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General
Name: Sandstrike (formerly Sand)
Prefix Meaning: In reference to his pelt
Suffix meaning: his fighting style
Gender: Male
Age: TIME
Rank: Scrapclan, Former Loner
Mentor: N/A
Apprentice: Boapaw
Parents: Wasp, Darkscar (has only just realized about the latter)
Siblings: 3 siblings (OPEN)
Mate: Whitewing (scrapclan)
Orientation: Really anyone’s guess, even his.
Looking For: Found her.
Kits: Softpaw, Stump-paw, and Longpaw.

Physical
Build: When he isn’t slouching like he usually does, he’s actually a very tall tom. His muscle proportions are a bit off as well, the muscles around his shoulders harder than his hind legs.
Fur Texture/Length: Sand’s fur is rather course and is, in the most simplest terms, a mess. Most of the tom’s coat is short length, with the exception of his back, chest, elbows, and top back of his hind feet, where it goes into the thicker, longer fur.
Scent: Willow Bark and Marigold, starting to gain a bit of a rust scent in his fur.
Key Features: Slightly longer tail, large claws, multiple scars, ear notch, constant “I’m gonna look pissed off” face, and monotone voice.

Personality Information
Personality:
Tends to give a cold air to strangers, although his constant frowning face likely isn’t helping.
Is loyal to those close to him to a huge fault. It’s has gotten to a point in his past where it has gotten him trouble.
Even though he won’t likely ever admit to it, the Sand is easy to anger.
Prefers to listen than really talk. He does take pride in being a decent listener.
Is a lot more observant than he gives himself credit for.
Is very passionate, even though he has trouble showing it.
Competitive: can escalate small things into intense competitions and gets unhappy when he loses.
Is a bit of an awkward romantic. He likes the idea of romance, but he’s never really experienced it before and has no idea how he would ever go about it. Although, he’s convinced he would have no chance.
Strengths:
Tracking: Something that Sand will always take pride in is his ability to track.
Loyalty: To those he considers closest to him, Sand will no doubt do whatever he can for them, even at his own expense.
Climbing: Sand has little struggles in climbing most of what he wants to climb.
Fighting: One does not simply get scars and not say they have at least some decent amount of fighting skills.
Honesty

Flaws:
Pessimistic
Poor Self-Esteem
CRFF, or Constant Resting Frown Face: Sand finds a bit of trouble when trying to show facial emotions.
Monotone voice: Or vocal emotion.
Intelligence (or rather, lack thereof) : Sand is not really the brightest star in the sky. Or the sharpest bee in the hive. Or sharpest tooth in the jaw. Or- you probably get the point now. He did.

Ambitions:
Do what he can for his clan.

Worries:
Everything.

Trivia:
Suffers from Apiphobia, the fear of bees, and Spheksophobia, the fear of wasps.
Also hates spiders. Doesn’t fear them, but he does hate them.
When he gets extremely scared, he might begin squeaking rapidly.
The quickest ways to be on his good side: 1)Fluffy things 2)small things 3) Small and fluffy things
-Genetic Code:
    -XOY, longhair/longhair, Black/chocolate, dilute/dilute, Tabby/solid, Mackerel/classic, nonsilver/nonsilver, nonwideband/nonwideband, Non-amber/Non-amber, Non-colorpoint/Non-colorpoint, Whitespotting/non-whitespotting, Not DominatingWhite/Not DominatingWhite, No curled ears/No curled ears, no folded ears/no folded ears, No Bobtail/bobtail, no manx tail/no manx tail, no munchkin legs/no munchkin legs, no polydactyl/no polydactyl

History
Sand never remembered much of his early days as a kit aside from one thing, his mother, Wasp, a very dark tortie, was constantly training him and his littermates as they constantly moved from place to place. He had never put much thought into if the life he had at that point was a life he wanted, having his main goal as just having his mother’s approval. It might have been why even when he was a full grown adult, he still tried to remain by the older she-cat’s side, even when his siblings, who had always seemed to get compliments he so deary wanted, went their own ways.

