Post by Wildstar on Dec 30, 2007 8:02:04 GMT -5
Name:
Wildstar
Age:
25 moons
Rank:
Leader
Clan:
BoneClan
Physical Description:
Wildstar is known among the leaders for her good looks. Strangely-shiny ginger fur with creamy gold stripes covers her slim body, and a pale pink nose is what she smells with. Muscles ripple under her fur when she walks, and her long whiskers quiver with happiness. Her eyes are a beautiful golden colour, with a slight touch of hazel. She is quite small, but lithe and slender.
Personality:
Wildstar is a friendly, young cat, who loves to talk to the clan apprentices and kits, telling them stories about her kithood. She is gentle and calm at gatherings, but in battles, she can be fierce and strong. However, her clan is her life and all her clan know that. Lots of toms want her, but she has power over them with her rank as leader and her beauty. Apprentices look up to her, kits want to be like her. Warriors want to be her deputy, because of her mix of power and loyalty.
History:
Wildstar was born to a rogue and the BoneClan leader. She never met her mother, as she died giving birth. Wildstar had two kin, a brother and a sister. Her brother, Raintail, died in battle and her medicine cat sister was viciously murdered by her apprentice-hood lover. When her father passed away from old age, Wildstar, then Wildeyes, was alone in the clan.
She soon made friends with the deputy, Thistleflower, who had been a close friend of her father. When the leader died, making Thistleflower leader, she assigned Wildeyes the role of deputy.
Soon after, Thistlestar died, striking Wildeyes' heart, making her suddenly leader. Now Wildstar is desperate to make her and her dead kin proud in whatever why possible.
Role Play Example:
The rain pounded down hard on the dirty floor. The willowy arms of the trees swayed. Eyes gleamed in approval, and heads dipped down. Bulrushes parted to reveal the sleek, musculed form of the BoneClan leader, Wildstar.
Mud streaked her fur, with dark brown warpaint. Muscles rippled under the she-cat's pale ginger pelt. Light shone in glimmering gold eyes, and whiskers twitched in greeting. Paws stamped down the tall, wilting bulrushes, as easily as a kit would rip up moss. Claws ripped through the grass, dispatching it from the muddy floor. The cat knew her way around.
"Greetings, my Clan." Wildstar spoke in a high voice, as gentle as a newleaf breeze, with the edge of broken ice. A shudder would have passed through your spine. Toms bowed thier heads, embarassment and affection glowing. The ginger female gave a mrrow of amusement.
"Tonight," Her tongue glided across her lips for a hearbeat. "I heard something when I was out hunting. Prey. Rats. They have taken camp. In our territory. I say we go out, slay them like the fresh-kill they are." Her eyes gleamed as cats cheered her name.
She jumped from where she stood, threading her way to her den. Despit her fearless impression in front of her warriors, a slight nerve was biting her like a tick. What would happen?
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