*ROSEBUD, deputy*

[GAELIC]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,100][atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #ffffff;] [style=border:1px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;width:100px;height:100px;padding:8px;][/style] [style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]Riverclan[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]Male[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]35 Moons[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]Warrior[/style] [style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]PICTURE[/style]

[atrb=width,400][atrb=style,padding:10px;][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 24px;letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center;border-bottom:1px solid #ffffff;line-height:85%;color:#C09BFC;]Rosebud[/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]A FOREST DIVIDED[/style] [style=margin:-20px 30px 10px 30px;text-align:justify;font-family:tahoma;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#8e8e8e;line-height:13px;]Short Appearance A cream colored tabby tom with vibrant green eyes, best described as the color of springtime. Appearance Rosebud is a cream colored tom with darker tabby markings. His eyes are his most striking feature and usually what cats notice first about him; their vibrant green color is descried by many as being the color of springtime. Rosebud is strong-built and has lean muscle beneath his short fur. Despite his small size--standing about half a tail-length shorter than most cats--Rosebud is strong and sturdy and can win in fights against cats bigger and taller than he is. Personality OUTLOOK General worldview Optimistic idealistic, confident, trusting, hopeful, upbeat Rosebud is always looking on the up side, both for his sake and for the sake of others. When times are tough such as in battle or when prey is scarce, Rosebud is the one that will rally other cats' spirits and make them believe the sun will shine again. INTEGRITY Basic values regarding work and social interactions Conscientious industrious, honest, responsible Rosebud can be trusted to do what needs to be done, so long as such an action follows what he believes is right. If he has a disagreement, he will voice it, even if it means reparations on his part. IMPULSIVENESS Distractibility and steadiness Controlled deliberate, focused, steady, thoughtful Rosebud will not preform actions on whim or because at the time it seemed like a good idea. Every move taken that could cause serious effects is well thought out and considered. Even in times of battle and hardship, Rosebud thinks through possibilities and will not behave rashly due to anger or fear. BOLDNESS Willingness to enter into battle or to face danger Intrepid daring, reckless, chivalrous Despite his careful planning and unwillingness to preform action without forethought, Rosebud loves to play the hero. Although he does not think of it in this way, he is always the first to put himself in danger when others are at risk. Sometimes this willingness is straight-out reckless and causes more harm than good and when this is the case, Rosebud takes whatever punishment is decided for him, owning up to his faults and doing what it takes for him to be able to once again walk with his head held high with pride. FLEXIBILITY Handling new situations, tough choices, and disagreement Flexible nonchalant, tolerant, forgiving, open-minded, adaptable Mistakes happen and no one is perfect. The apprentices wandered into Windclan territory chasing a rabbit? It wouldn't be the first time, and Starclan knows it won't be the last. The kits snuck out of the nursery and went exploring? It happens every once and again, they just need to learn patience and be given something worth wile to do with their time. Rosebud understands this and won't punish a cat on the principle of, "You did wrong and should have known better." He'll hear them out and come to a decision based on the circumstances, their attitude, and the severity of their actions. Some cats disagree with him on this, thinking things more serious than he takes them and that he just allows everything to blow over and never doll out punishment. AFFINITY Emotional attitude towards other people Warm altruistic, nurturing, empathic, supportive Having been described as "fatherly," Rosebud is the sort that would teach apprentices that weren't his, if they came to him expressing a desire to learn; the kind of cat that would curl up in the nursery with kits that are not his own to keep them warm in the winter when there are not enough queens to care for them all; the kind that treats elders with respect and dignity, no matter how foul or grumpy they are to him. He does not yell or teach through punishment, but encourages others and keeps their spirits high by listening and helping. COMPORTMENT General style of social interaction Agreeable courteous, cultured, modest, charming, humorous Rosebud