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Description
For The Golden Lands Group.
Edit: 3/23 Ok, it took me way longer to update this then what I wanted, but a lot of my focus has been on my cosplay. I have add more to the personality and history. For the history, I ended up redoing it in the same format that I was doing for Alley, which I do like better. Plus I also added a RP Sample.
Edit: 3/1 I added more to Batpaw's Personality. I like how the paragraphs get smaller as they go. XP

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~{ Basic Information }~

Name: Batpaw
Age: 6 Moons
Gender: Male
Breed: American Shorthair ~ Bombay ~ Sokoke Forest Cat ~ Singapura

~{ Clan Information }~

Partner: None
Clan: Lightclan
Mentor: TBA
Apprentice: None

Stats
Level: Lvl. 0
1.• DEF: 02 • SP: 02 • END: 03 • TAC: 01 • ATT: 02

~{ Personality }~

Good:
~ Determined ~
Once Batpaw decides he is going to do something, then he will do it even if it takes them the rest of his life. He likes making goals for himself, because that gives him something to move towards. It doesn't matter if it is a small thing or a big thing for him to do. If it is something that he can't do. He will keep trying long after he realizes it, not willing to admit it to himself. Even then most likely someone will have to tell him, before he accepts it. At that point he won't give up he will just change his goals to something more manageable.

~ Alert/Observant ~
Batpaw is always watching and listening to his surroundings. He likes to know what is going on around him, and hates surprises. If you see him sitting in a corner of camp or sitting in front of his den with his large ears perked, then you know just studying the camp. It isn't just in camp that he stays alert at. He is always listening to the tiniest of noises, wanting to know where it is and what is causing it. This becomes a big advantage, as he is able to pinpoint his prey faster then most cats. It also make it difficult for anyone to sneak up on him. He can usually hear them before they can get to him.

~ Thoughtful ~
Batpaw tries to be open to new ideas and information. When he can, he will take the time to do over new and important things that he had learned. He wants to make sure that understands it to the best of his ability. If he doesn't feel that he understand as well as he should, he will often go to someone he trust to get clarification. There have been times when he has something on his mind that will keep him distracted from his tasks. Batpaw also likes to think before he speaks or acts. He doesn't want to do something that he might regret later on.

Neutral:
~ Independent ~
This small tabby prefers to work alone. For him working with others, just makes him worry about the cats that he is working with. He doesn't want to let them done or does he want to let down by them. Though if needed he can work with a group. Now he isn't one to sit around to do other. If there is something he can do, he will do it. He doesn't also have to be told multiple times to do something. As soon as he just the chance he will do what is needed.

~ Quiet ~
Batpaw is a cat of few words. It isn't that he afraid of speaking his mind, he just doesn't have much to say. He either believes that there is no reason to say something, or someone else has already said it. That, or he is taking his time figuring out the best way to say what is on his mind. He doesn't want to waste his breath, if he just gonna have to say the something over and over again, only in a different way. He has better things to do with his time, then talking about pointless things.

Bad:
~ Insecure ~
Having a brother who always seemed better then he was, made Batpaw lose all his confidence in himself. It seems that everything he did was only second best. Making him believe that everything he did had to be better. He is unable to see the things that he does excel at. He won't even listen to someone when they try to compliment him, thinking that they are only lying and trying to make him feel better. This just forces him to work harder an d harder. He will often wear himself out, trying to prove himself.

~ Pessimistic ~
Batpaw is a fresh-kill pile is half empty type of cat. He will always point of the bad side of things, before the good. When someone else might tell him about something good, he will always tell them the negative side of it. The tabby has learned that by always seeing that bad things, he is never at the risk of getting disappointed. He doesn't want his hope and the good things getting ripped from him.

~ Disorganized ~
Batpaw isn't the most organized cat. He likes to make plans, so he can figure out the best way to do something in a timely fashion. Only problem is, he is never able to stick with them. He will forget part of it, or something else will come up that will interfere with it. Once that plan does goes awry, Batpaw can never get back on track. At times like when he is clean the elder's bedding, there have been many times when he has mix the cleaning bedding with old. Making Batpaw only groan, and get more moss.

