tPL: Willow

+ Playful : She is often compareable to a kitten with her extremely lighthearted and playful attitude. Sure, she can be serious when the need arises, but Willow would rather keep a positive outlook and bring smiles to the faces of her tribemates more than anything. However seeing this side of her is both a treat and a rare sight to some. Any cat who isnt very close to her will often be greeted by a sweet attitude but a shy one at most. The only eyes that see her playful attitude the most are her closest friends (which usually end up being the tribe's companions.)

+ Caring : No discrimination to anything whatsoever. An animal or creature is hurt? That is now most likely her main priority over anything. A tribemate is having a problem? Willow to the rescue! Willow will often drop whatever she is doing or working on (companions dont count! She wouldnt ever drop those!) to help the being in question. Even though Willow doesnt have any kits of her own, she sure can be the cat to easily think is a mother.

+ Protective : Sure she doesnt have any kittens of her own, but she is almost the definition of a mother. Rumor has it, she has even raised prey animals in private from infanthood to adulthood because she had felt bad for the orphans. While Willow may not be the most courageous cat around, she isnt hesitant to stand her ground for something or someone she believes in.

+ Devoted :  Willow loves her job more than anything. She takes pride in her ability to stick to one thing and see it through. Once she finds something to do, she will never fail to see it through to completion.

= Inquisitive : While the saying "Curiosity killed the cat" is one that anyone has heard more than anything, the same can be said for Willow. While she may not vocalize it, if something happened and wasnt told to her, shes almost dying to know. While some see this as nosy, her main worry is to make sure no cat was hurt or anything bad had happened. And, if something had happened, you could be sure she's brainstorming up ideas to help; whether it be some weird idea involving sticks to get something out of a hole, or a bundle of leaves and twigs to transport something or someone!

= Worrywart :  You could almost swear you can see the wrinkles and fur falling out by the second when Willow is stressed out or anxious! (Which is more often than not.) Once a problem presents itself to this timid shecat, she will constantly think about it, and any solutions until the problem is resolved.

- Cowardly : If a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound? Maybe, Maybe not. But Willow sure will. Be careful not to approach this shecat too quickly or loudly or else she will be gone in a pinch, up in a tree or hiding in the nearest available spot.

- Selfless :  More often than not, Willow will often work herself to the literal bone for another creature or cat, if it means that they are well again. This often causes her to find herself in the Healer's den with a firm scolding and warning of "Don't let it happen again!"

- Nervous : Nervous is an understatement. Willow is the epitome of Nervous and Anxious. Even around her clanmates she will often stumble over her words and be submissive. The only time she will have zero-to-no issues with communicating is when she is alone with the companions of the tribe.

-Oblivious : While Willow can often be described as a cat who's eyes are often as wide as two twin moons looking out for danger, this constant worrying and airheadedness tends to leave her at a disadvantage to things right under her nose, whether it be both a physical being or an emotion directed towards her. Though dont take this to heart! Willow would always be the cat who would love listening to problems and giving advice if it was needed.

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( F A M I L Y )

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Significant Other | n/a



Offspring | n/a



Mother | Dawn | npc | South tribe | Deceased



Father | Nikolai | npc | South tribe | Assumed Deceased



Siblings | Sienna | npc | ??? | ???

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( R E L A T I O N S H I P S )

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Relationship Status | open



Sexual Orientation | Heterosexual



Romantic Orientation | Heterromantic



Current Attractions | n/a




Preferences | n/a



Experience | tba

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( E X T R A S )

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Trivia |

●  She has a nervous stutter.


●  More often than not, you can hear muffled sounds of tiny creatures from her thick pelt! She is well known for taking care of small creatures like Birds, mice and Dragons! 


●  Willow would gladly let any bird or nesting creature build a nest in her pelt, and usually she can be seen with miscelaneous twigs and plant parts poking out from her thick , unkept pelt.


● She does not enjoy eating. While she does not have an eating disorder, she simply doesnt like seeing any animal being eaten! Though, she knows very well that that is the way of survival.


● In the Roleplay Example below, Willow is a revamping of the character "Softwhisper"!


● Willow has a crippling fear of heights, which is rather sad being that she is a South tribe cat.


● tba


● tba

Dreams/Goals |

● tba


● tba

Likes |

+ Quiet.


+ All creatures and animals.


+ Warm spring days.


+ Cuddling and Physical touch.


+ Acts of kindness/ Romance.

Dislikes | 

- Rain / Water. (Its hard to dry all of that fur!)


