.:Name:.
"I am Daystrike, nice to meet you."
.:Gender:.
"I am a tom; why did you want to know?"
.: Personality :.
Daystrike sounds like a very gentle name, but this Daystrike is smart, strong and gentle all at the same time. He can be bossy and rude when he's sleepy.
.:Why you should have him/her:.
I'm looking for another warrior, I guess ^^
.: Daystrike's Story :.
Danger (Or Daystrike) looked up at his father. "Now, Danger and Storm, do you want to live a happy life?" His father growled. Danger nodded his tiny head. His brother, Storm, also nodded. "Then you must Kill. Kill everyone in the way; then you shall live a happy life." His father growled louder. Danger stiffend in his spot and shifted his paws.
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As Danger grew older, every loner or rouge feared him; his father still ruler of his forest. But he had a soft side; and kept having dreams from starry cats. Danger looked at two small she-kits his father's friend's mate gave birth to. "You call these kits? They'll never fight rigth for us!" He growled. The to kits mewled in fear. "B-but one's blind!" The mother whimpered. "We need TOMS. And you didn't give us that. The kits die or you die." He said, growling. "So?" The she-cat picked up her kits and ran. "Puny kits..." Danger growled. He headed to his den and fell asleep. "Daystrike..." A voice called. "Who's Daystrike, you mouse-brain?" He called back. "Come..." It echoed. Danger followed it. "Danger... you must not torture cats. You must go to a clan, looking for help..."
A tom's voice echoed. He looked in a small puddle to see a clan. "They are ForestClan..." A she-cat's voice echoed. "I will! I must find these cats!" Danger echoed back. From then, he set off to ForestClan. He found it and now has a pure heart.