is the cat that’s everybody’s best friend. He’s always there when someone needs cheering up and knows multiple ways to make someone laugh or smile. This friendly attitude started when he was a young apprentice and has blossomed since. Over the moons, there have been few cats that Rosebud has not been able to get along with, no matter how stubborn or resentful they are. INTERACTIVITY Degree to which your character interacts with others Engaging talkative, listener, entertaining, touchy Being the friendly sort, Rosebud is outgoing in conversation and social-life. He does what he can to get others to come out of their shells and be friendly and outgoing, hoping that they will have a better kindred with the clan if they do so. Although he is not an elder, Rosebud is an avid story-teller and loves to entertain others with humorous or adventurous tales. DISCLOSURE Degree to which your character reveals personal information Secretive closed, mysterious, evasive, cryptic Despite his friendly and caring attitude, Rosebud does not reveal much about himself. He doesn't like to discuss his personal information, and though he tells stories of his apprenticehood, it is never anything of significance; all trivial stories for entertainment or teaching purposes. Secretly, Rosebud longs for a mate and kits, even though his roll as the carefree bachelor is well-known. The reason behind his giddy and kind nature is not simply because that is the sort of cat that he is, but rather because of what happened in his past that has caused him to become the best friend of the clan. Not that he minds this, he loves his way of life. But his past still looms around him like a cloud and haunts his dreams. It's his biggest secret and deepest regret, and only a few in the clan know what happened. ((See history for this detail)) History Rosebud was born and raised in Riverclan along with his brother, Needlepaw. As kits, Rosebud looked up to Needlepaw as he was the more outgoing and leader-type of the two. Both were outgoing and adventurous, but Needlepaw always had a game to play, always knew how to get around camp without being seen, the best lies to tell, the perfect place to hunt prey, how to get along with everyone so as to never get in trouble. Rosebud was awed by him and tried to match his behavior, but could never reach the caliber of Needlepaw's social art. On the night of their warrior ceremony, Rosebud and Needlepaw were determined to make the clan remember them. After every cat had gone to sleep, the two sat side by side in silence. There was another newly named warrior there with them, Tawnypaw. She had followed Rosebud and Needlepaw on a few of their adventures, but was always afraid of being caught and terrified for breaking the Warrior Code. Rosebud called her a tattle-tale, but Needlepaw was kinder and told Rosebud that she was smart. The day before the ceremony, Needlepaw and Rosebud and told Tawnypaw of their plan and offered to bring her along, but she refused, saying the mindless games of kits needed to be left in the nursery; they were apprentices now and needed to act like it. Rosebud was offended and called her mouse-brained, but when he looked to his brother for approval, he saw that Needlepaw watched her with respect in his eyes. The ceremony had taken place in the middle of no-leaf, the coldest and most bitter time of year. Prey was running low and Needlepaw had come up with the plan to go hunting while the others were asleep instead of sitting vigil. He and Rosebud planned to bring back a pile of fresh-kill to have sitting before them when the clan awoke in the morning. When the last warrior had left the camp and retreated into the warmth of the Warriors' den, Needlepaw and Rosebud quietly padded out of camp. Though the river was frozen solid, Needlepaw said he knew of a place where the ice was thinner and that the fish below were still swimming and fresh. Rosebud was excited and quivered with anticipation as he followed his brother through territory that they had slinked through in secret numerous times. An odd sense of joy surrounded Rosebud and he couldn't wait for morning when the clan would see he and his brother sitting with a monotonous pile of fresh-kill before them and know that they were going to be some of the best warriors Riverclan had ever seen. From there on, everything went wrong. Needlepaw had been right, the ice was thinner. When he and Rosebud stepped on it, they could feel it begin to crack beneath their paws. Rosebud let out a yelp of joy, but Needlepaw told him to stay back, worried that the ice may break beneath the weight of both of them. He clawed and stamped until a sizable hole in the ice formed and then began fishing, mewling in surprise at the cold of the water. As the night wore into day, Needlepaw and Rosebud took turns fishing and accumulating a large quantity of fish which they piled beside their hole in the ice. Neither of them noticed the ice growing thinner as they walked