- Loud and hotheaded cats.


- Summer.


- Blood / Arguing / Fighting.


- Flying

Fears |

●  Storms /Lightning.


● Flying

Favorites |

Prey | No preference. 


Season |   Autumn.


Place | tba


Activity| Bonding with Creatures!


Scent | Flowers in spring.


Cat | n/a

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( R O L E P L A Y I N G )

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Taken from RiseOfTheClans roleplays ive had!

Stormstar couldnt help but laugh. "From what I remember you had to haul off your cats after we had finished." He sneered. "The leader who has the mentality of an apprentice himself. " He turned in mockery to what the streamclan cat had done in a teasing manner. "Oh Rockclan what do you have to complain about towards Streamclan?"

Silverblossom looked around the cats with sad eyes. "Tonight we will wish Starclan to welcome this apprentice into their ranks. I ask my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has learned the warrior code and given up his life in the service of his Clan. Let StarClan receive him as a warrior. From this day forward he will be known as Crimsonheart, For the bravery he had shown in his last moments as a apprentice walking among us. He will forever look down on us from the stars." She meowed somberly. "May we wish him swift running and endless hunting among the sparkling rivers of Starclan."

Silverblossom lifted her head frowning. "Enough! Everyone be quiet!" She hissed. "It is not a single cats fault. It can be blamed on multiple cats, but we will get through this as a whole. Don't let us be divided by accusations!" She screeched as she pressed down on Lunarstar's wounds to make sure the cobwebs were in place. "Everyone line up I will treat you."

Softwhisper's whiskers drooped as she shoo'ed The tom away from the remaining snails. She quickly glanced around for a leaf, noticing one sticking off a branch sticking from the elders den. Pulling it off she scooped the remaining snails onto it, and then lifting the leaf off the ground. The shecat looked like an utter mess, with flowers sticking from her pelt, and now carrying a cargo of snails in a leaf bundle.

Softwhisper heard the tom outside the den. "W-What ha...." She trailed off when she saw the crushed snails she had taken the time to rescue. She let out a high pitched squeak at the sight of the snails. "O-O-o-h Starclan..." She whispered. Fluffing her tail up she didnt know what to do.

Softwhisper watched the cats talk to eachother. She flicked her tail eagerly, wishing she knew how to not be so awkward and shy. Sighing she attempted to groom her pelt free of the rosepetals and lavender. After her long pelt decided the flowers were an awesome thing to knot around she gave up. 'I might as well be renamed flowerpelt.' She sighed.

Softwhisper shuffled her paws embarassed. "J-Just checking, No cat should be h-hurt." She mewed brushing her tail over her flank. Her fur stood on end when she saw the flowers sticking from her pelt. "Aaaah--" She paniced as she quickly padded into the warriors den.

Sliding down most of the stone ledges Silverblossom rushed toward the Meteorite in the center of the crater. She sighed with relief when she had made it with a few heartbeats to spare. She nestled down next to the stone and pressed her nose to the stone, cold overtaking her body despite the heat of the night that had clung to the stones moments ago. After a few heartbeats there was a bright blinding light, followed by the sound of water in a stream. Blinking open her eyes a lush landscape of rivers and unfamilliar faces appeared in the distance, while Silverblossom stood on the sandy bank of a familliar island. She glanced around, figuring she was on the Island back in streamclan. She trotted up the island into the camp where she was stunned to recognise a few faces. "Mother...?" She breathed. Cats were bustling around camp that she had only remembered being senior warriors or elders. She nosed around the clearing weaving through the cats despite the fact they took no notice to her. She padded up behind the golden shecat. "Sunheart......Mom." She padded up to the shecat but she couldnt see her. The golden tabby shecat appeared to be pregnant. The golden shecat had a worried look on her face as she rushed from the camp towards the rockclan borders. ".....What?" Silverblossom meowed half confused. She attempted to give chase but her paws felt rooted. 'Okay, so Im viewing the past, but why?' She thought to herself before she was greeted by another flash of light. Blinking her eyes open she found herself under the Great pinetrees of Woodclan, infront of her was a tom, with a thick Silvertabby pelt. She sat a moment trying to figure out why she was in woodclan. When the tom turned his face she froze. ".....Boulderfang?" She heard her voice crack when she saw the tom. "I-I was told he had died in a border scirmish.." she whispered when she remembered the news being told during a gathering. Her head whirled with all of this new information. She was about to step forward when she was greeted with yet another flash of light. She blinked her eyes open to the Rocky outcroppings of the Moonstone. Her ears flicked when she heard the sound of Mewling behind her. She turned her head to see her mother curled around a Silver and a Golden kit and a Grey tom watching with pride in his eyes. "No..." She meowed. "B-Boulderfang is..--" She was cut off by a familiar voice behind her. "Your father." She stiffened up when she turned to see the Starry figure of Sunheart. "It was time you knew. You have a sister alive in the clans too. Softwhisper." Sunheart meowed gesturing with her tail toward the golden scrap of fur. Silverblossom was speechless, partially because she was half clan, but also because she still had family alive. "....But What--Why Are you showing me this?" She pleaded. She stepped toward her mother. "I have been watching you and your struggles my dear Silverblossom. Please, Do not fret. The answers will become clear with time." Sunheart whispered as the scenery around the both of them began to waver. "W-Wait.. I still have so much more to say!" She called after her mother. Sunheart shook her head. "Follow your paws, and you will make the right Choices Silverblossom." The voice echoed before silverblossoms vision was clouded with darkness again. Jolting upright Silverblossom opened her eyes to look around the Moonstone again, her moonstone of the present time.

