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LichenClan

a red rosetted tabby with dichroic eyes

Lithe and streamlined like a typical Lichen Clanner Bonepaw walks at 10'5". The young tom has good posture and carries himself with a steady, level head and unassuming stare. Tail long and following and walks with a sense of purpose.

Short, red fur blooming flowers of rosette spots eat the creams of his pelt and ignite in their marbling rings. Bonepaw's fur is short and sleek, anticipating the waters of his clan life heritage. The lightest of hairs ivory hues nibble at his pelt and the inner faces of his legs. His eyes and jowls are wrapped in a mask of this familiar cream — warm in tone like milk.

Eyes resting intently below his brow, his parent's reflections coalesce. Born of a green and golden gaze — they meld and mix upon his iris face tangling forest greens amid the pupils and breaching for lights like the setting sun against its edges; There is no question he is Lichen clan born. His nose and ears a dusty, rosy pink they are a balance of angles and smooth edges parallel to much of his face. Round cheeks meet sharp arches. Pointed ears meet rounded pinnacles. Soft plush nose taper in their wings.

Bonepaw's voice is mid-toned and airy. He talks at a quiet volume, strength deepening in his chords with assertion. Accompanies him the smell of Birch, a sweet, sharp scent like Wintergreen with strong and mint-like top notes and warm, humble finishes.

With a cocky, self-assured nature, from day one, Bonepaw will radiate confidence. This confidence is not of meek minded but mental fortitude and genuine foundation in believing he is someone worth reckoning. Yet, this comes in contrast to the brash nature of many trailblazers. Bonepaw will be composed and discreet in his notions.

Bonepaw will not entertain many conversations nor find much meaning in the ones he plays. A typical first impression of tom is that he is unemotional though there is a strange, sociable warmth which coincides. A cat of little, flowery words, each vowel that Bonepaw finds will be deliberate, often guarded, if even for the flaring of his competitive passions.

These ambitions are strong. Bonepaw has blood that courses rapidly and an ever-kindled fire amid his belly. Bonepaw has a thirst for power. One will see the mocking side of Bonepaw, the unguarded and pretentious nature which stomps his feet and with open jowls he goads their tension saved only for the most dire of rivals, or enemy.

Socially Bonepaw will not distaste the company of others, just the idle chatter. He will be impressionable in his youth, with values easily mended and shaped by those he surrounds. Not blindly, but with true intentions, he'll pledge himself to the world which reflects said values of whatever identity constructed.

Though Bonepaw will act in passion from time to time, thoughtlessly or recklessly with his strengths, he will be a tenacious cat ready to fight and take the world's challenges blow by blow.

Bonekit is born to Duckpuddle and Sootpelt; Part of Sootpelt's second litter, he has one half-brother named Leopardface. Bonekit is born beside his brother Ghostkit though he only shares half his blood.

During the 3rd moon of Bonekit's kithood, their leader Minnowstar is killed in battle by the rebellion. Yarrowstar becomes leader and Quickstrike is appointed deputy. Bonekit is too young to have any opinions but listens to the traveling voices of their catacombs. 

Bonepaw was assigned to the mentor Fogheart. Though, he also spent time training with Nightclaw (rain). One nightfall, Bonepaw sensed a disturbance in the lake. Following his perceptions, he rescued the drowning kit Dustkit (wish), during the third trimester of his tenth moon. Bonepaw was made a warrior early, earning the name Bonewatcher for his alert senses, saving the kit's life.