Post by Tiger-chan on Jan 2, 2011 5:21:31 GMT
Cat's Name: Fearstar
Cat's Age: 22 moons
Gender: Male
Alliance: Shadowclan
Position: Leader
Appearance:
Fearstar is a large black smoke. There are patches of white and black over the light gray base color of his fur. His eyes are a dull gold color, and hide his emotions well. Some of the markings on his back are striped. His frame is large, but slim at the same time. The tom's muscles are taut, and his short fur clings to to them nicely, without giving the look of a bulky frame. Fearstar's fur is often messy or unkempt.
There are a few scars that adorn Fearstar's body. One scar leads across his lanky flank, from his neck to his hindquarters. There is another scar below his right eye, which is a small, pinkish red line. A final scar is on his front left paw, and it is almost unseen.
Personality:
If a cat were to speak with Fearstar, they would most likely become uncomfortable because of the way he looked at them. He always studies the cats that speak with him, and stares right at them, most of the time into their eyes or above their head. The tom listens very carefully, and makes split second dictions that are often seemingly thought out.
When Fearstar speaks, he always makes sure that he sounds intelligent, but the words just flow from his mouth, not ever trying to sound the way he does. His mind is always working, and he's always thinking things through. Also, when he speaks, the Shadowclan leader reveals nothing, and tries to draw out secrets from other cats.
Now, you're probably wondering how he got his name. After all, he sure doesn't sound scary, or one to induce fear. Fearstar, only somewhat associated with his name, will do almost anything to get what he wants, including murder another cat. Others have been know to respect him, but also fear him a little. Most of the time, he doesn't show his emotions, but occasionally, something really irritates him, and he snaps.
Basically, Fearstar is like a ticking time bomb: Silent until someone kicks it. He's not on to really love another, and he always puts the clan before a mate. He will do anything to make sure that his clan lives, but not only lives. Survives.
The tom thinks things out loud often, that is, when it's okay for others to know what he's thinking about. Fearstar always looks like he knows something you don't, which he does. Some would call him a mad genius, because of the strange way he acts.
He almost never leaves his den, except to get some prey, which he eats meticulously, and seems to be eating all of the time. Another strange habit of his would be how he walks. Fearstar slinks over the ground with his shoulders hunched, and he's always looking around, like he's nervous that someone is going to attack and kill him. Because of this, others think of him as weak, yet he is quite strong, and not to be underestimated. Yet another habit of his: Chewing on small sticks. When in his den, the leader often gnaws on small sticks, much like a dog.
The last little oddity about him would have to be the fact that he hardly sleeps. Fearstar suffers from insomnia, and he is most active at night. Because of this, his eyes often look tired, or bored.
No one really knows why he does these things, but he will not be changed, but anyone. The habits are something he does without recognition.
History:
As a young kit, Fearstar's parents realized how intelligent the kit really was. Even as a kit, Fearstar had these same strange habits, and intelligent way of speaking. He always craved learning more, but never showed much excitement when he did learn something. His parents named him Fearkit because of the way he walked, like he was afraid of everything.
Becoming an apprentice was one of the hardest things for Fearstar. Upon receiving his apprentice name, he was assigned a mentor that was the opposite of his odd personality. Said mentor was very happy and enthusiastic, and Fearstar was always very awkward around her.
One day, other apprentices were making fun of Fearstar/paw because of his habits. They caused him all of his scars, and that's when he snapped. The older apprentice attacked the three other toms, and they all ran from him, wounded. Fearstar/paw felt very badly about what he did, but he never said anything to the other cats, and he held in his emotion.
Upon becoming a warrior, Fearstar was quite unhappy with his warrior name: Fearmaker. He thought that the name didn't fit, but the leader at the time knew about his fight with apprentices. Fearstar was a warrior for a short four moons before becoming deputy of the clan, and he eventually became the leader, six moons later.
Roleplay Sample:
Hunching his strong shoulders, the black smoke peered out of his den, looking around the clearing that is the Shadowclan camp. Fearstar slowly made his way out of the den and exited the shadows of his den, which was under a few rocks. Making his way slowly across the clearing, in that unique way of his, he took two mice in his jaws, and then padded back to his den, trying not to make eye contact with the other cats.
Once back in the dimly lit den, the leader placed the mice down carefully, laying down gingerly on his side. The way the den was positioned, there was a small hole out of the side of the rocks, so he could see out, but no one could see in. Contently taking a tiny bite from one of the mice, Fearstar leaned back and his neck contacted the back of the den, wishing that he could sleep.
