Spottedfire - Warrior

[Alice_(Hyperactive Pixie)]

Name:: Spottedfire
Age:: 34 moons
Gender:: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:

Spottedfire is slightly smaller than the average cat, but usually takes her size to her advantage. She has a whtie coat, with specks of orange and red along it. Her eyes are a piercing amber, and spread slightly too far apart. Her whiskers and tail are long for her small size. She has a scar of a crescent moon above her left eye from a fierce battle. She has very muscular hind legs, and slightly below average muscular front legs.

Personality:

Spottedfire is probably considered your average warrior. She hunts and fights just like the rest of her clan. She has no mate, though wishes desperately she had one. Though, she would give up a mate if she needed to. She is extremely loyal to her clan, and would do anything her leader told her even if she believed it was wrong. She is a very fast runner, probably the fastest in her clan. Though, she can't fight as well as some of the other warriors in her clan. She puts up a tough act, sometimes lying just so people won't think she's emotionally distressed. She is a rather popular cat in her clan.

History:

Spottedfire's history is almost average. She was the same as any kit until her fourth moon, play fighting with her sibling and loving to have fun. It was at night when the normalness of her kithood change. It started with a mere cough of her only sibling, Firekit. It quickly turned into blackcough, and she caught it. She was sick for a whole moon, and nearly died. Firekit had a quick death because of the dreadful disease. She didn't become an apprentince until her 7th moon because of this, something she wasn't happy about. Her amazing mentor hadn't been available when she was 6 moons old, so it turned out to be good in the end. The rest of her life was pretty normal, or as normal as a warrior's life can truly be.

RP Example:

There was the slightest movement in the bushes, not enough to be truly noticed. There was a slit of pure amber eyes, not noticable unless you were truly looking for them. The mouse wasn't smart enough to pause and see if anyone was there. Spottedfire watched as the mouse hesitantly turned around, thinking it was perfectly safe. She crouched, barely moving the bushes again. Once again the mouse didn't pay close attention. She made a rather big leap for it, landing on the mouse precisely were she wanted to. That happened about 1/4 of the time for her, so she was happy. Before it could let out a cry of pain, she snapped it's neck, killing it swiftly. Immediately, she thanked Starclan for the prey. She gently picked up her mouse in her teeth, realizing how big it truly was. She breathed in, and over the smell of the mouse smelled the rest of her hunting party. She trotted over to them, to catch up before they headed back to camp.

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Accepted!
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