Rotc // Petalfall

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- I D E N T I F I C A T I O N -

Name : Petalfall
Name Meaning : Petal ;; for the unique color of her base coat
Fall; for her birth season, and the design of her spots that seem to fall from her eyes, tear like.
Previous Names : Petalkit, Petalpaw
Informal: Petal
Gender : Female
Sexual Orientation : Straight // Interested in toms only.
Age : 19 moons
Season of Birth : Autumn
Belief in StarClan :
★★★☆☆

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- A P P E A R A N C E -

Brief Description : A nimble and flexible body type, Petalfall's physique is elegant and her posture is at its best. She hates the feeling of feeling dirty/sloppy whatsoever. Her pelt color has a very light hue and she has different colored spots falling all around her face and back.  She has very light blue , nearly grey colored eyes. Dreary looking.
Fur Length : Rough and short, she has a few lose tufts as 'hair' though.
Fur Texture : Very soft.
Body Type : Nimble, flexible. Not much muscle.
Scars : none yet. She hates scars, they make her feel ugly.

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- C L A N , I N F O R M A T I O N -

Clan : Valleyclan
Rank : Warrior
Previous Mentors : Shellheart (deceased.)
Apprentice : none yet
Previous Apprentices : none

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- S T A T S I N F O R M A T I O N -

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Kit 10 || Apprentice 25 || Warrior 30 || Deputy 35 || Elder 20 || Leader 40
● = yes
○ = no

Strength : ●●●○○
Speed : ●●●●○
Wisdom : ●●○○○
Scenting : ●●●●●
Hunting : ●●●●○
Endurance : ●●●○○
Tactics : ●●○○○
Herbal Knowledge : ●●●○○
Kittening Knowledge : ●○○○○
Prophecy Decoding : ●●●○○

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- P E R S O N A L I T Y -

↓= Negative ↑= Positive

[ Sarcastic  | Grudgeholder | Blunt | Sweet / Caring | Elegant | Humorous ]

↑ || Sweet // Caring : Petalfall will always start off as looking as sweet as honey and innocent. She's also very shy towards new cats, and blushes often. She'd do anything to help someone just for the sake of knowing they needed help. She can be very selfless and caring, especially towards kits and cats of her clan.

↓ || Sarcastic : Leave it to her tongue to get her in trouble. She often doesn't look before she leaps, and says things she doesn't mean or very snide , sarcastic things. She's very sweet, but if you're testing her/ messing with her for negative reasons, she finds no problem in saying rude things back. Her sarcasm usually gets her into unwanted / uneccesarily quarrels and fights.

↓ || Grudgeholder : Her mother always told her to learn from her mistakes. A good cat and a bad cat has always been obvious in her eyes. If you scorn her in some way, she does not believe in second chances. She'll hold a grudge until the day she dies, with a lingering hate burning within her. Forgiveness, in this case, is not key.

↓ || Blunt : If upset or near tears, Petalfall never tells a soul of how she feels. She remains almost robotic, and forces her feelings down her throat. She often asks to take walks alone as a therapy for never telling anyone how she feels. She's seen as sweet and caring to most of the clan.

↑ || Elegant : She's very proud to be a female, and feels as being a female, you must be very presentable and take care of yourself. This is her 'girly' side. She always grooms herself to near perfection, always wanting to feel she looks good. She's partially insecure.

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- S E X U A L I T Y -

Looking for :
- A few quick flings here and there, solemnly for fun
- She wants to meet somone that has the potential of being her mate.

Orientation : Heterosexual
Likes :Strong and protective males. She finds a deep attraction for darker coats, and bright eyes. She wants a tom that is dominant but not near possesive.
Dislikes : Ginger furred cats, green eyes. ( They remind her of her father.) Rude attitude towards her.
Attracted to Currently : none yet

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- H I S T O R Y -
● Kithood [ 0-6 moons ] ● Before there was Petalfall, there was Milkflower and Redfern. Milkflower was a bit of a pushover, and was pressured into a relationship with the almighty Redfern. Redfern was short tempered, and quick to yell if he felt provoked or if she wouldn't listen. Milkflower was never happy as him as her mate, but felt that he could somehow change if she had his kits. So, she was pregnant, and soon gave birth to Poppykit, Rainkit, and Petalkit. Growing up, Petalkit took an instant disliking to her father. She could see the cold in his eyes, the blackness in his heart. He treated her mother with such violence. The relationship had now become quite abusive, and Redfern only grew worse. Milkflower was his ragdoll. She let herself get pushed around to the point of physical violence. Watching this as such a young age took a toll on young Petalfall. She'd never let that happen. She'd fight, and she'd fight damn hard. She grew angry and distant, always having negative thoughts of her father in her mind. 

