Post by wolfstar on Feb 23, 2013 20:45:08 GMT -5
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Kithood
Larktail and Thrushstep had no idea what they were getting into by having kits. Sure, they knew they loved each other, and that they wanted kits, but that did not necessarily mean they were ready for them. Still, Thrushstep became pregnant, and birthed two kits. Wolfkit, a large muddy brown cat like her father, and little Sparrowkit who took after his maternal grandfather. Immediately, it became apparent that two siblights would be radically different. Sparrowkit loved to stalk anything and everything, his tail swaying happily. Wolfkit preferred wrestling with the other kits in the nursery. As their sixth moon approached though, both kits became excited and anxious to become apprentices.
Apprenticeship
Wolfpaw couldn't have been more excited to be an apprentice. She had received her father as a mentor, and Sparrowpaw had been assigned to their mother Thrushstep. Both cats grew in leaps and bounds, Sparrowpaw retaining his lithe shape and Wolfpaw growing tall and thick. Their parents took their body types as a sign from StarClan and narrowed their kits' training focus slightly. Sparrowpaw received more hunting training, and Wolfpaw was drilled in combat rigorously. They flourished under Larktail's and Thrushstep's mentoring.
However, one day it all changed. Sparrowpaw had been assigned to a border patrol along ThunderClan border, along with two warriors. It should have been a typical, uneventful occurrence. A ThunderClan patrol was found comfortably within ShadowClan territory. Their numbers equaled Sparrowpaw's patrol's numbers, and the two groups fought. Casualties were slim, with an apprentice of ThunderClan dying, and Sparrowpaw gutted. His patrol rushed him back to the medicine cat straight after the confrontation, but it was too late. He had bled copiously on the way back to camp, and the loss was too much for him. Sparrowpaw died shortly after returning.
Wolfpaw was destroyed by her brother's death. Her buoyant, jovial personality shut down into tight control with no room for emotions. Though she grieved for a long while, Her happy laughing personality came back around his eleventh moon. When her twelfth approached, Wolfpaw was ready to accept her warrior name.
Warrior Life
She became WolfClaw, Due to her abnormally long, sharp claws. She was A fierce fighter who had no mercy anywhere in her mind or body. ShadowClan did not respect her as a warrior at first, for she had just left apprenticehood. As the first moon passed and others with it, WolfClaw showed her Clan just what a quality warrior she was. In time she had their fear and respect. No matter how much time passed since Sparrowpaw's death, her hatred for ThunderClan never waned. Every patrol along their border was a challenge, an opportunity to get back at the Clan of kittypets and rogues for her brother's demise. WolfClaw became notorious for inching ShadowClan's border a fraction further into ThunderClan territory every time she patrolled.
Deputy
Dimstar chose her for deputy when the old leader died. She was proud of her leader's faith in her, and resolved to put her grudge against ThunderClan on the back burner. The she-cat dedicated herself to the bettering of ShadowClan.
Leadership
When Dimstar lost his last life, WolfClaw traveled to the Moonpool to receive her nine lives. Now Wolfstar devotes herself to the protection and guidance of her Clan, Though her hatred for ThunderClan still burns deep within her, And she still occasionally moves the border a hair further into ThunderClan territory.
((This is wolfstar when she was still wolfclaw))
Frost dusted the crisp grass in the clearing of the camp. The sun was already climbing up the horizon line, threatening to melt the stubborn frost away. There was no wind to be found, and clouds were far apart. The beginnings of a beautiful day.
Opening her eyes with a start, a rush of cool air entered the warriors den, sending a chill down her spine. Startled, WolfClaw's tail stiffened and stuck straight out from her curled up body. Tucking in back by her nose, she couldn't help to look up and see if it had touched any other cat. She couldn't feel if it had hit another one of her clan-mates or not, and she would feel bad if she woke one of them. Pricking her ears for the sound they might make, she heard nothing. Thank StarClan I didn't wake anyone.
Before WolfClaw had the chance to stretch, she quickly uncurled herself and carefully out of the den. There, she took in the space with closed eyes still and arched her long back, making her pelt look un-groomed for a split second until she relaxed her muscles again in their normal position. Now opening her eyes, she tried to open them wide to get used to the light and blink the sleep away. Startled again, she narrowed her eyes so the light could barely peak through and find her golden-yellow orbs. The rays of light seemed to whisper to her; you can't hide forever... With that, she stepped a little farther from the den tunnel in case another cat decided to reveal themselves she wouldn't be in their way.
