!! BRANCHPAW

[idk my bff brindle]

say cheese.

I hope this is the last time,
'Cause I'd never say no to you
This conversation's been dead on arrival
And there's no way to talk to you
This conversation's been dead on,

branchpaw

a division or subdivision of the stem or axis of a tree, shrub, or other plant.

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&TOM
&&7 MOONS
&&&APPRENTICE
&&&&ECLIPSECLAN

A rivalry goes so deep
Between me and this loss of sleep over you

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Branchpaw is quite the handsome tom, though you would probably never get him to admit it. He’s soft and slender, kind of ghostly in appearance. For this reason, he can slink in and out of almost anywhere without being detected. Not that cats would notice him much anyways. His eyes are wide and he looks almost like a frightened owl at times. His ears are nice, and his markings are quite handsome. His paws are well proportioned, and his muzzle is just the right size. His head fits his body nicely, and his clean fur is smoothly layered. Apart from that bewildered look that is so common, Branchpaw is very attractive. He wouldn’t believe you if you told him, though.

Let’s start with his head. Branchpaw has a nice head. It slopes down towards his chin and ends it a little blunt bump. Attractive, eh? His cheekbones give him a nice slim look. His ears stick out slightly to the side, and the peach insides are covered with a light drizzle of white fur. His nose is the most darling pink, with a dark brown outline. His whiskers are long and straight- they don’t droop. His muzzle doesn’t stick out far from his face, but that’s alright. He looks fine even when it is blunt. His eyes are very close to the bridge of his nose- which is a light brown fading to black, by the way. His eyes are a pale green, bordering on lime. He has those long whisker like hairs protruding from above his eyes, but they aren’t that noticeable. The colouring on his face his plain but cute. Dark brown fur coats the top of his head and the backs of his ears. A white splotch is in the middle of his forehead, between two tabby markings. He has a third dark tabby marking coming up the bridge of his nose. Brown coats the area below his eyes, and there’s a tongue-sized brown splotch that looks like a coffee stain on the outside of his lower jaw. His head connects firmly to his body with a smooth neck.

Branchpaw isn’t the most muscular cat. His legs are slim and his frame is supple, like a bendy branch. His legs are strong, but his muscles aren’t very developed yet. He’s slightly chubby, but it’s only a bit of kit fat stuck to his stomach. His back goes up a bit after his thin neck, and his tail is long and lean like a snake. His paws seem to be just the right size for his legs, and they support him perfectly. The fur on his body is medium-length, and it’s layered smoothly. Branchpaw never seems to have a problem with errant locks of fur. His fur usually behaves perfectly, oddly enough. The fur on his paws is a light mocha brown. On his back, dark brown tabby markings coat light brown fur, but they start only half-way down his back and they extend to the end of his tail. There’s a brown line that slashes across the insides of his legs.

This is side one,
Flip me over
I know I'm not your favorite record
The songs you grow to like never stick at first
So I'm writing you a chorus,
And here is your verse

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Branchpaw isn’t the friendliest cat. He’s rather antisocial and quiet. Don’t mistake his silence for arrogance, though. That’s not it at all. Branchpaw doesn’t think he’s better than the other apprentices, he just thinks that they aren’t worth talking to. Not because they’re inferior, so to speak, but because they don’t share any interests. Branchpaw is an amazing hunter and he works hard at what he does. He’s not interested in she-cats or gossiping or becoming leader or even a warrior. For him it’s about being the best he can be, not being better than others. He would hate to have an apprentice because Branchpaw thinks that it would waste time, time that could be better spent perfecting his art. He can be rude and prickly to other cats without realizing it. It’s normal for him to spit and be fussy, so Branchpaw doesn’t really think anything of it. He’s stubborn, refusing to back down and admit when he’s wrong. He prides himself on being a serious cat, and looks down on the others in a way that implies he doesn’t find them serious at all. He believes that life is deeper than it seems. He’s protective of his siblings, but he really isn’t that close to them. He floats over to them when he needs to ask for something, but for the most part, he avoids them unless they’re being threatened by something.

No, it's not the last time,
'Cause I'd never say no to you
This conversation's still dead on arrival
And there's no way to talk to you
When you're dead on,

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Branchpaw’s history may seem incredibly generic at first, but it’s a lot more complicated than the typical emo sad story of death parents. But what can you do?

Nettlesting was a SerenityClan tom. Whiteflower was a SerenityClan she-cat. Following me? Good. Nettlesting was a dark, dark brown, with black stripes. He was like a wraith, but he was admired within in the Clan for his brute strength and his strategy. Whiteflower was pure white, and she was an innocent cat. An innocent cat who was hopelessly infatuated with Nettlesting. It was awhile before Nettlesting noticed her. When he did, the tom didn’t want to be her mate. Whiteflower was so upset, she pushed herself onto him. Nettlesting couldn’t resist, and soon Whiteflower was pregnant. Nettlesting would later die in a battle against rogues. Whiteflower died giving birth. She was out near the EclipseClan border, where Nettlesting had died when the kits came. There were two toms and two she-cats. An EclipseClan patrol found these kits, and they took them in. Growing up next to a frail tom called Toadkit, the cats often messed around with him and played pranks on the poor tom. Eventually the parents got angry and refused to feed Branchkit and his siblings. So they spent the rest of their kithood wandering around, taking scraps of food and living off what they could. Branchkit wasn’t liked, but Pumakit, Citruskit and Fawnkit were. They integrated into the Clan before Branchkit did.

A rivalry goes so deep
Between me and this loss of sleep over you
This is side one,
Flip me over
I know I'm not your favourite record
The songs you grow to like never stick at first
So I'm writing you a chorus,
And here is your...

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mother; Whiteflower
father; Nettlesting
sisters; Citruspaw, Fawnpaw
brother; Pumapaw

(Whoo!)

This is side one,
Flip me over
I know I'm not your favorite record
So...

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i see !!GHOSTS
as they sing !!OF
the wraith-like !!PORTRAITS
they see you and me!!PAINTING

This is side one,
Flip me over
This is side one,
Flip me over
I know I'm not your favorite record
The songs you grow to like never stick at first
So I'm writing you a chorus,
And here is your verse
Here is your...

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[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.