[Aquarius]

Name
Jayleap
Age
15 Moons (New Warrior)
Gender
Male
Appearance
Jaycall is a white tom with black spots on his paws, tail, and back, and he also has a few around his eyes and on his muzzle. He sports a long tail and black pawpads and ears. His fur is rather medium-length and soft, but a little longer on his tail giving him a "fluffy" appearance.
Personality
Jaycall is a rather quiet cat. He likes to look at things and think about them before making any assumptions, but he is in no way an orator. Though smart, he can never find the courage to voice his thoughts, so no one can know his true mindset. With this, he is a good listener, and makes friends with a lot of talkative cats so they can vent for he won't interrupt. He is quite loyal but not totally silent, and will speak when he needs to. He is rather mature for his age and has been since he was an apprentice, since he was found on the border as a kit and taken in by the Clan at a very young age, but still old enough to be weaned. He is also friendly and playful, and well-liked among his Clanmates. He tends to take things playfully only if he knows the situation's not serious, for he cares deeply for the good of his Clan. Despite this, he has a growing fear of death that haunts him every day, almost making him scared to live, although he tries to ignore it.
PPD
0.77 (and growing! I took a small hiatus right after the new site was implemented, but I have long since been back.)
Roleplay Example

 

The molly sniffed the violets her owners had planted a season ago, their sickly sweet scent filling her nose. She opened her mouth slightly to scent them and drew in a deep breath, the flower hitting her right in her face. She jumped backwards, coughing and spitting at the sticky yellow substance dusted on her muzzle. She sneezed and wiped it off as much as she could, coughing and spluttering all the way. When she was sufficiently clean she huffed, her collar jingling and making a large racket. She heard something from behind her and jumped around, bristling, her soul filling with glee, thinking it was her TwoLeg. She almost began to purr, but when she saw the strange black molly, her voice died and she tilted her head. A new cat? Oriole thought, growing excited. Oh, how she loved meeting the new housecats. Giving a little energetic bounce on her paws, Oriole bounded forward, the young cat looking up at the molly with gleaming eyes. She skidded short of her and stopped.
"Hello!" Greeted Oriole, her tail curled over her back. At a closer inspection, she thought it was weird that the cat didn't seem to have a collar. Oriole often thought it was irresponsible when a TwoLeg didn't let their cat have a collar. What if they got lost? What if this cat was lost? "My name is Oriole," she introduced herself, although the strange cat was clearly older and larger than her. "What's your name?" She purred, hoping she was going to make a new friend. The more friends she had, the happier she was.

Do you plan on taking any hiatuses/small vacations in the next couple of days?
Nope!
Anything else
Good luck to everyone participating!!