Comments/Other: None.
Cat's Age: 22 moons
Gender: Male
Alliance: Shadowclan
Position: Leader
Appearance:
Fearstar is a large black smoke. There are patches of white and black over the light gray base color of his fur. His eyes are a dull gold color, and hide his emotions well. Some of the markings on his back are striped. His frame is large, but slim at the same time. The tom's muscles are taut, and his short fur clings to to them nicely, without giving the look of a bulky frame. Fearstar's fur is often messy or unkempt.
There are a few scars that adorn Fearstar's body. One scar leads across his lanky flank, from his neck to his hindquarters. There is another scar below his right eye, which is a small, pinkish red line. A final scar is on his front left paw, and it is almost unseen.
Personality:
If a cat were to speak with Fearstar, they would most likely become uncomfortable because of the way he looked at them. He always studies the cats that speak with him, and stares right at them, most of the time into their eyes or above their head. The tom listens very carefully, and makes split second dictions that are often seemingly thought out.
When Fearstar speaks, he always makes sure that he sounds intelligent, but the words just flow from his mouth, not ever trying to sound the way he does. His mind is always working, and he's always thinking things through. Also, when he speaks, the Shadowclan leader reveals nothing, and tries to draw out secrets from other cats.
Now, you're probably wondering how he got his name. After all, he sure doesn't sound scary, or one to induce fear. Fearstar, only somewhat associated with his name, will do almost anything to get what he wants, including murder another cat. Others have been know to respect him, but also fear him a little. Most of the time, he doesn't show his emotions, but occasionally, something really irritates him, and he snaps.
Basically, Fearstar is like a ticking time bomb: Silent until someone kicks it. He's not on to really love another, and he always puts the clan before a mate. He will do anything to make sure that his clan lives, but not only lives. Survives.
The tom thinks things out loud often, that is, when it's okay for others to know what he's thinking about. Fearstar always looks like he knows something you don't, which he does. Some would call him a mad genius, because of the strange way he acts.
He almost never leaves his den, except to get some prey, which he eats meticulously, and seems to be eating all of the time. Another strange habit of his would be how he walks. Fearstar slinks over the ground with his shoulders hunched, and he's always looking around, like he's nervous that someone is going to attack and kill him. Because of this, others think of him as weak, yet he is quite strong, and not to be underestimated. Yet another habit of his: Chewing on small sticks. When in his den, the leader often gnaws on small sticks, much like a dog.
The last little oddity about him would have to be the fact that he hardly sleeps. Fearstar suffers from insomnia, and he is most active at night. Because of this, his eyes often look tired, or bored.
No one really knows why he does these things, but he will not be changed, but anyone. The habits are something he does without recognition.
History:
As a young kit, Fearstar's parents realized how intelligent the kit really was. Even as a kit, Fearstar had these same strange habits, and intelligent way of speaking. He always craved learning more, but never showed much excitement when he did learn something. His parents named him Fearkit because of the way he walked, like he was afraid of everything.
Becoming an apprentice was one of the hardest things for Fearstar. Upon receiving his apprentice name, he was assigned a mentor that was the opposite of his odd personality. Said mentor was very happy and enthusiastic, and Fearstar was always very awkward around her.
One day, other apprentices were making fun of Fearstar/paw because of his habits. They caused him all of his scars, and that's when he snapped. The older apprentice attacked the three other toms, and they all ran from him, wounded. Fearstar/paw felt very badly about what he did, but he never said anything to the other cats, and he held in his emotion.
Upon becoming a warrior, Fearstar was quite unhappy with his warrior name: Fearmaker. He thought that the name didn't fit, but the leader at the time knew about his fight with apprentices. Fearstar was a warrior for a short four moons before becoming deputy of the clan, and he eventually became the leader, six moons later.
Roleplay Sample:
Hunching his strong shoulders, the black smoke peered out of his den, looking around the clearing that is the Shadowclan camp. Fearstar slowly made his way out of the den and exited the shadows of his den, which was under a few rocks. Making his way slowly across the clearing, in that unique way of his, he took two mice in his jaws, and then padded back to his den, trying not to make eye contact with the other cats.
Once back in the dimly lit den, the leader placed the mice down carefully, laying down gingerly on his side. The way the den was positioned, there was a small hole out of the side of the rocks, so he could see out, but no one could see in. Contently taking a tiny bite from one of the mice, Fearstar leaned back and his neck contacted the back of the den, wishing that he could sleep.
Comments/Other: None.
