redstar, stormclan, tom

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Name: Redstar
Age: 25-moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Leader
Eye Color: Hazel
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Appearance:

He is a solid dark ginger tom. His fur is short. Under sunlight, it seems as though his fur caught on fire. His eyes are a deep hazel, sometimes orange, other times yellow. His tail is long and fluffy.

Personality:

He is incredibly stubborn and persevering. Once he sets his sights on something, it is nearly impossible to make him give up. He is passionate, but very sly and secretive. He seems warm and friendly to most cats, but there is a darker side to him. Like most cats of StormClan, they are great fighters and accustomed to harsh weather. Sometimes Redstar can seem somewhat patronizing.

History:

The truth is that he wasn't a full clan cat. In fact, the true origins of this cat is unknown, and some believe he doesn't even even a drop of clan blood in his veins. He was born in a small litter of 2 cats; himself and a brother named Rock. Their parents, Slash and Rain, are both fierce fighters, and wander the lands. One day, as they pass through the city, the rogues and loners clash in a war.

Slash is severely wounded, and soon dies afterwards. Rain takes Rock and Redkit, who was known as Red, and they soon come across the clans. It is near the end of leafbare, but it is severe. Rain and Rock soon catch green cough, but somehow Red is spared. When they died, Red ran away into the forest, but it was midnight. When he accidentally charged topspeed into a tree on StormClan territory, he was knocked out, and lost all memory of his old family. He was let into the clan, and soon rose up through the ranks.

RP Example:

A red shape tramped through the thin layer of snow, sure-footed despite the occasional puddle of slush. Though the sky was cloudy, rays of sunlight shone down onto the forest floor, lighting his fur on fire. New leaf was in the air, bringing new prey, new herbs, and new kits. The air grew warmer and warmer as each day passed, melting the snow and frost that coated the forest floor.

Already the hunter could hear smaller animals stirring in their burrows and nests, awaking, finally, as the long, harsh season of leafbare drew to a close. Redstar swiped a tongue over his jaws, already able to taste the fresh-kill.

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