~{ History }~

Kittens of the Night
A calm breeze blew in the dead of night, as a black she-cat cleaned her newly born kits. The medicine cat had only just left her after making sure everyone was healthy. Purring, the queen was happy with how clean the kits were. She now needed to give them names, that way the clan will know who to welcome in the morning. The kittens were both toms with one being much bigger then the other. The larger one was a gray tabby with hints of brown, while the smaller one was a dark brown tabby with big black ears. The she-cat gave more one lick on the top of their head as she tried to decide which names would be best. As she was thinking, she thought she heard a owl cry in the distance. That made her giggled at with an idea. She knew her mate would love the names, as he knew how she was obsessed with the night. Besides they were born when the moon was high in the sky. "You will be Owlkit and Batkit," she whispered to first the big gray tom then to the small brown tom.

The Silly Father
Batkit raced across the camp as he and his brother Owlkit fled from their father. "You're so slow, dad," called Owlkit. Batkit repeated the same thing as his brother between giggles. They were playing a game of chase as their mother, Nightwind, watched from the side lines.

"You boys are just to fast for me," Boulderstrike announced, sitting down as he pretended to pant. The two kits slowed down to a stop and looked at each other before looking back at their father. In a wordless agreement they slowly made their way over to the large warrior. Owlkit lead the way, as they didn't trust the fact that their father was tired. When the kits were about a tail-length away, did Boulderstrike jumped to his feet making his kits run away. As the kits bolted they didn't realize they headed right toward another group of warriors. They were able to jumped out of the way, but their father was not. The massive tom tripped over the other two cats. "Sorry! Sorry! Are you alright?" he asked laughing, as they grumble and went to find a spot farther away.

When the warrior was finally able to get back to his paws, he saw that his kits were rolling around laugh at their mother's paws. "Looks like someone needs to be more careful," she told him. Batkit pause in his laughing to look over his family. He couldn't be more happy.

Moving Forward After Death
Batkit sat by the nursery entrance, staring at the camp. It had been a couple of weeks since his father had died. He was told again and again that he was died honorably in a battle for the clan, but he didn't like it. He hasn't been able to have fun like he use to, and now Owlkit just runs around camp to find different things to help with. Was he trying to be better then him. There has been a few times when he has tried to join his brother, only to find out that Owlkit was doing a much better job then he was.

As Batkit sat there he didn't notice his mother come over to him and sat next to him. When she wrapped her tail around him, did he look up at her. "Morning dear," she greeted. The brown tabby just turned to stare at the camp again. He heard her sigh, but they stayed quiet for a few moments. "Death is part of life, and even more so for a clan cat," she started. "But he isn't gone. He is part of Starclan now, and he is watching over us all. I will have to tell you, though, it is nice that you and your brother are doing things to help the clan. But you need to enjoy being kits, and have fun." The queen gave her kit a quick link on the head, before leaving. She knew this was something he needed to figure out.

Though Batkit didn't say anything as his mother talked, he did listen to her. "Maybe she is right," he thought. He closed his green eyes for a moment, and took in a deep breath. When he opened them again he stood up and went to find Owlkit to hopefully play a game.

From Kit to A Paw with Goals
"Batpaw! Owlpaw! Batpaw! Owlpaw!" Lightclan yelled as they cheered the new apprentices. Batpaw looked over at his clan. He hoped that he could make his clan proud. He was worried that he was going to let everyone down. As kits, he would always follow Owlpaw around, as he tried to help anyone who will let them. It was just that Owlpaw was always better at what they did, and he would always mess something up.

The cheering slowed down as the cats started to go their separate ways. Batpaw started to head over to the apprentice's den, where he would now be sleeping. This made him think. He isn't a kit anymore, he is going to learn to how to hunt and fight. Surely, there is going to be something that he will be good at, something that will prove his worth to his clan. "Ok, Batpaw," he told himself. "You will do everything you can to become a great warrior of Lightclan." With that goal in his head, he went into the den to get a good night sleep. He wanted to make a good impression for his mentor in the morning.

