Post by Duskstar on Sept 13, 2008 10:03:48 GMT -5
Done!!!
Name: Loststripe
Age: Age: 68 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: SwiftClan
Rank: Leader
Appearance:
I-M-A-G-E
Loststar’s nose is triangular, a pink outlined in gray. His muzzle is small and stout but does not give him a Persian appearance. He has a light brown on the edge that turns darker into gray as the muzzle divides into his eyes. The right side of his muzzle is white, while the left is a line between white and tan. His whiskers seem to melt into the fur, aligned at different angles.
His eyes, appearing to be a pale mossy green, are layered in color. The outer ring is gray, then it becomes yellow, amber and finally pale green. The last color around his pupil is a dark blue, hardly noticeable.
A tortoise shell or calico? Neither word seems to fit his odd coat. His pelt is almost completely divided in two* gray and caramel until it reached his tail. Loststar has caramel running down his right flank, with the limbs a dark gray running up to his shoulder and haunch. The left side is completely gray flank, from his face on to the tail. He has white fur on all four paws, going up a little higher on the left side. The tail is completely gray up to a caramel ring and white tip. His coat is thick, soft and fluffy on his back and tail, but sharp and bristled on his face, paws and stomach area.
The tom’s feet are large, with hard black pads. His claws extend easily out of his fur, but after age and injury he has trouble sheathing some of his back claws. Yellowed teeth gleam from under his muzzle, sharp and almost ready to kill. He’s built thin, and swift. The only bulky area is in his back haunches, where 5 years of running built up. His other muscular features are fairly flexible, in battle making him hard to get a good blow on. Light scathes run down his shoulders and flank from the times he’s survived.
Personality:
The things that could be used to describe Loststripe are strength, belief and responsibility. The first two he can match keenly for being his nature. But as for responsibility some times he’s had trouble with it.
Strength is a term Loststripe likes to use for knowledge. His time in the world has taught him many lessons, and he tries to pass them all on to the young cats in the Clan. Sometimes, he can be hypocritical, but the leader tries to be honest and supportive of justice. He works hard for the Clan, following the code and trying to hold any other cat to it. Hard work is one of the things he would like to see reflected in his deputy.
The belief in StarClan makes all the difference as a Leader or Medicine Cat. Loststripe has a high distaste in rouges and kittypets, mearly because he thinks that all cats should know their ancestors. He holds tight onto them, always praying and never forgetting to follow all the ancient customs. Not easily will this cat be wavered from anything StarClan cats tell him.
Responsibility; a key trait meant for any good cat. Loststripe is confident and ready to lead his Clan but occasionally he can do things rash and kit-like. He doesn't tend to forget things often, and always tries to pull his weight in life. However, he's gone overboard by refusing the Medicine Cat's help when other cats were injured. Of course, if he had a sufferable wound it just caused trouble later.
There are other virtues that he has, less meaningful, but always needed in life. Blind loyalty to protect the Clan, a strong sense of fairness to keep all cats content even in the dead of Leafbare, an open warmth of friendship to keep the Clan at peace and the wisdom to help out even the smallest problems.
History:
Lostkit was given his name for the bad sense of direction he was born with. He would constantly get lost with other litters, his mother always dragging him back with his brother. His father was the proud deputy at the time, and Lostkit wanted to be just like him.
Lightkit, Lostkit's brother, was always with him. The two were competitive, and though the two often argues they were insparable. There was only one day when Lightkit snuck out of camp and accidently ate Death berries, that caused Lostkit to be apprenticed before his brother.
Lostpaw would always try to do his chores reckless and fast to visit the Medicine Cat's Den. His mentor was an impatient and touchy cat known as Falconclaw. The tom would always get in fights with him, quarreling much more fiercely than he ever did with Lightkit.
His first Gathering came--but Lostpaw wasn't allowed to go since Falconclaw changed his mind the last day. Angry, Lostpaw trained harder and more agressive so that he would be allowed to the next one. When he learned to fight a fox, ironically one attacked camp.
