Post by doc on Mar 25, 2012 17:22:56 GMT -6
<---- LIONSTAR
Tom, 55 moons
RANK: Leader
LIVES LEFT: 7/9
ALLIANCE: HillClan
APPEARANCE: A large ginger and white tom with yellow-gold eyes.
PERSONALITY:
Grudge-holding
Lionstar isn't someone who's going to forgive and forget. The fact that he needs to forgive and forget in the first place, means that you've hurt him, and he's not too keen on that idea. He may be in the wrong, it could be his fault, and he'll maintain the idea that it's not his fault, even though there are some who can point out that it's obviously his fault. After all, no one wants it to be their fault that they caused hurt between friends, siblings, or even mates. Lionstar rather fears being hurt or betrayed, and that can make him snappish towards those that have. He doesn't believe that forgiveness should be as simple as saying so, he thinks it should be earned, or not given at all. Those that hurt others, will probably do so again at some point. Not that he's a know all when it comes to such things, but it's probably true. At least, from what he's seen and heard.
Proud
There are no words to describe how easily you can offend this tom, but his most sensitive attribute is his pride. He's a proud, rather vain cat, and to step on either of those qualities is something that he's not too keen you do. He's not bad tempered by nature, and he prefers to think himself a lover, not a fighter, but if you offend him, you'll find his temper is as sharp as his claws. He doesn't like to accept help, even when he needs it, and to admit that he can be killed is something that makes his skin itch like nothing else. He has a strong sense of self-pride, and to have to fall back on someone else to survive the danger, is something that he'll be furious about for moons. He's not going to thank you for saving his life. In his eyes, if he can't deal with it, then he deserves to die.
Flirt
While he despises to be compared to his daddy, he does share a few things in common, such as the ability to flirt without really thinking about it. It's as natural to him as saying thank you is to others. If you're pretty, he's going to hit on you, if you're handsome, he's going to hit on you. If you're horridly, horridly, horridly deformed, well, perhaps he'll find a nice thing or two to say about you. He likes the thrill of woo-ing whoever there is, to see them fall for it, and then to rip it away, tear it to bits, and walk away. He doesn't understand that just because he doesn't believe in love, doesn't mean that others don't. He likes to practice his skill, and as he ages, he just gets better and better at it, lucky boy that he is. While he may flirt, he doesn't believe in 'true love'. At least, he's never experienced it to the point where he believes in it. He rather scoffs at those that are super devoted to their mates, as he sees them as trapped in a noose.
Confident
Confident Some people ooze slime, others ooze uncertainty, he oozes confidence. He knows what he knows, and if he doesn't, well, he'll do his best to make you think he does. He doesn't expect rejection, and to be honest, he doesn't often get it. Some would say that his confidence is tinged with the atmosphere of a predator. Go figure. He can easily upset those that are a bit more shy, or are all bluster. In the occasions that he does in fact get rejected, he's smooth enough that he'll offer a congratulations, and then go side with your enemy. He's petty, like that. A bit like a spoiled child, if he doesn't get what he wants, he'll gladly take the side of your enemy, and watch you drown. He doesn't like to get rejected, and he'll make you regret that particular life choice, if it is within his power.
Admirer of beauty
Oh, he loves lovely things. Toms, She-cats, hell, anything in the world. Which in his mind, it's a pity that he must fight those that he admires, simply because they are not from the correct Clan. Not that there is any 'correct' Clan in his mind. He also is easy going enough to admire nature, not just other cats. he enjoys nothing more than a walk during newleaf, when leaves are blooming, and birds are fluttering about, and you can see what truly makes the world worth living in. At least, to his mind. He doesn't hate a particular season, and he doesn't love on season another more than another. He finds no point, as every season has a point to it, and every season has things that are simply beautiful in it, that make it unique. However, with his thick fur, leafbare is easiest for him to tolerate, and greenleaf the most difficult.
REASON FOR NAME:
Lion - ginger coat
Star - Leader
FAMILY:
Mother: Dawnflower - deceased
Father: Falconstrike - Father
Kits: Brightcloud, Lillythorn, Brackentail
HISTORY:
Kit:
Born the only kit in his litter, he got the attention of both parents, something he was personally thrilled about. His mother, who had always wanted a daughter, was disappointed, but she thought perhaps she could at least instill some things in her only son. In Lionkit, she instilled the love of beauty, and that it should be admired in all forms, and those that destroyed it were nothing more than ignorant fools. No matter the fact that this beauty might be bearing down on them, trying to kill them. Needless to say, he rather took this to heart, and lived by this. You can bet this got him several strange looks from other cats in his Clan. From his father, he learned the art of love. And not with his father flirting with his mother. Strangely enough, she didn't mind. Despite the fact she taught him the joys of the world when it came to appearances, she wasn't the best mother. She cared for her son, but beyond making sure he didn't die, she had very little interest in him. Regardless of the attempts he made to garner a touch of her attention, and affection, it never inflated, or deflated really.
