User blog:Usakii/Troutslip - Warrior Cat OC

 Username: Usakiii (Three I's)

Rank Wanted: Warrior 

 Description:

Troutslip is a sweet, soft-hearted, Chartreux tom with a plump stomach, chubby legs and fluffy cheeks and rather potent amber eyes. He's a little bit on the chunky side and with his ridiculously woolly pelt, he looks like a cloud on legs.

He's probably one of the most optimistic people to be a nervous trainwreck, this walking furball with the mouth of a sailor is painfully oblivious to his surroundings. Most anything could accidentally scare him due to the fact that he spaces out so easily.

Troutslip is enthusiastic and loves to talk, though he almost always ends up going off on bizarre, unrelated tangets. He forgets things easily, and often skews his tasks in the most ironic way possible as a form of compromise. Once he takes interest in someone platonically, it's easy for him to get attached and swear loyalty to them, even if he's only known them for ten minutes. As a result, his friendliness and trusting nature is often taken advantage of. He's very emotional on both ends, he will cry over anything and laugh way too hard at something that isn't really funny to begin with.

 He is ambitious but lacks the confidence and forethought to follow it instead of tackling issues as they surface. This isn't because he isn't trying, he just spends an awful lot of time planning for future events. It just so happens that the things he plans for are irrelevant or he just forgets the more important ones, which presents him the dilemma of having to think on his paws. He likes to think that making "great puns" on the dot counts as thinking on his paws, but I think we all know better.

 Roleplay examples:

 Fighting:

<p style="text-align:center;"> Troutslip pounced on the large cat. While trying to get a good grip on the felines scruff, he clawed his way up their back, clinging on their pelts for dear life as they started to squirm in pain. He managed to reach over their head, sinking his claws into their already bleeding eyelids in a feeble, but passable attempt to make them both blind and distracted. Narrowly evading a hit, he leapt back off, flicking his tail in a defensive manner as he weaved between their legs to try and claw their abdomen.

<p style="text-align:center;"> Hunting:

<p style="text-align:center;"> Trout set his chunky paws on the edge of a branch. Climbing up the trunk gently, he stirred, slinking up again on the narrow stretch of bark as rustling emerged from the foliage. Seeing his target, he crept towards the birds nest, his golden eyes glinting as he delivered a swift swipe to the bundle of twigs, killing a young mother-bird inside. Satisfied, he carried the bird from it's wing, trying not to fall as he leapt from branch to branch.

<p style="text-align:center;"> Regular:

<p style="text-align:center;"> Troutslip laid on his side on a cool rock, the stifling heat starting to suffocate him in his own pelt. He glanced towards a small group of kits, splashing each other in a small puddle, their mothers abruptly scolding and cleaning them as they mewled in protest. He chuckled lightly, amused by their antics before he got up, licking his dirty paws, before padding over to the fresh-kill pile.

<p style="text-align:center;"> Regular:

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<p style="text-align:center;"> Mate/Crush: My friend Articula's OC, Skyeflower.

<p style="text-align:center;"> Books read: Into The Wild to The Last Hope

<p style="text-align:center;"> Past Group: Hounds Of Odious

<p style="text-align:center;"> Reason for leaving: Disbanding

<p style="text-align:center;"> Freechat?: Unfortunately, no

<p style="text-align:center;"> Themesong

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