Skunkstripe

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Name: Skunkstripe
Age: 19 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: StormClan
Position: Warrior
Personality:
On the outside, Skunkstripe gives off the impression of a snappy, mean, tom. He is quick to get mad and snaps a lot. He also likes to be alone and think. Cats take it that he thinks that no cat is good enough for him. But, none of that is true. Skunkstripe had a troubled life before he became a Clan cat and he hides his true emotions by being mean. He really is a sensitive and compassionate cat, once you get to know him well enough and he trusts you.
Cat Description:
Skunkstripe is an all black cat, pitch black. Except for the thick white stripe running from his nose, all the way down to the tip of his tail. He has a thick, ruff pelt, that is very ruff on the neck and very bushy on the tail. His eyes are sharp and angled, like his face. His eyes are a dark, rich, amber, with a hint of chocolate-brown. He is smaller than most with small legs, but can move faster than most. He relies on speed more than strength, though, he does have enough muscle. His paws are small, but sturdy, with noticeable, sharp, black, claws. He also has a bright pink nose and pads, and short white and black whiskers.
History:
Skunkstripe did not have such a good life before he joined StormClan. He was born to Rip, a horrible rouge, who was blood-thirsty murderer and a scared, little, kitteypet named Daisy. Skunkstripe was the only kit of the little to survive and after he was 6 moons old, he was token away from Daisy to be taught by his father. It was awful! Rip beat on him if he didn't do what he wanted and even then... One day, after getting probably the worse beating ever, he lay close by the StormClan border. Luckily, they scented him and found him. Feeling sorry, they took him in and brought him back to health. Hollystar offered him to join StormClan and he accepted, scared to go out and find his father waiting to kill him. Though, as he trained as an apprentice (even though he was older than most) he learned must and felt somewhat more confident. But... he still hides everything.
Role-Playing Example:
-From another site-
Green and yellow light poured through the trees; playing across the marshy floor. It was a warm summer's day; the birds were singing and the prey scent was never far away. A lean Bengal stepped out from a bramble bush; he was in the hunter's crouch. His small paws placed gently down, but were quick as lightning. The tom's tail twitched slightly and his bright amber eyes flashed over to where a fat, brown mouse lay by the base of an old, gnarled tree, nibbling on a seed. The warrior walked a little closer before the creature sensed his presence and tried to get away. But...he was too quick. Giving the mouse a swift bite on the neck, he soon found it lying dead at his paws.
"Nice catch, Sparkstep!" a voice from nearby, called out.
A pretty white tabby she-cat stepped out from where she was and sat down beside her brother.
"Thanks, Snowdaisy," he meowed, a smile growing on his face.
Sparkstep covered the warm prey with earth before his sister whispered urgently, "Sparkstep, look!"
The tom's head swirled around to see a busy, crimson tail disappearing in the undergrowth... heading straight for MudClan camp! A look of horror came across his face as he looked over at Snowdaisy; her face almost like his.
Other Notes: I would like him to find a mate.

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Do a quick spell-check and then you can be accepted.

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Ok... I fixed it.

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Accepted.