The beast killed his mother before being driven off by the newly-named Rainstar. He, his father and brother were all very mournful after this, and alas Lightpaw was apprenticed. Still, Lostpaw knew somehow he was on his own. The brothers never looked at each other the same again.
Falconclaw was the new deputy, and Lostpaw was stuck often helping Lightpaw's mentor train him. Once the two were caught up a battle just seemed to appear with StoneClan. Lostpaw fought hard, and Falconclaw acknowledged that he was ready to be a warrior.
The new name he was given was Loststripe. Lightstorm had been named with him, but the two refused to acknowledge each other once more. His vigil was quiet, but not so much that he ever fell asleep.
After it ended, and he awoke, the tom was already out and performing warrior duties. He began growing closer to his father, Rainstar, and the deputy at the time, Tigerheart. He continued on with his life until leaf-bare where he was given his first apprentice.
Dapplepaw was her name, and everything about her made Loststripe cringe; she was snooty, ignorant and lazy. He would constantly push her but to no avail. He snapped and scratched her, right infront of Tigerheart.
He was in trouble that day, and he lost his apprentice to Lightstorm. Amazingly the two immidiately hooked up and Dapplepaw's training went uphill. Loststripe was very angry with himself at the fact he couldn't become fast friends like that and began to work more on his social skills.
Seasons passed until Dappletail, now a warrior, was killed on the border. The same day Loststripe was given his second apprentice Stormpaw. A war broke out again between SwiftClan and StoneClan. He balanced training, warrior duties and preperations until it went all-out.
He was fighting on the front lines bravely, blow after blow with Stormpaw, he worked hard even with his father. It cleared out, neither side winning, but SwiftClan left deputiless.
That night Rainstar announced the new deputy; Lightstorm. It was much to Loststripe's distaste but he accepted it. A gathering came and went, and he became more and more annoyed with his brother until he couldn't put up with it any longer. He started sleeping during the day and heading out of camp at night to hunt, much to Lightstorm and Rainstar's annoyance.
Stormpaw didn't mind though, coming with him on all the "field-trips". He kept training out until Stormstone was a warrior and alas Lightstorm was killed by a rouge.
Rabbitstar was deputy next, appointing Mothwhisper in his leadership. Mothstar soon got the position, then when she was leader he became deputy.
It was the night of his life, with the moon shining and the stars glittering. He was named deputy, after Tigerheart and Lightstorm he had finally acheived the position. He was honored, and continued to serve the Clan for many moons.
Leadership to come
The ceramony was long and painful. He recieved his lives from these cats;
Heatherbreeze--one of his mother's closest friends--tireless energy
Limestone--his mother, obviously--protection
Dappletail--his first apprentice--mentoring
Lightstorm--his brother--loyalty
Rainstar--his father--justice
Tigerheart--former deputy and friend--Nobility, Certainty and Faith
Falconclaw--his mentor--love
Stormwind--second apprentice--courage
Whisperheart--a StoneClan warrior he killed in battle--compassion
Loststar accepted each life and returned to his Clan where he now resides.
RP Sample: (You only have to do this the first time)
Heart beating hard and furiously against his throat, cold claws seemed to pierce his body from every angle and stung like a burning fire. The pale orbs of Loststripe gazed up at the sky as he shivered in defeat. It was pointless already, rain and sleet would come soon and pelt him down and force him under the care of his Medicine Cat.
Time seemed to stop altogether as his mind ceased with fear. The tom wasn't ready, and yet he couldn't let the entire Clan perish a horrible death. His duty and sense were tearing him into pieces, doubts clouded his thoughts.
Great StarClan... why didn't I see this coming?
Pawsteps beat against the ground, the echo of yowls rang in his ears. His senses were dulling, leaving only the thought of protection alert. His muscles ached, but he continued to pad on with his ringed green eyes focused intently ahead.
