Rushingbrook || TBT

Name: Rushingbrook

• Rushing [Rr-uh-sh] in tribute to the rushing waves that brought his parents together
  
• brook [burr-uk] a play on his RiverClan heritage

Project Name: Project Buttwad
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Male / Tom
Breed: Moggy
Clan: SkyClan
Rank: Medicine Cat 

ALL THIS IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION LOL

Appearance:

Body Type: Rushing is long and slender much like both of his parents.

Height: A little taller than the average for most apprentices
Weight: A healthy weight

Most Noticeable Features: Rushing has a mohawk-like tuft of hair on the top of his head.

Disabilities or Scars: None
Accessories: None

Scent: Rushing still holds a faint scent of milk but he overall smells like grass and the earth within the SkyClan camp.

Sexuality Information:

Orientation: Currently Developing; Most likely heterosexual
Preference(s): Currently Developing

Current/Past Partner(s):

• None! Too young!

Personality: [Impulsive | Impatient | Amiable | Tactful?]

Impulsive "judge[s] or
decide[s] something without having all the facts; to reach unwarranted
conclusions" Despite his parent’s calm, cool, and collected
attributes, Rushingkit had found a way to be everything but. This little tom
has little to no ability to think over a situation and has a tendency to dive
right into the mix of anything. Because of his impulsive and quick to judge
personality, he will probably make ‘enemies’ faster than he’ll be able to make
friends; although if you are a friend, you’re most likely one for life.

Impatient ”restlessness: a lack
of patience; irritation with anything that causes delay.” Possibly a
branch off of his compulsive nature,
Rushingkit hates to wait for virtually anything. Most days you will find him
pacing the camp, making ditches, whilst asking for the ability to leave. It can
be quite the tiring thing though because if he doesn’t get what he wants soon
enough, he may snap; he’ll apologize for it in the end, no worries though.

Amiable ”treat other how you
wish to be treated” Considering his impatience and impulsiveness,
this tom is actually very kind and sweet. Not that he’s a big mushy ball of
kindness and thoughtfulness, but Rushingkit still behaves a lot better than
what most would expect; thank StarClan.

Brief Backstory:

Before

Many moons ago on a bright and sunny day, a RiverClan tom had left his patrol to hunt on his
own while a similar situation happened in the Clan over, SkyClan. The female warrior Thornblade had been
hunting a rabbit when her paws carried her off a ledge and plummeting into the river; the same river that
Finwhisker was fishing in. It had only taken a moment for the brown tabby tom to notice the thrashing
creature in the water and not a moment more to plunge into the waters to save her. This was not love
at first sight, however, the two found each other bumping into one another several times after that until
they had formed a close bond. Finwhisker always making a fool of himself whilst angering Thornblade; while
she also took the role of the serious but blushing she-cat. After their fourth or so meeting, the RiverClan tom
began to realize his feelings for the SkyClan warrior, and he liked it; but the one thing holding him back was a
she-cat in ShadowClan, their relationship had been rushed, a fling, but still Finwhisker foudn himself
attracted to her. It had been a difficult and conflicting time for him, but he broke it off the day after he told
Thornblade he loved her, and that he wanted to be by her side forever. It was ultimately the right choice,
because they aare the perfect match despite their small spats, and very soon after Finwhisker joined SkyClan,
Thornblade began to show the signs of kits; and thus our story begins.

Kithood

Rushingkit was born in a hefty litter of five; he being the eldest and the largest tom. He had three other brothers
and one darling littler sister, however one tom was stillborn; Gillkit. Other than that Rushingkit had a fairly normal
kithood, he'd often play with his littermates and cause a ruckus as he led them on their path of destruction.
However after a few moons of his kitting, the Scale Plague broke out among the clans. It would eventually take the
life of his mother Thornblade, but not until she was weakened by another incident. One dreary day, he and Reedkit
decided to race up the side of the cliff. It was the day after a large storm and all the kits were enjoying playing in the
muddied surface of the camp, no one thought better about the cliff. But before the toms were too far up, Reedkit slipped;
the fall took him by surprise and he was unable to land correctly. Reedkit died after breaking his neck on the ground below him.

Apprentice Life

Coming Soon 

Warrior Life

N/A

Family:

Parentals 
Father Finwhisker | Alive
Mother  Thornblade | Deceased

Siblings 
Brother Fridgetpaw | Alive
Sister Poppypaw| Alive
Brother Reedkit | Deceased
Brother Gillkit | Deceased
Half-Brother Tangledpaw | Alive
Half-Brother Nettlepaw | Alive
Half-Brother Emberpaw |Alive
Half-Sister Ivypaw | Alive
Half-Sister Applepaw | Alive

Relationships:
 Acquaintance
 Uncertainty
 Friend
 Good Friend
 Family
 Crush
 Love
 Lust
 Dislike
 Hate

RiverClan

N/A

 

ThunderClan

N/A

 

WindClan

N/A

 

ShadowClan

N/A

SkyClan

Thornblade || I loved you mama! I'm sorry about what I did.. I know Reed was your favorite.. and I'm sorry you got sick.
Finwhisker || Why didn't you tell me mama was ill? Was I not old enough to understand to be careful? I wish you would have talked to us more about what was happening.

Outside the Clans

N/A

Extra: n/a

Roleplay example: 
[taken from an rp with SpottedCrows] 
It was a bright and early dawn, the sky was clear with a fresh coloring of pink orange. A young brown warrior found himself slipping
away from his nest, from his clan. He had prearranged for another warrior to take care of his apprentice while he was gone. Thankfully his
clan was used to these day trips now and were fine with him leaving for a while. Finwhisker smiled to himself as he made his way toward their
rendezvous; "their" referring to he, and his lady friend Flarestalker. They had met the previous night and had had a interesting time, one that was 
thankfully great enough thAt she had agreed to continue their little journey. The brown tabby was excited as he moved along, his paws moving
faster as he got closer; the old scent of the two getting stronger as well. When Finwhisker made it to the spot, he looked about for any sign of
Flarestalker, the she-cat that made him feel so excited. "Kitten? Flare-bear? Gorgeous?" He called, hoping she would appear somewhere.




Rushingpaw (c) CrazzKat