Squirrelstar

Gender: Tom (Male)
Age: About two years roughly
Pelt: Deep red toned ticked tabby
Eyes: Golden

Mate: No mate yet, hopeful though

Kits: No kits, for reason see above.

Personality:  

Squirrelstar is a wiry tom built for speed and balance. He is not at all a bulky tom and tends to think only those approaching his intelligence are threats. He is a slightly mischievous cat with a penchant for ambushes and booby traps. He believes battles can be won well before they are fought.
  He is slightly arrogant and enjoys teasing bullies and cats he feels are too stiff. He loves the young of his clan deeply, he may turn a bit of a blind eye to explorations beyond the camp as long as the youngsters take care not to get caught.
  Squirrelstar, is a bit of a flirt, especially if he flusters who he is flirting too. He likes to unsettle when he is sizing up a potential opponent. He rarely shows respect unless he’s hiding someone or very rarely if a cat has earned it in some way, not an easy feat given his arrogance.


History:
        Kithood:
        Apprentice:
Squirrelpaw’s mentor was well chosen, Rowanasp was a smart enough and wily enough cat to not only have the young tom’s respect but to keep him on his toes through his training. Ambushes and battle games of the mind where common between them. When Squirrelpaw was 10 moons old he managed his first successful ambush on his mentor. He was thrilled, he also got badly ambushed and knocked on his tail 5 times in a row over the new quarter moon. . . but it was worth it.
        Warrior:

Squirrelpaw was made warrior a moon late due to an “incident” but he stood tall at his ceremony and was given the name Squirrelfox both for his vibrant coat and his fox like way of thinking.
        Deputy:
        Leader:
Squirrelstar has not been a leader very long but he is eager to make his mark on the history of the clans.

|| KIN ||
··Mother: 
··Father:
··Siblings: (want to be one?)


||Physical Info||
··Build: Long and Slender
··Fur type:  Long and fluffy
··Size: Tall
··Scent: (to be decided)
··Breed:  Somali base breed (but he’s a mix)

··Preferences: 
··Looking for: 

||Extras||
··Theme Song (s)

··Likes:
··Dislikes:

Anyone in is allowed to use him in things related to that group. Just please try to keep him in character, I try to provide plenty of material to go off of. Also send me a link to the finished piece, that’s all I ask.  

Crush/Attraction

Love

Mates

Fear

Dislike

Hate

Friend

Best Friend

Family (by blood or by choice)

Respect
Interested In/curious

Acquaintance
Would like to be friends with

Unsure

Discomfort
Would not mind seeing dead

Name struck through: Dead
If you want to know her opinion of your cat RP with her. If I have forgotten anyone feel free to let me know.



More about RPing:
---Preferred RP Style: Script, or Literate, Paragraph is my least favorite. My favorite is a fluid mix averaging 3-4 sentences but can be much bigger or smaller. 
---Method Of RP: Comments, Notes and Chat room (sometimes)
---Mind starting RPs?:  Not at all.
Roleplay ratings
✔/ G/PG | Anytime
✔/ PG-13 | Anytime
✔/M | Sometimes


Roleplay example:
Script:
  Alora called a small lick of flame out of the fireplace, it wrapped around her finger like a purring cat.
Paragraph:
    Alora sighed and sat on the soft red chair in front of the fireplace. Its springs creaked as she sank into it. In the hearth in front of her a merry fire crackled and popped. She called to the flames in the hearth and a small one floated out of the fire, wafting across the room to curl around her hand. It was warm and flickered softly, moving like a purring cat across her hand. She brought it to her face and watched it for a time. The flame was gold with a bright heart of red flame. She smiled as she slowly shaped the flame into a flower of gold and orange. If flickered suddenly and flared leaving behind nothing but smoke and singing her eyebrows. “Bother” She grumbled.
Literate:
  Alora sighed and sat on the soft red chair in front of the fireplace. Its springs creaked as she sank into it and the padding molded itself around her. In the hearth in front of her a merry fire crackled and popped casting a golden glow around the darkened room. She called to the flames in the hearth and a small one floated out of the fire, wafting across the room to curl around her hand. It was warm and flickered softly, moving like a purring cat across her hand. She brought it to her face and watched it for a time, fire was her element, always had been. The flame was gold with a bright heart of red flame it recognized the fire of Alora’s magic swirled happily in her grasp. She smiled as she slowly shaped the flame into a flower of gold and orange. A rose formed with delicate thin petals and a tiny red center. If flickered suddenly and flared leaving behind nothing but smoke and singing her eyebrows. “Bother” She grumbled waving the smoke away from her face. This was the third time that had happened this week, every time she tried to make something more complicated than a daisy it would blow up in her face.