Why he’d finally go out on his own mostly centered around the fact that he couldn’t really keep up with his mother’s lectures on the various of herbs they came across, the tom having a problem with mixing them up.
Afterwards would end up with countless of misunderstandings and fights Sand didn’t know entirely how to avoid as he kept going from place to place. Several questions would come up in the tom’s mind as this went on.
Why did he keep traveling? Why not just stay in one place, call it home? He wasn’t confined to his life, right?
It would be by the time he reached a land where a mountain stood in the distance and a tree stood in the middle of a variety of landscapes that he reached somewhat of an answer to his question. Now, it was just a matter of figuring out where.

Exploring each of the lands, Sand eventually found the strangeness of these 'clans' and how each of them were like in general. He even went to Moonpeak and communicated with Starclan, even if he didn't really understand most of what was said to him.

He failed to really remember about the borders, despite being told multiple of times, and got into a fight with a Bearclan warrior. It didn't end that well for him, passing out after one of the patrolling cats with the warrior pull him away. He later woke up in the Scrapclan medicine den, apparently having been dragged there by a Scrapclan patrol that had been there as well. There, he got confronted by Dewstar about what to do with him, although the answer to that question didn't really help anything...

At the gathering, Sand followed Whitewing late into the gathering to get a better idea of the clans, though it didn't go well as Duel/Darkscar was there. Thankfully other Scrapclan cats stepped in, but the encounter shook Sand at encountering the former rogue once more.

After a while back at the Scrapclan camp, the tabby developed some feelings that he wasn't sure how to present, making him turn to the cat that seemed to know ... something about what he was doing, Venomscratch. Though the conversation sort of gotten interrupted by Palethroat, Venom still gave some advice that the tabby was going to take to heart. His mind is starting to think of what he really wants in his future.

He proceeded to go on an extended hunting trip as a way to court Whitewing, the two going missing for about five days. During that time, he was more than happy to teach her about the life of a loner and the skills that apparently Scrapclan cats weren't that great cat. On the other side, he realized that she did need some space. It seemed better to let her have some when she needed it. It helped that the hugs later were also nice. Near the end of those five days, it didn't seem a bad idea at that momet to become mates with the she-cat.

Then a group of Scrapclan cats consisting of the deputy Heavytongue, Liontooth, Scropiongaze, Venomscratch, and Rabbitfoot came by as the two went on a tree on the fifth day. Sand had no problems at all proclaiming the fact of being mates. When questioned on if this meant he was joining Scrapclan, Sand decided to join, taking on the name Sandstrike.

With the birth of his and Whitewing's kits, Softkit, Stumpkit, and Longkit, Sandstrike was clued into a probable idea that terrified him.... He tried to ignore it and focus on his family and clan, but a part of him is still terrified.

Due to trying to constantly look out for danger from an old foe, Sand was blind to the troubles plaguing his son Longkit, mostly the bullying from Phoebekit. It wasn't until when Sandstrike went looking for the kits in one of the times some of them went out of camp that he found his son laying on the ground due to falling out of a tree, which he had climbed to try and avoid Phoebekit. Longkit suffered from cracked ribs and Sandstrike quickly took him to be healed by Smokepaw, finding out from Skink-kit the events leading up to it.

Phoebekit and Sawyerkit to go to the border, which he did, telling them to look for a snake he'd lost. Not wanting further trouble, Phoebekit agreed to go with her brother, and both were abducted by Camas and Lotus. As the rogues took the kits to Moonpeak, all descendants - living and dead - of Wrencry and Rustytalon were instructed to meet there to settle their blood feud. It was a brutal fight, taking the lives of many including Monsterprick, Sandpiperpaw, Eelfin, and Chipmunksoar, who wasn't even there, he just got jumped by a weird ghost. Lighterfluid and Kitty got their kits back, and Venomscratch was found out to be an expecting father before he left for Bearclan to be with his kits. During this, Sandstrike and others in the clan kept to camp, ready to be on guard in case the enemy family came to camp.