He always saw other cats with family's that were made up of a mommy and daddy, but in reality, his was made up of a mommy when it suited her, and a daddy when it suited him. He was just under the impression that perhaps that they were just busy. It wasn't until he was much older did he realize that perhaps it was not out of the very emotion that his father dabbled in that his parents had him. Perhaps, learning the truth ruined him.
Apprentice:
By time he was an apprentice, his parents were more than happy to see him out of the nursery, at least his mother was. She had what she wanted, the chance to be a mother, and she had found it was much not to her liking. Unfortunately, he was still under the impression that mommy loved daddy, and it wasn't until he saw his father flirting shamelessly with his mentor that he learned otherwise. When he confronted his sire, his ginger father merely snorted and informed his son that there was no such thing as true love. He had scoffed and told his father that love was a thing, it had to be, because it was the most priceless piece of beauty in the world. This earned him his father's scorn. From that moment, his father became nothing more than a foolish philanderer who tried to bed any cat that moved too close to him.
His apprenticesihp wasn't anything unusual, in fact, it was quite normal. He was more or less your typical apprentice, and when his training came to an end, he was quite glad. There were only so many times you could turn a blind eye to your father chatting up your mentor with him standing less than six feet away. The one thing that was interesting about his apprenticeship, was the fact that he scared off a young, very young fox. It had been harassing two younger apprentices, and when he had come to make sure they weren't lost, he had found them trying to drive it away. With his help, all three of them got out, with their limbs intact.
Warrior
As a warrior, he had not much occur to him. He stayed estranged from both parents, and though he had a fling here and there, he's not a cat who has settled down yet. Though he has developed a taste of going after she-cats who think they're higher than him. In rank, socially, in attitude, though he's rather fond of the shy ladies too. He's unknowingly copied his father's way of looking at the she-cats. Though, he does have on thing to up one his father, he'll chase toms too, quite happily, really. He's not one to turn someone away because of gender.
He lost his father, shortly after becoming a warrior, not that he particularly cares one way or another, and his mother died of greencough, the bitch. He led his life as a warrior, as one might go through a park, strolling, and enjoying the sights as he went. He's not one to take much seriously, if he can't help it, and trust me, he's tried.
Becoming deputy, was the last thing he wanted, but low and behold, he did it, though, he wasn't sure it was for a noble reason. He saw it as a way that his leader could keep an eye on him, after a bit of trouble between him and a BrookClan gal. He rather resented this idea, and it curdled his personality a bit. However, the real reason was simply because he protected a young apprentice, who was the target of a badger. It also didn't hurt that his apprentice Ravenpaw, had been there to validate the truth of the story. While his apprentice became Raveflight, and he became the deputy. He defended the scrap of fur to the point where he might as well of offered his throat to the beast. He also was known to speak his opinion regardless of what one said, so as long as he had a brain in his skull, he really couldn't do much harm to anyone around him. Lionstar, however, wouldn't want anyone to know that, so for as long as he lives, it'll because of his foray into the river.
Leader
The first few moons of his leadership were not all that smooth. In fact, they were quite bumpy and rough until he understood just what being a leader fully entailed. Not that he was thrilled about it, but the first time it hit him, was when they were struggling to fight off a fox that had made her den for her kits in their territory. The first time he lost a warrior of his Clan, it enraged him, like nothing else. It was then that he realized that he cared deeply for what happened to his Clan. The cat died, but the fox was chased out, along with her young kits. He was just grateful that she didn't take more than just one warrior.
His first life was lost, shortly before he found out that one of his, ah, flings, was pregnant. His first life was lost when a fire struck the dry Clans, drought of the greenleaf had left them all in a box of kindling. He lost his first life to a fire weakened tree, which crushed and killed him. To say it was unnerving watching a pale outline of himself appear, is an understatement. When he came back, it was a long time before he slept again.
A few moons later, he became a father, a thought that honestly scared him to death.
