Feralstar

[Abby]

Name: Feralstar
Clan: DrizzleClan
Rank: Leader
Gender: Tom
Age: 45 moons
Description: Feralstar is muddy red with dark and light brown splotches placed randomly along his pelt. His eyes are green with light hints of stone-blue. With his long, supple legs, he's a great hunter as well as a distraction in battle. Even though he's rather lithe, he's a worthy opponent.
Personality: Feralstar is the type of cat who doesn't like being proved wrong, but admits defeat when it stares him in the face. He wants the best for his Clan, and believes he can give it to them if he works hard enough. He clings fast to the warrior code, and promises to never abandon it. His hobbies are: going on dawn patrol, catching and eating voles, setting out patrols every morning, and sleeping.
History: Feralstar's warrior name was Feralstorm, which fit his personality as a kit very well. He almost always got into trouble by either attempting to swim in the Shimmering River, or climbing trees in the Canopy of Trees. Once, he wandered off into SparkClan's camp, which was surrounded by a moat, by following the Shimmering River. When he got back to DrizzleClan, he didn't stop boasting for a moon. As an apprentice, Feralstar was very rambunctious and outgoing, and eager to learn. In his first moon of training, he could barely ever stay still and was often scolded for scaring the prey away. As a warrior, he was a lot calmer, whipped into shape by his mentor. He grew stubborn, but also caring for his Clanmates. He hunted at least twice a day, and sometimes three when he could manage. When he became a leader, more responsibility was piled up onto him, and he couldn't find as much time to hunt. Instead, he made sure his Clan was well-looked after and that the freshkill pile was full every day.
RP example: Feralstar's ears twitched as he noticed a watervole just a few foxlengths away. He was lucky that it didn't spot him even though he was so close, and sent a silent prayer to StarClan for setting him downwind. It was early newleaf, and the Clan really needed freshkill after their brief famine. He slowly stalked towards the mouse-like rodent, all his senses alert in case it decided to run away. His pawsteps were placed carefully and deliberately so that he didn't accidentally crackle the debris underpaw. When he was only a single foxlength away, he bunched his hind muscles together and leaped into the air. He seemed to hang there for a splitsecond, until he landed a rabbithop away from the watervole. As quick as lightning, he swiped his paw forward and sent the rodent to its death.
Codeword: «accepted»