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( B A C K S T O R Y )
(im so sorry im horrible at backstories)

Kittenhood
She was born to Dawn and Nikolai, both soldiers of Southtribe. As a single kitten between the both of them, she was often fawned over by both of her parents, Or so she was told by her Father. Dawn, a very frail and delicate cat during the time of kitting, died during the birthing process. Nikolai brought the young kitten to another tribemate who was expecting kittens herself, and eventually that shecat became the mother figure to Willow. Nervous and wary about his only child, Nikolai was very overbearing and protective of his daughter; imprinting the idea that nearly everything in life could harm the young kitten. Despite this flaw, Willow never saw anything wrong or unusual with the cat she called her mother, and her very loving father. Both cats cared very deeply for her and raised her as their own.
Unlike the fellow kittens around her age, she would often find comfort with the companions of her tribemates, often sleeping with them or playing with them. Her leader and fellow tribemates often took note of this quirk and never frowned upon the shy kitten poking her pink nose into the den looking for the furred, feathered and scaled playmates. During one of her escapades, she stumbled upon a tiny, worm sized creature. She couldnt figure out what exactly it was, and to be quite honest, she was shocked and nearly terrified when it wriggled toward her at an alarming pace and snuggled into her thick fur. With a delacate paw, she prodded gently at the wormy creature, realizing it had both two tiny horns and ears, but also two eyes staring back at her with fear! 



Student
By the age of 6 moons, she had made herself accustomed to spending most of her time with the clan's companion creatures more than actually spending time with the actual cats of the tribe. During this time too, she had bonded with the worm like creature, which she later had found out was a Pipe dragon which she (and that noodle of a dragon) decided would be named Varos. Upon the day that she would become a 'wing' both Varos and Willow visited the lake, as per tradition. That day was also the day she met her Mentor, which also introduced them to her extremely secluded attitude and nearly crippling anxiety. Poor Willow nearly had jumped out of her skin, sending varos tumbling down from their furry perch upon Willow's shoulders at the voice of her mentor for the first time. This secluded attitude wasnt necicarily a negative one, however her mentor would often find it a struggle to communicate or train her to hunt, or even find her at all! Despite this, when her mentor would find her, Willow was an extremely dilagent worker and studyer. Willow would often find herself putting as much effort as she could into her work, which was partially to thank her crippling anxiety for. Without friends or cats to distract her, she cruised through her studenthood with ease. However towards the end of this time, news came in that her father had gone missing. To this day, she still does not know the whereabouts of her father, how he went missing or if he even is alive. Nonetheless, Willow continued on, and eventually made it to the day where she stepped into the lake with Varos to commence the Ceremony to bond together for life and begin her life as a full fledged tamer.



Tamer
All of Willow's hard work had finally paid off. She had accomplished one of her dream goals from when she was a young kitten. While she may not have outwardly realized it, this was her destiny and perfect role among the tribe. She was able to bond with Varos during the bonding ceremony finally. Many creatures also found their way to the timid shecat, often seeking refuge in her thick fur, or even nesting among it! Sure, it wasnt exactly part of the job description as a tamer, but she made it her job to take care of any animal that would cross her path.

[this is a giant wip and is bound to see changes and alterations as I roleplay her more!]

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Roleplay availability:

-Skype: Preferred!
-Chats: ehhhhh
-Notes: Dont really like notes, but I will if I have to!
-Comments: No thank you!

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