Post by Mirrored Light on May 25, 2009 18:31:07 GMT -5
Name:
Lightstar [kit,paw,storm]
Age:
40 moons (3 years, 4 months)
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
RiverClan
Rank:
Leader
Description:
A spotless white tom with golden eyes.
You can hardly describe Lightstar without saying 'muscular' he has long, powerful legs with deep lines from his unusual flexibility. The tom's body seems perfectly even from front paws to back paws, his broad head balanced by a short, but sweeping, tail.
Each of the claws he has a curved gracefully, but its easy to see they're meant for climbing and have rarely been used for battle. His paws are gray and hardened against the smooth and sharp rocks of the river.
The tom's eyes are golden and at some angles you might find flecks of pale blue, giving an unusual glow to his gaze. His nose is white, as are the long whiskers indicating the cat's age.
His pelt is of pure, undisturbed white and nearly always damp and smooth.
Personality:
Though his appearence might strike one as a fighter, Lightstar himself is a kindhearted cat with great diligence. He punishes severely when he sees necessary, listens to the sides of all stories, and shows weakness in only his naivety and desire to protect without hurting others. In general he's easy to get along with and doesn't press to make a cat feel uncomfortable.
However, there are but two times he will be cruel. One such case is kittypets, a breed his blood and himself do not associate with, and the other is threatening of his entire Clan. In the Darkest hour he will reveal how a truly relentless warrior behaves.
Lightstar has of the day rejected every she-cat for a special relationship. It is to be admitted that he fears changing the way of life for the Clan, but he'd never reveal this in a weak way. Looking strong seems to be the only vanity, for his usual lack of swagger proves humble.
History:
Two loyal RiverClan warriors were the parents of Lightkit, a kit in a litter of three. He could not tell you their names, nor if how they died at this point. We'll get to that later.
His parents treated him as any other kit would to be treated, with equality to his siblings since they were nearly identical with white pelts and shining blue eyes.
As the three grew into apprenticeship, they're eye colors changes accordingly to their final genetic hue and the three had their ceramony on a clear night just after the half-moon.
Lightpaw was assigned to a mentor who was affectionate, and at the same time strict. She would cuff Lightpaw over the ear for a mistake and utter harsh words, but never once did she abuse or become too soft on him.
Quickly learning, but not so much that his skills showed out Lightpaw was made a warrior with his older sister. His younger sister was not there - and again, she was dead with his father.
Lightstorm was a cat of many good deeds but also many mistakes. A few moons after becoming a warrior he caught whitecough, which grew to blackcough and finally greencough. StarClan was on his side, saving his life but sacrificing another part of the tom.
His memory had been erased - the Medicine Cat informed him it was because he watched the death of his mother from the same sickness. Although his sister still lived, Lightstorm never figured out which cat she was.
A battle ensued against ThunderClan where the deputy died, and to no surprise for the loyal warriors of RiverClan Lightstorm took her place. For this time, the Clan was temporarily prosperous, and within another battle the leader lost his last two lives and put Lightstorm where he is today
In a visit with StarClan, his mentor awarded him his last life and told him his loss of memory was simply because Lightstorm needed it so he wouldn't get revenge.
What this meant, Lightstorm hasn't figured out, but he continues to try.
Roleplay Sample: (I'm getting lazy around this point, so I'm going to copy-paste)
With the shadows of night creeping over the horizon, and the eyes of many cats glowing, the land fell into dead silence. Among the bodies of gray, brown, even red fur, the skinny she-cat's yellow eyes grew wider. Her heart was racing, and she could assume the same of her clanmates simply from the many grim expressions, and the enemy approaching.
Her eyes darted to the side to see another cat tense up, and soon Feathermist caught the scent of their rival Clan. The fur on her neck began to rise and her chops drew back into a silent snarl.
It was war.
Her body drew up to full height, muscles flexed and rippled beneath her nearly bare pelt. With ears pricked awaiting the call. The sun sank even more, and the outline of powerful warriors appeared. She refused to flinch, and let a slick paw travel over the barren earth, only scraping it with the barest touch of her pad.
Patience. Silence.
The air grew tense until it began to weigh down upon the she-cat. 'Hurry up! Command us! Isn't that your duty, mouse-brain?' her mind whirled rapidly, yowling curses at the leader she would never have leave her jaws aloud.
