Raggedfoot App

 •Name:
   Ragged- His scarred leg, neck, and muzzle.
   Foot- His heavily scarred leg with the missing paw.

 •Age: 76 moons(6 yrs 4 moons) it said 5 on the app cause I messed up..
 •Gender: Male
 •Clan: Umbreclan
 •Rank: Warrior
 •Breed: American Shorthair
 •Orientation:

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•Voice: Can be very deep or very high
•Scent: Morning dew, leaves, moss, and a hint of twolegs
•Height: A little smaller than the average male.
•Weight: Unknown
•Fur Length/Texture: Short, silky, thick fur.
•Scars or Disabilities: Missing one hind paw, a scar on his neck and muzzle, torn ear.

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Personal

Mother: Unknown
Father(figure): Tally
Sisters: N/A
Brothers: N/A
Grandmothers:
Grandfathers:
Others: N/A

 •Personality: 
Persistent: He wont stop until he gets something done, and done right. If he messes up he tries again.
Kind-hearted: He's a sweetheart. What can he say? He was raised to be a true warrior and that's how he will live.
Playful: Who said he still wasn't a kit? He still likes to play and mess around.

Lazy: Like any cat he's lazy. He would love to doze off in a warm patch of sunlight.
Cranky: No wonder people want him to be an elder. He can be really cranky because of his leg.
Disobedient: A trait he's had since he was a kit. He does what he wants, not what you want.

Loyal: Sometimes you're just a little too loyal and attached. Like him..
Air-Head: It has its uses.. like being able to play dead very convincingly if its needed.

 •History:

Prior to birth:
His parents were kittypets, bred to be pure American Shorthairs. They were in no way in love and were forced into the relationship. Their Masters were controlling, cat breeders. He never knew his parents names or how old they were. But they were young.. They were bred and then kept away from each other. A bitter mother who felt no love for her kits. When her time for birth came, she had 7 pure bred American Shorthairs, him being one.

My kithood was hell:
His name in the Cat Breeders home was Joshua. He was much of a rambunctious and disobedient. Whatever someone told him to do, he would do the opposite. Many times he got whacked and kicked by his Masters for doing something bad.. eventually he learned to hide and avoid them while playing. His mother didn't care about him or his siblings. Neither did his father. So he felt no sadness for them when his father got adopted to a new home and his mother died from an illness which was spreading throughout the place. Half of his littermates died as well as many other kittens and cats. Eventually someone took him out of there with them. They never saw that place again. He was adopted to a nice family afterwards. The other cat there always went off about fighting and being a warrior and clans. He thought it was funny. The cat said his name was stupid though and said he needed a new one. Frostkit was the name he had given him. That cats name was Tally, or what he called himself, Foxfang. He was a russet red tabby with bright yellow eyes. He was his father figure at that young age. Then things had changed at the age of 6 moons..

You're Gonna Be A Warrior:
At 6 months Tally started treating him differently. He kept taking him on long walks away from the house and told him to attack him, telling him how he could do things better, and how to climb fast and jump high. He learned quick according to Tally. Then he started teaching him to hunt. He said he would live mostly off the prey he caught and not off the 'vile food' the twolegs gave them. He was fine with that. Over the moons they practiced fighting together and hunted. He truly was like a father. But happiness never lasts here.. One day while training in the forest like always, they came across a funny looking thing. Not noticing it at first, Joshua stepped on it with his hind paw.. and it snapped shut on his paw. He felt the sudden burst of pain and screeched. That's what alerted his Masters. Tally couldn't get him out because he didn't know what it was. But by the time the Twolegs got to him, his paw had been snapped clean off. He had passed out from the pain. The twolegs fixed up his wound and kept him in bed forever. It took him forever to learn to walk again..

