stolenpaw --} [finished]

[Slashy]

{-- you're like a seraphim --}
[you're good to the bone]
| the slightest mending could not finely hone |
| you would not make it if you were on your own |
| and this is why i'll never |

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{-- leave you alone --}

name xx;

Stolenpaw

gender xx;

tom

clan xx;

TwilightClan

rank xx;

apprentice

description xx;

click xx;

Stolenpaw is a simple gray furred cat. There are a few lighter colored places on him, such as his chest and the tips of his paws. His curious eyes are only a few shades lighter than his body, if not indeed the same color of gray. The bands on his tail are a smokier color, and create gentle rings all the way to the very tip.
Even being between a kit and a warrior, Stolenpaw is quite small. His body is slender, his legs somewhat on the short side. He isn't really scrawny, though, just not as large as some other apprentices.

personality xx;

If never before was there ever a curious, confident little cat, there is one now. Stolenpaw is a little bundle of energy. He is constantly asking questions and never seems to tire of anything he does. Even if he's not quite great at something he tries, he pretends his is and goes all out. Embarrassment is not a word in his vocabulary.
Stolenpaw is particularly skilled in hunting. That is one of his only true skilled points of all the training he's been through. Fighting isn't his strongest side, because true fighting isn't one of Stolenpaw's favorite things to do. Despite his wild, enthusiastic exterior, Stolen doesn't like attacking or being attacked by something or someone.
Females. What about them? Stolenpaw doesn't really notice she-cats in the kind of way most toms do. He sees them as friends and nothing more. It's not that he fancies his own gender, it's just that he's too much of a goofball to consider romance. Friendships are as far as Stolen's going to get, possibly for quite a while.

history xx;

As a little one, Stolenkit wasn't really any different than the others his age. He still isn't. Maybe he just has a little more energy than the others. Probably a little more spontaniety as well.
His name is a bit of a joke. A not-quite-kind joke, either. He was the only kit in his litter of four, including him, that survived. Not that it changed his parents' love for him, but his mother often joked that he'd stolen all of his boundless energy from the other kits. And so, Stolenkit.
Apparently, he had earned his name, too. Stolen was easily the most wound-up kit in the nursery, often dashing about and playing with the other siblings. And if no one was interested, he'd simply find a leaf, or a twig, or sometimes even a butterfly if he was lucky. He could entertain himself easily that way too.
Becoming an apprentice didn't have too much to excite the newly named Stolenpaw. Alright, so he got to move into a new den and had training now. Great. Yay. Bring it on.
All in all, Stolenpaw loves his life as it is now. He doesn't regret anything, and doubts he ever will. He lives lifew to its fullest and doesn't look back, only forward.

{ unite && take over }
[create a supernova]

[xx; Mystic]

great =)

xx; accepted