Lightstar [kit,paw,storm]
Age:
40 moons (3 years, 4 months)
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
RiverClan
Rank:
Leader
Description:
A spotless white tom with golden eyes.
You can hardly describe Lightstar without saying 'muscular' he has long, powerful legs with deep lines from his unusual flexibility. The tom's body seems perfectly even from front paws to back paws, his broad head balanced by a short, but sweeping, tail.
Each of the claws he has a curved gracefully, but its easy to see they're meant for climbing and have rarely been used for battle. His paws are gray and hardened against the smooth and sharp rocks of the river.
The tom's eyes are golden and at some angles you might find flecks of pale blue, giving an unusual glow to his gaze. His nose is white, as are the long whiskers indicating the cat's age.
His pelt is of pure, undisturbed white and nearly always damp and smooth.
Personality:
Though his appearence might strike one as a fighter, Lightstar himself is a kindhearted cat with great diligence. He punishes severely when he sees necessary, listens to the sides of all stories, and shows weakness in only his naivety and desire to protect without hurting others. In general he's easy to get along with and doesn't press to make a cat feel uncomfortable.
However, there are but two times he will be cruel. One such case is kittypets, a breed his blood and himself do not associate with, and the other is threatening of his entire Clan. In the Darkest hour he will reveal how a truly relentless warrior behaves.
Lightstar has of the day rejected every she-cat for a special relationship. It is to be admitted that he fears changing the way of life for the Clan, but he'd never reveal this in a weak way. Looking strong seems to be the only vanity, for his usual lack of swagger proves humble.
History:
Two loyal RiverClan warriors were the parents of Lightkit, a kit in a litter of three. He could not tell you their names, nor if how they died at this point. We'll get to that later.
His parents treated him as any other kit would to be treated, with equality to his siblings since they were nearly identical with white pelts and shining blue eyes.
As the three grew into apprenticeship, they're eye colors changes accordingly to their final genetic hue and the three had their ceramony on a clear night just after the half-moon.
Lightpaw was assigned to a mentor who was affectionate, and at the same time strict. She would cuff Lightpaw over the ear for a mistake and utter harsh words, but never once did she abuse or become too soft on him.
Quickly learning, but not so much that his skills showed out Lightpaw was made a warrior with his older sister. His younger sister was not there - and again, she was dead with his father.
Lightstorm was a cat of many good deeds but also many mistakes. A few moons after becoming a warrior he caught whitecough, which grew to blackcough and finally greencough. StarClan was on his side, saving his life but sacrificing another part of the tom.
His memory had been erased - the Medicine Cat informed him it was because he watched the death of his mother from the same sickness. Although his sister still lived, Lightstorm never figured out which cat she was.
A battle ensued against ThunderClan where the deputy died, and to no surprise for the loyal warriors of RiverClan Lightstorm took her place. For this time, the Clan was temporarily prosperous, and within another battle the leader lost his last two lives and put Lightstorm where he is today
In a visit with StarClan, his mentor awarded him his last life and told him his loss of memory was simply because Lightstorm needed it so he wouldn't get revenge.
What this meant, Lightstorm hasn't figured out, but he continues to try.
Roleplay Sample: (I'm getting lazy around this point, so I'm going to copy-paste)
With the shadows of night creeping over the horizon, and the eyes of many cats glowing, the land fell into dead silence. Among the bodies of gray, brown, even red fur, the skinny she-cat's yellow eyes grew wider. Her heart was racing, and she could assume the same of her clanmates simply from the many grim expressions, and the enemy approaching.
Her eyes darted to the side to see another cat tense up, and soon Feathermist caught the scent of their rival Clan. The fur on her neck began to rise and her chops drew back into a silent snarl.
It was war.
Her body drew up to full height, muscles flexed and rippled beneath her nearly bare pelt. With ears pricked awaiting the call. The sun sank even more, and the outline of powerful warriors appeared. She refused to flinch, and let a slick paw travel over the barren earth, only scraping it with the barest touch of her pad.
Patience. Silence.
The air grew tense until it began to weigh down upon the she-cat. 'Hurry up! Command us! Isn't that your duty, mouse-brain?' her mind whirled rapidly, yowling curses at the leader she would never have leave her jaws aloud.
Wow. That took a long time just because of my break to work on the sewing project. Ah, well... I didn't see a rule against new members applying for leader.
