Post by Barketh on Apr 30, 2009 20:52:44 GMT -6
[beige]Name: Creststar
Gender: Tom
Age: 29 Moons
Clan: Onyxclan
Rank: Leader
Description: A pale gray tom with pitch black paws, cloudy blue eyes stare out above a white splashed muzzle. With an intimidatingly tall figure, he has black-tipped ears and a long silver tail. Aside from his height, Creststar could be considered average size for his age, though he is muscular and is famous for his unreadable grin; which cats, even of his own clan, can still not interpret its meaning.
His smile can mean he's in a swell mood and is ready to promote an apprentice to a warrior, or it can signify that he's just about prepared to claw at his own warriors. Either way, his expressions are difficult to read, and the only hint of his mood that he gives off is from his ears. If his right one is pricked while the left is down, stay away from him. If it is vise versa, then's the time to request a favor.
Summary: Tall gray tom with blue eyes
Personality: Though he most oftenly acts calm and collected, he can break into hysterical mood swings. Equipped with a sharp tongue and cunning words, he is often reffered to as the 'Silver Fox' due to his ability to hide his emotions at ease.
When seen by his clanmates, he will most likely be in one of three moods.
1) His cheerful mood. He will act overly energetic about any and everything. In this personality, he is very generous and enjoys socializing with his clanmates, who, in turn, often try hanging around him when he is in this state. However, he has a habit of flirting whenver stricken with this character, and he enjoys doing whatever he can for his clan.
2) His dark mood. When Creststar enters this section, which is about at least once a day, run for the hills. His temper can be a storm cloud billowing on the horizon and he is most unforgiving when buried in his black mask of shadows. He deals out harsh punishments for the simplest things and is extremely strict and brutal to tresspassers. Strangely, he seemed to sense when this mood is coming (unlike the others) and always takes daily walks so that his clan might not experience his wrath.
Though it seems to be the tom's least compassionate personality, he is extremely ashamed of it and often wishes it didn't exist, worrying that it seperates him from his duties as leader and will eventually drive him into insanity.
3) Still Lake mode. The mode Creststar almost always wears. Like this, he is the wise leader that his clan deserves, and has a better understanding and is more aware of what is going on around him. He is calculating and is more dedicated to Onyxclan then his other sides, though when entering this mood, he usually forgets ever going into Personalities 1 and 2.
Calm and caring for his clan, if you are in search of his advice, now is the time to do so, for he will surely fulfill your request if not busy with something else. Strangely, he remains in this mood through-out all of Leaf-bare, as if his body adapts to a calm, calculating mind during the dreadful cold, fatal season. But as the leaves and plants grow back, he once again slips into his daily mood swings and has to return to the once-a-day walk.
History: Born in Onyxclan and living there his whole life, he spent his kit-hood moons growing up with his two younger brothers. The second oldest sibling, Rabbitkit, was mean and nasty, often picking on his younger brother. The smallest tom, Rainkit, was much the opposite; a cheerful, spirited kit who was always willing to help out. While Crestkit himself was mellow and calm, it didn't mean he neglected his kin, and when they were all made apprentices, they vowed to train with each other as much as possible.
At 7 moons, the three went on hunting patrol together with Rainkit's mentor. It was the middle of Leaf-bare, and they were on their way back to camp when a snow-storm set in. The winds were so strong that they toosed the gray apprentice around like a rag, smashing the lower parts of his brain, where his memory was held.
Luckily, the warrior managed to drag the litter-mates back to camp, and on the way, the only sense of Crestpaw's that was still aware of his surroundings was his hearing. Trailing through the snow, unconsciouse, his ears picked up his younger brothers' bickering and optimistic voices, whether it was blaming the other or assuring themselves that Crestpaw would be fine.
When Crestpaw awoke, he had somehow implanted the idea in his mind that both his brothers' personalities were his own, and that was how his three-sides developed. Now and then, he would be overly generous or sink into a terrifying rage. Either way, his brothers became frightened of him. His clanmates only dared approach him when he entered his
'Still Lake'.
When Crestpaw was made a warrior, his leader took interest in the young tom, wondering what it would be like for a multi-personality cat to lead a clan. Yet he worried about Crestfire's dark habits and he was uneasy about letting an out of control cat take care of his clanmates.
However, when Crestfire was 18 moons, he went on border patrol and was attacked by a rival clan. He had been in his Dark Mood, but as he watched his clanmates being beaten, his Still Lake forced out his evil thoughts and he assisted his companions in battle, driving off the enemy.
