{Intro} Hi, I’m Feather and i’m applying for little Oakkit! {Personally} Short- +Kind +Loyal -Dumb -Stubborn =Sensitive =Joking Long- Kind: Oak always looks out for his clan mates, always willing to lend a paw or be a shoulder to cry on. He’s generally friendly to all cats unless he has reasons not to be, and he hates to see them be mean to each other, often making him the peacemaker. Loyal: He’s very dedicated to his clan and the cats he care about most. He would do anything to protect his clan, especially his friends and family, even with his life. Dumb: He’s not the sharpest claw on the paw, and he tends to miss things that might be obvious to others. He can be a little clueless sometimes about what’s going on around him. Stubborn: Once Oakkit sets his mind to something, it’s nearly impossible to get him to change his mind. Even if there’s clearly more reason in a different answer, her simply won’t budge, mostly because of his hidden pride that makes him hate being wrong. Sensitive: He tends to be more in tune with his emotions than other cats. He’s quite empathetic and feels for others, but he also gets his feelings hurt easily, even though her tries to hide it. Joking: He can be quite unserious and tends to joke around a lot, even in tense situations. He’s very playful and sarcastic in a silly way but he also has a bit of a hard time reading when and when it’s not a good time to crack a joke. {Identify} Gender: Male Pronouns: He/him Sexuality: Pansexual {Codeword} Jolly Roger? (idk i looked it up and this is what came up on the website :sob:) {Disabilities/disorders} He will have ADHD, which i have irl and he’ll have the same symptoms and severity as me {Roleplay Example} Oakkit leaped onto a small stump, grinning as he looked over the camp. “Mom! Mom look!” He called out, however she was too far away to hear him. He sighed in frustration, sure he could get off the stump, but that was not fun, so instead he jumped up and down and called louder “Mooooommm! MOOOOMMM!”. Soon he lost his footing from jumping and tumbled right of the stump. “oof…” he groaned, muzzle buried in the ground.
