Post by C H A S M on Sept 28, 2007 21:49:50 GMT -5
Name: Graystar
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 48 Moons
Clan: Hiddenclan
Desired Rank: Leader
Other Rank: ----------
Appearance: Graystar, as the name implies, is gray. Her fur is pearly gray. Her thick, fluffy pelt is most often well-groomed and slightly bristling. Her body is small, but her muscles are clearly visible despite her thick pelt. Her strong but small body suits her well, helping her throw some pretty nice attacks. Her claws and teeth are kept sharp. She trained hard as an apprentice, therefore her muscles are thick. In the case of this cat, size is no definition of power.
A thick scar runs along the back of her right front leg. The flesh is exposed, but Graystar often tries to lick her fur to cover it. It came from falling from a rock- and not just any rock. It happens to be from a Needleclan rock, one of the ones that drop of suddenly. Graystar had been struggling, hanging on by one paw. When she finally heaved herself up, she ran for it, not noticing the cut until she was safely in her own territory. No one really knows what she was doing in Needleclan territory, but no one really asked, seeing how distant and moody Graystar became after the subject was mentioned. Although the escapade seemed to have faded from the clans’ memory, it is still at the back of their minds. Graystar does her best to keep this fact hidden.
Graystar has never given much thought to her appearance. Sure, she makes sure she looks healthy, clean, and calm to support her clan and keep their trust, but she doesn’t obsess over looks. She doesn’t think of herself as beautiful or ugly, she thinks of herself as a small, gray, muscular cat with thick fur. Never has she tried to improve her appearance just to get the attention of anyone- especially a tom. Graystar feels there are more important things- the way she fights and leads her clan, the way she speaks at Gathering, and the condition of her clan. Graystar takes her duty as clan leader very seriously, leaving little time to worry about her appearance.
Graystar spent endless hours training as an apprentice, longer than most, due to two reasons. She fell ill as a kit, and was weakened greatly. She was apprenticed nearly a moon late, but that only filled her with strength and determination- to prove herself to her clan mates. Graystar didn’t want to be thought of as a weak little kit. She wanted to be the strongest, best warrior ever. She wanted to serve her clan to the best of her ability. She wanted kits to look up to her and her mother to be proud. Although many young cats shared Graystar’s dreams, most didn’t share her ambition. Graystar worked at her training from dawn until dusk- running, stalking prey, practicing fight moves, climbing trees, and even swimming. Her hard work paid off, giving her the muscular, lean body she sports today. Graystar walks confidently, although her stance is protective and concealing.
Personality: Graystar is like an onion: she has layers.
What most cats see is the confident, bold, clan leader. To them, Graystar can get anything, as long as she puts her mind to it and works hard. They see her as a great leader: calm and confident. Graystar does her best to keep up this reputation, seeing as every good clan leader needs the support of their clan. She is careful, listening to the concerns of even the smallest kit. She does her best to comfort the clan in times of trouble. She visit’s the nursery frequently, checking up on the kits and their progress. After a quick chat with the queens, Graystar heads over to the apprentices den. She shares a little chat with them about their training, and offers advice and compliments. After speaking to the warriors getting in from patrol, Graystar walks over to the medicine cat’s den to see if all the herbs are well stocked. Once Graystar feels everything is safe and in order, she goes out, usually with a couple warriors, to hunt. Since Graystar’s best ability is hunting, she brings back a lot of prey.
So surely this cat is perfect, right? Not at all. Despite the Graystar the clan knows, the real Graystar is timid, fearful, and secretive. Her mother always joked that she could use her incredibly thick pelt to hide her secrets under, and that’s basically what Graystar does. The whole clan has grown used to seeing her with her fur fluffed slightly, but most just assume that’s the way it grows. Fear scent seems to radiate from her, ever since she was a tiny kit. Her muscles are often stiff and sore from being held ready to fight all day long. Her paws ache from pacing the borders restlessly, always in fear of attack. She watches over the kits to make sure they stay healthy and able to become strong warriors. If she feels a kit is weak, she’ll call in the medicine cat to have a look. She supervises apprentices well, having assessments nearly every three days. She organizes patrols carefully, making sure there’s always a group along the borders, a group hunting, and enough cats to stay back and protect the clan. From a young age, Graystar accepted the way of her clan: secretive and shy. She doesn’t converse much with other clan leaders, saying she prefers to keep her life and her clan to herself. She doesn’t openly share information or her fears. Graystar tries to keep anything harmful hidden deep down, away. She doesn’t speak openly when she fears the clan is running out of prey, she merely assures them it’s a bad season and organizes more hunts.
