Character Name: Rustspots
Character Age: 35 moons
Gender: Male
Alliance:ScarClan
Rank: Member
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Has a thick brown tabby fur the color of oak bark with thick, pronounced lines. He has mysterious green eyes the color of grass. He has a scar running down the side of his face, created by a rival he cannot remember when he was a youth. He is of a rather small size, and he has a medium length, and so is his muzzle. He is rather muscular, with muscles rippling under his brown tabby fur, you can only see through his thick coat. He seems to have almost bushy eyebrows near his green eyes. His stripes are not exactly a black color, but dark brown.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): He bland a lot and cannot seem to keep his muzzle shut. He cannot keep a secret due to his constant talking. Although, he is a very good character and can almost see the true cat hidden beneath its pelt. This was developed as a kit. He is also rather excitable, jumping at a medium sound that happens where he cannot see. He is cautious around strangers, trying to judge their character by the way they act. He stalks in the shadows watching newcomers to see is they are friend or maybe foe.
---Likes (at least 3): beef, fighting, eating
--- Dislikes (at least 3): birds, deep water, climbing trees
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): muscular limbs, self regulation, leadership
---Weaknesses (At least 3): unreliable, difficult, unforgiving.
History (8 or more sentences): When he was still about 14 moons old, tragedy struck. His sister, of whom he had an extremely close bond with, was killed by a badger. He has been coping with the death of Mossflare. He, since then, has been unwilling to let anyone but a few distant friends into his personal life. And then, when he was 18 moons old, his father was killed by a coyote. His name was Dreamcloud. He was not that attached to him, but yet again he felt pangs of grief. He was born the runt of his litter, and now the two cats that had nudged him to the top were gone. He then, through grief, solitarily confined himself and often hid in dark corners and secluded areas where he could think. But now at the age of 34 moons, he has come out of his shell little by little and has healed.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Rustspots hid in the shadows of the star sprinkled night, his mysterious green eyes glowing as he watched a Formica hiding in between the old chipped cobblestones.
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