[Fel]

Russetswirl was generally an optimistic cat, to say the least. He always seemed to have faith in other cats, and to believe the best of everyone he met- however, something about the dark era he’d lived through had caused him to change. He was still kind, but generally more cautious of others, and of their motives. His sister, who he’d once believed to be his only friend, was a murderer- and many cats he’d loved had died in the tragedy, and friends had disappeared into the starry skies, ascending towards Starclan. The battles were the worst- he’d fought a liar, an innocent, and a cold-blooded killer, three fights in four battles. He still had scars and wounds from the conflict, but as he stumbled out of the warriors’ den, the tom was merely... confused. A strange message and a sudden wake-up call for the warrior had him in a rather dazed state, and he already had to go ser Geckoleaf for his wounds, not his own dreams. The medicine cat could've had a part in this, but he respected her too much to believe it was some sort of foolish trick. [ @Clover ]