You may not be intimidated by the sight of this cat. A typical light brown furred tom with golden brown eyes, and small, I might add. Mouserunner is unusually tiny for a warrior, especially a male. His clanmates tower over him. It is easy to first mistake him as an apprentice, if you miss the gray flecks of fur from age that paint his muzzle. How did he get to become a leader, you ask? Though he is small, he is far from weak. His ancestors saw great potential in Mouserunner, and despite his clanmate’s judgment of being made a striker, he proved himself to be one of the best. His quick wits and charm, and the ability to fool his enemies with his size made his job easier.