Later, dewstar and him came across a murder scene consisting of three kits and a warrior. Due to the fur left behind and scent, Sandstrike had no problem in knowing who did it... Darkscar in desertclan. Both cat confronted Ironstar about it, resulting in Sand's father being exiled.
Relations
Name : Thoughts
DesertClan
In General: Th'y're cool n'w.

WildClan
In General: Love to make fun of new cats and poof cats

ScrapClan
In General: Nice cats. I w'nt to off'r help in ret'rn.
Venomscratch: *gives a cat equivilant of a thumbs up* Than' you!
Dewstar: Yo'r clan most nice to me. I h'lp in return.
Heavytongue: Eehhhh I h'pe we're not in th't much tro'ble...
Shredshadow: ... Um... good f'r him an' his mate
Whitewing: *purrs and holds tail*
Rabbitfoot: *sticks tongue out*
Scropiongaze, Liontooth: *just gives a side grin*
Smokepaw: *tilts head*
Palethroat: ... big.
Stumppaw: 'ne of m' s'ns.
Softpaw: M' qu'et d'ught'r.

FernClan
In General: Grumpy cats.

BearClan
In General: Fluffy cats w'th ... bees... shivers.
Stormclaw: (got into a fight with her, so... guess)

FlareClan
In General: Straight answ'r cats. Also nice.

DampClan
In General: Heard as... dead but not dead cats?
Longpaw: M' s'n... I'm s'rry... I fa'led ya.

Non-Clan
Darkscar: (Knew him as Duel) FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUU-!

Deceased
Rustytalon: Huh... I d'dn't understand m'st of what you sa'd.^^'
Art

Roleplayer Information
Your Name and Pronouns; Liz, Nerd, she
Anything we should know about you?: Random ideas will come about in my head. Also, shipping fan.
Comments | ✔ |
Notes | ✔ |
Chats | ✔ |
Chatzy | X |
Discord | ✔ |
Skype | X/✔ (doesn't really use it anymore)|
Other:

G/PG | ✔ |
PG13 | ✔ |
M | X/✔ | (more depends on the events)

Credits
Sheet: Alopiidae
Art & Character: @ KungFuPandafan757
Wayward-Warriors

Description

General
Name: Sandstrike (formerly Sand)
Prefix Meaning: In reference to his pelt
Suffix meaning: his fighting style
Gender: Male
Age: TIME
Rank: Scrapclan, Former Loner
Mentor: N/A
Apprentice: Boapaw
Parents: Wasp, Darkscar (has only just realized about the latter)
Siblings: 3 siblings (OPEN)
Mate: Whitewing (scrapclan)
Orientation: Really anyone’s guess, even his.
Looking For: Found her.
Kits: Softpaw, Stump-paw, and Longpaw.

Physical
Build: When he isn’t slouching like he usually does, he’s actually a very tall tom. His muscle proportions are a bit off as well, the muscles around his shoulders harder than his hind legs.
Fur Texture/Length: Sand’s fur is rather course and is, in the most simplest terms, a mess. Most of the tom’s coat is short length, with the exception of his back, chest, elbows, and top back of his hind feet, where it goes into the thicker, longer fur.
Scent: Willow Bark and Marigold, starting to gain a bit of a rust scent in his fur.
Key Features: Slightly longer tail, large claws, multiple scars, ear notch, constant “I’m gonna look pissed off” face, and monotone voice.

Personality Information
Personality:
Tends to give a cold air to strangers, although his constant frowning face likely isn’t helping.
Is loyal to those close to him to a huge fault. It’s has gotten to a point in his past where it has gotten him trouble.
Even though he won’t likely ever admit to it, the Sand is easy to anger.
Prefers to listen than really talk. He does take pride in being a decent listener.
Is a lot more observant than he gives himself credit for.
Is very passionate, even though he has trouble showing it.
Competitive: can escalate small things into intense competitions and gets unhappy when he loses.
Is a bit of an awkward romantic. He likes the idea of romance, but he’s never really experienced it before and has no idea how he would ever go about it. Although, he’s convinced he would have no chance.
Strengths:
Tracking: Something that Sand will always take pride in is his ability to track.
Loyalty: To those he considers closest to him, Sand will no doubt do whatever he can for them, even at his own expense.
Climbing: Sand has little struggles in climbing most of what he wants to climb.
Fighting: One does not simply get scars and not say they have at least some decent amount of fighting skills.
Honesty

Flaws:
Pessimistic
Poor Self-Esteem
CRFF, or Constant Resting Frown Face: Sand finds a bit of trouble when trying to show facial emotions.
Monotone voice: Or vocal emotion.
Intelligence (or rather, lack thereof) : Sand is not really the brightest star in the sky. Or the sharpest bee in the hive. Or sharpest tooth in the jaw. Or- you probably get the point now. He did.

