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Pain seemed to follow Shadowclan's shape as heavy as their own shadows did, from the very beginning as Shadowclan was formed to Briar's traumatic death to the fire and finally, with claws sunk in deeply to the bellies of the masses, the entirety of leaf-bare, so the jaded look many of Shadowclan's youth held upon their eyes perhaps isn't surprising, but one particular youth seemed hellbent on never making the hard times any easier. Afterall, Nettlepaw was orphaned, his father taken before he knew him by some decree of the stars and his mother... cursed to die... nine times over, over, over, and over again, what true point was it in following what those fools decreed? And so, Nettlepaw found no point in following his brother's commands, had no desire to bend to the will of cats that died for something he'd never ask for his worst enemy to go through, and the young tri-colored tom typically just... left camp. He'd never go too far, the fear of the Thunderpath, of its devastating will and the ability to cause such pain, always keeping him close enough to home to not be found as another scarlet stain his family would have to bury, another abandonment. And, of course, he'd get in trouble, but he never cared. His brother was a puppet for those stupid star-speckled monsters above now, having already lost a few lives that they so graciously bestowed upon him after ripping their mother from them all, like some sort of sick, twisted joke, so his expeditions never were truly stopped. No punishment phased him, for the youth hated going to the gatherings to walk upon the hallowed ground where his mother and father were buried, and it wasn't like he could do much apprentice training given the clan's current situation, so nothing stopped him from leaving. And leave he did.
This adventure was one he'd taken at perhaps a strange time. He'd left just as the sun was dipping through the pine trees, making an excuse he had to make dirt, but as he trudged toward camp, pelt covered in mud and green eyes slowly losing the light they had just moments ago to look spitefully at the looming entrance like a narrow, sneering eye glaring back at him, the moon stood high upon the sky. If he was lucky, most everyone would be asleep and he could just walk through past the half-starved guard while they half-heartedly kept an eye out and crash into his nest to once more repeat the cycle of just not being in camp. As he slipped through, feeling thorns catch on his raggedy, scruffy pelt of black, browns, and chocolates, he put his ears back, half expecting the easy slip through he yearned for and expecting the possible tail chewing he'd receive for having disappeared again.
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This adventure was one he'd taken at perhaps a strange time. He'd left just as the sun was dipping through the pine trees, making an excuse he had to make dirt, but as he trudged toward camp, pelt covered in mud and green eyes slowly losing the light they had just moments ago to look spitefully at the looming entrance like a narrow, sneering eye glaring back at him, the moon stood high upon the sky. If he was lucky, most everyone would be asleep and he could just walk through past the half-starved guard while they half-heartedly kept an eye out and crash into his nest to once more repeat the cycle of just not being in camp. As he slipped through, feeling thorns catch on his raggedy, scruffy pelt of black, browns, and chocolates, he put his ears back, half expecting the easy slip through he yearned for and expecting the possible tail chewing he'd receive for having disappeared again.
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General Information
- NETTLEPAW, Transmasc (He/Him)
- 8 moons, ages with littermates
- Apprentice of Shadowclan, clanborn
- extra info
Appearance
Small spiky-haired, chocolate-tabby-and-black chimera with low-white and stark green eyes , reference by me(angelkisses) | 100% physical health, 76% mental health
- smells like mud, wet-animal, filth, and just plainly gross
- injuries, if applicable
Mentality & Interactions
- INFP, Chaotic Good
- values family, equity, mercy, and respect
- finds it sort of hard to trust others but mostly because he's focused on his family and ensuring they are protected
- fears the thunderpath; has a resting bitch face
- will start fights / may flee / likely to show mercy
- skilled in stamina based skills | very weak in strength-based skills
- attack in underline
Relations
BRIARSTARxxAMBER| mate to [who] | crushing on [who]
Littermate to Starlingheart, Lilacpaw, Marrowpaw, Twilightpaw, Ravenpaw, Dustpaw | Younger sibiling to Pitchstar, Lichentail, Adderjaw, Hollyfrost
children, if applicable