Graystar likes to have things neat, in order, and planned out. She can’t stand it when something happens spontaneously. She makes sure the patrol schedule is known for the next three days, and reviews it several times each day. When the territory is under attack, Graystar lets out a yowl signaling the cats to their places. From the time they are first made warriors, Graystar assigns them each a spot along the rime of the camp protectively. She calls the apprentices who aren’t fighting over to reinforce the nursery walls, while leading the elders to a hiding place. Although she can be shy and timid, Graystar feels comfortable in her own territory. She knows the land well, and has created several of the many hide-outs throughout the thick forest. When in her own territory, she is less afraid of a fight. She knows the land, and that’s her advantage. However, on the grounds of an enemy clan, or any other clan for that matter, Graystar fells horribly unsafe. Her fur stands up so high it almost doubles her size. Blood pounds in her ears, her heart races, her limbs shake, and her muscles cramp. But Graystar puts aside her worries (or tries to), especially when one of her cats is in danger. Graystar often helps the younger cats team fight, rarely engaging in a one-on-one battle in enemy territory. The moment the fight ends, Graystar gathers her warriors and flees back to her own territory, where its safe.
Graystar has never taken a mate. No one really know why, but her excuse is that she’s too busy will important things- leading the clan. She focuses all her energies on training, leading, and protecting the band of cats that is so precious to her.
History: Graystar was born and raised in Hiddenclan. She loved the concept of her clan, from the moment she was old enough to interpret words. She always ran around the camp energetically as a kit, nodding eagerly to every cat that passed, pretending she was the strongest warrior. She played with the other kits and listened to the tales of the elders. Her first three moons of life were perfectly normal. However, Graykit soon fell ill. Her body weakened greatly, leaving her lying inside the nursery in pain while the others played. In the moons leading up to her apprenticeship, her condition hit rock bottom. Each day was a struggle for her, and the medicine cats predicted a sure, young death. When her sixth moon came around, the medicine cat and leader at the time agreed not to apprentice her until her health improved. At first, Graykit’s desire to live dropped so greatly that she almost lost her life. One day, while wheezing and wasting away the hours in the cramped nursery, Graykit decided not to let the illness have her. She would fight back, she would become an apprentice, she would become the best warrior there ever was. Determination burned inside her, and she stood up shakily. Her limbs ached, and she was barely strong enough to drag herself out of the nursery. Once she immerged in the warm sunlight, Graykit felt loads better. She stood in the center of camp, letting the spring breeze ruffle her matted fur. Stretching, Graykit forced away the sick feelings and tiredness, focusing instead on the future that she could have. If only…If only…a bird flew by, landing in the tree in the center of camp. Forgetting her weakness and condition, Graykit ran, chasing the bird up the tree, pouncing on it, and killing it. She jumped down, landing neatly in the tall grass. She settled down in front of her fresh caught meal, and tool a large mouthful. It tasted heavenly- better than any bird, any prey, she’d every eaten before. It was her prey that she had caught herself, and it was delicious. The feeling was amazing, and Graykit knew what she had to do. For each day for the next two moons, Graykit trained herself in the camp endlessly. Even when she was in brutal pain, when she’d like nothing more than to curl up and sleep, Graykit trained on. She spent hours, rain, snow, or shine, building up her strength, dreaming of the future she realized she could have.
When she turned eight moons, apprenticeship was considered. Under careful watch for the next half-moon, Graykit trained herself even harder. She was allowed out of the camp if she had another cat with her. With the aid of her clan, Graykit became an apprentice, although two and a half moons late. Her new name thrilled her, to the point of talking to herself. She could often be heard muttering “Come on, Graypaw. Graypaw, train harder, Graypaw!” And she did train harder. She begged and begged her mentor to take her out, and keep her out, only for a few more minutes, just one more mouse, just one more fight! She watched everything, and practiced it relentlessly. There was a way to become a warrior, and she was definitely going to find it. When she was nearly eleven moons, her strength had fully returned. A moon later, she received her warrior name Grayfeather.
Thrilled that she had finally achieved her dream, Grayfeather served her clan to the best of her abilities. When the current deputy died, Grayfeather was chosen to take up the job. Grayfeather was achieving her dreams at last. She prayed every night that she would get the chance to become leader, and lead such a marvelous clan.
One day, her dream came true. After the leader had died of illness, Grayfeather appointed a new deputy and made the journey to Glisteningshards. She received her nine lives and new name, Graystar. Graystar helped her clan through many battles and hardships, and has remained the unchallenged leader of Hiddenclan since then.