Ambitions:
Do what he can for his clan.

Worries:
Everything.

Trivia:
Suffers from Apiphobia, the fear of bees, and Spheksophobia, the fear of wasps.
Also hates spiders. Doesn’t fear them, but he does hate them.
When he gets extremely scared, he might begin squeaking rapidly.
The quickest ways to be on his good side: 1)Fluffy things 2)small things 3) Small and fluffy things
-Genetic Code:
    -XOY, longhair/longhair, Black/chocolate, dilute/dilute, Tabby/solid, Mackerel/classic, nonsilver/nonsilver, nonwideband/nonwideband, Non-amber/Non-amber, Non-colorpoint/Non-colorpoint, Whitespotting/non-whitespotting, Not DominatingWhite/Not DominatingWhite, No curled ears/No curled ears, no folded ears/no folded ears, No Bobtail/bobtail, no manx tail/no manx tail, no munchkin legs/no munchkin legs, no polydactyl/no polydactyl

History
Sand never remembered much of his early days as a kit aside from one thing, his mother, Wasp, a very dark tortie, was constantly training him and his littermates as they constantly moved from place to place. He had never put much thought into if the life he had at that point was a life he wanted, having his main goal as just having his mother’s approval. It might have been why even when he was a full grown adult, he still tried to remain by the older she-cat’s side, even when his siblings, who had always seemed to get compliments he so deary wanted, went their own ways.

Why he’d finally go out on his own mostly centered around the fact that he couldn’t really keep up with his mother’s lectures on the various of herbs they came across, the tom having a problem with mixing them up.
Afterwards would end up with countless of misunderstandings and fights Sand didn’t know entirely how to avoid as he kept going from place to place. Several questions would come up in the tom’s mind as this went on.
Why did he keep traveling? Why not just stay in one place, call it home? He wasn’t confined to his life, right?
It would be by the time he reached a land where a mountain stood in the distance and a tree stood in the middle of a variety of landscapes that he reached somewhat of an answer to his question. Now, it was just a matter of figuring out where.

Exploring each of the lands, Sand eventually found the strangeness of these 'clans' and how each of them were like in general. He even went to Moonpeak and communicated with Starclan, even if he didn't really understand most of what was said to him.

He failed to really remember about the borders, despite being told multiple of times, and got into a fight with a Bearclan warrior. It didn't end that well for him, passing out after one of the patrolling cats with the warrior pull him away. He later woke up in the Scrapclan medicine den, apparently having been dragged there by a Scrapclan patrol that had been there as well. There, he got confronted by Dewstar about what to do with him, although the answer to that question didn't really help anything...

At the gathering, Sand followed Whitewing late into the gathering to get a better idea of the clans, though it didn't go well as Duel/Darkscar was there. Thankfully other Scrapclan cats stepped in, but the encounter shook Sand at encountering the former rogue once more.

After a while back at the Scrapclan camp, the tabby developed some feelings that he wasn't sure how to present, making him turn to the cat that seemed to know ... something about what he was doing, Venomscratch. Though the conversation sort of gotten interrupted by Palethroat, Venom still gave some advice that the tabby was going to take to heart. His mind is starting to think of what he really wants in his future.

He proceeded to go on an extended hunting trip as a way to court Whitewing, the two going missing for about five days. During that time, he was more than happy to teach her about the life of a loner and the skills that apparently Scrapclan cats weren't that great cat. On the other side, he realized that she did need some space. It seemed better to let her have some when she needed it. It helped that the hugs later were also nice. Near the end of those five days, it didn't seem a bad idea at that momet to become mates with the she-cat.

