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Voice Actor: WIP
Given Name: Owlchirp
Past Names: Owlkit, Owlpaw
Nicknames:
Age: 13 Moons
Sex: Male
Gender: Male; uses he/his pronouns
Gender: Male; uses he/his pronouns
Height: 12" at shoulder
Weight: 11 lbs
Orientation: The truth is out there...
Breed: Oriental Longhair mix
Mate: n/a
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Warrior
Mentor: Thistleclaw (NPC)
Apprentice: n/a
Physical Build: Slender, lean and athletic build.
Appearance: A thick, scruffy coat does little to hide his Oriental breed heritage. Beneath that disastrous matting of fur that could be called a pelt is a long, lean physique built for climbing , speed, and jumping. A combination of long limbs and angles, topped with a distinctly long, tapered, wedge-shaped head.
Coloration: Grey-brown fur is marked by darker points and streak down his spine. His unders are a distinctly lighter shade of grey-brown, the same shade as the markings around his eyes. His fur is marked by several spots of light, spotty striping. His most noticeable feature would perhaps be his brilliant chartreuse eyes.
Coloration: Grey-brown fur is marked by darker points and streak down his spine. His unders are a distinctly lighter shade of grey-brown, the same shade as the markings around his eyes. His fur is marked by several spots of light, spotty striping. His most noticeable feature would perhaps be his brilliant chartreuse eyes.
Identifying Marks/Features:
- Mydriasis (blown pupil- left eye)
- Shredded right ear
- Exotic build (typical oriental cat features)
- Scruffy fur
- Crouched posture
- Tufted tail- fishhook shaped chunk of fur missing
- Fur, posture, and tail cheat sheet
Scent: Dust and moss
Personality: [Patient][Empathetic][Incisive][Awkward][Dreamy][Honest/Literal][Alert][Aloof][Paranoid][Melancholic]
Patient: A tolerant and accepting fellow, Owlchirp is able to keep composed through delays, problems, or grievances without becoming particularly annoyed or anxious. He is particularly good with kits and enjoys telling them story after story, after story, after story -no matter how many times he is asked to retell or is interrupted with questions. He is also quite good with the elders and would listen to their stories all day if he could, especially any about fantastical creatures of days past or weird unexplained occurrences in the Clans' histories. This also transfers to his Warrior life. Owlchirp could stalk prey for as long as needed, and stay still and motivated. This makes him particularly skilled with tricky prey. Empathetic: No stranger to pain, both physical and emotional, Owlchirp is able to understand and share the feelings of others easily. Were he more inclined to be around others, Owlchirp would be a decent Caregiver. As is, he really only likes being around elders and kits, but he thoroughly enjoys their company and thoughts. Incisive: He may not speak up much anymore, but when he does others should listen. Owlchirp likes to spend his free time listening to the elders, people-watchings, and contemplation. He has collected a lot of information and knows how to process it quickly and usefully. Intelligent, analytical, clear-thinking, and is sharply focused when things get heavy. 
Awkward: Owlchirp has long since forgotten how to talk to others normally and can come across a little intense to those who aren't familiar with this intense lad. Because of this he often blunders social interactions and is seen as a weirdo. Dreamy: Owlchirp is not particularly prone to being practical and is given to daydreaming. He also often has an ethereal, somewhat unreal quality about him. The boy is strange and not really grounded in reality. Politics and borders don't mean much to him, and he lives in unchanging state no matter what's happening around him. His world is all his own. Honest/Literal: Naturally straightforward and sincere, this quality helps him to be persuasive and easy to trust. Though, this can have its drawbacks as he has a natural tendency to believe others are equally as honest. Owlchirp has some minor difficulty telling lies and is prone to taking others for their literal world unless he has any reason to mistrust them in the first place. Alert: Quick to notice any unusual and potentially dangerous or difficult circumstances. Owlchirp is always on guard and vigilant to any danger or change in his environment. This means he is particularly hard to sneak up on, and part of the reason why he gets so distressed when anyone actually manages to do so. 