When Silentstar heard of what had happened, he was convinced that if Crestfire could overcome his darkness when the time called for it, then he was fit to be deputy. And so, the tom was appointed to the position.
5 moons later, Silentstar was leading his clan into battle against a scraggly band of rouges when his last life was taken from him. Crestfire and Onyxclan mourned the death of their beloved leader, but in his place, Creststar took over and vowed to bring his clan back together.
Though he still has rapid mood swings now and then and he was left with no remaining kin, (his father and mother passed on of Green-cough, Rainwhisper ran off with a loner she-cat, and Rabbitclaw was killed fighting a fox), he knew that he had to step in and lead his clanmates, as much as the idea stressed him.
Role-Play Sample:
It was quiet. Quieter then usual.
The smoky gray cat lifted his irredecent blue eyes,
scanning the white expanse for any signs of predators.
He knew the badgers would be hybernating,
but there was still the possibility of a hungry fox waking up and spotting fresh meat in the form of Guess Who.
Yeah, him.
Blinking, he looked over his shoulder, his gaze resting on a soft, shuffling pile of white.
Narrowing his gaze,
Creststar scented the air,
holding back a cringe as the frost bit at his nose.
Vole. It's small, but we need all the prey we can get.
He himself hated and was relieved by Leaf-bare.
He disliked the season because it ment illness, casualties, and the starvation of his clan.
He thanked it,
however,
because it meant he did not have to worry about slipping into his phycotic mood swings.
Crouching down,
a darker silver shadow against the snow,
he crept forward, long limbs and paws light on the ground.
Unsheathing his claws,
he froze as they clicked against the ice.
They sounded like a screeching raven in his ears over the silence of the forest,
but as he watched the prey anxiously,
he noted that it was too busy chewing on a rare acorn to notice its imminent doom.
Stepping several lengths closer,
he tensed and with a powerful leap,
the tom had pinned his target,
powerful claws snapping its spine.
"Hardly enough for a warrior. Maybe it'll feed some kits though. It's better then nothing."
Straightening,
the lean tom scuffled a light layer of frost over the vole,
knowing the cold would erase its scent from any scavengers.
Right. 20 more of those and your clan might be full for the rest of today.
He thought pessimistically,
vanishing in the eddying fog as he went off in search of anything more satisfactory then a measly twig-of-a-meal.
Password:Doughnuts[/beige]
Gender: Tom
Age: 29 Moons
Clan: Onyxclan
Rank: Leader
Description: A pale gray tom with pitch black paws, cloudy blue eyes stare out above a white splashed muzzle. With an intimidatingly tall figure, he has black-tipped ears and a long silver tail. Aside from his height, Creststar could be considered average size for his age, though he is muscular and is famous for his unreadable grin; which cats, even of his own clan, can still not interpret its meaning.
His smile can mean he's in a swell mood and is ready to promote an apprentice to a warrior, or it can signify that he's just about prepared to claw at his own warriors. Either way, his expressions are difficult to read, and the only hint of his mood that he gives off is from his ears. If his right one is pricked while the left is down, stay away from him. If it is vise versa, then's the time to request a favor.
Summary: Tall gray tom with blue eyes
Personality: Though he most oftenly acts calm and collected, he can break into hysterical mood swings. Equipped with a sharp tongue and cunning words, he is often reffered to as the 'Silver Fox' due to his ability to hide his emotions at ease.
When seen by his clanmates, he will most likely be in one of three moods.
1) His cheerful mood. He will act overly energetic about any and everything. In this personality, he is very generous and enjoys socializing with his clanmates, who, in turn, often try hanging around him when he is in this state. However, he has a habit of flirting whenver stricken with this character, and he enjoys doing whatever he can for his clan.
2) His dark mood. When Creststar enters this section, which is about at least once a day, run for the hills. His temper can be a storm cloud billowing on the horizon and he is most unforgiving when buried in his black mask of shadows. He deals out harsh punishments for the simplest things and is extremely strict and brutal to tresspassers. Strangely, he seemed to sense when this mood is coming (unlike the others) and always takes daily walks so that his clan might not experience his wrath.
Though it seems to be the tom's least compassionate personality, he is extremely ashamed of it and often wishes it didn't exist, worrying that it seperates him from his duties as leader and will eventually drive him into insanity.
3) Still Lake mode. The mode Creststar almost always wears. Like this, he is the wise leader that his clan deserves, and has a better understanding and is more aware of what is going on around him. He is calculating and is more dedicated to Onyxclan then his other sides, though when entering this mood, he usually forgets ever going into Personalities 1 and 2.
