Character Name: Darkfeather
Character Age: 14 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Nightclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Darkfire is a stalky tom with pitch black fur. Though in the darkness you can't tell, his fur has flecks of dark grey, almost black, along his pelt. His claws remain slightly longer than regular cats as well as his whiskers that are a pitch black but have white tips. His fur is slightly thicker than a short-haired cat. His stalky build allows him to run longer distances than most but slower in agility. Compared to a regular warrior, he falls slightly on the short size but uses that as an advantage in battles. His eyes are a beautiful dark green that contains flecks of forest green around the pupil, seemingly giving them an ominous look.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): This tom is a distant, like-of-solitude type of cat. He tends to stay in the shadows, blending in with the crowd. But, when you get past this hard-to-pass barrier of coldness, he can show to be a kind, loving, and caring tom. He tends to be a warrior code-fanatic and believes everyone should stick to it instead of fighting and seemingly tearing it apart. He rather prefers night hunting where he can get away from all his troubles rather than sleeping in the warriors den. Darkfeather, over all, is a quiet, hard-working tom and tends to keep a barrier around his heart, protecting him from the people around him.
---Likes (at least 3): Solitude, the quiet night, hunting in the dark forests of Nightclan territory
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Dishonor to the warrior code, cats that act as if their better than their clan mates, twolegs
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Stamina, hunting, stealth
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Climbing, running swiftly, he dislikes fighting{as he thinks every clan should just follow the rules set by their ancestors and get along}
History (8 or more sentences): As a kit, his mother had died when he was two moons old. He was born as a rogue and was one of the two that survived through the harsh winds of winter. At the age of 5 moons, he had stumbled upon Nightclan. Though most of the clan mates had been reluctant to accept him, the leader allowed him to stay with the clan. Through the long moons, he managed to gain the clan's trust, starting with the elders and ending with the warriors. Most of his background remains a mystery because of the pain that comes with retelling the stories. He never found out what happened to his sister, Snow, but believed and hoped that she had found a safe place instead of the reality of what happened. After a while, a certain she-cat slowly got him to open up. Frankly enough, it was the new leader, Willowstar who had been an apprentice when he joined. Though their relationship has not grown farther yet, they remain close friends and good allies.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Darkfeather padded through the forest, the moon light shining down, causing his black pelt to glow a dull grey. His ominous dark green eyes watched the movements of the undergrowth behind him. His long tail flicked slowly as he opened his jaws to breath in the scents of the prey around him. He had always liked night hunts. It seemed to sooth him and help him forget the problems of the clan that tended to haunt his night mares.
Spotting a mouse scuffling along the ground, the tom dropped into a crouch. Haulting the flicking of his tail, he slowly stalked forward, his gaze intent on the succulent piece of prey. Lunging, he batted it away from his burrow, blocking the only means of escape. A growl rumbled in the back of his throat as the black tom pounced again, this time pinning the still-dazed prey to the ground. With a swift blow to the neck, the prey laid still forever more. Picking the still warm rodent up delicately between his razor-sharp teeth, the tom padded back towards camp.
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