Name: Spliteaf "Split"
Past Names: Splitkit, Splitpaw
Age: About 2 years
Original Clan: Brine
(note: Fur is short but very thick)
Personality: Splitleaf is a born survivor. She's agile and tough, and a good hunter. She doesn't appreciate being messed with, and will snap back at something she thinks is an instult, even if it isn't. She won't kill a cat though, and is unlikely to even attack more than just a swipe to the face. She likes her space. Her bi-colored fur has been a disadvantage at sneaking. In the cold snow, her charcoal fut sticks out like a sore thumb. In the spring forest, her white fure is a beacon in the forest.
History: . She was born in the forest, and grew up fairly normally. Though she had a bit of troule with bullies. She was teased about her fur, which is why she's so defensive. Of course, her bullies walked away with a few scratches on her nose. Because of her irritablility, her warrior ceremony was a little later than most cats. When she did get her warrior name, however, she was one of the fastest runners in the forest, making her an effective hunter, despite the slight lack of camoflauge.
Relationship Status: Single
Splitleaf poked her head out of the cold tunnel that was her makeshift den. The scene was serene, too serene for such harsh survival. It was almost beautiful. Snow drifted down from the heavens, white like icy stars. She shook the snowflakes that hung from her whiskers. Living day by day like this was hardly living at all. She guessed a cat's gotta do what she has to. Holding her head up, Split breathed in, trying to catch a hint of prey. The air was so cold, it was hard to smell anything. However, she picked up the scent of a vole beneath the snow. It may be dead already though. This was no time to be picky, though. Split shoveled the snow away to reveal the rodent, frozen to death. Reluctantly, she took it in her jaws and ate it. Though she knew she was doomed to die, Splitleaf would fight as long as she could before succumbing to the elements.