Oh My Leg Is Greeaaat...:
It took him till he was 17 moons to be able to walk again, and until he was 19 to hunt or train again. Tally felt miserable for having let that happen to him. But Joshua liked it. He said he was gonna change his name to Raggedpaw, since he survived the trap that look half his leg. Once they started to train again he got better on his leg. It was difficult to swim and climb though.. and it hurt to run too long. But he managed, although they weren't his favorite. He was rather weak now and usually took hours to get back home after training. But it paid off. At 25 moons he was walking, running, hunting, climbing, and swimming almost as good as he could before. It was then that his Masters started to move things out of the Big Den. All the nests, fun toys, funny drawings, and everything. He didn't think much of it. It was junk anyways..

Abandoned? But I Though You Loved Me...?:
After half a moon, the Big Den was empty. Tally was more upset though. He didn't understand though. His Twolegs would be back. The day they left it was raining. They were in the empty den with a window open, letting the cold air in. He waited all day with Tally. They didn't come back. They waited all day the next day, until it stopped raining. Then they went to hunt. For a week their Twolegs didn't return. It was then he realized they never would.. They abandoned them. Tally said they should go look for a clan. He said they would be welcome if they could find his. So they head out.. They heard of a large group of cats traveling for long distances. They would find them and join them.

You Were The Best Father I Ever Had..:
Things went great at the beginning of the journey. Food was easy to get and shelter wasn't hard to find. But the group of cats was hard to find.. Tally always spoke of signs from the Stars, pointing them ahead to the right place. He said Starclan was still with him even after leaving his clan. They went where he said to go. Soon he started seeing the signs too. A group of cats in the clouds, a large mass of paw prints, cat shaped objects pointing in one direction. He liked being free.. If this is what not having a human meant, he could get used to it. Winter set in soon though. Food became scarce, and Tally got sick. He constantly coughed and had a runny nose. He couldn't travel as far and didn't want to eat. Joshua realized he was dying.. Before his death, he gave him his warrior name- Raggedfoot. Wear that name proudly he said, for your a true warrior at heart. He mourned the death of Tally. And it stuck with him for so long..

Tally, I found our clan:
At 40 moons he was still trying to find his dream clan. The signs were so clear. And every once in a while he felt Tally brush against him.. comforting him, encouraging him. He missed him so much but he had to keep going for him. He just had to.. And one day.. in early New Leaf, he found them. A large mass of cats. He spotted a large grey tom that he soon found out was the leader, and he pointed him to another cat- Froststar. His future leader. He told himself they made it.. Tally and him made it.. And he was happy. He finished their journey with them to their new home. And he gladly stayed. This was his home. His future, in Umbreclan.

The Scarlet War:
When war broke out, he fought along side his clan. They weren't strong, and many passed off. But none the less he fought with all he could, getting a scar down his muzzle, across his neck, and getting his ear shredded. But he didn't stop until peace was called. They had to stay with Dewclan until then though- they weren't safe. He still remembered that war. He kept telling himself Tally fought with him, that he was why he survived that scratch across his neck.

Am I The Warrior You Wanted Me To Be?:
Many moons passed and he was getting old. At 60 moons, he could be very much considered an elder. He could have become one when he joined because of his leg. But he was so determined to live up to everyone's expectations that he refused the offer many times over. He considered himself one of the weakest of his clan but still lived along side them as an equal. To this day he still lives as a warrior in his clan, still refuses to back down from being that true warrior Tally told him he was.

 •Likes: hunting, dozing in the sun, kittens 

 •Dislikes: running, his lam leg, fighting

 •Fears: Fox traps, deep or fast moving water, climbing

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✝ Tally: I loved you like a father.. I hope you know I miss you so very much.

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 •Roleplay Example
Raggedfoot had been hunting all day and his leg was killing him! Not only was he having to do more things.. he couldn't eat yet! It was like the deputy was going against him with the constant chores. But he didn't complain, he never did. He would listen to the Deputy and the Leader until the day he died. Anyone else though.. ha! That's another story. But he really needed to do this. He was assigned to help remake the dens after the harsh winds blew stuff into them. He was fine with it. But.. his resting his leg will just have to wait.