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Post by Featherstar on Dec 14, 2012 14:42:27 GMT -5
CHARACTER NAME: Featherstar
AGE: 74 moons
GENDER: Tom
CLAN: WindClan
POSITION: Leader
DESCRIPTION:
Featherstar is perhaps rather unusual in appearance for a Clan cat. Like many WindClan cats he’s small and compact, his body muscular without being bulky, his limbs and back a little short so that he has a stocky appearance and his size leaving a little to be desired in comparison with the larger toms of, say, ThunderClan. His pelt is rather more striking, being long and thick and yet light and airy, forming a halo around his form that does make him look a little bigger than he is. It’s particularly thick on his chest and tail, the latter forming a thick plume that makes him visible even over the grasses of his Clan’s territory. He is completely devoid of markings, his coat being a pure snowy white throughout so that he looks something like a cloud. It’s his face that’s unusual, his muzzle being very short and flat, his orange-brown eyes alarmingly round and wide, and his ears very small, just two narrow triangle. A two-leg might say he looks somewhat like a Persian cat, though whether or not the resemblance is coincidence is knowledge held only by his mother.
PERSONALITY:
At first glance, Featherstar might seem an odd choice of leader. He’s a quiet and quite reserved individual, not the kind to speak out in a crowd or approach a group of strangers for a chat. He doesn’t like to have to fight to make himself heard, and much prefers to spend time talking quietly with one or two close friends than with a large group. That having been said, he’s an intelligent and sensible cat, one who can usually be relied upon to make a good decision for the Clan, and over the moons he has earned a reputation as a wise and dependable leader. He’s good in battle without being bloodthirsty; he does not relish bloodshed and avoids it if possible, but if it’s necessary for the defence of his Clan he’s not afraid of it. He also has a reputation for being fair and just when it comes to Clan discipline. He gives out punishment without hesitation but he is never overly harsh, nor does he allow himself to show favouritism. For those reasons most of his Clan respect him and listen to his command. On a personal level he remains quite quiet, but there’s also a surprising amount of warmth in him, a gentle, almost fatherly side that makes him popular with kits and young apprentices. He’s understanding and patient, and despite his position at top of the Clan hierarchy, and the fact that he’s older than many a warrior, he remains a little shy on occasion. He rarely gets angry, instead he tends to get dejected when there is trouble within the Clan, and then he relies, perhaps a little too much, on those he holds most dear.
HISTORY
Featherstar’s life started ordinarily enough, Featherkit being born along with two other tom-kits to a WindClan warrior turned queen. His first few moons were spent playing with his brothers as well as with the other kits of the nursery, and being taught about Clan life by his mother, Lilywhisker, and her sister Smallfire. He took these lessons to heart, and soon began to look forward to being a warrior himself. His apprenticeship came at the usual age of six moons, and Featherpaw was given to a grumpy but skilled old she-cat called Brownstripe. It was at around this time that some of the other apprentices began asking about the identity of his father, on account of the fact that his short-muzzled face was not like that of any other tom in the Clan at that time. Troubled, Featherpaw asked his mother, but she merely shrugged and told him that he was his own cat, and it didn’t matter who his father was, so the apprentice had to put up with the teasing. His training went fairly well, though his bright white pelt meant he had to be particularly careful when trying to ambush prey. Three moons in, however, it was disrupted by the death of his mother due to complications in the birth of her next litter. Naturally the young tom was distraught, but Brownstripe didn’t give him time to dwell on it; she gave him a few days of mourning with his brothers then put him back to work, and eventually he came to terms with it. At thirteen moons he became a warrior by the name of Featherfur, and he spent the ensuing few seasons doing his duty well but being otherwise unremarkable. It was only when he was around 30 moons that the senior warriors started to notice his intelligence and good sense and began to pay attention, and that along with him distinguishing himself in a battle led to him being included as one of them. Later, when the previous deputy retired to the elders’ den, he was named as her replacement by the Clan’s elderly leader. For ten moons he served in that role, until he was nearing 50 moons of age, but then the old leader lost his last life to an infection from a rat bite, and Featherstar replaced him.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
The rain lashing down had long ago plastered the tom’s long white fur to his body, chilling him to the bone and making him feel twice as heavy as usual, and now it near-deafened him, drowning all sound beside his heavy panting and that of the young warrior next to him. They paused now, both trembling, in what meagre shelter an overhanging boulder could provide. The young warrior looked close to collapse, and indeed she did start to lie down, but she stopped when she saw her leader shake his head at her. Featherstar knew that if she got down now, she would not want to get up again until dawn, and they needed to get back. He spent a moment grooming her head and neck while they both caught their breath, hoping it would boost her morale, and then he was off again, waving his bedraggled tail as a flag for her to follow. They were not far; the smell of the camp was in the air despite the dampening effects of the rain, and it drew Featherstar onwards, though he feared what he might learn when he arrived: There had been five in their patrol, another warrior and two apprentices making up the remainder, when they had been attacked by a stray dog. Featherstar had ordered the other two apprentices back and sent the warriors with them to guard them, while he lingered long enough to ensure the dog would not chase them. The young she-cat had stayed with him despite that instruction, but now Featherstar was glad that she had; he was not sure he could have kept the dog’s attention by himself. Regardless, they had eventually fled and sure enough the dog chased them for a while, but it lost interest sooner than expected and Featherstar feared it had picked up the scent of the other three. The camp was in site by then, and with a last push the two ran to it. As soon as he had crossed inside Featherstar sank to the ground, and the young warrior collapsed beside him, her side moving desperately in and out. Cats soon surrounded him, calling his name and licking his flanks. He looked through the sea of legs and tails until he saw one of the apprentices and knew they had made it back safely, and only then did he let himself be nudged and nuzzled to his den.
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Fawnstar
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Riverclan Leader
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Post by Fawnstar on Dec 14, 2012 15:27:24 GMT -5
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