~{ Family }~

Father: Boulderstrike [Died in Battle]
Mother: Nightwind [Alive]
Brother: Owlpaw [Alive]

~{ Additional Information }~
Theme Song: Every Storm (Runs Out of Rain) by Gary Allan

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~{Roleplay Sample}~

A shadow moved slowly though the trees and bush that made up his home. This shadow was on a mission to bring back food for his clanmates. Even though he looked like a shadow among the dark forest floor, he was just a dark brown tabby cat. His small size and brown and black coat had earned him the name Batpaw. His large black ears twitch one way then another, as he tried to pin point where his prey is. He was sure that he had saw a magpie land nearby, and he wanted to catch it. Birds were difficult to catch already, and magpies were even more so. It is the perfect catch to show how good of a hunter he is, and that he will be useful to his clan once he gets his warrior name.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of flapping wings towards the front and right of him. This made him grin, as he started to move toward the sound. He only made a couple of slow steps forward before he stopped. Batpaw had almost forgot about staying downward. He gave a silent curse, as he check the direction of the wind. Thankfully, he only had to make change his path by a couple of mouse-lengths. As he made his way toward the magpie, he tried to remember everything his mentor had taught him. Stay downwind, step lightly. He hoped that he wasn't forgetting anything.

It seemed like forever, before he finally saw the black and white bird between the bushes. He just needed to get a little bit closer before he will be able to pounce. Now, just one... more... step. WOOSH! The magpie took off into the air, cawing as if he was laughing at the cat below. "Foxdung!" the tabby exclaimed, thinking that he will never be able to prove himself now. But what happened? What did he do to scare the bird away. He closed his green eyes as he sat down to think. Even then his large ears was still hearing the noise behind him. Opening his eyes again, he looked over his shoulder to see that it was his tail lashing across the ground and dead leaves. "Stupid," he told himself. He had forgetting to keep his tail off the ground. "Don't forget the tail, don't forget the tail," he repeated, as he got up to find something else catch.

Description
For The Golden Lands Group.
Edit: 3/23 Ok, it took me way longer to update this then what I wanted, but a lot of my focus has been on my cosplay. I have add more to the personality and history. For the history, I ended up redoing it in the same format that I was doing for Alley, which I do like better. Plus I also added a RP Sample.
Edit: 3/1 I added more to Batpaw's Personality. I like how the paragraphs get smaller as they go. XP

________________________________________

~{ Basic Information }~

Name: Batpaw
Age: 6 Moons
Gender: Male
Breed: American Shorthair ~ Bombay ~ Sokoke Forest Cat ~ Singapura

~{ Clan Information }~

Partner: None
Clan: Lightclan
Mentor: TBA
Apprentice: None

Stats
Level: Lvl. 0
1.• DEF: 02 • SP: 02 • END: 03 • TAC: 01 • ATT: 02

~{ Personality }~

Good:
~ Determined ~
Once Batpaw decides he is going to do something, then he will do it even if it takes them the rest of his life. He likes making goals for himself, because that gives him something to move towards. It doesn't matter if it is a small thing or a big thing for him to do. If it is something that he can't do. He will keep trying long after he realizes it, not willing to admit it to himself. Even then most likely someone will have to tell him, before he accepts it. At that point he won't give up he will just change his goals to something more manageable.

~ Alert/Observant ~
Batpaw is always watching and listening to his surroundings. He likes to know what is going on around him, and hates surprises. If you see him sitting in a corner of camp or sitting in front of his den with his large ears perked, then you know just studying the camp. It isn't just in camp that he stays alert at. He is always listening to the tiniest of noises, wanting to know where it is and what is causing it. This becomes a big advantage, as he is able to pinpoint his prey faster then most cats. It also make it difficult for anyone to sneak up on him. He can usually hear them before they can get to him.

~ Thoughtful ~
Batpaw tries to be open to new ideas and information. When he can, he will take the time to do over new and important things that he had learned. He wants to make sure that understands it to the best of his ability. If he doesn't feel that he understand as well as he should, he will often go to someone he trust to get clarification. There have been times when he has something on his mind that will keep him distracted from his tasks. Batpaw also likes to think before he speaks or acts. He doesn't want to do something that he might regret later on.