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Gender: She-Cat
Age: 48 Moons
Clan: Hiddenclan
Desired Rank: Leader
Other Rank: ----------
Appearance: Graystar, as the name implies, is gray. Her fur is pearly gray. Her thick, fluffy pelt is most often well-groomed and slightly bristling. Her body is small, but her muscles are clearly visible despite her thick pelt. Her strong but small body suits her well, helping her throw some pretty nice attacks. Her claws and teeth are kept sharp. She trained hard as an apprentice, therefore her muscles are thick. In the case of this cat, size is no definition of power.
A thick scar runs along the back of her right front leg. The flesh is exposed, but Graystar often tries to lick her fur to cover it. It came from falling from a rock- and not just any rock. It happens to be from a Needleclan rock, one of the ones that drop of suddenly. Graystar had been struggling, hanging on by one paw. When she finally heaved herself up, she ran for it, not noticing the cut until she was safely in her own territory. No one really knows what she was doing in Needleclan territory, but no one really asked, seeing how distant and moody Graystar became after the subject was mentioned. Although the escapade seemed to have faded from the clans’ memory, it is still at the back of their minds. Graystar does her best to keep this fact hidden.
Graystar has never given much thought to her appearance. Sure, she makes sure she looks healthy, clean, and calm to support her clan and keep their trust, but she doesn’t obsess over looks. She doesn’t think of herself as beautiful or ugly, she thinks of herself as a small, gray, muscular cat with thick fur. Never has she tried to improve her appearance just to get the attention of anyone- especially a tom. Graystar feels there are more important things- the way she fights and leads her clan, the way she speaks at Gathering, and the condition of her clan. Graystar takes her duty as clan leader very seriously, leaving little time to worry about her appearance.
Graystar spent endless hours training as an apprentice, longer than most, due to two reasons. She fell ill as a kit, and was weakened greatly. She was apprenticed nearly a moon late, but that only filled her with strength and determination- to prove herself to her clan mates. Graystar didn’t want to be thought of as a weak little kit. She wanted to be the strongest, best warrior ever. She wanted to serve her clan to the best of her ability. She wanted kits to look up to her and her mother to be proud. Although many young cats shared Graystar’s dreams, most didn’t share her ambition. Graystar worked at her training from dawn until dusk- running, stalking prey, practicing fight moves, climbing trees, and even swimming. Her hard work paid off, giving her the muscular, lean body she sports today. Graystar walks confidently, although her stance is protective and concealing.
Personality: Graystar is like an onion: she has layers.
What most cats see is the confident, bold, clan leader. To them, Graystar can get anything, as long as she puts her mind to it and works hard. They see her as a great leader: calm and confident. Graystar does her best to keep up this reputation, seeing as every good clan leader needs the support of their clan. She is careful, listening to the concerns of even the smallest kit. She does her best to comfort the clan in times of trouble. She visit’s the nursery frequently, checking up on the kits and their progress. After a quick chat with the queens, Graystar heads over to the apprentices den. She shares a little chat with them about their training, and offers advice and compliments. After speaking to the warriors getting in from patrol, Graystar walks over to the medicine cat’s den to see if all the herbs are well stocked. Once Graystar feels everything is safe and in order, she goes out, usually with a couple warriors, to hunt. Since Graystar’s best ability is hunting, she brings back a lot of prey.
So surely this cat is perfect, right? Not at all. Despite the Graystar the clan knows, the real Graystar is timid, fearful, and secretive. Her mother always joked that she could use her incredibly thick pelt to hide her secrets under, and that’s basically what Graystar does. The whole clan has grown used to seeing her with her fur fluffed slightly, but most just assume that’s the way it grows. Fear scent seems to radiate from her, ever since she was a tiny kit. Her muscles are often stiff and sore from being held ready to fight all day long. Her paws ache from pacing the borders restlessly, always in fear of attack. She watches over the kits to make sure they stay healthy and able to become strong warriors. If she feels a kit is weak, she’ll call in the medicine cat to have a look. She supervises apprentices well, having assessments nearly every three days. She organizes patrols carefully, making sure there’s always a group along the borders, a group hunting, and enough cats to stay back and protect the clan. From a young age, Graystar accepted the way of her clan: secretive and shy. She doesn’t converse much with other clan leaders, saying she prefers to keep her life and her clan to herself. She doesn’t openly share information or her fears. Graystar tries to keep anything harmful hidden deep down, away. She doesn’t speak openly when she fears the clan is running out of prey, she merely assures them it’s a bad season and organizes more hunts.
