Character Name: Mousefang.
Character Age: Five years.
Gender: Tom.
Alliance: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior.
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Mousefang is a large dark brown tabby tom with long, somewhat matted fur that needs constant grooming and often goes uncleaned for a few days. He has white toes and a white snout, but otherwise his pelt is covered in varying shades of brown. His eyes are bright amber, and they seem to glow in the darkness, even when there is no light to be found. He seems well-fed due to his massive amount of fur, but underneath he is a normal sized clan cat. He has a long, fox-like tail and short, powerful legs. His ears are large and wide-set, and he has many characteristics of a Mane Coon cat.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Mousefang is cat of many faces. He is quiet and mellow around those he does not know well, but outgoing and loud-spoken around those he is familiar with. He is a deep thinker, constantly watching his surroundings and fully aware of what's going on at any given time, which makes him an excellent guard or patrol cat. He is generally very friendly to everyone he meets, but he can be rude and grumpy when angered or upset, or when someone he cares for is hurt. He is intelligent, but can often be lazy if not encouraged regularly. He loves kits and apprentices and is fond of being a mentor; he's very patient with young cats and doesn't mind having to repeat lessons. He can, however, get impatient with older cats who disobey orders or don't understand simple requests. He can be a bit bossy and assumes leadership when those around him are submissive enough to accept it.
---Likes (at least 3): Nighttime and watching the stars, patrolling and border checks, journeying to new places, and Gatherings with the other clans.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Kittypets and loners, Twolegs and their monsters, and storms.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Extremely alert, excellent at making battle plans, swims well, protective.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Has trouble thinking quickly in emergencies, can come off as rude and demanding, slower in battle due to size, overly ambitious at times.
History (8 or more sentences): Mousefang was a loner, lost and abandoned after his mother rejected him at birth. A warrior from a nearby clan, LeafClan, found him when he was around two moons old and took him in as a member of the clan. The same warrior later took him under her wing and trained him into warriorhood. He quickly became a clan-favorite and soon after took on a mate and kits. Later in his life, he subbed for the LeafClan deputy briefly while he was away looking for new territory, and he enjoyed the job and responsibility; he was even hesitant to step down and allow the old deputy his position back. He vowed to someday become the permanent deputy, but when the time came, his mate was chosen for the position instead of him. He slowly became bitter and eventually left the clan, his mate, and his two kits and journeyed until he stumbled into ThunderClan territory, where he was hesitantly accepted and made a warrior. He has since then been watched carefully by many of the more senior ThunderClan warriors.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Mousefang watched the night sky over ThunderClan territory, wondering silently where StarClan would take him next. He did not feel fully accepted here, what with the watchful, judgmental eyes always burning into his fur with every step he took. But he could not blame these cats; he too would have been, at the very least, suspicious of a mysterious cat who knew of the clan's ways showing up and offering his services to a clan he had never known before. Sighing, he stood and turned toward the camp entrance, planning to roam about a bit, perhaps do some late night hunting to clear his mind. As he flexed his claws and crouched down, preparing to run into the night, a shape dashed in front of him, blocking the exit.
"And where do you think you're going?"
Foxdung, thought Mousefang. Another night of burning eyes on my pelt. He let out a small growl as he retreated back to the warrior's den. As he lay down, staring absentmindedly at the wall, he wondered when ThunderClan would treat him more like a warrior and less like a newborn kit.
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