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Name:
Dirtyface

Age:
12 moons

Gender:
Tom

Clan:
Thunderclan

Position:
Deputy

Book Description:
Black, cream and orange tom.

Description:
Dirtyface has a tri-colored pelt, a mottled combination of cream, orange and dark brown. He has intense sea-blue eyes and seem almost hypnotizing to some. His body is slim, and his limbs lithe, finished with a long tail. He has small paws which aide him in sneaking about without crinkling too many leaves, or avoid twigs which may give away his position.

Personality:
Dirtyface's personality has taken on drastic transformations throughout his life. Once determined, he became optimistic, if even a little thingyy. After a reality check, his personality shifted. He looks on at the world for what it is, rather then letting his mind build an illusion. He can be quite outgoing at times, not really the kind of cat to be on the shy side. He fights when he needs to, and even though he likes to provoke them, he doesn’t for the safety of the rest of his clanmates. Dirtyface respects the clan borders, and wouldn’t chase prey once they cross, even if it had earlier been on his own territory. Yeah, he’s respectful like that.

History:
When young, Dirtykit had all the ambition in the world. He would spend every waking minute chasing leaves and pouncing on suspicious looking twigs, or 'viciously' attacking his Clanmates, claiming they were cats of other clans trying to take over their camp.

When apprenticed, he never complained when given simple tasks such as changing the moss bedding for the dens, or ridding the elders of ticks with mouse bile. He saw everything as something to better himself. He was a little too optimistic most times, and remained that way until his mentor gave him a little reality check, telling him that life isn't always a big ray of sunshine. Mouse dung happens, and if Dirtypaw didn't accept that fact, then when it comes, the blow will be harder to take. So Dirtypaw started trying hard to see the bad things in life. How hostile the clans can be, how bad the bile actually smelt, how painful claws raking his flank felt. How a bunch of kittypets had formed a clan. And he grew on these experiences, so when they engaged in battle, he would know that defeat is possible. He knew that cats went back to their camp with more than a scratch.

When he became a warrior and was named Dirtyface, and got to meet other warriors from other clans at gatherings (he'd stuck around his mentor as an apprentice at them), he realized that it isn't fair that he should have to fight cats he had begun to befriend. He didn't like the taste of their blood trickling down his throat when his jaws latched onto them. But life isn't fair, and the realization his mentor had given him long ago had really helped him become stronger.

Dirtyface was more than shocked when his leader had moved on to Starclan. It was so sudden, and a wave of disappointment had washed over the entire clan – their leader was very brave. Though everyone was happy for Owlflight when he became Owlstar, Dirtyface couldn’t get over the loss of his leader. It was extremely surprising when he found himself chosen as Deputy – he hadn’t been expecting it. He has been a faithful deputy since, doing what he does best. Trying to making the clan a better place.

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