[attr="class","arrgenMAINTEXT"]A first glance of Thornstar's face would likely hint at you that this molly does not suffer fools lightly. She, in fact, has very little patience when people around her show themselves unable to act in a civilized, polite, socially acceptable manner and are unwilling to learn. Nothing gnaws at her nerves more than the proverbial class clown or an individual that selfishly puts their own needs above those of the collective whole. She feels that a clan is a well oiled, perfectly functioning machine, and that for it to maintain stability, everyone must pitch in and push forth in order to keep it moving. Those that do not adhere to the social norms and do not behave as is expected of them are likely going to end on the wrong side of this she cat's sharp words. Thankfully though, that's usually all they are; words.

For as large as Thorn is, she is well mannered, polite and would never stoop down to using her claws unless strictly necessary of a situation. As such, unless pushed, it's clear she will likely resort to using her brains over her brawn, though this does not mean one should push their luck. After all, those scars she bears are not just for show; many years out in the wilderness, without the comforts of a clan have taught her a thing or two. The fact that whilst alone she managed to rear up not one, but two kits to adulthood is a testament to her stubborn nature and her unwillingness to give up even in the face of extreme adversity. Despite the fact she does not forgive easy, she has a rather nurturing nature, and those that show they are truly trying, even if with little result are bound to get her encouragement. She is, after all, simply pragmatic and realistic, not a tyrant.

While it is true that life in the clan suits her best of all, her adaptable nature was displayed when she not only survived in the wilderness with her kits, but thrived, making a life for herself there. Her time out of the wilderness, and within the Thunderclan, after she was taken in, has not dulled her senses either, and even now, slightly past her prime, Thornstar is a force to be reckoned with; it shows in the cold sharpness of her gaze.

[attr="class","arrgenMAINTEXT"]Thornstar was born to a loner, in a litter of three, and though she never quite found out what had happened to her father, the fact her mother never mentioned him spoke volumes enough for the then young kitten. Their mother was a rough molly, used to the wilderness, and she treated her kittens with the harshness their environment required; this is not to say she wasn't loving, but she instilled a no nonsense attitude to her children. She had rules, and she expected them to follow them, for their survival was dependent on it. Seasons changed, and with them, a young Thornstar realized that survival out in the wild was anything but simple; snow and the elements made adaption a priority and she soon found out just how important their mother's teachings truly were when their sibling was mauled by a predator for not heading the rules taught to them.

Though their litter was thus reduced to two, survival become a touch easier; mourning was done, but Thornstar could not deny the fact feeding three mouths instead of four helped them all survive the harsh cold.

When time came, their mother, ever the practical molly, shooed them away from her territory, telling her two, now adult children to fend for themselves or perish trying before vanishing. The two siblings remain together for some time, but it was soon obvious they did not quite see eye to eye on how to proceed. Thornstar's brother wished to follow their mother's creed, find a territory and perhaps pair up with his sister to hunt and survive. Thornstar though, had heard of the clans, and she wished to investigate that venue. Her brother, disgusted, slipped into the darkness one night, and Thornstar awoke alone. She remain thus for some time, as she followed the hints and heresy of the clans, eventually finding her way to Thunderclan, where she proved herself and was accepted.

Life in the clan was different. Better.

Thornstar adapted yet again, and decided that though her mother's teachings had been sound, there was strength in numbers that their small, insular family had never quite managed to obtain in the wilderness. There was also much to be said about the lack of solitude, which she'd felt eat away at her heart the moons her brother had left her alone to fend for herself. Together, the clan survived.

It was something she wanted to believe in, and the difference in attitude in the clan cats need be preserved, as far as she was concerned. She did not become leader until a good time later, and only on what she could have deigned a technicality. Still, her love of her clan was sound, and though her attitude may seem cold at times, nothing is further from the truth; Thornstar wishes to lead Thunderclan to victory.