[Hayring]...Paranoid Freakazoid

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Name: Hayring.
Age: Twenty-nine moons.
Rank: Warrior.
Clan: BoneClan.
Physical Description:
Hayring, to say the least, lacks in the physical body strength that his fellow warriors have. Having always been relatively thin, his body appears to have been built for long-distance running rather than fighting. Just like his father, Hayring experiences the 'pleasure' of having fox-like features; Long, erect ears that are spaced out just enough for him to twist them about, a slender neck and face, and a fluffy, curled tail that hangs just below his hindquarters. His body, to say the least, is relatively...feminine?

With short, feathery sandy brown fur that grows lighter on his tail and just beneath his chin he looks almost exactly like a fox. Upon his head are somewhat darker tabby stripes that start from his forehead and go all the way down to his nose and lips. When he was younger, his mother would say that he looked like his father in many ways, but nothing like his mother. However, he did manage to receive dull golden-rod eyes that are well rounded and close to each another.
Personality:
Extremely naive, yet well aware of the dangers of the outside world, Hayring is what you call an paranoid type of cat. Believing that 'they' are out to get him, he uses every chance he can get to stay close to someone who might seem as a threat to his imaginary 'stalkers'. However, he does have an intelligent side, and will be able to solve a problem in a matter of moments. Not much of a fighter, he is rather peaceful and enjoys the beautiful things in life (unlike some fellow clan mates)...but not always. Though he is a gentle soul, if you were to make him snap in some unexplainable way you'd meet StarClan early. His personality is a mixture of sorts, scrambled every which way. He's clearly unstable, but most don't notice...until the very end.
History:
Like most clan cats, Hayring was clan born with a young mother and father. He was their first litter, but his siblings did not make it out alive. It was a cold leaf-bare, they hadn't the strength to survive. Hayring, however, did and grew up learning that you should love life. When his father did during his apprentice moons from falling down a sheer cliff, he instantly fell into a slight depression. When his mother died of old age, he realized that all living things died. It was the circle of life, just as his father had told him. This allowed him to get to his warrior ceremony without any problem. However, he hasn't fought in a serious battle.
Role Play Example:
"Ah! Butterfly! Wait for me!"

Hayring cried, following his smaller friend. He had strayed too far from his territory, but this didn't come to mind when he saw the beautiful field his new found friend had lead him too.

"Nyah! So pretty!" He squealed in delight, practically throwing himself into a bushel of flowers. They were as soft his mothers fur, and smelled quite sweet too. Kind of like the she-cats back at the camp, only a different kind of smell. Purring happily, he rolled on to his back and twisted about.

Suddenly, a large figure appeared, black with long white fangs that were as bright as the moon. The sky was then painted in a deep red, while the sweet-smelling flowers turned to weeds. He cried out in shock and fright, trying not to stare up at the monster before him. "Hayring!" It roared, sending shock waves rippling through the ground...

"Hayring! Hayring you crazy furball wake up!"

Prying his dull golden eyes open, Hayring relaxed after realizing it was all a dream. Looking up, he spotted one of his clan mates glaring down at him with hateful green eyes. "Come on, Wildstar says we gotta go on a patrol." Nodding, the sandy colored tom lifted himself up and followed after the burly black warrior.
Other: He's allergic to cherries. Isn't that awesome?

[Brackentail]

Just add three sentences to the personality, and you'll be accepted.

Edit: Accepted.