Crispstone app

Name: Crispstone
    Prefix Meaning: Crisp, being for his eyes, which are like the coolness of a crisp stream after Leafbare, still holding that strong chill.
    Suffix Meaning: Stone, being for his pelt, which is like a bunch of dark stones on a mountain, with snow threatening to cover them.
Gender: Tom
Age: Twenty four moons (Eight seasons) -Two years-
Clan: Mistclan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: LaPerm for his ears, and Margay for his large eyes. His fur is a branch from a mix with a gray and white tabby patch pelt.

Sexual Orientation: Straight, but isn't afraid to have fun with a tom.
Religious Beliefs: - "Starclan is cool I guess, but I'm not really sure about them. I don't know much." 6/10

Fighting Style: He uses ambush for his attack, using his pelt, which is good for hiding in the night or snow, to stalk other cats. After taking them by surprise, he will strike at the sides and shoulders. Crisp will even aim for the face if the cat is much larger then them, or has to thick of fur for his small paws to cut through.

Optional
Height: Three inches smaller then average, is a runt. 
Weight: Average weight, muscle balancing out his small body.
Voice: His voice has a harsh scratch too it, though most don't know why. He can still be calm and sweet sounding. Crisp, also has a bit of a pitch to his voice when he is exited, much like a pre-teen fan girling over JB. XD
Scent: His pelt scents strongly of stones and cold water. He also has a hint of water mint and even has a dash of otter smell to him. 
Fur Length/Texture: His fur is mostly short on his body and legs, but his neck is very thick and his tail has a bit of plush too it. The texture is smooth and shinny, very soft in the under coat as well.
Scars/Disabilities: N/A

Personal

Likes: He likes carp, water vole, ducks, otter (when it can be caught), and water mint. He thinks it makes his breath smell good.
Dislikes: Frogs, mice, hay, and oaks he doesn't like. Oaks smell odd to him... He also hates it when cats think he is blind, his eyes being that blue.
Fears: Thunder storms, the speed of time, fox, and raccoon's.

Mother: Sweetheart (dead)
Father: Blackfang (dead)
Siblings: Chillkit(dead-M) and Fintail(open-F)
Grandparents: N/A
Other: He has an uncle, but he doesn't know who it is. (Is open for spot to be taken.)

Personality
(Two positive traits, one neutral trait, and two negative traits are the minimum. If you decide to write more, they must be balanced.)
 Blissful - "Isn't the day just beautiful! I can't wait to see how lovely tomorrow will be!" - He seems very happy about most anything. He is uplifting in the clan, and causes others to smile!
 Amusing - "So, what did the otter say to his mother? Otter there any more clams? Hah hah!" - Though some think a bit cheesy, he can be comical as well. His jokes are stupid at times, but some cats laugh anyways. He also has a way of being clownish with his body language.
 Prideful - "My pelt is so lovely, I don't think any tom, or she cat for that matter, can compare!" - He is very prideful of his pelt, and boasts about it all the time. Crispstone seems to think that is his best quality, even if it gets some cats mad how much he compliments himself on his fur.
 Rude - "You're fur is so filthy! What are you, a mudpuppy?" - Though he doesn't always mean it, he can be very rude. He can insult your fur without thinking. He can tend to loose himself in his pride, and in turn shun what you are doing.
 Bitchy - "Urg! This mud is digging into my lovely paws! Eh... I hate the rain... Why can't I stay in camp!?" - Complains like a mother fucker. He is so complacent about things, he has caused a cat to swipe at him, but only once. He is basically a drama queen. (lol)