Kin:
Mother--Limestone
Father--Rainstar
Brother--Lightstorm
Mate--None
Mentor--Falconclaw
Apprentices--Dappleclaw, Stormwind
Deputies--N/A
Name: Loststripe
Age: Age: 68 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: SwiftClan
Rank: Leader
Appearance:
I-M-A-G-E
Loststar’s nose is triangular, a pink outlined in gray. His muzzle is small and stout but does not give him a Persian appearance. He has a light brown on the edge that turns darker into gray as the muzzle divides into his eyes. The right side of his muzzle is white, while the left is a line between white and tan. His whiskers seem to melt into the fur, aligned at different angles.
His eyes, appearing to be a pale mossy green, are layered in color. The outer ring is gray, then it becomes yellow, amber and finally pale green. The last color around his pupil is a dark blue, hardly noticeable.
A tortoise shell or calico? Neither word seems to fit his odd coat. His pelt is almost completely divided in two* gray and caramel until it reached his tail. Loststar has caramel running down his right flank, with the limbs a dark gray running up to his shoulder and haunch. The left side is completely gray flank, from his face on to the tail. He has white fur on all four paws, going up a little higher on the left side. The tail is completely gray up to a caramel ring and white tip. His coat is thick, soft and fluffy on his back and tail, but sharp and bristled on his face, paws and stomach area.
The tom’s feet are large, with hard black pads. His claws extend easily out of his fur, but after age and injury he has trouble sheathing some of his back claws. Yellowed teeth gleam from under his muzzle, sharp and almost ready to kill. He’s built thin, and swift. The only bulky area is in his back haunches, where 5 years of running built up. His other muscular features are fairly flexible, in battle making him hard to get a good blow on. Light scathes run down his shoulders and flank from the times he’s survived.
Personality:
The things that could be used to describe Loststripe are strength, belief and responsibility. The first two he can match keenly for being his nature. But as for responsibility some times he’s had trouble with it.
Strength is a term Loststripe likes to use for knowledge. His time in the world has taught him many lessons, and he tries to pass them all on to the young cats in the Clan. Sometimes, he can be hypocritical, but the leader tries to be honest and supportive of justice. He works hard for the Clan, following the code and trying to hold any other cat to it. Hard work is one of the things he would like to see reflected in his deputy.
The belief in StarClan makes all the difference as a Leader or Medicine Cat. Loststripe has a high distaste in rouges and kittypets, mearly because he thinks that all cats should know their ancestors. He holds tight onto them, always praying and never forgetting to follow all the ancient customs. Not easily will this cat be wavered from anything StarClan cats tell him.
Responsibility; a key trait meant for any good cat. Loststripe is confident and ready to lead his Clan but occasionally he can do things rash and kit-like. He doesn't tend to forget things often, and always tries to pull his weight in life. However, he's gone overboard by refusing the Medicine Cat's help when other cats were injured. Of course, if he had a sufferable wound it just caused trouble later.
There are other virtues that he has, less meaningful, but always needed in life. Blind loyalty to protect the Clan, a strong sense of fairness to keep all cats content even in the dead of Leafbare, an open warmth of friendship to keep the Clan at peace and the wisdom to help out even the smallest problems.
History:
Lostkit was given his name for the bad sense of direction he was born with. He would constantly get lost with other litters, his mother always dragging him back with his brother. His father was the proud deputy at the time, and Lostkit wanted to be just like him.
Lightkit, Lostkit's brother, was always with him. The two were competitive, and though the two often argues they were insparable. There was only one day when Lightkit snuck out of camp and accidently ate Death berries, that caused Lostkit to be apprenticed before his brother.
Lostpaw would always try to do his chores reckless and fast to visit the Medicine Cat's Den. His mentor was an impatient and touchy cat known as Falconclaw. The tom would always get in fights with him, quarreling much more fiercely than he ever did with Lightkit.
His first Gathering came--but Lostpaw wasn't allowed to go since Falconclaw changed his mind the last day. Angry, Lostpaw trained harder and more agressive so that he would be allowed to the next one. When he learned to fight a fox, ironically one attacked camp.
