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Name: Chedder [Rippedpaw, Rippedclaw]
Age: A day shy of fifteen moons
Gender: Tom
Personality:

Chedder is a awkward tom and always seems to find the most random things to talk about. Being a loner, and former kittypet, he knows plenty about the forest, and he's not even two years old! Tending to be outspoken, and awful nice, when he meets others whether he thinks they're cruel or kind-hearted, he treats them with the respect in which he wishes for in return. To friends<he stands by their side until he feels the possibility that he may get harmed, in which he becomes more skittish, and thoughtful of his own health instead of others. To loved ones<he tends to be shy around these ones, and opens up a lot to them, revealing his past, and then what he wishes for in the future. To enemies<he's completely hostile, and doesn't like to be around these ones for too long.

Description:

Chedder is a dark orange tom, flame colored almost, yet he's a tabby cat. His eyes are a cheerful bright green, and welcoming to any cat in his path, unless it be an enemy. He has a lithe build to him, and doesn't hardly eat any. One of his paws has scars upon it do to a dog attack long ago.

History:

Chedder grew up in a two-leg nest, his siblings two brothers. Out of the three Chedder was the eldest. He cared not too much of the others, even though his mother paid due mind for him to entertain them. However when the time came, new two-legs came to retrieve them. The tabby tom wanted nothing to do with the new two-legs, and hence was more or less thrown out to the streets.

Roaming around or some time, 'till he was about eight moons old, he found the forest, a quiet place in which smelt terribly of many cats. Travelling along one of the borders, he was chased by some forest cats, and he soon learned not to dwell there again.

He lived in the alleys for some time, eating garbage, and crow-food, befriending many other loner cats, and hearing their stories to tell only made his thinking larger. Hearing and listening to many stories of the wild cats, and then of the rogue meadows, he wondered what it would be like to join them.

However on his journy to a clan border, he was attacked by a fox, his paw permanantly damaged. He seeks guidance from these clans, and currently no one knows what border he may lie upon.

Other:

<Brothers: Twinkle, and Spark
<Is currently walking the MistClan border
<Has a lame paw

[Bane]

accepted.

[.::Umberwings]

Moved.