Neutral:
~ Independent ~
This small tabby prefers to work alone. For him working with others, just makes him worry about the cats that he is working with. He doesn't want to let them done or does he want to let down by them. Though if needed he can work with a group. Now he isn't one to sit around to do other. If there is something he can do, he will do it. He doesn't also have to be told multiple times to do something. As soon as he just the chance he will do what is needed.

~ Quiet ~
Batpaw is a cat of few words. It isn't that he afraid of speaking his mind, he just doesn't have much to say. He either believes that there is no reason to say something, or someone else has already said it. That, or he is taking his time figuring out the best way to say what is on his mind. He doesn't want to waste his breath, if he just gonna have to say the something over and over again, only in a different way. He has better things to do with his time, then talking about pointless things.

Bad:
~ Insecure ~
Having a brother who always seemed better then he was, made Batpaw lose all his confidence in himself. It seems that everything he did was only second best. Making him believe that everything he did had to be better. He is unable to see the things that he does excel at. He won't even listen to someone when they try to compliment him, thinking that they are only lying and trying to make him feel better. This just forces him to work harder an d harder. He will often wear himself out, trying to prove himself.

~ Pessimistic ~
Batpaw is a fresh-kill pile is half empty type of cat. He will always point of the bad side of things, before the good. When someone else might tell him about something good, he will always tell them the negative side of it. The tabby has learned that by always seeing that bad things, he is never at the risk of getting disappointed. He doesn't want his hope and the good things getting ripped from him.

~ Disorganized ~
Batpaw isn't the most organized cat. He likes to make plans, so he can figure out the best way to do something in a timely fashion. Only problem is, he is never able to stick with them. He will forget part of it, or something else will come up that will interfere with it. Once that plan does goes awry, Batpaw can never get back on track. At times like when he is clean the elder's bedding, there have been many times when he has mix the cleaning bedding with old. Making Batpaw only groan, and get more moss.

~{ History }~

Kittens of the Night
A calm breeze blew in the dead of night, as a black she-cat cleaned her newly born kits. The medicine cat had only just left her after making sure everyone was healthy. Purring, the queen was happy with how clean the kits were. She now needed to give them names, that way the clan will know who to welcome in the morning. The kittens were both toms with one being much bigger then the other. The larger one was a gray tabby with hints of brown, while the smaller one was a dark brown tabby with big black ears. The she-cat gave more one lick on the top of their head as she tried to decide which names would be best. As she was thinking, she thought she heard a owl cry in the distance. That made her giggled at with an idea. She knew her mate would love the names, as he knew how she was obsessed with the night. Besides they were born when the moon was high in the sky. "You will be Owlkit and Batkit," she whispered to first the big gray tom then to the small brown tom.

The Silly Father
Batkit raced across the camp as he and his brother Owlkit fled from their father. "You're so slow, dad," called Owlkit. Batkit repeated the same thing as his brother between giggles. They were playing a game of chase as their mother, Nightwind, watched from the side lines.

"You boys are just to fast for me," Boulderstrike announced, sitting down as he pretended to pant. The two kits slowed down to a stop and looked at each other before looking back at their father. In a wordless agreement they slowly made their way over to the large warrior. Owlkit lead the way, as they didn't trust the fact that their father was tired. When the kits were about a tail-length away, did Boulderstrike jumped to his feet making his kits run away. As the kits bolted they didn't realize they headed right toward another group of warriors. They were able to jumped out of the way, but their father was not. The massive tom tripped over the other two cats. "Sorry! Sorry! Are you alright?" he asked laughing, as they grumble and went to find a spot farther away.

When the warrior was finally able to get back to his paws, he saw that his kits were rolling around laugh at their mother's paws. "Looks like someone needs to be more careful," she told him. Batkit pause in his laughing to look over his family. He couldn't be more happy.

