Shadowfur - JayClan

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Name: Shadowfur
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tomcat
Age: 20 moons (he won't age until roleplay actually starts, right? x3)
Clan: JayClan
Beliefs: Shadowfur is a strong believer of StarClan. He thinks StarClan were powerless against the storm, just as they were, and doesn't blame them for the disastrous results. Despite the protests of non-believers, Shadowfur looks up to the stars every night, comforted by the fact that their ancestors are still watching over them.
Apprentice: None, currently.
Kin: Ferntai(mother)(I dun really like fern, but it describes gray and I'm trying not to use one of the more common gray prefixes.) and Darkclaw(father) - both deceased; Ashwhisker(sister) - deceased
Mate: None, currently.
Appearance: Shadowfur is a solid-coated black cat with medium-length fur. His eyes are nothing special, just a dull yellow. Running across his left eye is a scar--he is blind in that eye. Shadowfur's basic appearance is very normal. Boring, you could say. He has semi-long whiskers, a small black nose, and normal-sized ears resting on top of his normal-sized head. His build lies somewhere in between lithe and stocky, so he was both an average hunter and fighter--emphasis on the 'was.' Stretching across his front left leg are scars--of course, he has other scars; these are just the most visible ones. Shadowfur's a slightly bumpy gait, as he limps, although the limp isn't noticeable from a distance.
Personality: Shadowfur is a determined tomcat. It was his determination that brought the warrior where he is today. He is very stubborn and is persistent about sticking to his ideas and beliefs, although he's always willing to listen to others' opinions on the matter. He likes to think that he's open-minded, but, though he can be considered open-minded, it's not very common for Shadowfur to change his opinion once he's got his mind set. He could debate all day about something if he wanted to. Over his moons, Shadowfur has developed a quick temper, although he does his best to keep it in check. However, if someone mentions his disability, he goes insta-aggressive, even if the speaker wasn't taunting or anything of the sort. It's just a habit he has. He especially dislikes any sympathy directed towards him; he simply hates a reminder that he will probably never be as good as brave warriors of past and present times. Despite Shadowfur's faults, he is a loyal warrior through and through and would never even consider betraying his Clan, no matter how tempting a bribe sounds.
History: Shadowfur was born in a litter of two; his sister was named Ashwhisker. When they were still only three moons old, their parents both died in leaf-bare when greencough ravaged the camp. As a result, the siblings grew closer than your typical brothers and sisters.

Shadowfur's life was pretty normal from then on. He disliked talking about his parents because of the painful memories they brought, but was a cheerful cat regardless. Other cats had coped with the death of their kin, after all, so why couldn't he? It was just another part of the life of a warrior.

One day, Shadowfur went hunting while his sister was on border patrol. He met a fox during the trip. He bravely put up a fight, but the fox's claw caused a clean cut across his left eye. He went to get it looked at immediately, but the cut got infected and the eyesight in his left eye was lost.

Moons later, there was a border scuffle. Shadowfur got separated from Ashwhisker, whom he usually partner-fought with, and, with no left eyesight, broke his left leg. Due to his due to his restlessness and stubborn persistence, Shadowfur overexerted his leg, straining it and earning himself a permanent limp. His determination is what strengthened Shadowfur's will to survive, and he refused to be sent to the elders den early.

The day of the storm was a horrible one. Shadowfur was nearly killed, but Ashwhisker saved him--at the cost of her life. It's a surprise Shadowfur didn't become depressed after all of his losses, but that just wasn't the tom's personality. No, he still strives forward, wondering if he has the potential to be a deputy--if he has the potential to even be a mentor. At his twentieth moon, Shadowfur has yet to get his first apprentice. Still, he strives to be a better warrior, focusing his energy towards the present.
Picture: I might draw one...later. =D
Roleplay Example: Shadowfur limped slowly through the forest, all senses tuned into his surroundings. He parted his jaws slightly, drinking in the forest scents before dropping to a slightly unstable crouch. The black-furred tomcat narrowed his eyes and allowed his gaze to flick back and forth before resting it at the base of a tree. A mouse scrambled over the roots, unaware that it was being watched.

Hardly daring to breathe, Shadowfur slithered forward, then pounced. He landed unsteadily, but both front paws had struck the mouse, which now lay dead under his paws. The warrior smiled slightly and picked up the prey. Another day, he thought, another mouse.

The warrior padded back to camp, tail high. His right eye gleamed, and his limp from the injury long ago was hardly noticeable.

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Sorry for the semi-lengthy history...I think his is the only one that will be this long. TwT;

And. Yeah. The roleplay example sucks. Then again, this whole application is pretty crappy. But it's 10:30 pm; what do you expect? >.>;