Fadedstar, leader of FireClan

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Name: Fadedstar
Age: 25-moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: FireClan
Rank: Leader
Eye Color: Silver-green
Description:

He has a very light, off-white pelt. Dark reddish-brown stripes wrap around his paws and tail. There are also reddish-brown tabby markings on his head. The center of his back is also reddish brown, but it is faded and blends into the white. His eyes are a very light gray-green. He is a tiny bit smaller than most cats his age. There is a small scar under his eye. His tail is also rather long.

Personality:

He is more of a loner. He is very stubborn and does not back down easily. Also, once he sets his sights on something, he is determined and does not give up easily. He keeps his cool most of the time, and is rather patient. He can be rather proud. Like any leader, he does not like having to go to another clan for help. He does his best to keep the clan strong and able. He can be rather secretive. He is friendly to all cats, but still can seem rather cold at times, especially to cats not in his clan. He will bend the rules slightly if need be, and is NOT known to be extremely strict.

History:

He was the only kit of his litter. His father looked very similar to him, and his mother had the same colored eyes. Most of the time, they focused on their clan duties, giving him some more freedom. He snuck out of camp once in awhile, and sometimes got caught. As an apprentice, his mentor pushed him to do his best all the time. He trained a lot. Despite his smaller size, he was still very agile. Once as an apprentice, he was caught in a minor battle over a piece of territory. This is where he got the scar under his eye. He became a warrior alone, and sat vigil on his own. However, this did not bother him too much because of his loner personality. He was caught in several skirmishes, but none too serious. One day however, a small band of rogues intruded onto AirClan territory. They stayed far from camp, but stole plenty of prey. The leader had been forced to dispatch a patrol to get rid of them somehow. Chosen to lead the patrol, Fadedash waited till it was nighttime, and then ambushed the rogues when they least expected it. They then engaged in a battle, but eventually won. Impressed by his ability to lead, plan, fight, and his persevering personality, the leader made him deputy when the current one passed away from a severe case of green cough.

RP Example:

(from another site)

Still sore about his missed catch, he glared at the broken twig before turning his attention towards his mentor. Stupid twig...if it wasn't lying there on the ground, that mouse would have been mine. What was it doing here on the ground anyway? I mean, they shouldn't fall off of trees so easily. His light blue eyes flicked towards the white she-cat, for a moment forgetting about the branch. He flicked his ears when a tiny scuffling sound reached his ears. Flarepaw craned his head, and soon spotted the vole Whitefox had targetted. It seemed oblivious as she crept toward it.

Marveling at her noiseless approach, the young apprentice watched intently, taking mental note on the way she seemed to melt through the many obstacles of the forest. Circling around her quickly, he saw how her eyes seemed to constantly dart, taking every little thing into consideration. Suddenly she froze completely, not even the slightest movement. The change surprised the ginger tom--her constant flicking of her tail and ears gave him the impression that his mentor was not one of keep perfectly still--like now.

Flarepaw held his breath as the vole stood, alert, for several more seconds. He finally let it out as Whitefox pounced, still with barely a whisper of grass and leaves. The vole never had a chance, he thought, awed. When the warrior finally turned back to face him, he nodded briefly, now eager to try it for himself. This time, he would not fail.

Whiskers quivering with anticipation, the flame-colored tom opened his mouth, and drank in the air. There was a faint scent of mouse, the one that had escaped earlier, and the vole that Whitefox had just killed, but there was something else. Flarepaw fell to the ground, crouched and tensed. Following the smell, he slunk forward, the grass tickling his stomach. There it is!

The animal looked slightly like a mouse, but with a large bushy tail. He'd seen it before on the fresh-kill pile, but always avoided them. He never bothered to learn the name either. Now's a good time to learn. He moved forward, but this time his eyes scanned the area. To his surprise, he spotted various small leaves and branches littering the floor, all waiting to catch him off guard. It was a wonder he hadn't stepped on one earlier on his last attempt. Flarepaw carefully avoided them as best he could, placing his paws gingerly.

Soon, he was only a few tail lengths away. Perfect leaping distance. Unsheathing his claws, he waited for a heartbeat, and sure enough, the creature stopped what it was doing, and looked up, beady black eyes alert. Flarepaw held himself back, fighting the desire to just spring and have it over with. After what seemed like forever, it turned away, back facing the hunter.

Flarepaw darted forward, paws clamping the prey down. He killed it swiftly with his claws. Bending down to pick it up, the apprentice bit down on the fluffy tail. Fuzz tickled his chin and tongue. Instantly, he dropped it, hissing and spitting to get all the fur off. "Yuck!" Euphoria at his first catch evaporated, to be replaced by shock and disgust. Flarepaw gagged as he finally coughed out as much as the fur as he could. "Eck...what is that thing?" he choked, stepping away.

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