The Wanderer

[Arrisa]

Name: Spottedfur
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Breezeclan
Rank: Warrior
Physical:

Spottedfur is an orange tabby, she has a line of dark orange fur running from her head to the tip of her tail. This line splits into spots that cover her sides and legs. Her belly is white and so is the fur around her eyes and nose. She has dark gray eyes that are a striking contrast to her bright fur, they are bold and catching, seeming to hold more knowledge than her young age would allow. She is very sleek, with wiry muscles that make her a very fast runner and a great hunter. She has smooth facial features and is a lovely cat. She has wickedly sharp claws and teeth, making her great in battle. Her legs are shorter than most cats in Breezeclan, but she makes up for it with powerful leaps and a strong stride.

Personality:

Spottedfur is a very laid back she-cat, but don't let her pretty face deceive you, she is as fierce as any tom, if not more so, when it comes to battle.

Spottedfur has a tendency to fool cats in believing that she is careless. She is anything but, and she uses this to catch her enemies off guard. She is cunning, and strategic when it comes to hunting and battle.

Her eyes are almost half-way closed, as if she is in constant contemplation, which is usually the case. She is very apt to think before jumping into a situation.

She was given the nickname 'The Wanderer' when she would disappear for hours on end, only to come back and sleep. She, when having time to relax, not fighting or out collecting prey for the clan, would let herself be guided away by a flitting butterfly.

She is a very social cat when she wants to be, but is definitely a loner when it comes to hunting. She doesn't like having distractions while on the hunt.

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History:

Kit: Spottedkit was a troublemaker in her prime. She was always leaving the camp, chasing after a curious mouse, and disappearing, causing her parents to send out a search party. She was usually brought back with her tiny orange tail tucked between her legs, carried by her scruff back to the disapproving glares of her parents. Thus the name... Wanderer.

Apprentice:Spottedpaw was an excellent apprentice. She was never a complainer, she knew what was necessary to become the warrior she so longed to be. She picked off ticks with mouse bile, while only wrinkling her nose to show her distaste. She trained with a ferocity that almost shocked, but also pleased her mentor. She proved her worth enough to show that she would be a worthy warrior, and so she got her name.

Warrior:Spottedfur got her warrior name after three months of training. She is still very proud of that.

Roleplay Sample:

Breathing shallowly through her mouth to keep from making noise, Spottedfur hid in the tall grass. She smelled prey. A gray rabbit munched on leaves not too far from where she lay. She checked the air, it was blowing to her, the rabbit would not know she was there until she was sinking her teeth into its plump hide. She licked her lips just thinking about it. The rabbit raised its head. Spottedfur hunkered down lower, trying to hide her bright pelt from those beady eyes. Its ears pricked up, raising up on its back legs to get a better view.

It took off at a dead run, heading toward the woods. "Dang it, that's not our territory!" She took off after it, using her strong back legs to propel her across the grassy field. She quickly gained on it, jumping at the last stride to pounce on the terrified rabbit. She picked up the limp body by the neck, ready to take it back to the pile she had already made near the camp. They would eat well tonight. "My only question is..What scared my rabbit?" Her voice was muffled by the rabbit's fur as she glanced around. It was most likely another cat...Probably from another clan seeing as she was so close to the border. She shrugged and turned tail, letting her paws guide her back to the camp.

Other:

Form completion: Yes

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