Name Meaning=

clam . his soft shell like complexion 
paw . his paws are set on the path to warriorhood (apprentice) 

Past Names| Clamkit 
Nicknames| Clammykins

Sex| Male
Gender| Demiguy
Sexuality| Panromantic Heterosexual 

Age|  7+ moons . ca. 1/2 year
 
Clan|RiverClan
Rank| Kit --> [Apprentice]

Breed|Persian . Turkish Angora . Bengal . Chartreux
Build|Short and round, still developing his size.
Pelt|Snowy lynx point with soft fuzzy fur.
Eyes|Turquoise blue
Paw Pads|Light pink like his nose. 
Scars|None visible
Scent|Fresh water mixed with frosted cattail. 
Voice| Maxey Whitehead (Alphonse in dubbed FMA) (skip to 1:20)
Details|His neck is very fluffy!

subject to change over time

You know it's funny how freedom can make us feel contained
Yeah When the muscles in our legs aren't used to all the walking
I know if you could snap both your fingers that you'd escape with me
But in the meantime, I'll just wait here and listen to you when you speak... or scream

Theme Songs = 
+ Relax My Beloved | Alex Clare
= Youth | Daughter
- Asleep | The Smiths

Soft spoken child of the snow, a young highland fairy whose small giggles and swishing tail send a jolly message through RiverClan. Clampaw is a meek and simple cat who doesn’t wish to grab the spotlight, rather he prefers being one on one with thosehe loves most, his life revolving around the lasting relationships he builds up with others. A huge optimist, he is an advocate for peace and happiness, even in tough times, always trying his hardest to make his clan mates smile. Some may call him simple minded but really he is a warm tom with a golden heart that he wants to share with the world. As an innocent apprentice he has yet to truly learn all of the worldly ways, sometimes not understanding why others get so upset or angry. But despite being young his intentions are always pure, seeking the sunny side and looking for the best in others.

[Rustic]+[Felicific]+[Youthful]+[Freewheeling]+[Venal]+[Insecure]

+|Rustic|- With a welcoming attitude, Clampaw has a calm and warm aura about him and is more likely to talk quietly into the evening than to cause a ruckus. He is polite with a simplicity to his speech that makes him easy to talk to, a certain charisma caused by being kind to those around him. He makes efforts to be open with those he meets, however his speech can be rather quiet and he may feel awkward at times, listening instead of giving his own feedback. 

+|Felicific|- A naturally caring and paternal tom, Clampaw tries his best to quiet negative energies in the air. He believes strongly that a happy heart can conquer most hardship and is optimistic; able to give others hope even in trying times. His goal is to spread happiness through his clan and allow the world to take a peek through his sunny lens.

= |Youthful|- He is very energetic with a kick in his step and is often running about camp, always on the move. He is happy-go-lucky with a childish humor to boot, so his laughter, like a soft shaky bird, can be heard often. He is still immature in his ways, his ideals coming before his logic with his inner compass being from his heart. 

= |Freewheeling| - His strong sense of morals, mixed with his pursuit of happiness make him a very freedom-seeking cat. He craves the feeling of the open wilderness under his paws and is happiest when he can dream freely. Because of this he can be rather curious of new things but can also jump from one subject to the next, openly deciding what he wants for himself. However this also means he can sometimes step out of line, feeling he has the right to do as he pleases.

-|Venal|- Clampaw is inexperienced in the ways of adult warriors, unsure of their dramas but very trusting of their teachings. This innocence may set him up as prey to others, for why he is not necessarily gullible his own ignorance and naivety can be dangerous. This could also be caused by his inherent belief that everyone has some good in them.

-|Insecure|-  Having grown up in the shadow of his brother and sister, Clampaw has always had a feeling of hidden providence inside, spurred by wanting to be better it causes him to question if he is of any use to the clan or to his friends. He is very self-critical, feeling that his best is often sub par in comparison to others. He does not take criticism well and may become personally hurt by small comments quite easily. 


Likes| Fireflies . Stars . Exploring . Smiles 
Dislikes| Being Alone . Loud Noises . Scary Bugs . Scary anything 

Dreams| He doesn't really want much for himself yet, if anything he wants his siblings to achieve their own dreams!
Fears| Separation is his biggest fear, he constantly worries about losing his family.

How his parents, Moonspots and Darkrain, came to be: Beautifully written by adderclaw229 on snowpaw's application.

|Birth|

    Born on the first snowfall of a cold winter, Clamkit was a quiet thing, a small puff of grey nuzzling for his mother's milk. The pregnancy hadn't been a perfect one, his sister Snowkit was the runt of the litter and had almost passed during the night, but despite this the family stayed together, surviving the storm. He barely remembers the chill and frost of that season, for when he was snuggled close to his mother all he could comprehend was warmth and love. 

    Living as a kit in RiverClan had it's perks, for one a kitten could always feel safer knowing the clan's camp had it's own moat. Clamkit was one to worry about such things, but yet also be infinitely curious about them. He spent many days simply watching most things: from studying older cats and how to talked to sitting by the river, mesmerized by his messy reflection. Life was peaceful to him, and he could only look at things in a positive light, the strings of youth tieing him closely to everything around him, to him home and to every cat who touched his life.