Now in a warmer patch of sun for the early winter morning, she plopped herself down and rasped her tongue over her coarse pelt with ease. Craning her neck to get her left haunch, she stuck it right up in the air, flexing the muscular leg almost as if to show off her beautifully built body. This also gave way to her un-kept belly fur sticking out this way and that. Finishing her hind leg she moved on to her underside, the she-cat quickly removing all of the moss that had gotten itself tangled in her longer belly fur. Taking a few more minutes to do the rest of her pelt, she stood up again and looked to the fresh kill pile. "Looks like we need hunting patrols to go out", she half mumbled to herself and to whoever might be around to pick up her comment.
WolfStar
MY FRIEND, IN THIS LIFE THAT WE LIVE
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,7,true][atrb=valign,top] | ♠ NAME -- ♠ AGE -- 39 moons (3.4 years) ♠ ORIENTATION -- heterosexual | ♠ CLAN -- Shadowclan ♠POSITION --Leader ♠ GENDER --She-cat |
ITS NOT WHAT WE HAVE THAT MATTERS,
♠ PERSONALITY
When it comes to WolfStar, you'll find she is a very spry cat. Always up and ready to get work done, WolfStar approaches life analytically to figure out how to get the most work done with the least amount of effort or the least danger. She's got a level head and is as steady as the animal she's named for. WolfStar has a wicked sense of humor which helps her get along with many of her clanmates, while she is capable of a serious nature when situations call for it. By far however, WolfStar prefers to laugh but she knows when it is time to be serious. With this mindset she can go from wrestling with her clanmates to stoically attending to more somber matters. When her nature changes there is actually a physical change that comes over WolfStar. Her yellowish-amber eyes will darken and she'll stand up straighter as though suddenly shouldering the world. When she stands tall instead of her usual graceful, easy slouch, her clanmates know something grave must have happened. When sadness strikes this cat with laughing amber eyes, WolfStar becomes withdrawn and rarely to speak to anyone, pulling away from her clanmates to mourn or think in peace. It can take her a while to bounce back since dark things tend to cling to WolfStar but when she recovers she prefers not to look back at the bad things in her life. She regains momentum like a boulder rolling down hill, starting out slow such as only occasionally cracking a little smile and then gradually she progresses to quiet laughs and then her full belly laughter and finally cracking jokes herself. It may take a while depending on what's happened but there are few things WolfStar can't recover from given the proper time. Dont get her wrong though, Just because she has two well know sides doesn't mean there isn't a third. WolfStar is a smart cat as any cat knows, She no fool and knows when to back down, But she is the type of cat that won't back down from a challenge unless she has no choice. In a battle, Wolfstar holds nothing back. All the built up anger she has she keeps reserved for battles and explodes out in her battle moves. Sending everyone who’s thrown her way running back home. She’s useful in battles, that’s for sure, but she doesn’t like seeing her aftermath. Sending so many of the opposing Clan home with injuries that’ll take weeks to heal from.
♠ LIKES
✓Lightning and Rain ✓Laughing ✓Hunting ✓Getting work done
♠ DISLIKES
✗Thunderclan ✗Killing ✗Losing a clanmate ✗Thunder
♠ APPEARANCE
Wolfstar is a very intimidating-looking she-cat. She is tall with broad shoulders and the thick muscle that comes from a lifetime of hard work. The she-cat is not long-legged and awkward looking though, as her bulk is proportionate. From the time she was a kit, Wolfstar has had large paws with thick, sharp claws. They make her a formidable fighter, especially when combined with the wallop that her thick muscles pack. Her size does not make her clumsy by any means, though. Wolfstar is comfortable in her body, And quite graceful. As for her pelt, It is a deep muddy brown color that blends in well with the shadows and if she is anywhere in the swamps of shadowclan, Good luck finding her, She blends right in. In poorly lit areas or on cloudly days when the sun isn't out her short sleek fur seems like its just one muddy brown color, But in the sun it shines and reveals that it is many shades of brown mixed in to a dark rich brown base. Her pelt is always well groomed and glossy, Like any she-cats pelt should be. Now to her eyes, WolfStar's eyes are one of her most striking features, They are a bright yellowy amber color, And are very expressional. There is few times when you could look into her eyes and not see her emotions, And know what she is truly feeling.
♠ HISTORY
Kithood
Larktail and Thrushstep had no idea what they were getting into by having kits. Sure, they knew they loved each other, and that they wanted kits, but that did not necessarily mean they were ready for them. Still, Thrushstep became pregnant, and birthed two kits. Wolfkit, a large muddy brown cat like her father, and little Sparrowkit who took after his maternal grandfather. Immediately, it became apparent that two siblights would be radically different. Sparrowkit loved to stalk anything and everything, his tail swaying happily. Wolfkit preferred wrestling with the other kits in the nursery. As their sixth moon approached though, both kits became excited and anxious to become apprentices.
