Featherstar

[Sile]

Name:

Featherstar

Gender:

Female.

Age:

38 Moons.

Clan:

BreezeClan.

Rank:

Leader.

Picture:



Appearance:

Featherstar is almost just as she looks. She is a very gentle, caring cat that is understanding and thinks about every one action before making it. She is defensive of her clan but never has a bad word to say about anybody or any other clan. She is peaceful and respectful, and would rather lead her clan in a way so each cats works together in harmony towards their goal. She does well under pressure and has come up with methods of keeping herself calm and quiet, as to keep off too much stress. She doesn't like violence, and is frightened easily by the images of flashing claws and teeth, burning eyes and blood soaking the ground. She will fight if she has to but she prefers not to watch her clan mates and friends bleeding on the grass. She loves apprentices and kits, and would do anything for them. She has a youthful behavior, young, talkative, and too trusting. She will trust a cat from another clan if she can, and sometimes doesn't see the truth even though it is right in front of her. Her gentle, thoughtful ways keep her from realizing that some cats are bad, which she wishes weren't true. Sometimes she dreams of lands far away, where everyone had fun and enjoyed each other's company; no fighting, no arguing, no hatred or jealousy over another cat. To her, that seems the perfect world. Even so, nothing means more to her than keeping her clan safe and under control.

Summary:

A small smoky tortoiseshell she-cat with feather-blue eyes.

Personality:

Featherstar is almost just as she looks. She is a very gentle, caring cat that is understanding and thinks about every one action before making it. She is defensive of her clan but never has a bad word to say about anybody or any other clan. She is peaceful and respectful, and would rather lead her clan in a way so each cats works together in harmony towards their goal. She does well under pressure and has come up with methods of keeping herself calm and quiet, as to keep off too much stress. She doesn't like violence, and is frightened easily by the images of flashing claws and teeth, burning eyes and blood soaking the ground. She will fight if she has to but she prefers not to watch her clan mates and friends bleeding on the grass. She loves apprentices and kits, and would do anything for them. She has a youthful behavior, young, talkative, and too trusting. She will trust a cat from another clan if she can, and sometimes doesn't see the truth even though it is right in front of her. Her gentle, thoughtful ways keep her from realizing that some cats are bad, which she wishes weren't true. Sometimes she dreams of lands far away, where everyone had fun and enjoyed each other's company; no fighting, no arguing, no hatred or jealousy over another cat. To her, that seems the perfect world. Even so, nothing means more to her than keeping her clan safe and under control.

History:

Exactly 37 and a half moon ago, Featherkit was born in the far corner of the BreezeClan nursery. Blind and defenseless at birth, like any other kit, she instantly had a close bond with her mother and would stay at her side, feeding or not. Her first moon in the nursery she spent sleeping, eating, and learning about the world around her. At about her second moon, she began to play with the older nursery kits. She was much smaller than them, and sometimes their play was a little too rough, so she settled with just tossing the occasional piece of prey back and forth and batting softly at the other cat's paws. At three moons she was allowed out of the den for the first time, and she finally ventured beyond the den. She enjoyed being around the elders and learning stories about the history of the clans. The warriors were okay but some had short tempers and got irritated when she bothered them with her questions. She loved her life as a BreezeClan kit.

Then she grew to be six moons old, and like her ancestors before, she was apprenticed to a warrior of the clan. Her mentor happened to be a wise, noble tom who had been a warrior for many, many moons. It was nearing his time to join the elders in the Elder's Den, and Featherpaw would be his last apprentice. On her first training session she learned how to stalk and creep up on a rabbit without the creature noticing. The next day she caught her first kill. She immediately excelled at hunting; as she should having such a noble cat as her mentor. Fighting though, was a different story. She was so gentle, so empathetic and scared of learning skills that could harm a cat that she didn't put as much effort as she should have. Finally, her mentor decided to tell her that she needed to learn how to fight before she could become a warrior. Would she just stand by and watch another cat attack a kit, or try and kill her? Finally she understood that she had to try. It took a bit longer for her to master the fighting skills, but by that time she was due to become a warrior.

On the day of her ceremony, her mother was so proud, so excited that it spread through Featherpaw and filled her with energy and enthusiasm. She couldn't wait to receive her name. On that day she became Feathersong, warrior of BreezeClan, honored by her leader by the words 'compassion' and 'love'. Her life as a warrior was day after day hunting and border patrols, and sometimes it just got so boring. She often when out alone and prowled the territory, looking at beautiful sights of nature, listening to the birds singing and the rivers trickling. She loved the outside world. She enjoyed going where she could without a cat talking all the time while she tried to listen to the outdoors. One day there came a battle. She was one of the warriors sent to fight PineClan on an accused Fresh-Kill stealing. Instantly the two clans erupted into battle. Feathersong was pinned down by a huge black tom with cold amber eyes, and as much as she struggled and twisted beneath him, she couldn't get away while he clawed her again and again and again. Her fighting training came back to her while her senses began to ebb from pain and exhaustion, and she clawed the face of the tom attacking her. In a heartbeat she was free, and the battle had turned. PineClan was fleeing. The battle was over. Feathersong hated the fighting; the pain of her wounds, the blood staining the ground. It was just not who she was. Many moons later, the BreezeClan deputy died in a fall, and snapped his neck. That night she was named the new deputy of BreezeClan.

At first Feathersong struggled with her new duties. She flinched when a cat gave her a look that suggested she should eat mouse bile if she put him on a patrol that the cat didn't like, or when cats complained to her about being exhausted. As she grew used to her new duties, she began to be more fluent in giving out orders and treated everyone fairly. Soon, the other warriors began to respect her as their deputy. Two moons after she became deputy, her mentor, now an elder died of Green-Cough. She was devastated over the death of the noble warrior, and wondered how a life could just end like that. She struggled with her duties again, but her clan mates helped her through it until she had recovered. As with every living deputy, there comes the time when the leader gives up their ninth life, or retires, and the deputy would become leader.

On that day, the old leader, Fogstar, died from old age. Featherstar came back to the camp after her journey to receive her nine lives and name, and that night named the new deputy, as told by the Warrior Code. As a leader she calmed the tension between her clan and others by her peaceful behavior and in turn gave her clan many moons of peace to rest and recover from the many battles over the past few seasons.

Role Play Example:

In the distance a dog howled, a fox barked, a bird sang. An owl hooted one last time before dawn as it fell into a daytime sleep. The sun cast a yellow glow in the sky that had only just changed from it's dark blue-black shade of color. White clouds dotted the sky from one side of her view, and all the way across to the other. The morning was approaching. Lying in a mossy nest outside of a den burrowed deep into the ground, a small ball of multi-colored fur stirred. Flanks slowly rose and fell, a soft breathing sound came from the moss. As the sun came up over the hollow of the camp, the she-cat's blue eyes opened, and she rose from her nest, clawing the ground beside her as she stretched into full consciousness. The smoky tortoiseshell markings of her fur gleamed as the sunlight shone down on it, and the heat of the sun made her feel good. Her muscles felt stiff, and as she continued to stretch the hobbling feeling loosened and faded, ceasing to exist. Small paws pattered lightly over the ground as she padded away from her nest, and glanced around at many of her sleeping warriors. Featherstar's eyes gleamed with pride over the cats that were so loyal to each other and her clan. Many nests were empty. The dawn patrol had already left. She turned away, and padded to the fresh-kill pile. Not many rabbits were left, and she knew she would go hunting with some more cats when they awoke. But for now she wanted only to stretch out in the sunlight and enjoy the day of Green-Leaf.

Other:

None.