Calm and caring for his clan, if you are in search of his advice, now is the time to do so, for he will surely fulfill your request if not busy with something else. Strangely, he remains in this mood through-out all of Leaf-bare, as if his body adapts to a calm, calculating mind during the dreadful cold, fatal season. But as the leaves and plants grow back, he once again slips into his daily mood swings and has to return to the once-a-day walk.
History: Born in Onyxclan and living there his whole life, he spent his kit-hood moons growing up with his two younger brothers. The second oldest sibling, Rabbitkit, was mean and nasty, often picking on his younger brother. The smallest tom, Rainkit, was much the opposite; a cheerful, spirited kit who was always willing to help out. While Crestkit himself was mellow and calm, it didn't mean he neglected his kin, and when they were all made apprentices, they vowed to train with each other as much as possible.
At 7 moons, the three went on hunting patrol together with Rainkit's mentor. It was the middle of Leaf-bare, and they were on their way back to camp when a snow-storm set in. The winds were so strong that they toosed the gray apprentice around like a rag, smashing the lower parts of his brain, where his memory was held.
Luckily, the warrior managed to drag the litter-mates back to camp, and on the way, the only sense of Crestpaw's that was still aware of his surroundings was his hearing. Trailing through the snow, unconsciouse, his ears picked up his younger brothers' bickering and optimistic voices, whether it was blaming the other or assuring themselves that Crestpaw would be fine.
When Crestpaw awoke, he had somehow implanted the idea in his mind that both his brothers' personalities were his own, and that was how his three-sides developed. Now and then, he would be overly generous or sink into a terrifying rage. Either way, his brothers became frightened of him. His clanmates only dared approach him when he entered his
'Still Lake'.
When Crestpaw was made a warrior, his leader took interest in the young tom, wondering what it would be like for a multi-personality cat to lead a clan. Yet he worried about Crestfire's dark habits and he was uneasy about letting an out of control cat take care of his clanmates.
However, when Crestfire was 18 moons, he went on border patrol and was attacked by a rival clan. He had been in his Dark Mood, but as he watched his clanmates being beaten, his Still Lake forced out his evil thoughts and he assisted his companions in battle, driving off the enemy.
When Silentstar heard of what had happened, he was convinced that if Crestfire could overcome his darkness when the time called for it, then he was fit to be deputy. And so, the tom was appointed to the position.
5 moons later, Silentstar was leading his clan into battle against a scraggly band of rouges when his last life was taken from him. Crestfire and Onyxclan mourned the death of their beloved leader, but in his place, Creststar took over and vowed to bring his clan back together.
Though he still has rapid mood swings now and then and he was left with no remaining kin, (his father and mother passed on of Green-cough, Rainwhisper ran off with a loner she-cat, and Rabbitclaw was killed fighting a fox), he knew that he had to step in and lead his clanmates, as much as the idea stressed him.
Role-Play Sample:
It was quiet. Quieter then usual.
The smoky gray cat lifted his irredecent blue eyes,
scanning the white expanse for any signs of predators.
He knew the badgers would be hybernating,
but there was still the possibility of a hungry fox waking up and spotting fresh meat in the form of Guess Who.
Yeah, him.
Blinking, he looked over his shoulder, his gaze resting on a soft, shuffling pile of white.
Narrowing his gaze,
Creststar scented the air,
holding back a cringe as the frost bit at his nose.
Vole. It's small, but we need all the prey we can get.
He himself hated and was relieved by Leaf-bare.
He disliked the season because it ment illness, casualties, and the starvation of his clan.
He thanked it,
however,
because it meant he did not have to worry about slipping into his phycotic mood swings.
Crouching down,
a darker silver shadow against the snow,
he crept forward, long limbs and paws light on the ground.
Unsheathing his claws,
he froze as they clicked against the ice.
They sounded like a screeching raven in his ears over the silence of the forest,
but as he watched the prey anxiously,
he noted that it was too busy chewing on a rare acorn to notice its imminent doom.
Stepping several lengths closer,
he tensed and with a powerful leap,
the tom had pinned his target,
powerful claws snapping its spine.
"Hardly enough for a warrior. Maybe it'll feed some kits though. It's better then nothing."
Straightening,
the lean tom scuffled a light layer of frost over the vole,
knowing the cold would erase its scent from any scavengers.
Right. 20 more of those and your clan might be full for the rest of today.
He thought pessimistically,
vanishing in the eddying fog as he went off in search of anything more satisfactory then a measly twig-of-a-meal.
Password:Doughnuts[/beige]