.:Banditpaw:. ZAP.

[>>Bandit/Gypsy<<]

g e n e r a l

name: Banditpaw
age: 10 moons
gender: tom
clan: ZapClan
rank: apprentice

a b o u t

weight: 9 pounds
height: 10 inches [no, I’m not changing this]
markings: Yes, a black mask-like marking on his face and a small black dot on his nose.
coat: White slick coat with his black markings. Relatively smooth.
eye color: Pale green

personality:

Banditpaw is a bit harsh, but playful. He loves a good joke, but hates being the one joked on. Period. He would actually prefer to use words before claws, but those words are insulting and discriminating. Then claws. He is amazingly sly and can get cats to believe almost all he says. The apprentice always has a smug smile on his face and enjoys competition, whether that is healthy or not. He’s very cryptic, and doesn’t give a straight answer very often. He’s not cruel, but he certainly doesn’t mind poking and teasing at younger or older cats than he. He’s big into slithering out of sticky situations and playing mind games. This makes many cats dislike him.

Not only that, but he loves a good fight and the chance to slice fur. Even in training, he doesn’t normally play nice. He’s confident in himself, and isn’t afraid of smashing into evil CrimsonClan bad-guys. >:3 Banditpaw really believes senior warriors are boring and stupid, so he lips off to them as much as possible. He hates hunting … and fails at it.

And finally, he’s a little bit of a flirt. <3

history:

Banditpaw’s father was a notable warrior, one with courage and strength. However, this was all a lie. The tom was born on a crisp leaf fall morning, his mother staring around in dismay. She was angry at life. Angry at herself for killing her other kits. Of course, she really didn’t kill them, just a miscarriage, but the thought was the same. From then on, she became cold and distant, alone and not noticing her surviving kit’s cry for help. He was named by his father for his peculiar markings. Banditpaw only saw his mother’s face once. Once right when he opened his mulled green eyes, blinking into a new world; then she was gone, slipping right through his paws. They found her body later, when all that was left of it was a destroyed set of bones and skin. No breath, no movement, no life. She had committed suicide, just two weeks after Banditpaw’s arrival.

Thus began the trip down daddy lane... His father took him in, taught him skills and smarts and everything he could to get his son ready for the world. Maybe this is why Banditpaw is determined, maybe he really was a good influence; but more than not, it was just an attempt to break his wings. Since his mother was nonexistent, his dad was his guidance, and really was his mentor for a short period of time later on. The tom looked up to him, wanted to be just like him when he grew up. Little did he know. But life went on, cats forgot about his mother.

Then, without warning, his father tried to force him into his twisted plans, overthrowing the leader and deputy and basically destroying the clan. Banditpaw refused and stopped him, or as best he could. His dad was furious, and tossed him against a wall of the camp. He left and never came back. Good riddance.

This was all in a course of six moons. Now, with a new mentor and a different outlook on life, Banditpaw is here and ready to play. >:3

r o l e p l a y e r

screen name: Bandit/Gypsy. RIVER!
gender: Female
how you found us: You should know how
other: My freaking god that sucked so much. >>

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