Oak(fur/star) of Great Jungle Clan

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Gender: Tom
Clan: Great Jungle Clan
Rank: Leader Please?
Age: 23 moons

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Fur Color: Dark brown
Fur Length: Medium
Build: Large
Eye Color: Yellowish Green
Appearance: Oak(fur/star) isn't out of the ordinary when it comes to his looks. He's a large, muscular cat with medium-lengthed fur. He's a dark brown tabby, not very uncommon. He does have a white spot on his mouth. There are more covering the very tip of his paws. His size is a bit intimidating, so it's pretty easy to manipulate other cats.

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Likes:
- Hunting
- Fighting
- Being in control
- Climbing
- Eating

Dislikes:
- Disrespectful attitudes
- Drama
- Sob stories
- Crying
- Weaklings

Strengths:
- Strength
- Abnormally Large Size
- Unusually Sharp Teeth
- Strategic View
- Wise

Weaknesses:
- Forgetfulness
- Jumps first, thinks later
- Ambition
- Controlling

Personality: Unfortunately, Oak(fur/star) has a very ambitious attitude. He loves to be in control and can be a real jerk to other clans. He's pretty prideful, but he's usually quiet and doesn't talk too much. He hates drama and sob-stories. He's pretty nice when it comes to clanmates unless they're rude to him. Very rarely, he can be a very loving tom.

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History: Oak(fur/star) grew up in GJC, but sadly his mother passed away of old age and his father was killed by a rogue. He was the only kit in his litter that survived leafbare.

Role-play Example: Oakfur padded forward silently, twitching his nostrils as he inhales the scents around him. The intoxicating smell of vole reached him, making his mouth water. With a smirk he began trotting smugly towards the scent.

As he neared the creature, he lowered his body to the ground, waving his tail around in anticipation. The little creature was lying down in a patch of sunshine. He flared his nostrils slightly and went into a full hunting mode.

He silently decided the best way to attack the vole, then prepared his bodies. With a leap, he uncoiled his muscles and unsheathed his talons. Swiftly he dug his claws into the vole's body, feeling warm flesh. Oakfur then ducked down his head and snapped his maw around the prey's neck, killing it instantly.

With a satisfied snort, he trotted off towards camp, content with his catch.