[Thiefpaw]...Back in Time

[[B l u r r y step]]

.i'm going back in time.

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Thiefpaw||Name
Thirteen moons||Age
Apprentice||Rank
NightClan||Clan
||Physical Description
Thiefpaw, from both of his parents, has sparse, bristle-like fur that is somewhat 'water proof'. His coloration is common, a mixture of brown-ish hues with tabby-styled markings. However, moving along his cheeks and muzzle is a rusty-orange color, and along his paws the dark color grows much lighter then in any area of his body. Thiefpaw is relatively thin for his age, with dainty paws and a triangular face, but he packs quite a mean punch in battle. His ears are long and spaced out, great for picking out the different sounds of prey in an instant. Now, the color of his eyes he got from his mother. While his father had bright golden eyes, Thiefpaw has solid light olive green eyes that shine dully in the moonlight, yet tell much about his personality.
||Personality
Thiefpaw is a the type of guy you could probably be friends with. Friendly, always cracking jokes, yet easily annoyed, he's your average 'teenager'. Even though Thiefpaw tends to be a bit lazy, he is actually a great example of a young warrior. He just doesn't take the chance to show it. Instead, he'd rather go out hunting or sleep. But, Thiefpaw does have a problem. Being easily annoyed, he'd probably snap at someone who was 'dissing' his ideas, or was just plain stupid. I mean, I would. Now, if it was a warrior, he'd probably make fun of them behind their backs. He isn't that stupid. Just like his parents, Thiefpaw is quite the witty one, and can come up with a comeback most of the time. If you aren't really worth it, he won't. What a jerk.
||History
Seeing as he is just an apprentice, not much has happened in his life yet. When he was much younger, his mother, Shyheart, had did everything to keep him warm and safe. His father, Woodwing, brought him the finest prey when he grew old enough for it. It the was the life, but Thiefpaw saw no need to brag. He played with other kits like any normal kit, got in trouble like any normal kit, and even used to steal other cat's prey (thus the name: Thiefpaw). But a few moons before his Apprentice ceremony, his parents both began to grow frail from the harsh winter. On the day of his ceremony, both his parents died. At the same time. Thiefkit, now Thiefpaw, cried for many nights, but then soon grew stronger. His parents deaths will always linger, but he will not whine and cry over it like some cry-baby.
||Role Play Example
Thiefpaw grinned, passing by a couple of younger apprentices. They were whispering to themselves in awe at becoming apprentices, though when Thiefpaw walked by all talking stopped. "Hey." He greeted them with a simple hello before trotting off to go hunting. The two apprentices started whispering again, but kept glancing at Thiefpaw once and a while.

Happy to finally get out of the cramped area, the tabby tom stretched before diving into the undergrowth. He could already hear the sounds of prey scuttling across the ground, though he made no attempt to retrieve it. The right prey would come to him, rather then him coming to it.

There. A large rabbit, the biggest he had ever seen, nibbling on some grass or something, he didn't know. All he knew was that it was his for the picking, and no one would take it. Lowering closer to the ground, Thiefpaw crept forward, inching closer. Then, suddenly, he pounced.

It was momentarily chaotic, but it soon died down. Purring from underneath the bundle of now wet, bloody fur, Thiefpaw started back to camp. This would make up probably two, or three smaller creatures. No need to do more hunting.
he likes to be awesome.||Other

[Brackentail]

You'll need to add the role play example. Everything else is great.
You could use one you've already used if you want. :3

Edit: Accepted.