Purestar of Great Air Clan

Name: Purestar
Gender: Tom
Clan: GAC (Great Air Clan)
Rank: Leader
Wild Cat? No
Age: 35 Because we started three years ago in August, so three years minus one month!

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Fur Color: Brown with dark brown spots & black tail tip
Fur Length: Short
Build: Medium, lithe
Eye Color: Pale yellowish-green
Appearance:
Purestar is short-haired and is perfectly suited for Great Air Clan. His brown pelt makes him stand out when standing tall in the grass of the meadows, however, when he is crouching low to the ground he is perfectly concealed. His eyes are that of the shade of yellow/green grass in the meadows. His limbs are not particularly long, although he is a very fast runner and doesn't tire very easily. He has one scar across his left cheek which he received in a battle long ago (Old CotA). He is also missing one claw from his front left paw.

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Likes:
• Sleeping
• Patrolling
• Taking leisurely walks

Dislikes:
• Fish XD
• Fire
• The Wild Cats

Strengths:
• Running
• Social skills

Weaknesses:
• Very caring
• Sometimes tempered

Personality:
Purestar is a very caring cat. He does whatever he has to do for the honour of his clan. He takes orders from no one although at times he will respect that others have input. He makes decisions on the spot and can sometimes be a bit temperamental when things go wrong. He is a fierce cat to meet in battle and will do anything for his clan. If a cat had just one word to describe him it would be loyal, above all else, he holds those who are loyal near to his heart.

Role-play Example:
It was just before dawn when Purestar was shaken awake by a nightmare. The wild cats has broken into the camp and blood was spilled everywhere. Now that he realized it wasn't happening he decided to go for a walk around the territory. He squeezed through the den opening and out into the meadow. The birds were singing and the sun was just beginning to rise. He quickly sped of toward the border with Great Jungle Clan, the clan he trusted the least. When he was finishing patrolling he sat for a while just watching, waiting for something to happen.

He quietly made his way back to the meadow and climbed the only tree left standing in the meadow where the camp was. He sat down on a branch and watched the sunrise peacefully, this is beautiful, he thought. His ears were pricked trying to pick up the faintest noise. Then he heard it, a sound he had heard many times in his days, a mouse foraging at the base of the tree.

Slowly, he made his way down the tree and paused at the lowest branch. His haunches wiggled back and forth, tail held still. The mouse paused and Purestar became motionless. After a few second it resumed foraging and Purestar knew he had to make his strike soon, before the mouse was finished and made it's way back into it's burrow. He struck out of the tree and dispatched it with one swift blow to the head. He then made his way back to the camp, back to his clan, they would be rising, just as the sun did every morning...