    His siblings were also a constant in his life, always there to help him along. To him, he saw his family as his safety net, a warm den he could run to during his times of need. He loved them equally but surely got into more trouble by Duck-kit's side, often following the other tom into mischief. With his sister, Snowkit, he felt a more emotional bond, feeling they could talk for long hours into the night, simply about growing up or what it'd be like to be warriors. In time, Clamkit turned 6 moons old and went on to receive his mentor.

|School Days|

    Clampaw has only been an apprentice for a moon yet he already finds growing up to be a challenge. The world is still so strange and scary to him, and while his mind is open to learning his heart yearns for his own path away from simply the warrior code. This is it's own mystery, for he's not quite sure of what he wants yet. For now he is enjoying his childhood, hoping to keep up with his siblings in the scheme of living.
 

Father| Darkrain
Mother| Moonspots 
Siblings| Duckpaw & Snowpaw

Mate|none
Offspring| none

Mentor| ---
Apprentice| --- 

|Key|
 = Stranger |    = Curious of 
 = Acquaintance |    = Friend
 = Good Friend |   = Best Friend
 = Family |   = Related to
 = Ally |   = Respects
 = Uncertain of/ Danger |   = Enemy
 = Dislikes |    = Hates
 = Crush |   = Love
 Mate
 Unknown state
Deceased

|RiverClan|

Darkrain| | | |
My daddy, ah well, I guess I'm a lil too old to be calling him that... my father is mysterious to me, I'd really like to talk to him sometime though. Dear dad, what was it like being an apprentice? Did you find it hard too? 

Moonspots| | ||
My mommy! I know her a lot more than my daddy, she was always with me and my siblings in the nursery. She is really beautiful, I'm proud to say I got some-a her spots.

Snowpaw| | |
My really caring and loving sister- she turned out the smallest but sometimes she seems like the biggest with her heart! Is that a nice thing to say? I hope so... I wouldn't wanna upset her. I really like exploring with her, she makes me feel safe...

Duckpaw| | |
My brother, we play all the time and he's really really cool! He's just really fun to talk to and so funny- I wanna get outa my shell a bit more and be like him! 

|ThunderClan|

-None Yet

|WindClan|

-None Yet

|ShadowClan|

-None Yet

|SkyClan|

-None Yet

Gallery

links to any pictures or documents that contain him

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Roleplay Preferences

✔ Notes | prefered

✔ Skype | not my fave but okay

✔ Chats | again, not my fave but im flexible

✔ Forum | good

✔ Comments | n' dandy



✔  G/PG | boring

✔ PG-13 | yup

✔ Mature | y e s  p l e a s e

✔ Crack | yas

Rp Example:

    The moon shone on the quiet surface of the pool, it's holy disk only broken momentarily by the rippling of a new wave. Crisp water lapped at the shore as it was displaced by a small shadow, a young tom out and about for an evening swim. His silver dotted pelt rimmed with white as he shone in the shallow light, his thick crest of fur dripping as he left the waters and shook himself out- gem like droplets leaving his pelt poofed up like a cloud. He giggled childishly at his reflection in the pool, smiling sheepishly at himself as he leaned over, noticing how much bigger he looked with his fur flared so awkwardly.

    "Whatta silly mousebrain~" He scolded himself with another giggle, "You're gonna get in trouble..."

    With a sigh he turned to leave- it had been a full week since he could actually sleep through the night, something inside kept waking him up and leaving him lying about till morning. Finally he had decided that some exercise would help him and went for a stroll, finding to pool to only spend the night bathing. He blinked his dewy eyes- nope, still not tired!

    He looked down at his paws, carefully putting one after the other, the snow tipped toes sinking into the muddy earth, when he heard a faint cricket. He lowered himself instinctively, pelt bristling as it started again. What was that piercing noise? He was still rather young, and had only just started to get out and about RiverClan's territory, there was still so much mystery to be solved out here. But, he decided then with a gulp, he did /not/ want to discover anything while alone in the middle of the night. Stalking forward he followed the sound of the noise... maybe it was just one of those frogs that Snowpaw had talked about? He remembered her mentioning their slimy skin and loud voices, the thought had scared him! But her calming voice had quickly quieted his growing fears, telling him that the lil buggers were nothing to worr- what was that! Another cricket! He whipped around, his eyes wide as he lashed his tail hoping to appear larger to his enemy.

    There in the middle of the path was a fat black cricket, it's small bead eyes looking up at the tom soulessly.

    Clampaw froze, staring at the bug- what was it going to d-"AAHH!" Clampaw squeaked as it hopped forward on his nose, obviously not afraid of him. He shook it off and ran home, teary as every shadow seemed to claw for him on the way. 

Clampaw © Tsuki-13
TBT © MlSTY
Application Sheet © ohsh
Lyrics - Waste by Foster the People
Warriors © Erin Hunter</sub>