Moving Forward After Death
Batkit sat by the nursery entrance, staring at the camp. It had been a couple of weeks since his father had died. He was told again and again that he was died honorably in a battle for the clan, but he didn't like it. He hasn't been able to have fun like he use to, and now Owlkit just runs around camp to find different things to help with. Was he trying to be better then him. There has been a few times when he has tried to join his brother, only to find out that Owlkit was doing a much better job then he was.

As Batkit sat there he didn't notice his mother come over to him and sat next to him. When she wrapped her tail around him, did he look up at her. "Morning dear," she greeted. The brown tabby just turned to stare at the camp again. He heard her sigh, but they stayed quiet for a few moments. "Death is part of life, and even more so for a clan cat," she started. "But he isn't gone. He is part of Starclan now, and he is watching over us all. I will have to tell you, though, it is nice that you and your brother are doing things to help the clan. But you need to enjoy being kits, and have fun." The queen gave her kit a quick link on the head, before leaving. She knew this was something he needed to figure out.

Though Batkit didn't say anything as his mother talked, he did listen to her. "Maybe she is right," he thought. He closed his green eyes for a moment, and took in a deep breath. When he opened them again he stood up and went to find Owlkit to hopefully play a game.

From Kit to A Paw with Goals
"Batpaw! Owlpaw! Batpaw! Owlpaw!" Lightclan yelled as they cheered the new apprentices. Batpaw looked over at his clan. He hoped that he could make his clan proud. He was worried that he was going to let everyone down. As kits, he would always follow Owlpaw around, as he tried to help anyone who will let them. It was just that Owlpaw was always better at what they did, and he would always mess something up.

The cheering slowed down as the cats started to go their separate ways. Batpaw started to head over to the apprentice's den, where he would now be sleeping. This made him think. He isn't a kit anymore, he is going to learn to how to hunt and fight. Surely, there is going to be something that he will be good at, something that will prove his worth to his clan. "Ok, Batpaw," he told himself. "You will do everything you can to become a great warrior of Lightclan." With that goal in his head, he went into the den to get a good night sleep. He wanted to make a good impression for his mentor in the morning.

~{ Family }~

Father: Boulderstrike [Died in Battle]
Mother: Nightwind [Alive]
Brother: Owlpaw [Alive]

~{ Additional Information }~
Theme Song: Every Storm (Runs Out of Rain) by Gary Allan

_____________________________________________

~{Roleplay Sample}~

A shadow moved slowly though the trees and bush that made up his home. This shadow was on a mission to bring back food for his clanmates. Even though he looked like a shadow among the dark forest floor, he was just a dark brown tabby cat. His small size and brown and black coat had earned him the name Batpaw. His large black ears twitch one way then another, as he tried to pin point where his prey is. He was sure that he had saw a magpie land nearby, and he wanted to catch it. Birds were difficult to catch already, and magpies were even more so. It is the perfect catch to show how good of a hunter he is, and that he will be useful to his clan once he gets his warrior name.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of flapping wings towards the front and right of him. This made him grin, as he started to move toward the sound. He only made a couple of slow steps forward before he stopped. Batpaw had almost forgot about staying downward. He gave a silent curse, as he check the direction of the wind. Thankfully, he only had to make change his path by a couple of mouse-lengths. As he made his way toward the magpie, he tried to remember everything his mentor had taught him. Stay downwind, step lightly. He hoped that he wasn't forgetting anything.

It seemed like forever, before he finally saw the black and white bird between the bushes. He just needed to get a little bit closer before he will be able to pounce. Now, just one... more... step. WOOSH! The magpie took off into the air, cawing as if he was laughing at the cat below. "Foxdung!" the tabby exclaimed, thinking that he will never be able to prove himself now. But what happened? What did he do to scare the bird away. He closed his green eyes as he sat down to think. Even then his large ears was still hearing the noise behind him. Opening his eyes again, he looked over his shoulder to see that it was his tail lashing across the ground and dead leaves. "Stupid," he told himself. He had forgetting to keep his tail off the ground. "Don't forget the tail, don't forget the tail," he repeated, as he got up to find something else catch.