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Name: Stagthorn
Gender: Tom
Rank: Deputy
Appearance: Stagthorn is a tall, sturdy tom with long dusky brown tabby fur and a lighter, cream colored chest and belly, and deep green eyes. His legs, the tip of his tail, and the elongated tufts at the ends of his ears are all a deep black, as well as the stripes crisscrossing his pelt. His muzzle is large and well defined, with a black nose. Stagthorn carries an air of almost stony proportions, pertaining to his deep belief of self discipline, but despite his cold exterior, the tom sports a heart of unmeltable gold.
Brief Background: Born and raised in the sallowed land of Cragclan, even as a kit Stagthorn was an unwavering spirit, hardly taking part in the games of the other occupants of the nursery. As an only kit, his mother raised him alone, and without a father in their lives. A wirey, coarse she-cat, she mostly taught him to rely on himself, a habit he learned to break upon becoming a larger member in the clan, allowing himself to dampen her teachings and become a tad more reliant on his clanmates, inturn allowing them to stay reliant on him. Stagthorn, due to his upbringing, struggles a fair amount in socialization, but knows how to communicate when needed, no matter how curt or dry it may seem. He doesn't mean to come off that way, he truly doesn't know how else to express himself.
Family: Fleafang - Mother - Deceased