» Name: Wrenstar
» Sex: Female
» Age: 4 years, 6 months
» Appearance: Wrenstar has a light tannish brown coat with dark brown dapples all over. Her paws and stomach are lighter than the rest of her, and her ears have faint black tips. Her eyes are very yellow, but in darkness they appear to be a bit greener. Wren's build is stockier than that of most she-cats. She was the runt in her litter, but grew more muscular while her kin grew taller and more lithe. She is fairly unattractive for a she-cat, especially with her very thin fur that offers almost no cover for scars.
» Personality: Wren tends to be blunt when it comes to sensitive matters. She is polite to those that she does not know, but isn't friendly or outgoing. While she isn't especially aggressive or unwelcoming, she can appear cold to those who don't know that this is just the way she is. Wren believes in Clan loyalty above all else, and for that reason she has few close friendships. She is very defensive and gets riled up easily, but knows better than to turn to war to solve her problems.
» Clan and Rank: StreamClan, Leader
» History: Wren was originally a kittypet. While she wasn't declawed, she was spayed and cannot have kits. (She doesn't get along with them that well, so that isn't such a bad thing.) Even though she spent a lot of time outside of the house, Wren was very close to her owners and was devastated when they moved someplace where cats were not allowed. Wren was left with the neighbors, whom she disliked greatly, and a few weeks after she left to live in the forest permanently. She believed that her owners abandoned her purposely, which is why she is reluctant to establish close relationships (but her trust problems aren't immobilizing-ly bad). She made loyalty her defining personality trait after joining StreamClan, and it was her fierce love for the Clan and ability to see what was best for it instead of tending to one cat about the Clan's welfare that made her deputy, and eventually, leader.
» Other: Wren does not know that she can't have kits, since she doesn't know what the surgery did to her. Actually, she probably doesn't remember it at all. And I like purple giraffes.
» Roleplay Sample: A light brown, well-muscled she-cat swiveled her ears watchfully, prowling low to the ground as she hunted. She prepared a crouch before she pounced at a small mouse, snarling softly with frustration as it slipped beyond her unsheathed claws. "Fox dung!" meowed the tawny cat, shaking her head unhappily. She straightened up from the ground and turned to look out past the borderline, eyes narrowing warily.
