Wolfstalker

Personality: Loyal, protective, suspicious, impulsive, gruff, sharp-tongued, stoic, tempered 

Likes: Standing guard, night patrols, solitude, the smell of rain and pine

Dislikes: Outsiders (specifically Rat), being doubted, dishonesty, StarClan's silence, high cliffs

Bears keen instincts for danger or potential threats upon others. He uses this talent when he watches those interact with Lostsight. 

Quick to defend one in need, and even quicker to strike at the danger ahead.

Strategic when he is under pressure.

Acts before really thinking, which leads to unneeded conflicts.

Refuses to forgive his past failures

Stays distrustful of almost everyone but Lostsight

Pup was born in a shallow den that rested on the edge of Clan territory. He was one of three kits, but by the end of the moon, he was the only one left. His mother, a rogue who wandered too close to the clans, disappeared one night and never returned to her young. The scent of blood and fox rested where she had laid. A patrol had found him the day of his mother's disappearance. He was shivering cold and starved, so the cats took him in their paws out of a shared pity. The leader named him Wolfkit for his ragged, brown fur, though the name carried a warning more than honor. Other kits avoided him. He bit, scratched, and fought for everything: food, space, and pride. He was a kit who craved recognition, to be seen as more than a scrawny mouse to the rest. 

Given the name Wolfpaw, he grew to be a strong, skilled apprentice. His mentor, Wiltpelt, called him reckless, though unmatched in battle. He didn't trust easily, but then came Lostpaw, a quiet, blinded apprentice who spoke with patience instead of pride. At first, Wolfpaw couldn't stand him. To him, a cat who couldn't see could never be trained to be a warrior. But his doubt changed to respect when he saw how Lostpaw carried himself. He moved through camp with calm pawsteps, not letting his lack of sight define him. He started walking beside Lostpaw during their training, describing the world that the smaller cat could not see. Lostpaw, in return, saw the good in him that no one else did. Wolfpaw pledged to become his guardian, chasing or shouting at those who doubted and judged him.

When they became warriors, Wolfpaw earned the name Wolfstalker and Lostpaw became Lostsight. From that day on, Wolfstalker never left Lostsight's side. He didn't wait for the leader to assign him of the role, instead he gave it to himself. In his eyes, he was Lostsight's shadow. The one who would follow him no matter what, but his loyalty held a price. As moons passed, Wolfstalker grew colder towards others. He was seeing threats in every glance, every whisper, even a shift of paws. Then, Rat arrived in the picture. A smooth-tongued, good for nothing rodent, as Wolfstalker says. He saw how the outsider whispered promises to Lostsight, promising greatness and destiny. Wolfstalker's instincts screamed danger, but when he tried to confront Lostsight on his thoughts, he was dismissed. His friend's faith blinded him more than the darkness of his sight could. 

When he is distanced from Lostsight, he watches. He swore to the stars that if Rat leads Lostsight into darkness, then Wolfstalker will follow. Not to stop Rat, but to permanently end him. He knows there's something about the outsider that speaks ill of the stars in the night sky, but if he will be dismissed for his words.. then he must wait for it all to crumble and shatter like glass.

- Has a habit of pacing the clan camps edge when he feels anxious

- Never eats until he knows that Lostsight has had his share

- Despite his anger for dreams, he still believes in fate

- Deep down, he fears what he’d become if Lostsight ever turned on him or trusted Rat more than him

- Lostsight once called him “the last moonrise before the dark”

- The fur on his back rises instinctively at Rat’s voice, no matter how calm he tries to stay