J u n i p e r p o u n c e
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Basics
{ Name } Juniperpounce
{ Previous Names } Juniperkit, Juniperpaw
{ Age } 39 moons
{ Gender } Cis Male
{ Sexuality } Bisexual Biromantic
{ Home } Shadowclan
{ Rank } Warrior
{ Previous Ranks } Kit, Apprentice
{ Heritage: } 100% Shadowclan
{ Breed } Mixed breed
Education
inactive // dead
{ Mentor } N/A
{ Former Mentor } Open
{ Future Mentor } N/A
{ Apprentice } Open
{ Former Apprentices } N/A
{ Future Apprentice } Open
Appearance
{ Coat Color(s) } Dusty cream, dark brown, and bits of eggshell white
{ Fur Length } Medium
{ Fur Thickness } In multiple layers- pretty thick
{ Eye Color } Bold blue, with the base color being lighter than the coloring around the iris
{ Tail Length } Average
{ Height } A bit tall
{ Build } Slightly muscular
{ Scars } Multiple scars littered around his pelt. His left cheek has a noticeable slash on it.
{ Distinctive Features } His distinctive eyes
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Personality
Flamboyant | Snarky boy | Blunt | Charismatic | Fun-loving | Loyal | Bit of a flirt | Likes to push others buttons | Fatalist
Relationships
inactive // dead
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Family
inactive // dead // *NPC
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{ Sisters }
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Extras
{ Physical Health } Good
{ Illness(es) } None
{ Illness Description } N/A
{ Phobia(s) } Terrified of rainstorms
{ Phobia Reason(s) } Just everything about it. Hates the loud booms of thunder and how cold the raindrops
are. It's a pretty irrational fear of his.
{ Accent } American
{ Voices } Slightly high-pitched, not very masculine
{ Theme Song } T.b.d
{ Type }
-Likes cats that can match his flirtation
-Couldn't care less about gender
-If someone doesn't imminently strike his interests, he won't be attracted to them. So can't be any distant or uninteresting personalities or dull coats and stuff
-Not sure on his stance on kits just yet
-Wants someone who can rival his attitude
{ Facts }
-Was going to be a very subdued, young warrior named Junipercloud but it didn't feel right so this happened
-Used to train in the dark forest and retained multiple scars from his moons there. Every now and then he wakes up in the dreadful place, tormented and pursued by his former df mentor
{ Name Origin }
Juniper- For his blue eyes | Pounce- His snarky personality
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Backstory
Juniperkit was extremely sheltered growing up. Both of his parents were completely overbearing of their kits. They weren't even allowed to leave the nursery until they were 5 moons old! Even then, the litter was never free from their constant supervision. And their parents never told them of any bad in the world, only good. So naturally they all assumed that life was a cheery little place and that everything was great 'n all. And of course it all was. They were a wholesome little family. That's how things were for a good while. But of course as all things must come to an end sometime, he was named Juniperpaw and given to a.... not so great mentor. They were the completely the opposite of what he thought everyone was like. They were lazy, arrogant, and cruel. They rarely taught him anything, mostly just ordering him around and forcing him to do chores.
Then an idea popped into his head. He had heard stories of cats that would train others as they slept, a dream world that felines could travel to to become stronger. So, naturally, Juniper wanted to visit such a place. His parents had left out all the bad parts, so this was like a jackpot to him. And within only a few days, he woke up in a strange place. It was gloomy and stank of death, though he just assumed that he was imagining the former. He was approached by a cat that claimed to belong to Starclan, and that's when the training began. Battle training was the only thing he was taught there. Though he just brushed it off. Warriors were supposed to defend their clan, after all. And that's all he wanted to do.
He was beginning to get quicker, stronger. His pelt started showing up with wounds and scars in the morning. His parents had another litter of kits, and had turned all of their attention to them. His mentor was ignoring him as usual, only now he didn't seem to mind it. He had a "Starclan" cat training him, after all. They cat would pit him against other apprentices also seeking to get stronger. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost. Juniperpaw quickly abandoned his sheltered and optimistic personality and adapted one more suited to his environment. After countless moons of this brutal practice, he was named Juniperpounce and became a full warrior of Shadowclan. He still visited the Dark Forest, and slowly he was realizing how horrifying the whole predicament was. He started to come less and less, until at about 23 moons he finally stopped visiting the horrid place.
Juniperpounce couldn't even begin to describe the relief and freedom he felt once he abandoned the Dark Forest. Everything was fine for a few moons. He wasn't visited by his former mentor from the horrible place he trained for so long, until once he awoke to the familiar stench of blood and hunger. The cat that trained him was there, they were waiting her him. Every now and then he blinked away sleep from his eyes and was met by the bloodcurdling screams that always hung in the wind from the place, being tormented and ridiculed relentlessly. He learned to live with it, and still try to dedicate as much as he could to his clan.