Aloof: Often coming across as cold and unapproachable, Owlchirp has really closed himself off to others. Everyone he cared for is gone and those around him don't believe his tale. Not particularly friendly or forthcoming, Owlchirp is cool and distant to most cats by default. He really only talks to the young or old anymore since they are least likely to judge. The kits don't know better and the elders have lived long enough not to care. Paranoid: You can't be a cryptid hunter without a healthy dose of paranoia. Most often it is generalized, where Owlchirp just feels an impending sense of dread that something bad is going to happen. When it gets quite bad, he can be prone to feeling like others are out to sabotage his work or may be following or watching him. And by work, this is of course his research of the infamous "beast". Melancholic: Being pensive and sad are two familiar feelings for Owlchirp. Though he may come across as rather wistful and distracted at times, his melancholy is actually a form of depression that has overtaken much of his personality. It has turned this outgoing tom into an doubtful recluse. Physical Strengths: [Strong Jumper/Climber][Fast][Lithe/Flexible]
Mental Strengths: [Patient][Empathetic][Incisive]
Physical Flaws/Weaknesses: [Sensitive Vision][Not Very Strong][Hesitant/Flinchy]
Mental Flaws/Weaknesses: [Aloof][Melancholic][Paranoid]
Likes:
- Searching for the truth
- Spending time under the stars
- Silence
- Patrolling
- Flowers
- Sunrise and Sunset
- Nifty rocks
Dislikes:
- Small talk
- Emotional Intimacy
- Bright light (hurts his left eye)
- Fighting
- Being touched
- Swimming/being wet
- Not being taken seriously
Fun Facts:
- Grumpiest boy
- Conspiracy theorist
- Always tired
- Needs a
hugnap - Send help
- Ear is torn from when it was grabbed by "the beast" and he tossed into a rock
- Blown pupil is from when his head hit the rocks
- Was concussed after the event and to this day still cannot fully remember the details
- Is absolutely positive that it was some creature of legend that did it
- Refers to it as "the beast"
- Has accepted his role as one of the Clan nut-jobs with honor, he knows the truth is out there
- This is particularly impressive considering how odd most of StoneClan already is
- Chronic insomniac who often leaves camp at night
- Likes to sit under the stars
- Often plagued with night terrors
- Tends to sleep far from others because of this
- Dislikes the daytime and often patrols/hunts at dawn or dusk
- Is fond of the small, white wildflowers that grow in their territory
- Sometimes collects uniquely shaped or colored rocks that he finds
- Will always flinch or lash out when touched without warning
- Freaks out when snuck up on
- Has residual PTSD from he attack from "the beast"
- Left eye is photosensitive and has trouble focusing in bright light
- Is particularly skilled at catching birds- those long legs are perfect for leaping
- Used to be rather extroverted, but has become reserved around others
- Doesn't really talk much to others
- has been shot down and made fun of too many times
- Will often talk to himself or sing under his breath when alone
- Has a pretty decent singing voice
- Has a cold exterior but a pretty delicate heart
- Every snide comment, tease, or rude remark that he brushes off actually hurts him deeply and continues to fuel his mistrust of others.
- Tends to stick to several locations when not hunting or patrolling
- Hot Rocks: he got a feel for them when he was healing from his concussion. He can be found napping or talking with elders
- Dragonfly Slope: likes to search for cool rocks and pebbles as well as hunt the birds that go after the dragonflies
- Forest: with his strong jumping skills, Owlchirp likes to go above ground and travel via tree from time to time. He feels it gives a much better vantage point and the upper hand to anything sneaking about
History:
Owlchirp's story is a tale of luck and woe that begins before he was born. It was a dark, stormy night when his mother was found at the edge of Stoneclan territory, a nameless Rogue heavy with kits. Her limp form was drug back to camp where she gave birth to three kits before passing herself, the remaining one still inside her. The den was silent, hoping for a sign of life from any of the kits. Nothing could be heard save for the hoot of an owl passing overhead in the night. Then suddenly the weak mewling of a kit could be heard- one had lived. Luck was on his side, as a queen had recently given birth and had plenty of milk and love in her heart as only one of her kits had lived as well. The queen, a friendly she-cat named Lilysong adopted the kit and raised him as her own alongside her child Pricklekit.
The two grew fast and strong, with Owlkit growing tall and lean and Pricklekit staying small and stout like her mother. It wasn't long until the rambunctious pair became apprentices. Owlkit became Owlpaw and was mentored by a strict, but fair tom named Thistleclaw. It seemed unlikely that the pair would get along, but Thistleclaw was able to keep the wild child in line... for the most part. For many moons the pair trained together, each helping the other grow. There was a significant softening to Thistleclaw with time, and he fell into an almost fatherly role to the orphan. After Pricklepaw's mentor fell ill with greencough, Thistleclaw took her on temporarily since she was always training with them anyway. One fateful day, the three were monitoring for rockslides when Owlpaw was blindsided. Pain and then darkness. He had no concept of time when he awoke in the Medicine Cat's den. Over the next few days he came in and out of consciousness with little to no memory of the time between. He healed from the moment and was able to recount his story of what happened... much to the confusion of others. His story was strange, and told of an attack by a large animal unlike anything he had seen before. This seemed to match up with the wounds found on the ravaged body of Thistleclaw. Nothing else was found at the scene- no tracks and no Pricklepaw.
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The two grew fast and strong, with Owlkit growing tall and lean and Pricklekit staying small and stout like her mother. It wasn't long until the rambunctious pair became apprentices. Owlkit became Owlpaw and was mentored by a strict, but fair tom named Thistleclaw. It seemed unlikely that the pair would get along, but Thistleclaw was able to keep the wild child in line... for the most part. For many moons the pair trained together, each helping the other grow. There was a significant softening to Thistleclaw with time, and he fell into an almost fatherly role to the orphan. After Pricklepaw's mentor fell ill with greencough, Thistleclaw took her on temporarily since she was always training with them anyway. One fateful day, the three were monitoring for rockslides when Owlpaw was blindsided. Pain and then darkness. He had no concept of time when he awoke in the Medicine Cat's den. Over the next few days he came in and out of consciousness with little to no memory of the time between. He healed from the moment and was able to recount his story of what happened... much to the confusion of others. His story was strange, and told of an attack by a large animal unlike anything he had seen before. This seemed to match up with the wounds found on the ravaged body of Thistleclaw. Nothing else was found at the scene- no tracks and no Pricklepaw.