The beast killed his mother before being driven off by the newly-named Rainstar. He, his father and brother were all very mournful after this, and alas Lightpaw was apprenticed. Still, Lostpaw knew somehow he was on his own. The brothers never looked at each other the same again.
Falconclaw was the new deputy, and Lostpaw was stuck often helping Lightpaw's mentor train him. Once the two were caught up a battle just seemed to appear with StoneClan. Lostpaw fought hard, and Falconclaw acknowledged that he was ready to be a warrior.
The new name he was given was Loststripe. Lightstorm had been named with him, but the two refused to acknowledge each other once more. His vigil was quiet, but not so much that he ever fell asleep.
After it ended, and he awoke, the tom was already out and performing warrior duties. He began growing closer to his father, Rainstar, and the deputy at the time, Tigerheart. He continued on with his life until leaf-bare where he was given his first apprentice.
Dapplepaw was her name, and everything about her made Loststripe cringe; she was snooty, ignorant and lazy. He would constantly push her but to no avail. He snapped and scratched her, right infront of Tigerheart.
He was in trouble that day, and he lost his apprentice to Lightstorm. Amazingly the two immidiately hooked up and Dapplepaw's training went uphill. Loststripe was very angry with himself at the fact he couldn't become fast friends like that and began to work more on his social skills.
Seasons passed until Dappletail, now a warrior, was killed on the border. The same day Loststripe was given his second apprentice Stormpaw. A war broke out again between SwiftClan and StoneClan. He balanced training, warrior duties and preperations until it went all-out.
He was fighting on the front lines bravely, blow after blow with Stormpaw, he worked hard even with his father. It cleared out, neither side winning, but SwiftClan left deputiless.
That night Rainstar announced the new deputy; Lightstorm. It was much to Loststripe's distaste but he accepted it. A gathering came and went, and he became more and more annoyed with his brother until he couldn't put up with it any longer. He started sleeping during the day and heading out of camp at night to hunt, much to Lightstorm and Rainstar's annoyance.
Stormpaw didn't mind though, coming with him on all the "field-trips". He kept training out until Stormstone was a warrior and alas Lightstorm was killed by a rouge.
Rabbitstar was deputy next, appointing Mothwhisper in his leadership. Mothstar soon got the position, then when she was leader he became deputy.
It was the night of his life, with the moon shining and the stars glittering. He was named deputy, after Tigerheart and Lightstorm he had finally acheived the position. He was honored, and continued to serve the Clan for many moons.
Leadership to come
Heatherbreeze--one of his mother's closest friends--tireless energy
Limestone--his mother, obviously--protection
Dappletail--his first apprentice--mentoring
Lightstorm--his brother--loyalty
Rainstar--his father--justice
Tigerheart--former deputy and friend--Nobility, Certainty and Faith
Falconclaw--his mentor--love
Stormwind--second apprentice--courage
Whisperheart--a StoneClan warrior he killed in battle--compassion
Loststar accepted each life and returned to his Clan where he now resides.
RP Sample: (You only have to do this the first time)
Heart beating hard and furiously against his throat, cold claws seemed to pierce his body from every angle and stung like a burning fire. The pale orbs of Loststripe gazed up at the sky as he shivered in defeat. It was pointless already, rain and sleet would come soon and pelt him down and force him under the care of his Medicine Cat.
Time seemed to stop altogether as his mind ceased with fear. The tom wasn't ready, and yet he couldn't let the entire Clan perish a horrible death. His duty and sense were tearing him into pieces, doubts clouded his thoughts.
Great StarClan... why didn't I see this coming?
Pawsteps beat against the ground, the echo of yowls rang in his ears. His senses were dulling, leaving only the thought of protection alert. His muscles ached, but he continued to pad on with his ringed green eyes focused intently ahead.
Kin:
Mother--Limestone
Father--Rainstar
Brother--Lightstorm
Mate--None
Mentor--Falconclaw
Apprentices--Dappleclaw, Stormwind
Deputies--N/A