Age: 0-6 moons
Breed: American longhair/Maine Coon X Abyssinian/Pixie Bob/Balinese mix
Appearance: Beetle is a small, yet lanky kit. He has a tuft of fluffy fur on the top of his head and the insides of his ears are also very soft to the touch. He has a slight mane going down his neck that stops mid-back. Beetle is a darkly speckled tom with splotches of red here and there. His round eyes are a mixture of red and green together, reminding himself of apples. He has thin-ish legs and a long tail, along with a pair of round ears.
Personality: [Blunt] [Playful] [Pushy] [Defensive] [Prideful]
[Blunt] - Beetle can be very frank with what he has to say, he's not afraid to speak his mind. If he has an opinion on something, he'll get right to saying it out loud, even when not even part of the situation or conversation. He almost doesn't care how what he says can effect others and is very straightforward, getting right to the point. Although sometimes this makes him seem like a bully, Beetle just doesn't understand how his upfront behavior can seem somewhat harsh and rude.
[Playful] - As all kits are, Beetle is very clownish and mischievious. He loves to explore beyond the barnyard and wonders about the clans his parents had left behind so long ago. His curiosity gets him into downright trouble most of the time, yet for some reason, Beetle almost tends to like getting in trouble, unless there's a punishment involved. This troublesome kit is very frisky and snuck out of the barn as soon as he could walk! Beetle just loves to explore and have his littermates be by his side.
[Pushy] - Unfortunately, Beetle is a very pushy kit and can sometimes play a bit too rough. It's not that he means to be, he just is. Beetle's aggressive and cocky behavior gets him into loads of trouble, such as time-outs and chores. He can be a bit too rough and can be a bit too ambitious for his own good. Because of this pushy nature, Beetle can be seen as, yet again, a bully. But the kit doesn't try to push others around, he just always thinks that that's how play should be. Pushy. Like real fighting, in real battles. Otherwise, how else will he learn how to fight?
[Defensive] - Beetle is very protective of his family, especially his littermates. He'd be willing to go into any fight to shield them away from harm, even if the odds were clearly not in his favor. He's very loving of his own family. Also, Beetle is protective of his own family reputation. If anyone said anything bad about his family or his bloodline, he'd be sure to leave them a scratch they'd never forget (or at least try).
[Prideful] - Beetle has lots of pride and doesn't like it to be hurt. He always thinks himself superior and because of that, he won't back down from a fight or a dare. No, Beetle loves to show off and boast about his accomplishments, especially to his mother. He loves to take satisfaction into his work, no matter how small or simple it was. He's somewhat of a 'show-off' in ways, always trying to be better than his siblings.
[Prologue] - Before Beetle's birth, his parents, Blossom and Snare were clan cats. They went by the name of Blossomwhisker and Snarethroat and were proud to be part of their clans. But then, there became a love triangle. Blossomwhisker's best friend, Shroudedpaw, loved her truly. Unfortunately, the love was onsided, causing pain for both Shroudedpaw and Blossomwhisker. Blossomwhisker felt hurt and alone, and yet, she had the company of a warrior named Snarethroat. Snarethroat, however, had a burden to carry with him: four kits who didn't know who their father was. Soon, the guilt overwhelmed him and after being exiled from his own clan, became a loner, living in a barn. Blossomwhisker was not fairing off too well either. After Shroudedpaw died, she was completely heartbroken. To add to her problems, Snare had offered her to live with him in the barn. It took some thought, of course, but Blossomwhisker had decided to leave her clan and her family to be with the one she truly loved. She decided to start a new life with Snare in the barn and soon enough, she found out that she was pregnant.
[Birth] - Blossom soon gave birth to three healthy toms. One was a gray and white splotched tom with red here and there and was soon to be named Beetle after the bugs his mother always liked to play with. He was the runt of the litter but soon grew to be just about the same size as his brothers. He was pushy, outgoing, and very prideful. He definitely likes to be the favorite of the kit and does what he can to succeed.
- He loves bugs, just like his mother
- Doesn't like anything lovey dovey (finds it gross and girly)
- Likes to name inanimate objects and bugs
- Beetle looks more like his mother
It was a nice sunny spring morning in Skyclan camp and Thornblade had trotted out of the warrior's den along with a couple other young warriors, stifling a large yawn with eyes closed. The gray-brown tabby she-cat glanced around the clearing, her eyes narrowed as she saw a couple of apprentices play fighting in front of their den, their squeals and crows loud enough to wake up a hibernating hedgehog. She sighed and looked up at the clear blue sky, hoping that today would be yet another successful hunt. With a shake of her pelt, the young warrior stretched her long legs one by one to warm her up for the day. Birds chirped above, lighting up the clan with the cheerful noise, cat's poking their heads out of dens with bleary eyes, but with small smiles. Thornblade's whiskers twitched and she gave one of her rare but kind smiles too, claws scraping the ground with anticipation for the hunt. The air was crisp, a tint of wetness lurked underneath from the light rain that had fallen only days before. Feeling like she was ready, the she-cat trotted off to where the deputy was giving patrol orders, other warriors clustered around with ears perked. Her fur slicked back neatly, Thornblade sat down quietly in the outer part of the group of cats, trying to ignore the pestering of the apprentices and younger warriors as they tried to find out what tasks had to be done first. She rolled her eyes. Obviously, this was not how orders could get carried out, with no cat being able to hear over the ruckus. With her tail, she thwacked a rather loud apprentice over the head, her whiskers twitching with slight annoyance. Finally, the young cats quieted and the eager warrior could hear the patrols being called out. Much to her happiness, the gray-brown tabby heard a hunting patrol sent out, her name included. Turning around, Thornblade quickly made for the fresh-kill pile, picking up a small bird single-pawed. In a few bites, the prey was devoured and the young warrior trotted towards the camp entrance, a little spring in her step. Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it.