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Name: Jay (LeopardStorm when he joins CrowClan)
Age: 25 moons
Gender: Tom
Sexual Orientation: Straight
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Appearance: A gorgeous caramelized brown color with darker brown spots that coat his plush like pelt. He has creamier tones on his under belly, chin and neck. He has gorgeous green colored eyes that stand out against his dark spots and caramel colored pelt.
Personality: Jay is a very laid back male when he's left alone to do what he wants to do but he has a more aggressive side to him when he's being bothered by others when he's in no mood to be messed with. He's had a life that he doesn't like to speak about, one he's ashamed of so when his history comes up he's got a tendency to snap at anyone who's around.
Dislikes: Talking about his past|Monsters|Twolegs
Likes: Fishing|Quiet time|Eating
Weaknesses: Stubborn She-cats| Low Stamina|Attitude
Strengths: Agile|Intelligent when he so chooses to show it|Limber
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Mother: Rose
Father: Bullet
Littermates: Daisy|Hunter
Aunt(s): Unknown
Uncle(s): Unknown
Mate: No one
Kits: None
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Clan: Loner for now
Rank: Warrior once he joins CrowClan
History: LeopardStorm was born a kittypet, a life that no cat should ever have to live. He despised it, always being stuck inside. Being handled by little twolegs, having his fur pulled out and his whiskers and tail pulled on. It was no life he wanted to live. Eating nasty foul tasting grub that was supposedly good for him. Yeah, whatever. He was given the name Jay when he was born and it stuck. He hated the name and hated his family for the way they lived. He knew there was more out there. He heard so called tales of cats living in the forest in things called Clans. They lived together, battled together and they hunted. Oh how he had always wanted to go hunting. He loved the life that the stories he was told about the cats held. He would always sit on the arm chair and watch as birds and squirrels played in the twolegs back yard. He'd always lick his lips and he'd practice his hunting skills on his parents, siblings and even the twolegs young ones. He knew what he wanted in life and that was to be a Clan cat and he was determined to be just that. That is, once he got out of the dreadful place that his family called home.
One day, Jay got his chance. He was practicing his hunting skills and pounced on one of the twolegs with his claws extended. He put a slice down the young ones arm which made the big twolegs furious with him. The dad had grabbed Jay by the scruff and tossed him out on the back porch. Right then and there the spotted cat saw his opportunity and darted off towards the brush line where a fence stood. He made a leap and just barely made it to the top of the fence. He stopped for a brief moment to glance back at his old home before leaping off of the fence and racing towards the forest off in the distance.
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