 Redfern took shame in his kits, all of them being female. He'd often curse at them, and cats always stared. Petalkit hated when he yelled , but hated it especially when it was directed towards her. She'd run to her mother, crying and sniffling. But this all changed the memorial  winter, when she was about 5 moons old. Redfern was diagnosed with Greencough, and later, passed on. Petalkit was pleased, but felt there was a lot she could've yelled at him for. She regrets holding her tongue . Her mother and sisters lived peacefully now. It was time for  her to become an apprentice.

● Apprentice 12 - 15 moons ●
Petalpaw was very very shy. She turned nearly apple colored if a tom ever greeted her. She had no idea who she was yet , and often clung to her siblings. Sure she socialized occasionally, but it never stuck as it should.

 Training went by like a breeze. She was exceptional at hunting, because of her keen scenting abilities.  She never was involved with drama amongst other apprentices. She liked to focus, and save a social life for when she became a warrior.  She knew that it wasn't the time to lollygag. This is where she began to recognize herself. She thought of herself as proud, elegant, and intelligant. She was always clean and ready to learn. Knowledge was power, after all. She struggled a bit with fighting, considering she didn't have the most power muscles in her front legs.

All in all, she had a fun time learning and figuring herself out, nothing typically eventful happened.

● Warriorship 15 - ???? moons ●
 Petalfall began to blossom in personality. She felt accomplished of herself, and took pride in who she was. She was now a social butterfly, wanting to chat with evryone she could. But this happiness was shortly lived. Her sisters both left Woodclan without a goodbye. They had always seemed unhappy, perhaps they missed father too much. Milkflower and Petalfall were shocked and devastated. Petalfall still hasn't fully recovered from this, and is currently dealing with lowe motional control. This meaning, at any point, if something reminded her of hers sisters, she'd bawl like a toddler. Her warriorship still continues.

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- C O N N E C T I O N S -

Mate : none
Previous Mates :
Offspring :
Parents :
Siblings :
Interested in :

Relationship Chart : 

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- O T H E R -

Likes :    
-being warm
- cuddling
- being clean
- looking good ;^0
- feeling loved
- attention
- being alone sometimes
- fresh kill
- flowers
Dislikes :
- pricks // violent assholes
- rude cats
- being told what to do 
Fears : Being in a violent relationship, having kits, any type of pain
Goals : to be the best she can be, to get a mate someday

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- R O L E P L A Y S A M P L E -

[[ sample from a different group !! ]]
Genevieve drew in a long breath before exhaling into the cold morning air, her faded magenta shawl not quite giving her the body warmth she needed. Mornings were always bitter and cold, and doing morning errands was always a pain. If you wanted anything remotely fresh or good, you'd arrive at the market early. And guess who's turn it was to take the wretched chore? Of course. It wasn't even dawn yet. She stood on the corner, lingering near the entrance of the marketplace. She held her small sack of coinage and pence close, trying to look unnoticeable and threatening. Standing out here alone in the dark was no place for someone like her. She felt she needed to pull on the biggest of acts to try and mask the fact she was a puny little shrimp.

She reached beneath her maid uniform, trying to find where she hid a small pocket knife. It was strictly for protection only, and she knew that she wasn't allowed to have it. But she knew she was an easy target. In sudden shock she realized that she hadn't taken it.
"You blooming idiot!" She cursed at herself, fear cracking through her body like a whip.
She stood alone, shivering, shrouded in darkness. She wanted to go somewhere else, but returning to the palace empty handed would be even more stupid. She prayed no one lurking around intended to confront her, let alone look at her. She could not stress enough at how much she disgusted darkness.

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- C O N T A C T -

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