Graystar likes to have things neat, in order, and planned out. She can’t stand it when something happens spontaneously. She makes sure the patrol schedule is known for the next three days, and reviews it several times each day. When the territory is under attack, Graystar lets out a yowl signaling the cats to their places. From the time they are first made warriors, Graystar assigns them each a spot along the rime of the camp protectively. She calls the apprentices who aren’t fighting over to reinforce the nursery walls, while leading the elders to a hiding place. Although she can be shy and timid, Graystar feels comfortable in her own territory. She knows the land well, and has created several of the many hide-outs throughout the thick forest. When in her own territory, she is less afraid of a fight. She knows the land, and that’s her advantage. However, on the grounds of an enemy clan, or any other clan for that matter, Graystar fells horribly unsafe. Her fur stands up so high it almost doubles her size. Blood pounds in her ears, her heart races, her limbs shake, and her muscles cramp. But Graystar puts aside her worries (or tries to), especially when one of her cats is in danger. Graystar often helps the younger cats team fight, rarely engaging in a one-on-one battle in enemy territory. The moment the fight ends, Graystar gathers her warriors and flees back to her own territory, where its safe.
Graystar has never taken a mate. No one really know why, but her excuse is that she’s too busy will important things- leading the clan. She focuses all her energies on training, leading, and protecting the band of cats that is so precious to her.
History: Graystar was born and raised in Hiddenclan. She loved the concept of her clan, from the moment she was old enough to interpret words. She always ran around the camp energetically as a kit, nodding eagerly to every cat that passed, pretending she was the strongest warrior. She played with the other kits and listened to the tales of the elders. Her first three moons of life were perfectly normal. However, Graykit soon fell ill. Her body weakened greatly, leaving her lying inside the nursery in pain while the others played. In the moons leading up to her apprenticeship, her condition hit rock bottom. Each day was a struggle for her, and the medicine cats predicted a sure, young death. When her sixth moon came around, the medicine cat and leader at the time agreed not to apprentice her until her health improved. At first, Graykit’s desire to live dropped so greatly that she almost lost her life. One day, while wheezing and wasting away the hours in the cramped nursery, Graykit decided not to let the illness have her. She would fight back, she would become an apprentice, she would become the best warrior there ever was. Determination burned inside her, and she stood up shakily. Her limbs ached, and she was barely strong enough to drag herself out of the nursery. Once she immerged in the warm sunlight, Graykit felt loads better. She stood in the center of camp, letting the spring breeze ruffle her matted fur. Stretching, Graykit forced away the sick feelings and tiredness, focusing instead on the future that she could have. If only…If only…a bird flew by, landing in the tree in the center of camp. Forgetting her weakness and condition, Graykit ran, chasing the bird up the tree, pouncing on it, and killing it. She jumped down, landing neatly in the tall grass. She settled down in front of her fresh caught meal, and tool a large mouthful. It tasted heavenly- better than any bird, any prey, she’d every eaten before. It was her prey that she had caught herself, and it was delicious. The feeling was amazing, and Graykit knew what she had to do. For each day for the next two moons, Graykit trained herself in the camp endlessly. Even when she was in brutal pain, when she’d like nothing more than to curl up and sleep, Graykit trained on. She spent hours, rain, snow, or shine, building up her strength, dreaming of the future she realized she could have.
When she turned eight moons, apprenticeship was considered. Under careful watch for the next half-moon, Graykit trained herself even harder. She was allowed out of the camp if she had another cat with her. With the aid of her clan, Graykit became an apprentice, although two and a half moons late. Her new name thrilled her, to the point of talking to herself. She could often be heard muttering “Come on, Graypaw. Graypaw, train harder, Graypaw!” And she did train harder. She begged and begged her mentor to take her out, and keep her out, only for a few more minutes, just one more mouse, just one more fight! She watched everything, and practiced it relentlessly. There was a way to become a warrior, and she was definitely going to find it. When she was nearly eleven moons, her strength had fully returned. A moon later, she received her warrior name Grayfeather.
Thrilled that she had finally achieved her dream, Grayfeather served her clan to the best of her abilities. When the current deputy died, Grayfeather was chosen to take up the job. Grayfeather was achieving her dreams at last. She prayed every night that she would get the chance to become leader, and lead such a marvelous clan.
One day, her dream came true. After the leader had died of illness, Grayfeather appointed a new deputy and made the journey to Glisteningshards. She received her nine lives and new name, Graystar. Graystar helped her clan through many battles and hardships, and has remained the unchallenged leader of Hiddenclan since then.
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