Lonepaw of BloodClan

<sub>Name: Lonepaw

Age: Nine moons

Gender: Tom

Rank: Apprentice

Breed: Abyssinian

Personality: [Brave] [Solemn] [Wary] [Strongwilled] [Loyal]

Brave- Though Lonepaw grew up frightened of his own shadow, once he met his long-lost sister he learned that you only live one life- so therefore, in his eyes, you've got to make the best that you can of it. He will rush headlong into battle for his friends, but not his Clan, and would fight his Clanmates if he got the chance. Seeing those he cares about in danger makes Lonepaw all the braver, and he would throw himself into an impossible battle to save them.

Solemn- Growing up without friends has left Lonepaw without a sense of humor. It's hard to see this cat smile, and he sometimes takes things too seriously. He doesn't get the concept of 'joking,' and thinks that sarcasm is really insults in disguise. Seeing Lonepaw trying to joke around is like watching a fish try to fly. It's awkward, strange, and quite nerve-racking for him, but it means that he really cares for whomever he's trying to make smile.

Wary- Lonepaw is not much of a trusting cat. It's hard to befriend him (there's only one exception to this rule, and it's Nobody) which earns him his name. When he was younger, he was basically friendless, and was called "Loner" and jeered at. Due to this, Lonepaw doesn't make many friends and is hard to reach. It takes a lot to get him to smile and trust, but he's trying to fight his own defense mechanisms and 'let his hair down' sometimes.

Strongwilled- Once Lonepaw makes up his mind, there's no changing it. He will pursue his goals to the end, and would die before he gave up his dreams or a simple mission. His pride is too strong for him to accept defeat, and he would rather be clawed to death than limp back to camp in shame. This trait comes in handy when Lonepaw is fighting, because no matter what, he will not back down from a challenge.

Loyal- Not to his Clan, however. Lonepaw dedicates his life to protecting those he cares for, including Nobody, and the only reason he stays in BloodClan is to be by her. He doesn't want to leave in the fear that something might happen to his only kin, and would do the same for any cat he held close to his heart- if he had any more, that is.

Relationships:
Deceased
Unsure
Family
Friend
Good friend
Crush
Love
Acquaintance
Dislike
Hate

Nobody, his sister- "I can't believe I found her! It seems as if fate brought us together again. She looks so much like me...I'm so glad I've found her. She's my friend- my only friend- and I'd do anything for her! I can't wait to learn more about her."

History: [Lonely Birth] [Runaway] [Taken By Fate]

Lonely Birth- Lilac and Red were two mates belonging to that of a breeder in Twolegplace, and Lilac was expecting. She preferred to do things her own way and was rather strongwilled, and took frequent strolls when other queens advised strongly against it. Her mate, Red, always accompanied her, and not having any experience in being a father, he never tried to stop her.

However, Lilac went into delivery whilst far away from their den. The only help Red could find were huge, scarred cats with bone-studded collars and glinting, narrowed eyes. Helpless, Red watched as they coached Lilac through, and when they stepped away Red caught a glimpse of two kits- a son and a daughter. Their son was much smaller than their daughter, and sandier in color.

But Red and Lilac's joy did not last long. No sooner had the father laid eyes on his kits did the cats snatch the largest of the two, their daughter, and fled into the night. Red and Lilac were heartbroken, and clutched their runt of a son close to them, never letting him out of their sight. They named him Tully and mourned the loss of their daughter freely.

As Tully grew (though not much) the other kits in Twolegplace laughed at how small he was, and how his overprotective parents never let him do anything. Lilac hardly wanted Tully to even sit atop in the fence, in her great fear that he might topple off and break his neck. Red wasn't much better. He was constantly coaching his son on how to fight, though Tully wasn't very good at it, due to his small size. He soon grew impatient with his parents.

Runaway- Tully was only three moons old when he got sick of sticking around his parents. Whilst they were sleeping together, curled on a cushion, Tully stole away and escaped into the streets. At first, he was triumphant, but quickly he realized that he was lost and alone. Dogs snarled at him from the shadows, and every yard he wandered into he was chased out of. In two days, he sank down to die.

The only kindness Tully ever knew was that an elderly Twoleg woke him, and fed him dry pellets. They were flavorless and stuck to his tongue, but Tully returned every night for the food. The others in the alleys laughed at him, and every friend Tully tried to make ended up betraying him later.

"Loner! Loner!" they would yowl gleefully at him, when little Tully would limp by. "Look! Little Loner's come into town!"

And so Tully became known as 'Loner' by everyone, the friendless, tiny kit whom no one but a half-blind Twoleg would love.

Taken By Fate- Loner shot up in size at around seven moons of age, and watched the other alley cats to learn how to fight. He began to catch his own food and stopped visiting the old Twoleg, but he operated alone. At eight moons old, he was already larger than most his age and was still sprouting upwards. His once-skinny, short legs were now muscular and long. Loner wasn't a kit anymore.

He decided to go looking for his parents, to apologize for leaving them, but couldn't remember the way back. It'd been two seasons since he'd last seen them, and he knew they must think him dead. However, on his way back towards the gentler side of town, five shadowy warriors surrounded him. Teeth of dogs and claws of cats glinted on their leather collars, and Loner braced himself for a fight.

It was over before it had begun- one leapt from behind and slammed Loner down with a paw at Loner's throat.

"He looks like Nobody," snorted Loner's foe.

Loner, of course, having no idea what this meant, just spat in the cat's face. They laughed together, calling him 'spirited,' before dragging him away to dark alleys. There they explained that they were BloodClan warriors, and Loner was expected to join them. Hearing his name, they cruelly named him 'Lonepaw' and promptly tossed him into the apprentices' den, sore and ashamed.

But it was there that Lonepaw's life changed, because he landed on top of a sandy-gray she-cat. She spat and leapt to her paws, only to stop, dumbfounded.

"You look like me," they both meowed. Though Lonepaw's mew was deeper, they both had the same, indignant tone to their voices, and they told their stories to each other. It was clear that Lonepaw had found his lost sister. He stayed in BloodClan with Nobody, and will do anything it takes to help them both escape- or bring down their cruel and cold Clan.

Roleplay Example: Lonepaw couldn't believe his eyes- a cat, just like him! Exactly like him! They both stared at each other with wide, shocked gray-blue eyes, and their sandy-gray pelts bristled in unison. Lonepaw swallowed, and then, at the same time as the skinny she-cat, meowed incredulously, "You look like me!"

"Wow," he breathed, sinking onto his haunches. "Oh, wow...what are you, my twin?" And just as he said it, something hit him- a story his parents had always told over and over...

She's my sister!

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Look familiar? Yup, this is Nobody's brother. ~arwogin and I were talking and plotting this out, so yes, here is Lonepaw, the forgotten kit from Nobody's litter! Seems like fate brought them both together. We'll just see what happens now~

If you want to roleplay, just ask! <3

Lonepaw is a cat for the group