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Full name- Rush

Gender- Male

Age- 48 moons (4 years)

Rank- Special warrior

Breed- american short hair mix

Personality-

paranoid: There is no particular reason for him to be so, but he is always  a bit twitchy. He is hyper sensitive to many things, and tends to stare into the darkness because he thinks he is seeing something. He also tends to over think things, conversations he had as a kit and over analyses them and thinks others hate him. It's a problem he has often and tends to think others find him useless which brings him to be overly hostile during very stressful times because he thinks others are mad at him as well.

loyal: He is a great team player, and to those who can look past his anger or frustration make a great friend. He will stick to someones' side until the end of ends.

intelligent: He's clever in almost an obnoxious way, and he likes to show it off since it's one of his only admirable traits to show off. He's not overly strong, so that's out, but he's good as coming up with plans and ideas. He could be a good leader if he was a bit friendlier.

cruel: If a cat get's onto the wrong side of Rush, he is cold, and calculating. He hits them right were it hurts and he is harsh and snappish. If he absolutely hates you, you will know.

cautious: contrary to his name, he isn't one to jump into a situation without thinking it through, one quality that makes him a good team member someone could look up to. However, he sometimes sees too much into a common place situation and can miss out on key moments to act.

Prideful: This is something he normally keeps to himself, he doesn't boast about his accomplishments out loud, but he tends to think things over to himself. Things he had done well, which often leads to him looking down at other 'inferior' to him.

Accessories: Just the caller and teeth he has collected

Brief backstory-

Kitten: Rush was born to an older she-cat with two siblings from his own litter and six from another three. He was the runt, but was born first and was the first to do many things, open his eyes, walk around which caused his mother to start calling him "Rushling" (he will deny this now). Rush lived in a large home with an older woman and many cats that simply dictated the house. It was loud and messing a lot of the time, but there were many kittens to play with and many things to get into. The old woman was kind and caring towards them and the other cats, though she tended to favor their mother. 

Young cat: As Rush grew older he became much more adventurous and left the house on his own more often. Living in a house with so many cats he had learned a few things about defending himself, but he was still relatively small, but growing. He got into his first fight at the house, his mother was understandably upset, but had another litter on the way and had other things to worry about then a feisty son who just needed to learn his lesson. After that, Rush decided to leave for good, not really getting along with his house mates anymore. He became a stray, or a sort of stray. He found himself hanging around a group of cats that call themselves 'jagged clan'. He runs with the cats for a while, helping them with missions and such, collecting teeth on his collar, before he starts calling himself one of their warriors. 

Adult: Rush became a special warrior, finding this life much more interesting then the old one he had with his siblings. He has not seen any of them sense, but from time to time he sees one of his old house mates, even the one who attacked him as a young cat whom he revenged for his face scar.


Relationships- Pending...
 = hate/dislike
 = mysterious feelings
 = love/like
 = family
 = sad feelings 
 = concerned for
 = uneasy for
 = neutral 

Winter- still pending

RP example-
Stain forced herself awake. Now a days, she spent most of the day sleeping. Nothing ever happened while the living cats were awake. Other dark forest cats wanted nothing to do with the fiery, flirty she-cat, other then Icefang, but the Kit-killer was busy with her apprentices now, leaving the smaller forsaken warrior to sulk on her own.

The smoky warrior scrabbled her way out of the hollowed tree she called a den. Her claws dug ruts into the hard earth, pulling up clumps of glowing moss as she hauled herself through the narrow opening and under a small clump of brambles. The wires curled around her body catching on the outstretched branches of the foliage. Swearing, she toughed herself free, pulling a few crisp brown leaves down with her.

Her mood already soured, a bad sign even for her. With an aggravated hiss, Stain began grooming the dirt and moss from her ruffled pelt into a smooth shine. 

The eerie light shining above the dark forest casting dark shadows. A thick fog seemed to spring out of no where, cloaking the forest in a thick whiteness, like snow but more suffocating like smoke. Stain glance up from her grooming, her dark dead eyes seeming to glow against the whiteness of the fog. The change in weather wasn't a strange occurrence. The exiled warrior stood from her angered grooming, her head barely clearing the top of the fog cloud as she surveyed the situation