across it and added more fish. On their routine switch of fishers, Needlepaw was walking toward the fishing hole from what had been the thicker part of the ice as Rosebud walked toward him. When they were about a fox-length apart, the ice gave way beneath Needlepaw's feet and with a howl, he was plunged into the frigid water below. Rosebud yowled, but was cut short as the ice beneath his paws broke too. As the dark water closed over his head, he blacked out. When he awoke, Rosebud was in the medicine cat's den and he was alone. Panicking, he yowled and struggled to his feet, stumbling toward the entrance to the den. But his joints were stiff and wouldn't work properly, and he fell to the ground, yowling in frustration and fear. When the medicine cat came in and helped him back into his nest, they told him of what had happened. Rosebud had been unconscious for five days and the clan had determined that he would die. Needlepaw was dead and as was Tawnypaw. When morning came and they had not returned, Tawnypaw went searching for the pair. She found the broken ice and the fish that had not fallen back into the river and in a panic dove into the water after Rosebud and Needlepaw. She pulled Rosebud back up and dragged him to shore before returning to the water in search of Needlepaw. She did find him and pulled him, too, to the shore before passing out beside them. The morning's patrol found the three. Needlepaw was already dead and Tawnypaw was half-frozen and barely alive. She and Rosebud were returned to camp where Tawnypaw awoke and gave the account of the story before dying herself from the cold that she developed from the icy river. Rosebud remained unconscious and the medicine cat put all their work into keeping him alive. In the moons that followed, Rosepaw became reclusive and silent. He blamed himself for the death of his brother and his friend and loathed the fact that he lived while they were dead. The spontaneous and outgoing kit he had been was gone, replaced by a sullen and silent apprentice. He did well in training, and his mentor was impressed with his skill, but due to his silence, the clan worried and slowly they became weary of him. Cats avoided him and he became a loner within the clan. Doomed to live in isolated depression until he died. Until one day, as he lay in the sun, daydreaming of the times when he and Needlepaw and Tawnypaw would sneak out of camp, he heard a scrabbling close by that shook him from his imagination. A kit was attempting to climb a stump that sat on the outskirts of the camp, a few fox-lengths away from where Rosebud lay. He watched the kit for a while as it lashed its tail back and forth and leaped at the stump, scrabbling to get his tiny claws into the bark. A small smile spread across Rosebud's lips as he watched the kit, remembering how Needlepaw had shown the younger kits int he nursery how to climb, because they too had done as this kit was doing. It was then that Rosebud became the cat that he is today. From the encounter with the kit that could not climb, he decided to become the cat his brother would have been. The mentor, the father, the best friend of the clan. Both in honor of his lost brother and because that was the cat he had always wanted to be. The clan warmly accepted his new personality and took to him easily. Rosebud found his nitch in the clan and filled it well, dispelling the kit he had been and apprentice he had turned into. Roleplay Sample They've been gone for too long. She thought again, watching in vain as the night sky began to show signs of the coming dawn. They should have been back hours ago. Casting another frustrated glance at the sky, Tawnypaw scanned the camp entrance and let out an defeated sigh. Glancing behind her, the young apprentice crept slowly out of the camp. The cool morning air of no-leaf buffeted her fur and Tawnypaw shivered as she crept through unfamiliar grounds. Though she'd gone exploring with Rosepaw and Needlepaw in the past, the clan's territory looked different at night, obscured by the lack of sun to illuminate the twists and turns of the undergrowth. Keeping her ears pricked and alert for any sign of the two, Tawnypaw padded silently along, conscious of the night's waning. As she neared the river, Tawnypaw's brow furrowed in confusion. Was that a splash? Concentrating, she stopped and listened hard in the direction from which she thought she had heard the sound. A shocked yowl split the air and Tawnypaw yelped in surprise, stumbling backward and tripping over her paws. It had only lasted a second before the sound was cut off, but it was enough for her to have recognized the voice. Rosepaw! Scrambling to her feet, Tawnypaw charged blindly through the undergrowth in the direction of the river. Starclan help me. She begged silently and quickened her pace.[/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]CODED BY RAIN OF ON THE EDGE![/style]

[Shells]

Yay! A RiverClan warrior! I love the history <3