Stingpaw, Apprentice of Windclan

~Severe Cringe Warning: This form is filled in using information from my very first form that I made when I was like, 10 years old. I've corrected some horrible typos and added more info / changed some info, but all of the big chunks of writing are things I wrote when I was a tiny little Warrior-lover.~



Character name:
Bumble, Sting, Stingpaw

Nickname:
N/A

Character age:
7 moons

Gender:
Male

Clan/Tribe:
Windclan

Rank:
Apprentice

Personality: (Long Description)
Stingpaw is generally very silent. Not because he's shy, but because he was raised silent, with few words ever said to his father. He's surprisingly mature for his age: he'll sit straight with his tail under his paws and act all perfect. Most of the other Windclan aprentices believe he is stuck-up and a know-it-all. Once you get to know him you'll see that that's not who he is at all. He is wildly imaginative and loves to creat his own happier worlds in his head. He has huge dreams and ambitions, hoping someday to climb the ranks in Windclan. He is great at pretending and often fakes his emotions. His ideas are often great but he doesn't like to share them. Hopefully one day he'll learn to leave his past behind and use his imagination and great ideas for battle, hunting, and training.

Appearance: (Long Description)
Grey and orange tabby tom with rare, dark brown eyes. His main color is grey and he has black stripes but there is a rim of orange around his white belly and on his legs. The orange stretches onto his back, and the mix of the grey and orange make him resemble a bee. He is very small and thin, but as fast and agile as all of Windclan. He has long legs and a lean body. He inherited this because although he was born rogue, his mother was a Windclan descendant.

Mental Disabilities:
N/A

Likes/Dislikes:
+ Sunny days
+ Flowers
+ Windclan
+ His friends
+ Daydreams
- His past
- His father
- Stormy weather
- Darkness
- Mean cats (of any clan)

Friends:
Smokepaw

Enemies:
Rain

Mentor:
??? (He still needs a a mentor so please let me know if you have a Windclan warrior you can offer to mentor him!!)

Current mate:
N/A

Current crush:
N/A

Offspring:
N/A

Family:
-Mother: Ginger; Rogue; Dead
-Father: Rain; Rogue; Alive
-Half-Brothers: 5; Kittypets; Presumably alive
-Half-Sister: Cotton; Bloodclan, Alive

History:
He was born to a rogue family. His given name was Bumble. The mother died and the father was cruel. His father didn't like him, thought him a pest, like the pest he was named after. His father started to call him Sting, and it stuck. There were strict rules living with his father. It's why he acts so perfect. He doesn't remember how to have fun, to be curious, to be a bit mischievous, to have thoughts or ideas. He doesn't remember how to share them.
He escaped from his father when he was out. His father had fallen in love with another she-cat. They were going to have kits. Sting didn't want that. He couldn't stand more kits, and another parent who seemed as mean as his father.
He escaped while his father was out with the she-cat. He could imagine them bonding and getting closer. In a relationship; together forever... The thought made him sick. How could anyone like a guy like his Father in the first place? He guessed he was tough and good-looking. He must have had tricks he used on those she-cats.
Sting ran away. As the only kit in the litter and having a father full of hate no one would miss him. He ran and ran. His long legs and lean body carrying him away forever. It was night and he ran to a strange place. There were cats all gathered around, their silhouettes against the moon. The cats there accepted him. He was still just a kit then. They let him into the Clan that belonged to them. It was called Windclan.
They renamed him. They called him Stingkit. They didn't know he didn't really like that name. That it wasn't his real name. He was afraid of punishment for the mention of that; as it was sharing his thoughts and that's how he had learned. He was raised by a foster mother in the nursery for his last two moons before apprenticeship. While he was a kit he learned the ways of the clans, and now he is an apprentice.