Post by Duskstar on Jan 8, 2011 23:06:02 GMT -5
Duskstar!
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» GENDER: Tom
» AGE: 40 moons, or 3 years and 4 months
» CLAN: ShadowClan
» RANK: Leader
» MENTOR/APPRENTICE: None as of yet
» MATE: None
» KIN: Smokeflower (dam, dead) Yarrowtail (sire, dead)
» PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Duskstar is a mid-furred gray ticked tabby with icy blue eyes. The main color of his fur is a dull gray color, blending in perfectly with the dusk sky. The hairs on his pelt are pale gray at the tips, and are ticked, showing darker stripes of gray on his ashen silver base-hairs. The tabby stripes on his pelt are a slightly darker color than the slate gray of his fur, and they occur between his eyes. He also has a few stripes on his joints. His build is very muscular and large.
» PERSONALITY: Duskstar is generally dignified and mature. He has excellent leadership skills, and has a tendancy to give orders to older warriors as if he were leader. This trait can make him seem as if he is bossy or arrogant. He would fight for his Clan without hesitation, given enough of a reason. He may have almost-friends in fellow Clans, but he will never trust a cat who was not ShadowClan-born. Duskstar is dutiful, and if he had a choice he'd always be on his paws, working for his Clan. He is a busybody with a photographic memory and a general dislike of being idle. An honest and direct cat, Duskstar has no time for pretense. He likes to 'have it out' in arguements and hates being lied to. Because of this, he tries his best to be straightforward in all matters, and sticks to his word through thick and thin. While not unintelligent, Duskstar can be a little dense; hints and finer subtleties often escape him, perhaps because of his rigidly self-enforced honesty. He is often oblivious when it comes to others' feelings and the motives behind their actions.
» HISTORY: Duskstar, born as Stonekit, came into the world on a cold night. He never knew his father, as his mother chose not to name him. His mother, Smokeflower fussed over him. When he got older, he came to realize that wherever he tried to go, she followed, almost to an extent of suffocation. As a kit, he never was exactly playful, and tended to be a quieter kit growing up.
Upon being apprenticed, he became Duskpaw, to a older, no-nonsense kind of tom. He was quick, and eager to learn to better himself for the sake of his clan. Halfway through his apprenticeship, however, another misfortune fell upon his heart, which ultimately made him into the cat he is now. His mother was ill, in which whitecough ate at her everyday, until she finally died. All that he could think about was the pain that plagued her until her death. He had never really witnessed death firsthand, and was affected greatly by the void in his heart.
Without his parents, he relied on the help of his mentor to bring him through the tough times. Finally, he approached his warrior ceremony, determined to raise the standards of ShadowClan and make his parents proud. He was named Duskfrost and so began his life as a warrior of ShadowClan. He's pushed through, though, and will never stop trying to push back the memories of his kithood.
Soon after, ShadowClan's deputy passed away. The leader, as was tradition, named her new deputy, Duskflame, at moonhigh that night. Puffed up with a sense of dignity, Duskflame took his new rank very seriously, carefully making desicions to better himself for his Clan, so when the time came, he would be ready.
When the time did come for him to become leader, Duskflame was not as ready as he'd hoped, but, hey, nobody's perfect. That very night he named his deputy and went to the Moonshard to recieve his nine lives. Ever since then, he has been carefully making desicions for ShadowClan, knowing that it will one day lead to success.
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» YOUR ALIAS: CheshireCat or just Chess if you want
» ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: 4 and a half years
» WHERE YOU FOUND US: Children of StarClan
» OTHER CATS: On this site? None so far
» ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE:
Duskstar padded lightly through the snow, scenting the air as he went. Leaf-bare was harsh, and the Clan needed prey, so hunting was the best way to spend spare time. Otherwise, he wouldd be sitting around camp, almost practically useless. The border patrols had been sent out, the bedding had been cleaned, thanks to the apprentices, and the fresh-kill pile was pretty full for a hard hunting season.
'This day could not get any better,' he thought, but took back his words as soon as he saw the cat. He growled and his hackles raised as he realized it was a loner. Baring his teeth, Duskstar snarled, "This is FrostClan territory. Leave now and nobody gets hurt."
Hadn't he smelled the border? He had a nose; why didn't he use it? Non-clan cats were too ignorant of ShadowClan’s borders, and it often got on Duskstar’s nerves. Duskstar stared at the loner with his orange eyes, tail lashing. He wondered how this one would react, considering it could range from peaceful to extremely agressive, but he certainly hoped it wasn’t aggressive. Energy should not be wasted on petty border fights, and neither should the herbs be wasted on scratches from a minor battle. He waited for the loner to move first, just to see what he would do.
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