History
Crispkit was born in Leaf-bare, his mother, Sweetheart, saying that his fur was like the snow, and that she wanted to name him Snowkit but her mate, Blackfang said his name should be Bolderkit, thinking he looked more like a little bolder, despite him being the runt of his litter. At that moment, his eyes opened up, a rare thing in deed. They looked at his eyes, and instead of the usual deep blue that kittens had, his eyes where a bright blue. His mother and father agree'd on the name, Crispkit. Little Crispkit was a very happy kitten growing up, and was full of energy. He plaid with his brother Chillkit, and his sister Finkit all the time. Chillkit, however, had gotten sick with green cough and died when he was still only a moon old. They where all sad, that the little, pure white kitten had past away.
When Crispkit and Finkit where turned into 'Paws, they couldn't be more exited. They trained hard, and showed each other fighting and hunting moves they had learned in their training. They where always very close, even if Finpaw looked more like a brown tabby then her families black, whites and grays. She was happy with her brown spotted pelt, matching the Margay in her family well.
Fintail was made a warrior, only a half moon before Crisp-paw, seeing as she had gone to a border fight and had defended one of the senior warriors well, and impressed them. Fintail was a bit sad, and didn't want to be made a warrior without her brother, but Crisp-paw had told her she should be proud of this. So she went ahead of him. When Crispstone was made a warrior, his sister had extended her nest, so he could sleep at her side. He had always loved his sister. They fought the best when together, and they made a wonderful hunting teem. 
It was about three moons after he was made a warrior, that his mother and father where killed in a border skirmish. Crispstone doesn't blame the clan for defending their land, seeing as it was his mother and father who crossed the border accidentally. That doesn't mean he wasn't very sad. He and his sister mourned their death together, though it seemed Fintail took a bit longer to heal then he did. They both healed after a long while, and went on with their lives.

Relationships

Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Kits: NOPE
Turn-ons: He likes it when is mate is romantic, and compliments his pelt! He also LOVES when they help him groom. It seems only his sister knows just how sometimes.
Turn-offs: Mud, bad personal hygiene, and being told he is bitchy, which he is.
Looking for: A sweet she cat, who has lovely fur, though that is just a perk. He wants them to help him groom, to be a good mother, and treat him respectfully, as he would her.


 FeatherClan 

 SparkClan 

 MistClan  
Goldenpaw:    "She is a clever apprentice and I have already see her as family."

 TornadoClan 

 ClawClan 

 Tribe of Glistening Ice 

 Non-clan 
Ginger:   "He trespassed and bathed in our drinking and hunting water! Filthy rouge..."

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Roleplay Example
Cars sweeping by, horns honking, people walking down the street, yelling and talking and singing their music. All of this was heard. No bird song, no gentle breeze, no loving rustle of the tree's. All that could be scented was gas, nasty rot food, humans, and other filthy things. In a cage, riding in the back of a van, was a beautiful green eyed tabby Siamese molly with lovely Himalayan fur, and a gentle, young face. Her whimpers echoed in the small little box, her mind drifting to the forest, the scent of flowers, mice, birds, tree's grass, the wind! It was all gone now.
Suddenly, the van stopped and a man came out of a building with a rolling crate holder. He opened the back and started to stack cat cages on the carrier, along with the little Himalayan molly. She was one cage under from top row, a tom over her, and a tom at her side. The other cages had only queens. She whispered to the other cats. "Wh... Where are we? Why did they trap me in this shinny thing...? I was just hunting a mouse in an old barn and now I'm here! I wanna go home! To the forest! Please... I wanna go home..."
The human took them into the building, the rattling of the cage making the little molly shiver, her fur standing tall and her lips curled back in a snarl. When a man lowered down to look into the cage, she jumped at him, her claws out, her tail bushed, and a loud hiss then growl escaping her. "BACK OFF!!!" She yowled, but the man only stumbled back a little, blinking at her hostility. He started to say something to the other man, seeming a bit concerned about the cat. When the man stood up, the molly yowled again. "Let me out! Let me out!" She growled, starting to thrash about in the cage, her efforts knocking over another cage, one with the gray and white tom with freckles on his face.
Looking at him again, she saw a little handkerchief around his neck, showing that he belonged to some one. The little molly didn't care, she thrashed about, the other tom's cage being knocked over, along with a queen, who she could tell by the fat belly was expecting kittens sometime in the next month. "LET ME OUT!!! LET ME OOOUT!!!!!!" The little Siamese yowled as loud as she could possibly go. Then, something stuck her in the side, she twisted and grabbed a mans hand in her jaws, the man yowling and pulling his now bloody hand away. The she cat was about to jump out, when another man closed the door to her cage.
Slowly, the she cat's eyes started to blur, but still she thrashed about. Her legs started growing heavy, her chest heaving, and her fur starting to lay flat. The molly fell to her side, dizzy and her chest was slowing down. Soon, she passed out all together.
When she woke again, she was in a new cage, this one smaller, with a little water bowl at the door, food next to it, and a box of cat litter. The she cat managed to twist her head, seeing the gray tom on one side of her, and other tom that came in with her at her other. She huffed, coughing a little. "Where... Where in the name of the forest are we...?"