you would expect this cat to be white, now wouldn't you. Well, he is a fully white tomcat. But if you were to look at him from afar, you might mistake him for a cotton ball or a kit. The second part due to his small size and build. This cat's shoulders are pretty small. The only longer feature on his body is his tail which looks like a nice fluffy toy for kits to bat at almost. His legs are short as well, which half way ruins his chance in a race. But anyways. His paws are small to accomidate his small body. But his claws are sharp little ivory white things that could almost easily kill a mouse. The pelt of this cat is long and fluffy, almost like a cotton ball. The whiskers on his face are long--drooping downward. His eyes are a light golden yellow.

Personality | To start out with, Cloudpaw is just a plain out brave cat with a little too much pride for his own good. Man, that would make his mother dissapointed. You would be surprised that he is even related to the gentle she-cat. But anyways. Cloudpaw wasn't quite raised this way...but par-say born with so much pride. He was pratically just born this way. Interacting with other cats? Are you sure that's a good idea? Well, probably you would never want to be around this cat--he's definitely one to speak the bold truth. If he doesn't like you: He'll tell you. If he doesn't like something about you he'll tell you. No matter how rude/mean this might seem, he just feels that it's better to tell the truth than lie just to be friends with a cat. So some cats might take this into offense. His opinions? Well...it's quite obvious. If he has an opinion on something, he'll tell you. No matter how rude it is. If you have an opinion back, share it with him. Only StarClan knows if it will bother him or not. He'll rebutt it...but his stupid pride gets in his way of showing genuine emotions. But trust me, if he doesn't want to change an opinion, he won't. He absolutely refuses to sway and let another cat spoon feed him opinions that he should have.

Skills | One skill that he definitely takes in is tracking. His nose is quite sensitive--so he may easily find prey in the fog with this sniffer of his. Hunting, not so much his skill. The fact that his pelt is so...white, it makes it hard for him to blend in and be able to sneak. Fighting, verbal, yes, he can fight quite well verbally. Not so much physically...this cat has little stamina for a fight.

History | [[kithood]] As a kit, he looked nothing more than a cute ball of fluff. His mother Grousefeather doing her best to take care of her dear kit. He was almost the whole world to his mother. But, there was something missing in this picture. His father. Where was he anyways? But all his mother could tell him was that he was dead--and long gone. He couldn't quite understand at that age of four moons. He didn't understand in one bit. Which was quite the burden for his mother to handle. Watching her son grow up with out his father.
[[apprenticeship]] At the age of six moons, like all cats; he became an apprentice, earning his name Cloudpaw. He had started his training, starting off eagarly--but learning that it wasn't all fighting and chasing mice. He learned the hard way that he needed to do things that he didn't even like to do. So why bother doing it? That's when the reluctance came in for training.