Then a group of Scrapclan cats consisting of the deputy Heavytongue, Liontooth, Scropiongaze, Venomscratch, and Rabbitfoot came by as the two went on a tree on the fifth day. Sand had no problems at all proclaiming the fact of being mates. When questioned on if this meant he was joining Scrapclan, Sand decided to join, taking on the name Sandstrike.

With the birth of his and Whitewing's kits, Softkit, Stumpkit, and Longkit, Sandstrike was clued into a probable idea that terrified him.... He tried to ignore it and focus on his family and clan, but a part of him is still terrified.

Due to trying to constantly look out for danger from an old foe, Sand was blind to the troubles plaguing his son Longkit, mostly the bullying from Phoebekit. It wasn't until when Sandstrike went looking for the kits in one of the times some of them went out of camp that he found his son laying on the ground due to falling out of a tree, which he had climbed to try and avoid Phoebekit. Longkit suffered from cracked ribs and Sandstrike quickly took him to be healed by Smokepaw, finding out from Skink-kit the events leading up to it.

Phoebekit and Sawyerkit to go to the border, which he did, telling them to look for a snake he'd lost. Not wanting further trouble, Phoebekit agreed to go with her brother, and both were abducted by Camas and Lotus. As the rogues took the kits to Moonpeak, all descendants - living and dead - of Wrencry and Rustytalon were instructed to meet there to settle their blood feud. It was a brutal fight, taking the lives of many including Monsterprick, Sandpiperpaw, Eelfin, and Chipmunksoar, who wasn't even there, he just got jumped by a weird ghost. Lighterfluid and Kitty got their kits back, and Venomscratch was found out to be an expecting father before he left for Bearclan to be with his kits. During this, Sandstrike and others in the clan kept to camp, ready to be on guard in case the enemy family came to camp.

Later, dewstar and him came across a murder scene consisting of three kits and a warrior. Due to the fur left behind and scent, Sandstrike had no problem in knowing who did it... Darkscar in desertclan. Both cat confronted Ironstar about it, resulting in Sand's father being exiled.
Relations
Name : Thoughts
DesertClan
In General: Th'y're cool n'w.

WildClan
In General: Love to make fun of new cats and poof cats

ScrapClan
In General: Nice cats. I w'nt to off'r help in ret'rn.
Venomscratch: *gives a cat equivilant of a thumbs up* Than' you!
Dewstar: Yo'r clan most nice to me. I h'lp in return.
Heavytongue: Eehhhh I h'pe we're not in th't much tro'ble...
Shredshadow: ... Um... good f'r him an' his mate
Whitewing: *purrs and holds tail*
Rabbitfoot: *sticks tongue out*
Scropiongaze, Liontooth: *just gives a side grin*
Smokepaw: *tilts head*
Palethroat: ... big.
Stumppaw: 'ne of m' s'ns.
Softpaw: M' qu'et d'ught'r.

FernClan
In General: Grumpy cats.

BearClan
In General: Fluffy cats w'th ... bees... shivers.
Stormclaw: (got into a fight with her, so... guess)

FlareClan
In General: Straight answ'r cats. Also nice.

DampClan
In General: Heard as... dead but not dead cats?
Longpaw: M' s'n... I'm s'rry... I fa'led ya.

Non-Clan
Darkscar: (Knew him as Duel) FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUU-!

Deceased
Rustytalon: Huh... I d'dn't understand m'st of what you sa'd.^^'
Art

Roleplayer Information
Your Name and Pronouns; Liz, Nerd, she
Anything we should know about you?: Random ideas will come about in my head. Also, shipping fan.
Comments | ✔ |
Notes | ✔ |
Chats | ✔ |
Chatzy | X |
Discord | ✔ |
Skype | X/✔ (doesn't really use it anymore)|
Other:

G/PG | ✔ |
PG13 | ✔ |
M | X/✔ | (more depends on the events)

Credits
Sheet: Alopiidae
Art & Character: @ KungFuPandafan757
Wayward-Warriors