Character Name:Patchfur
Character Age: 10 moons
Gender: Male
Alliance: Hawkclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Patchfur is a brown and white cat the brown color is a amber-dirt color that looks stunning in the sun. He has amber eyes that almost always look emotionless and is very muscular especially around his legs and chest. His stomach has a nice tuck so it is a sign that he is healthy. He has slender paws that help his move swiftly around logs and boulders in the forest. Patchfur has half of his face covered in the amber-dirt color while the other part of his face is white. Patchfur always keeps his coat well kept and you barely see him with it all messed up.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Patchfur is very tough and very strong he likes others to think he's the toughest warrior. He won't let anyone push him around and often doesn't take, "No." for a answer. He can be a stubborn cat some times which others really hate about him. He is solitary and doesn't like others that get in his face and are obnoxiously friendly. However deep inside Patchfur is a softy, only a few cats see his soft side. He is very nice to people he can trust such as old clan mates but horribly dislikes strangers and rogues.
---Likes (at least 3): Friends, Hunting, Fighting, Running.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Crazy cats, rude cats, Brokenstar, Rats, kit stealers.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): He is muscular, He has god self esteem.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Cats in need, Gore, Thunderpath monsters.
History (8 or more sentences): Patchfur was born a loner with his three siblings. All of which were stolen or killed by rogues that wanted to avenge his father for killing their cruel leader. Since Patchfur was the only kit left the parents had, his father, Blacktail trained him very hard to become a warrior. Sometimes his father wouldn't let him eat until he had caught rabbits or birds for the family of three. His mother however, loved him to death and when Patchfur decided to leave she was horribly sad. After saying their good-byes Patchfur left and joined Hawkclan and became a warrior. Other cats labeled him as a rogue, he hated that and became even more solitary than he was before. Few cats tried to become his friends most of them all failed and Patchfur to the present, day still remains a solitary cat with barley a handful of friends.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Patchfur sat in the camp his tail curled around his brown paws. The patrol cats called for assistance and him and a she-cat warrior ran to assist the patrol. A group of five rogues were hissing and spitting and trying to steal prey in their territory! Patchfur's fur fluffed up and he hissed and tried to smack one of the rogues faces with his paw. He spat and hissed and soon the cowardly rogues ran off with a few warning bites and claw marks. He turned away from the patrol as they meowed in celebration and touched noses. He meowed in annoyance and walked back to the clan alone. The clan was worried about what had happened. As a cat asked him he replied, "Nothing. Just cowardly rogues." and he went the the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a finch to eat. He peeled the feathers off and began to eat. He wasn't that hungry but, at least cats wouldn't annoy him while he ate. He sat up and narrowed his eyes as the rest of the patrol came in.
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