Derpy Hooves (I tried to join this pack when it wasn't ready yet .-.)
Picture:Username: Lilia
Name: Logan but he prefers to be called Lo
Age: Young Adult, about 2 years old.
Gender: Todd
Rank Desired: Preferably a warrior
Species: Darwin's fox and red fox mix
Personality: Logan is bold and daring, very adventurous at times. His mind is always wandering and he never really knows what's going on. Though if the time for battle were to come, he whips right into shape and fights like a champion. He's fast, swift and silent on his feet which helps him with being an excellent hunter. He can be slightly rude at times but if you can see past that, you'll typically end up loving him.
History: Logan was born the runt of his litter, and so his parents and siblings mostly shunned him. He soon became their punching bag and chew toy but he endured it because he thought that's what love meant. By the time he was one year old, he noticed that the other kits of his age were licked and snuggled by their parents, Logan realized that his family didn't really love him. He changed that day and ran away as fast as he could, never looking back. His parents followed after him but that did not result well, his father was shot and killed by a hunter and his mother was killed by a bear, he cared not of his remaining three siblings.
RP Sample(4-5 LINES PLEASE): As the light of day corrupted to night, Logan felt himself coming alive. He looked up into the sky which was lighted with hundreds of tiny stars, the sight made his jowls curl into a smile. Hunger began to best him and since it was nearly night he decided to take a quick hunt. Logan could just barely spot a hare looming in the distance and licked his chops. He lowered his body to the point where the grass brushed against his stomach and began to creep up slowly. The hare's nose twitched as he grew closer and it's fur bristled. Suddenly, all was quiet and he sprung up from the grass, clamping onto it's neck. The creature screeched but it was no match for Logan, who bit it harder to put it out of its misery. Satisfied with his kill, he dug in and began to feast.