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  The young tom's gaze went back to his paws, thinking over what the elder had just said. Bitterface's tales were helping him get his mind off of things, at least. Though, he felt slightly like a kit, sitting here and listening to elders reminisce. "That's good, then." The albino stated, before standing up rather abruptly from where he had been laying. He must have looked so strange, being there like that. "But I must get to hunting, f-" "Watch what you say." "for the Clan and all... I'll bring you back something in return for the stories." Tutterpaw meowed quietly, eyes going a little distant.
  'Peppers.' He would remember that, maybe even try and find himself a few, just to keep around. He didn't even know why, but it just felt right for some reason. "Thank you." He added quietly, turning his strange-colored eyes to the older tom one last time before bounding out of camp.

- Tiny Time-Skip ~3~ -

  It was a wonder the tom knew how to hunt. Okay, he wasn't very good at it, but he knew the basics. Maybe if he got lucky he could find a wounded rabbit, or maybe even something that just sort of gave out. The tom wandered WindClan's territory as quietly as possible, making sure to keep as light on his paws as he knew how. He'd went on two or three training sessions with other apprentices, always promising to find himself his own mentor beforehand. Like he was going to be that cat; bothering warriors day and night about training him. Tutterpaw barely got to finish that thought, though, before he spotted something- a small group of baby bunnies. They looked to be crowded around something, but the albino didn't pay that much attention to what it was.
  Crouching down, the tom got into a loose hunter's crouch- which, in all honesty, was terrible- and bounded towards the baby rabbits. They instantly scattered, but not before the young apprentice was able to trap one of the slowest ones under his paws. It wiggled and squirmed, almost getting away multiple times, before the cat put an end to it. It was then that he got a look at what they had been gathered around, a very small older rabbit that could barely pass off as such. It was skinny and probably didn't have enough to feed an apprentice on it's bones, so the tom concluded that it had somehow starved to death. It had probably been injured and was unable to find it's own food, being out here in the middle of nowhere, he guessed.
  Oh well. Prey was prey. Finding some brush not to far off, Tutterpaw hid his 'catch' where he could find it later, padding off to look for some peppers. They would probably be near the twoleg-place, since he had never heard of cats talking about finding them in WindClan territory. So, hopefully he wouldn't get caught sneaking off to find some. Hopefully.

  His pinkish-red eyes grew slightly wider at that, the albino nervously worrying his bottom lip. It was never a good thing to get on the older cat's bad sides, Tutterpaw knew, so he decided to try and watch what he said from now on. At first he had wanted to go off on the older she-cat, his pelt prickled slightly with the held-in rage, but this was Gracideasilhouette. She was the Medicine Cat, and after hearing what the elder had just said he knew it would be worse than ruining his non-existent chances of him becoming her apprentice if he just blew up right there.
  Tutterpaw decided to glare quietly at the ground, not paying much attention to the reminiscing tom near him. The young apprentice stretched out both his fore-legs this time, sinking all his front claws into the ground at once. He set his pure white head in-between his legs, staring at his paws in thought. Why was he even thinking about Medicine Cats in the first place? He should be focused on finding a mentor and his warrior training, like any normal apprentice. "Bitterface, do the Medicine Cats still use those peppers?" The albino asked quietly, trying not to get himself too worked up about it, swishing his thin rat-like tail on the ground.

Thanks, Vizzy.~ ^3^
(Oh my Prussia, Mir, I love that nick-name.~ X3)

My bio is here.~ ^3^

Name:
Tutterkit ~ Tutterpaw ~ Tutterweisslacker
{weisslacker - a German cheese, which name means 'whitewashed'}

Age:
6 moons

Gender:
Tom

Alliance:
WindClan

Rank:
Apprentice

Appearance :
 This tom was always the weak type, skinny and small frame setting on often stumbling paws. He appears almost like a rat, with his thin shoulders and long skinny tail. It doesn't help much that his face also holds that rodent-like look, with his long muzzle and short, largely spaced, slightly rounded ears. His nose is small too, a light, pale little-girl's-room pink that sits in his elongated snout. Tutter's whiskers are short, snow white bristles that stick out of his cheeks almost all the time.
 To further insult this young tom-cat's appearance is his whiteout-colored pelt, and large pinkish-red eyes. Tutter being an albino, of course. Unlike a rodent, however, this cat does have small white pointed teeth, and retractable claws in a similar color. Though, all cats have these things, so I would be seriously worried if he didn't.

Personality :
 In a nutshell, it can be said that Tutter is a very misunderstood cat. On the outside he may seem apprehensive and wary, and to a certain point that may be true. He's very cautious as to who he befriends, having to watch someone very closely to assess whether or not they would be a good acquaintance or not. He also has this bad habit of giving people the eye; staring at them with his head tilted half-down and glaring full-force. Some would call him paranoid, and in a way, that, too, is true.
 Though, on the inside this tom doesn't really see himself as so unsocial. His feelings truly get hurt when no-cat wants to come and share fresh-kill with him, but he does find a way to deal with that. Tutter gets mean. The tom will hiss and curse at cats for random reasons, the littlest thing able to set him off in an instant. He just keeps his true emotions hidden deep down, under secure lock-and-key. Thus furthering himself from everyone else even more.
 If, and I mean if, you are somehow able to get past his barriers what you find may surprise you. You'd find some-cat whose scared, and who just wants someone to be there for him. And you'd be surprised to find that Tutter's a very clingy cat, and that he enjoys sitting out late at night to watch the moon rise over the horizon and every to see star appear in the sky. Some-cat who has a long way to go before they're truly at peace with themselves, but who could defiantly get there. What you find could just be considered beautiful.