From that day on, he made it his goal to discover the truth of what happened. As a new warrior, Owlchirp could often be found scouring the territory alone searching for the beast he is sure still lives there, and interrogating cats from other clans at gatherings about Pricklepaw and "the beast". While his eccentricities were loosely tolerated at first, he has become known as a right weirdo and is just sort of accepted as a loony now. He is still a perfectly fine Warrior, so the rest of StoneClan puts up with their token odd-ball. Owlchirp used to be a particularly outgoing cat, but lately every time he tries to talk he gets shut down for talking about this too much or teased. No one will let him forget blathering on about being attacked by a creature of lore right after the incident, so now he keeps those thoughts to himself. He would rather sit in silence than be mocked any more, so he spends most of his time in solace.
Relationships:
HateDislike/distrustUnsure/Acquaintance Positive Acquaintance Friend
Loyalty To, Trusted Highly Trusted, Highly Loyal 
Crush
Platonic Love Romantic Love-----------------------
Alive
Dead? Unknown
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♂ Male
♀ Female
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| ? | NPC
(♀) Lilysong| Caregiver| | | NPC
| | NPCShe raised and cared for me, I would've done anything for her. She faded away after Pricklepaw was taken, but don't worry mom. I'll find her again. I have to.
(♀) Pricklepaw| Apprentice | | ? | NPCMy friend, my sister, I miss you so much. It's been moons since you were taken, but I know you are still out there. I will find out what happened to you, I promise.
(♂) Thistleclaw| Warrior| | | NPC
| | NPCHe was my mentor and really like a father to me... I miss him dearly and I know I'll find your killer one day.
RP Example:
Owlpaw rolled his eyes and continued after Pricklepaw. "Slow down, you two!" Nah, I think I'll keep going old man! He wasn't about to let his sister beat him in a race, not even Thistleclaw could stop him! he wasn't about to lose against her, not against those stubby legs. It took little effort for Owlpaw to catch up to the other apprentice, his long gait smoothly outpacing hers. It really was no competition.
"Last one there has to clean the Elder's-" WHOOMPH
It was the pain that hit him first, a searing pain that felt as if part of his face had just been torn off. And then... flying? The moment seemed to take an eternity as he arced through the air, free-floating above the world. Everything moved in slow motion as time moved to a near-standstill, then the ground appeared. A definite crack split through the air as he hit, then silence save for the sound of blood rushing in his ears. His world was blood. Red running down his face, obscuring his already blurred vision further. Owlpaw tried to stand, tried to call out, but his body wasn't responding. Dark shapes moved in the distance, large and unfamiliar, twisting like smoke and shadow. Then the cool embrace of darkness took its hold as he slipped into unconsciousness.
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The world was hazy and too bright. Too loud. Too... everything. Fleeting memories filtered in and out of his mind, but nothing stuck. It was daylight out, but time felt wrong, he felt wrong. His mouth was dry and his body ached, but most of all his head was killing him. A constant throb that would have made his eyes squint in pain were they not already closed against the light. The world was off-kilter. Not quite spinning, but it felt as if it would turn upside down and toss him right off is he dared move. There were voices in the distance, hushed and worried, but he couldn't focus on them. Owlpaw was still trying to orient himself. The scent of herbs was overpowering, the Medicine Cat's den? It had to be, but that would mean he was either hurt or sick. Judging by the pain and the -OW-
His paw brushed against the side of his face, but quickly recoiled. Pretty much everything on the right side of Owlpaw's face was tender and covered with spider-web and poultice. What is Star-Clan happened? Opening his eyes a crack, Owlpaw blinked the world into focus. It was a little blurrier than he remembered, and definitely brighter. Okay Owlpaw, step one: standing. You've done it before, you can do this. His front legs shook with the effort of trying to lift his body, then he fell with a gentle oof. Ouch, no, that's not working. Well I know where I am, just how in the stars did I get here?
His thoughts raced as he tried to piece together the fleeting moments he could grasp onto. Cats talking at him, the overpowering scent of herbs, pain, being dragged through camp? Everything was intermixed with darkness and confusion. One moment he had been out patrolling with Thistleclaw and Pricklepaw and then-
Pain, being suspended in the air- was he flying?, a monster made of darkness... It was confusing, strange, the images flashing through his mind didn't make sense, couldn't make sense. His eyes flew open as more pieces flooded in.
"PRICKLEPAW!" tears stung his eyes as the words bellowed from his maw, voice cracking from disuse. A flood of newfound energy surged through him as he dragged his battered form off the ground. One step, two steps, three steps. It was excruciating and slow, his head pounded and throbbed with every step. Darkness was creeping back into his vision as he fought forward, the Medicine cat and their apprentice rushing forward with a Caregiver in tow. Paws reached out as his form collapsed from exhaustion against them.
"Pricklepaw", his voice came out soft and hoarse, barely a whisper, "it took Pricklepaw."
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