Name: Falconheart
Personality: Falconheart is very motivated, always determined to be the best of the best. He is very competitive with his peers, and as such often forgets to be kind and make friends. He has to be reminded by his family, especially his sister Thornfoot, to chillax and be nice to the other cats for a little bit. He also has a tendency to overwork himself or bite off more than he can chew, which often lands him in the medicine den. Coalpelt is never really pleased to see him as a result. XD
Are you active?: I currently do not have any cats to be active with, but I am on CS almost every day for at least an hour.
Extra:
Falconheart's heartbeat pounded in his ears. His gaze was fixed on the rabbit a few tail-lengths ahead of him, obliviously munching on some sort of flower, tansy or whatever. Falconheart didn't concern himself with herbs. As long as the stuff Coalpelt gave him worked, he didn't care what it was.
Slowly, quietly, he stalked forward, preparing to pounce. When he was about a tail-length from the creature, he leaped - too late!
Fox dung! he thought angrily, giving chase to the rabbit. Rabbits were fast, but he was faster. He had trained long and hard as an apprentice to be the fastest cat in the Clan, better than all the other apprentices and even the warriors.
Falconheart was right on the rabbit's heels when a growl startled him into stopping. A badger loomed in front of him, the rabbit at its feet, having been killed with a single blow from the black-and-white beast's paw.
"Hey! That was my Clan's prey!" Falconheart yowled angrily. He charged the badger head on, despite its size, and bit down hard on its huge paw. The badger shrieked and thrashed the paw around, trying to dislodge Falconheart. For a while he hung on stubbornly, but the badger got smart; it smacked Falconheart into a tree. Stars blossomed in his head, and he was dimly aware of loosening the grip of his jaws. He tried to stand, but lost his balance and flopped back down onto the ground. The badger lumbered up, obviously going in for the kill. Desperately, Falconheart tried to fight the blackness threatening to take over his vision, but to no avail. Is this the end? he wondered suddenly?
"Falconheart? Falconheart!" he heard suddenly. Falconheart raised his head a bit. "Thornfoot?" he muttered dazedly. A group of cats, his sister at the head, was viciously attacking the badger, driving it away from him. The badger quickly realized it was outmatched and retreated.
"Falconheart, have you got bees in your brain!?" his sister screeched, racing to his side as soon as the danger was past. "You could have been killed!" Nuttail, Falconheart's other sister, and Spottedheart, his mother, came up behind Thornfoot, peering at him anxiously.
"I got the rabbit, though," he said defensively, gesturing with his tail to the slightly trampled rabbit which the badger had left behind. The three she-cats stared at him openmouthed for a heartbeat.
His mother found her voice first. "Oh, yes, the rabbit," she drawled. "So much more important than your life, right? Not to mention the lives of your family, who luckily came just in time to save you. And I'm sure your father would be so proud to learn that his only son had died fighting a badger for one rabbit during the plentiful season of greenleaf." Sarcasm dripped from her every word, and Falconheart realized with a small twinge of guilt that his mother had a deep gash on her shoulder, still leaking blood, and Nuttail was favoring her front paw, keeping it off the ground.
"That's what I thought," his mother said, taking his silence to mean that he saw her point. Her voice softened. "Thank StarClan you're all right. Come on. Let's get you to Coalpelt - again." His sisters stood on either side of him, supporting him, while Spottedheart took the lead, carrying the rabbit that Falconheart had done so much for.
"I just hope you learned your lesson this time," Nuttail muttered as they made their way slowly to camp.
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(I hope this story did well in characterizing the way I see Falconheart! ^_^)