---Likes :
- being with others
- watching the night sky
- honest cats
- peace
---Dislikes :
- cats who keep secrets
- not honest cats
- cats who judge a book by their cover
- cats who have no respect for the environment (hippie...)
- fights
- showing his true self
---Strengths :
- agility, small lithe body
- running
- learning
---Weaknesses :
- true combat
- verbalization
- social interaction
- tree-climbing

History :
 Originally born as Tutter in the Big Blue House, this young tom used to be a member if the Tribe of Rushing Water, or at least, his mom was. Not to soon before he was born, Tutter's mother left her home tribe and went off in search of a ship that could take her to Germany; where her mate had left for almost two moons prier. Unbeknownst to her, she was carrying his kits, and had only two while she was somewhere around the Clans. Later, a patrol came and found the young family, only to discover that they were a little too late. They found a young queen, curled around two kits- one long since dead, the other barely clinging to life- muttering to herself in a strange foreign language they did not know.
 After bringing the two breathing cats back to camp and burying the other they quickly found that the queen had lost her mind, approximately sometime between her kits' birth and when they found them, barely saying anything understandable. She kept referring the the small tom-kit as 'Tutter', and that was what they assumed his name to be. Knowing that the young kit would be better off with another family, they handed him over to another young queen who had recently lost her litter in a recent badger raid. The unnamed she-cat willingly swallowed some death-berries not long after.
 Life for Tutter after that was strange; he knew his 'mother' didn't really give birth to him, or even cared about him much. She had made it a point on many occasions to tell him so, after all. Though, no one ever told him about his real parents, where they are, or if he had any siblings. Since he had no memory of when he was very little, as most cats do not, all he had to go my were the whisperings of the older cats.
 Tutter recently turned six moons old and has been made an apprentice.

Roleplay Sample :
High Muse -

Lately it seemed that many a certain young tom's nights were restless; tonight being one of these occasions. He didn't exactly know why- okay, he did- but the tabby had decided to go for a walk towards the river instead of brooding. Then he planned to go to the WindClan border; solely for the nostalgia of it. The weather had been starting to turn cooler, for which this tom was thankful for; being the type to hate hot weather.

 And it didn't bother him all that much, really, that prey would be burrowing into dens in maybe a moon or less. Plants would still be in an abundance until leaf-bare started to poke it's ugly head in. That would be when things would go down hill, Woodenpaw knew, he had been told many times before. He was expected to die this year, he also knew that's what his mother used to whisper about; her poor little boy dying of hunger in leaf-bare because of his life-style.

 That was one of the things his used-to-be-potential-partner used to like about him, though. He was different. The gray tabby sighed, knowing this was a bad thing to be thinking about. Woodenpaw hadn't seen Joyride in over a moon, and he assumed the older tom had forgotten about him, or had left for StarClan. These thoughts had plagued him so much lately, hence why he couldn't drift off into the land of dreams these days.

 Padding further ahead the twelve-moon-old spotted another figure by the water, the reflection of the tom dancing lightly in the darkened river. He decided to hang back for a second, be with his thoughts for now, since that appeared to be what the other cat was doing anyways. There was something to he had to consider, something he needed to decide on soon.

 Woodenpaw didn't have any preferences in a partner, as long as he found someone who cared about him and loved him for just being him. Though, he had sworn of all relationships for awhile. And what was he thinking, about to walk right over to the border? This was all to much, the young tabby was tired, and he couldn't help but cry. But, cats can't cry, so he just started to shake a little, sobbing quietly under his breath. It was all to much, but there was another cat near by, so he had to try and hold in his little breakdown until he could at least get away. But he made a mistake, because this just made him hiccup before he could catch himself.

Normal Muse -

  Giggling lightly, the small tom-kit bounced over so he was side-touching with Twitterkit. The tabby then proceeded to place his paws at the base of her neck, and set his head lightly on his wrists. He couldn't help but laugh at himself doing this, because it probably looked very strange, but who really cared? Excentriquekit was never the type to really pay attention to what others said about him, he never really did mind. Most other cats would, but I guess that's where the name Eccentric came into play. "Twitter-y, Twitter-y, Twitterkit, would you like to meet my Moemi one day? I'm sure she's around somewhere, please!"
  Suddenly the young tom saw something so interesting, he had to go see it now. So, with the best of his abilities, Excen tried to climb over the she-kit, stumbling a bit and almost falling on his face, before bounding across the nursery to none other than a rock. It was a deep gray color, laced with almost bleached-looking sand-lines. "Ruscello, Ruscello, look at this! What's wrong with this rock? I think there's something trying to eat it, Ruscello!" The little tabby screeched, leading back suddenly and crouching down in a startled position. His eyes were wide, and he was looking at the lump of material like it would leap out at any moment and devour him. "D-Do you think that's even possible? Something eating a rock? 'Cause I tried to once, and it made my mouth leak that red stuff. Moemi wanted to take me to a Medi-Cat, but I wouldn't let her. I've heard sometimes cats never return after staying with them!" The young tom stood up, looking up at the Latin-named cat with scared, widened eyes.

Low Muse -

Trying his hardest to squeal louder than he had before, the small red point managed to raise the volume of his voice. The sound was barely a normal meow, but that was something. Canadiankit wiggled around, suddenly very conscious to the fact that he felt wet, and he wanted to be cleaned. He tried to get his mother's attention, but he only knew how to do that one way. And he had already tried that, had meowed as loud as his small lungs would, but it was barely even audible.

Comments :
 I'm not sure why, but his name is a complete reference to the mouse from Bear in the Big Blue House. Even though I haven't even thought about it since I was very little, Tutter just came to me when I was searching my brain for name ideas. I feel so weird right now...  (And these smiles are so cute.~)