Robinheart App-TDE

// GENERAL //


Name Robinheart
Gender Female
Age 7 moons
Orientation Straight
Clan Riverclan
Rank Apprentice


// PHYSICAL //


Build Fairly small, very lean and fragile, graceful
Key Features Distinctive curled back ears, hairless except for a small amount of fuzz covering her body. Bright blue eyes that contrast her light skin. Small Paws.
Fur Length N/A
Height Small compared to the average cat
Weight Incredibly light
Voice Sing-songy and smooth but becomes high and trilly when she’s frightened or stressed.
Mannerisms Robinheart sometimes shivers involuntarily because of her lack in fur. Also, whenever she’s sitting, crouching, or laying down her tail is usually curled tightly around her right or left side. She makes sure to stay out of the sun if she's been in it too long so she doesn't hurt her skin, and the same goes for snow.


// PERSONALITY //


[Thoughtful] l [Loving] l [Sarcastic] l [Outspoken] l [Confident] | [Temper]

[Thoughtful]: Often found lost in her own thoughts, Robinheart can sit for hours thinking sometimes. She overthinks almost everything. It’s hard for her to see someone making a rash decision and that’s usually when she gets stressed out. But for the most part she thinks to herself, sort of having a conversation in her head. She gets this trait from her mother, who always taught her to think before she acted. Her own thoughts can be destructive to her daily life mostly because if she overthinks things too much they seem too hard to handle, leading to her having minor depression.
[Loving]: Overall Robinheart is a very loving cat(because she wants to take your body heat >). She is very loyal to her clan and loves it with every fiber of her being. She is accepting of every cat unless they get on her bad side. She loves kits and spends some of her time playing with them and teaching them how to attack leaves and things. All her love and devotion is for her clan, although she yearns to meet someone who she can devote herself to along with her clan. She loves seeing other cats with their mates, being happy and such.
[Sarcastic]: Other than her loving side, she’s also sarcastic. This trait blends with her outspokenness only because she often makes snide remarks. She’s most sarcastic if someone tries to get her to do something she would rather not do or she’s been thinking too much. She’s also sarcastic when she’s cold, including being wet and having to walk or be in snow. Usually when she’s defending herself or another cat her sarcasm comes out quite a bit. And although she tries to be nice to everyone, sometimes she can’t help but say something.
[Outspoken]: She often lets you know what she’s thinking if she thinks it’s important to a cause. If something needs to be said, she’ll point out the elephant in the room. Some things she might take the wrong way, but she’s not the kind of cat to hold a grudge She would rather talk things out with that cat, since she knows how overthinking kills her.
[Confident]: Confidence has always come easily for Robinheart, especially from having her younger brother. She always felt like she had to protect him and look out for him, earning her a bold confidence. She has no problem standing up to any cat, even if they’re twice her size. Robinheart is solely on firm ground with being confident and doesn’t cross over into being prideful. She tries to help cat’s who aren’t outspoken like herself be heard.
[Temper]: Robinheart has a fiery temper if she's pushed too hard. She tries to control her anger, but most of the time if someone pushes her buttons on purpose she'll snap. She really only developed a bad temper after Maplepaw died, and now if something reminds her of him she gets angry and snappy towards anyone who tries to talk to her. She doesn't fight often with other cats although she sometimes gets in confrontations. She would never lash out at one of her fellow clan mates, but if another cat ever crossed her she wouldn't hesitate lashing out.

// HISTORY //

Pre History
Going back to the beginning, Robinheart’s mother was a sphinx kittypet named Fish. Her owners treated her splendidly. They dressed her in coats for warmth and fed her the finest food. Finally when their mother was old enough, her owners arranged for her to mate with a peterbald tom. At the time, this seemed alright to Fish since it was all she’d known. She never saw the tom again but soon she was pregnant with her first litter. She was so exited for them to be born. Once the time came for the kittens to be born, her owners made sure they were all healthy and help with the birthing process. Her four kittens were beautiful and Fish became attached to them. After 6 weeks, Fish woke up one morning and realized two of her kittens were gone. She ran all around the home meowing for her kittens to come back. The next day she was sleeping with her other two kittens and a family came over to the house. Her owners walked over to where she was sleeping and picked up the other two. They gave the two kittens to the family and sent them on their way. Fish was horrified. She didn’t leave her bed for weeks. Around springtime again, her owners arranged for her to mate with another peterbald tom but she knew what she had to to this time. Fish waited until she had the kittens and ran away the next morning early so her owners wouldn’t catch her. She with her kits ran into the woods and didn’t stop until she collapsed. When she woke up, she was in a marshy den surrounded by warm moss and her kittens. She got up and walked outside. A patrol of Riverclan warriors had found her on the border and brought her back. She stayed with them and constantly thanked them for their kindness. She decided to let her kits live a clan life where they would be taught to defend themselves and gave them clan names, Robinkit and Sparrowkit. Shortly after she died from pneumonia and Robinkit and her brother were raised by the other queens in the nursery.

Apprenticeship
Robinkit grew up raising her brother and looking after him. For the majority of her growing up, it was just normal everyday clan life. She had a very good friend, Maplepaw, a tom, with whom she spent all her time with. Maplepaw had long fur that Robinpaw would snuggle into when she got too cold. They hunted together, played together, and overall spent all their time together. One day while she was out fishing with Maplepaw he asked her to be his mate once they became warriors. Robinpaw was exstatic and eagerly agreed. The next couple weeks passed by and Maplepaw and Robinpaw were inseperable. She loved him with all her heart. One day she was gathering moss with Maplepaw and they heard distant crashing. Suddenly a badger exploded out of the nearest bush, stared at the two young cats, and attacked Maplepaw. Maplepaw tried to fight back but it seemed useless. Robinpaw hissed and scratched the badger until she eventually drove him away from Maplepaw. A Riverclan patrol drove it completely away, but the damage had been done. When she got back to Maplepaw he was barely concious and bleeding out over the river bank. Robinpaw was shattered, and before Maplepaw died he made her promise him she would live out a happy life without him and that she would become a valuable warrior for the clan. She promised him fervently.

Warrior
N/A

// RELATIONSHIPS //

N/A

// FAMILY //

Brother: Sparrowpaw
Mother: Fish (deceased)
Father(unknown)

// RP EXAMPLE //

She walked over to the fresh kill pile, morning dew clinging to the frozen animals. She wrinkled her nose and leaned back away from the pile. I’m NOT eating this. She sat down and licked her shoulder nervously, her feathery tail swishing slowly back and forth around her feet. She stopped when she heard footsteps. One ear swiveled behind her.
“It’s not that bad, you know.” She frowned again, looking down at the ‘fresh’-kill pile. Recognizing Rookstrike’s voice, she muttered “Sure…” She stood up and flicked her tail, turning around to face him. “Well I don’t want to eat icicles for breakfast. I’m going hunting.” He looked her over suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. “You? Hunting?” he scoffed. She narrowed her eyes and swished her tail back and forth quickly. Rookstrike raised a paw defensively and looked down and back up. “Don’t get me wrong, you could take down any warrior in the Clan, but your hunting is a little on the rusty side.” She rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. He raised his eyebrows, as if daring her to defy him.
“FINE.” She sat down looked glumly at the pile. She dug down to the bottom and found a small pigeon that was less frozen than the others and bit down, grimacing. It was going to be a long day.

RP: TBT

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Art, Character (c) cucumberley

**Not to scale with the cat behind her**

**Pie chart of skills is going by the pieces of pie, not the lines **