Character Name: Scorchfeather
Character Age: 31 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Scorchfeather is a golden-brown tabby with a dappled derma. His canvas is oily and slick, a good advantage for swimming. Scorchfeather's right scope is a icy-blue threaded with green, but his left scope is milky and white, due to an accident involving a tree falling and a splinter. He has a lanky constitution and large harks, which makes up for his blind left eye, providing him with keen senses for hunting. He wears a dusty red bandanna around his nape and he speaks with a deep southern drawl. It is unknown where he got his bandanna.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Scorchfeather has always been angry ever since the accident, but he holds it in. In fact, he barely ever talks and prefers to keep to himself. If he ever does speak, he only utters short phrases. Although his milky scope gives him a creepy appearance, he is very good with kits and the kits usually look past his milky eye. But he's awkward around mature felines.
---Likes (at least 3): Water, kits, battles
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Trees, blood, heights
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): He has keen senses, long appendi which grants him swift running, he's clever, and his slick and oily fur which makes him water-repellant
---Weaknesses (At least 3): He can't see out of his left scope, afraid of heights, terrified to climb a tree.
History (8 or more sentences): Scorchfeather used to live with Twolegs in a cabin in the woods ever since he was a kit. This might be where the bandanna comes from. But one day, he went with his Twolegs while they chopped timber, and when a tree fell it killed both of his Twolegs and one of the splinters caught his scope. It was bleeding very bad, so thankfully he had his brother, who took care of him until he could cope. The two brothers hunted and fought together as rogues for a few moons, and then when they had both matured, they went their own seperate ways. Scorchfeather found ShadowClan, a Clan he instantly fell in love with. It is unknown where his brother is. He still is on the lookout for him and never gives up hope that he's still alive.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Scorchfeather trudged into the moonlit clearing, his harks swiveling and his maxilla parting as he tried to sense any hints of prey. The mouth-watering scent of a squirrel filled his nostrils, and not soon after he heard a tiny nibbling sound and leaves rustling. He turned slowly, his eye narrowing into a slit as he spotted the gray creature. The golden warrior lowered his constitution to the ground, slithering forward like a snake. As soon as he was within a few mouse-lengths of the little guy, he came to a halt. Now to calculate how much power he would need to reach the squirrel. Considering how strong his hind appendi were and how close the squirrel was, he probably wouldn't even need to try. He let his hooks slide out of their silk and the muscles bunch in his hind appendi. Suddenly, he pushed off of the terra with his hindpaws, hooking his claws into its tail and slamming it against the cold and unforgiving terra. With lightning-fast movement, he cut off its squeak of terror with a clean nip to the neck.
Comments (optional): Scorchfeather is nicknamed 'Cap'.