Pelicandaze - Warrior
Sneaky, great hunter, steady paws
Bio below:
Pelicandaze had never been all that soft. Sure his parents had died when he was young, and sure his older sister was a total buzzkill, but he'd always had his brother, Tumblejoy. Tumblejoy was a more happy-go-lucky cat, but Pelicandaze could still roughhouse with him just fine growing up. They'd been great apprentices together and great warriors too.
Ever since he was a kit, all Pelicandaze had wanted was to get into a real battle. It never happened, but he was proud of how many big scars he'd gotten from fights with dogs and badgers and other cats over the years. And when Tumblejoy passed away, he only became more determined to make his brother proud. He saved his clanmates' lives over and over without a moment of hesitation.
Sure, life still had problems. His buzzkill sister became leader somehow, and clanmates often killed each other, but no one ever bothered Pelicandaze. He was tough. Strong. And when he finally retired he was full of stories and lessons to pass on to the younger cats. Not everyone was happy with the kinds of lessons he was giving out, but they were more real than any kitten tales.
Pelicandaze would argue that his final fight hadn't been a fair one. He'd gotten older and slower, and his mind wasn't the strategic powerhouse it had once been. He took a walk by the shore one day and was ambushed by some sea creature lurking in the water. Starclan cats were greeting him before he'd even processed what had happened, and he had to concede that he'd finally been bested as he finally reunited with his brother.