Apprenticeship
Wolfpaw couldn't have been more excited to be an apprentice. She had received her father as a mentor, and Sparrowpaw had been assigned to their mother Thrushstep. Both cats grew in leaps and bounds, Sparrowpaw retaining his lithe shape and Wolfpaw growing tall and thick. Their parents took their body types as a sign from StarClan and narrowed their kits' training focus slightly. Sparrowpaw received more hunting training, and Wolfpaw was drilled in combat rigorously. They flourished under Larktail's and Thrushstep's mentoring.
However, one day it all changed. Sparrowpaw had been assigned to a border patrol along ThunderClan border, along with two warriors. It should have been a typical, uneventful occurrence. A ThunderClan patrol was found comfortably within ShadowClan territory. Their numbers equaled Sparrowpaw's patrol's numbers, and the two groups fought. Casualties were slim, with an apprentice of ThunderClan dying, and Sparrowpaw gutted. His patrol rushed him back to the medicine cat straight after the confrontation, but it was too late. He had bled copiously on the way back to camp, and the loss was too much for him. Sparrowpaw died shortly after returning.
Wolfpaw was destroyed by her brother's death. Her buoyant, jovial personality shut down into tight control with no room for emotions. Though she grieved for a long while, Her happy laughing personality came back around his eleventh moon. When her twelfth approached, Wolfpaw was ready to accept her warrior name.
Warrior Life
She became WolfClaw, Due to her abnormally long, sharp claws. She was A fierce fighter who had no mercy anywhere in her mind or body. ShadowClan did not respect her as a warrior at first, for she had just left apprenticehood. As the first moon passed and others with it, WolfClaw showed her Clan just what a quality warrior she was. In time she had their fear and respect. No matter how much time passed since Sparrowpaw's death, her hatred for ThunderClan never waned. Every patrol along their border was a challenge, an opportunity to get back at the Clan of kittypets and rogues for her brother's demise. WolfClaw became notorious for inching ShadowClan's border a fraction further into ThunderClan territory every time she patrolled.
Deputy
Dimstar chose her for deputy when the old leader died. She was proud of her leader's faith in her, and resolved to put her grudge against ThunderClan on the back burner. The she-cat dedicated herself to the bettering of ShadowClan.
Leadership
When Dimstar lost his last life, WolfClaw traveled to the Moonpool to receive her nine lives. Now Wolfstar devotes herself to the protection and guidance of her Clan, Though her hatred for ThunderClan still burns deep within her, And she still occasionally moves the border a hair further into ThunderClan territory.
♠ ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE
((This is wolfstar when she was still wolfclaw))
Frost dusted the crisp grass in the clearing of the camp. The sun was already climbing up the horizon line, threatening to melt the stubborn frost away. There was no wind to be found, and clouds were far apart. The beginnings of a beautiful day.
Opening her eyes with a start, a rush of cool air entered the warriors den, sending a chill down her spine. Startled, WolfClaw's tail stiffened and stuck straight out from her curled up body. Tucking in back by her nose, she couldn't help to look up and see if it had touched any other cat. She couldn't feel if it had hit another one of her clan-mates or not, and she would feel bad if she woke one of them. Pricking her ears for the sound they might make, she heard nothing. Thank StarClan I didn't wake anyone.
Before WolfClaw had the chance to stretch, she quickly uncurled herself and carefully out of the den. There, she took in the space with closed eyes still and arched her long back, making her pelt look un-groomed for a split second until she relaxed her muscles again in their normal position. Now opening her eyes, she tried to open them wide to get used to the light and blink the sleep away. Startled again, she narrowed her eyes so the light could barely peak through and find her golden-yellow orbs. The rays of light seemed to whisper to her; you can't hide forever... With that, she stepped a little farther from the den tunnel in case another cat decided to reveal themselves she wouldn't be in their way.
Now in a warmer patch of sun for the early winter morning, she plopped herself down and rasped her tongue over her coarse pelt with ease. Craning her neck to get her left haunch, she stuck it right up in the air, flexing the muscular leg almost as if to show off her beautifully built body. This also gave way to her un-kept belly fur sticking out this way and that. Finishing her hind leg she moved on to her underside, the she-cat quickly removing all of the moss that had gotten itself tangled in her longer belly fur. Taking a few more minutes to do the rest of her pelt, she stood up again and looked to the fresh kill pile. "Looks like we need hunting patrols to go out", she half mumbled to herself and to whoever might be around to pick up her comment.
IT'S WHAT WE BELIEVE.
ACCEPTED