Streampaw *Apprentice* Tom

[Streampaw]

Name: Streampaw
Family: Mother, Father, two littermates (undecided names)
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: EarthClan
Gender: Tom
Age: Nine Moons
Eye Color: Blue
Fur Color: Grey
Other Appearances:

Streampaw was always small for his age. He was born a bit too small, and when he opened his eyes, they were blue. His fur is grey, and he is a bit underweight.

Personality:

Streampaw, although he's a small little tom, has a huge mouth. If he has an opinion, he cannot help but blurt it out, no matter how much it may annoy those around him. He also does not listen to other people very well, and has a mind of his own. Some might call it arrogant. Some might call it stuck up. Streampaw just calls it his natural attitude.

History:

Streampaw was born in EarthClan as Streamkit nine moons ago. He had a mother, father, and two other kits born into his litter. When he was a kit, Streampaw was always eager to get out of the nursery and run around, to stretch his legs and talk to everyone...about everything. Streamkit did so, therefore annoying every person in sight or hearing distance.

When he was about seven moons old, Streamkit went out hunting, and got into an accident. He stumbled down a hilly area, and got a cut on his eye, blurring part of his vision in his right eye.

RP Example:

“Please and thank you. I’m sorry, Darrow, but I’m not too fond of people who can’t keep their mouth shut for a minute, nor of those who talk utter nonsense every second of their lives. Not that you do. I’m sure as a Ravenclaw you’ve got some sense in that thick skull of yours. However, that does not mean that I am encouraging you to be arrogant. Anyway, my point is, could you just tone it down? I sure like to have a conversation that isn’t revolved around idiotic garbage.” Charlotte retorted, rolling her eyes yet again at his smirk. He mentioned being a Hallmark Card…or sounding like one, rather. What WAS a Hallmarked Card? Halls didn’t tend to have marks, did they? And a mark on a card? How very odd. She’d find information on it later, instead of sounding like a complete idiot and asking Aurelius Darrow, that git, himself.

“I dun’ even know if I want to believe you.” Charlotte sniffed pettily, wrinkling her nose. She listened as he started to list things that he considered ‘hot’. She couldn’t help but blush when he started with HER as his first example. When given the chance, Charlotte spoke up. “I…Darrow…I’m not hot. Trust me. I’m just a big nerd. And Goldie Hawn is that Muggle woman, is she not? Isn’t she forty, or somewhat? And she’s not even decent looking. Not anymore, I suppose, anyway.” She gulped as she remembered the other things Aurelius had mentioned. A…a…a threesome? Merlin, 5th year boys could be such perverts. How did a fifteen year old…especially one such as AURELIUS DARROW know about anything besides schoolwork? She was quite appalled at his honesty to actually say such things to her as well. “Darrow,” she began, her voice a spitting, revolted tone, “if you find such things hot, I’d think it impossible for you to get a girlfriend at any age. And way to be brutally honest. You don’t hold things back, now do you?”

“Not a pretty name. Not a pretty name one bit. And I don’t give a knut what it means, and I don’t plan on it. Why should I, or why do you, rather, think that I should give a d**n about what your name is, or who it derived from? And just to tell you, just because HE was a great emperor does not mean that by any means, you will be anywhere NEAR as great. And do you mean…are you implying that…that they…” She trailed off, knowing that he knew what she meant. Perkins jumped out of her hands and onto the desk again, licking his paws clean prettily, his grey coat fluffy, and needless to say, adorable. After doing so, Perkins rolled around a bit, playing with random bits of food left by the class before them, but never eating them.

She took the ball as well as the intinerary and shoved it into her pocket. She wasn’t going to need that piece of paper. Perkins would be allowed to sleep as he wished…play as he wished. But she would monitor his eating of course, to keep him from being fat and lazy, as many cats did. “I’m not going to use it, sorry. The…um…intinerary, I mean. He’s a young thing. He’s allowed to do as he wishes, at least, around me. And thanks for the vaccination thingys. Its good to know he’s a healthy prat…so that I don’t end up with a poor baby kitten with worms.” She grinned at his joke, and broke away from the hug. “I’m not a smuggler or anything…in the daytime in the working week. If you ever want a playmate for Lola….you didn’t hear this from me.” She joked in return.

Cats you RP: 1
Names of cats: Streampaw
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