Post by Mercia on Nov 5, 2016 2:05:22 GMT
Crowstar of Shadowclan
She-cat
58 moons
Shadowclan
Leader
Black & White with Green eyes
Somber
APPEARANCE
Stocky black and white she-cat with green eyes.
Crowstar is a large she-cat, she has a fairly muscular and stocky build its almost as if she was shaped like an ancient oak stump. Her fur is long and thick which makes her seem even more bulkier than if she had been born with a short, sleek coat. In addition she has broad shoulders, massive paws and a fairly rounded face and oddly small looking ears.
Her fur is black and white though it is primarily black. Her belly, chest, paws and part of her tail are white and the white patch continues through up to her neck and turns into a narrow strip along her nose. Lastly she has wide, dark green eyes set into her face. Her muzzle is scarred from years of being a warrior but for the most part her thick fur keeps any major scars from showing on her flank.
PERSONALITY
Crowstar is a calm, collected cat. When it comes to most situations she is the last to panic and is more likely to get frustrated than be panicked. She has a slow temper, hardly one to ever snap or yell. However, she is known to hold onto grudges for a long time, a supporter of the ideal never forgive and never forget. She is not known to forgive when hurt and can bring up arguments from many moons ago where she still feels wronged.
She may not look it but she is incredibly cheerful for such a relaxed cat, she rarely looks to the downside of things and tries her hardest to keep the mood of those around her up even if it is at the cost of her own dignity. She tends to be nicest towards apprentices or kits, believing the early moons of a cat’s life should be content and full of new exciting experiences, even if the ideal is delusional.
She rarely visits the nursery if there are any new-borns out of fear her large size may accidentally hurt someone. As much as she enjoys helping the youth of her clan she has issues being forthright with them and is known to 'beat around the bush' when it comes to most conversations.
She is absolutely terrible if she ever has to tell a younger cat about the death or injury of their kin or friends. She often attempts to be overly friendly and to those who are grieving she can accidentally play off their sadness by trying to make jokes or simply ignoring the problem.
As kind as she can be to her clanmates she is however very cold towards the other clan, not many would ever see her being happy during a gathering for she tends to be surly during these times. If she could avoid it at all she would choose to never see a member of any other clans at all, though despite this she tends to be more open towards non-clan cats and secretly enjoys educating anyone about clan life.
In addition to this she has severe mistrust towards the other clans, an attack could come from anywhere and she will never feel safe when close to a cat that is not Thunderclan.
She can also be lazy, while she does her work and duties well she will never be the first cat awake and is usually the first to try to sleep. She enjoys laying out in the sun and uses her few chances at free time to do just that. She enjoys hunting though her strengths tend to lean more towards fighting, she enjoys the freedom being out of camp gives her. She does tend to go out alone to hunt often. She revels in taking walks alone and enjoys privacy even if that means having to sneak out in the morning to face a long night in her clan.
Her recklessness comes in when she does want to be alone. She doesn't take into consideration that walking alone in the forest or near the borders could be dangerous and usually she's too focused in her thoughts to pay too much attention to that around her. Her legs can carry her far and she often ends up being farther away in her territory than she ever means too.
She is fiercely loyal to Shadowclan, possibly overbearingly so, being around her clan brings the best out in her. However, being around the foreign clans brings out her worse. She takes the rivalry amongst the clans very seriously and much prefers to leave the other clans alone. She strongly believes in the idea that the clan is more important than any individual.
HISTORY
Crowstar's mother was a brown tabby named Mouseflower, her father a large white and black tom called Swiftheart. They had a simple romance, friends as apprentices, and comrades as warriors and eventually when they got a bit older they became mates. There first litter was where Crowkit was born, along with two other lively littermates.
It wasn't until she was an apprentice that anything remarkable happened in her life. Her mentor was a large, old tom named Stonetooth, in all respect he should of been retired by now and he seemed to of hated to be a mentor so late into his Warrior lifestyle. While grumpy, he was incredibly patient with the younger cat not to mention he had plenty of experience and many valuable stories that Crowpaw loved to listen too. Unfortunately, Stonetooth died around the second moon of her training from an illness that struck the elderly and young kits that leaf-bare.
She was then the first apprentice to a young she-cat named Berryleg, who compared to Stonetooth didn't seem to know much of what she was doing. It was then that Crowpaw decided she had to practice a lot on her own and she would often wander farther off than she should during hunting excursions with her new mentor. She got in trouble quite a few times because of this and she had her naming ceremony held off for quite a few moons.
Finally, after showing her worth to the clan by obeying orders and fighting fiercely in a border skirmish she was dubbed Crowfang, but she was injured badly in the leg and her first few moons as a warrior was spent healing.
In her early warrior days she was a bit of a downer. She still liked to be alone and sometimes she would sit and listen to the elders but usually it seemed that she was being dragged through the mud to be able to do anything. That changed when she was able to get her very first apprentice, Cherrypaw was like having a kit without all the pain and less of the nurturing. She took great pride in watching her small apprentice grow into a strong warrior and it was at that point she learned to take pride into her clan and that a kind word can go a long way.
When Cherryheart was made into a warrior Crowfang was delighted that her small, brave apprentice showed such worth and loyalty to the clan and the two still remain friends.
Crowfang still acted mildly as if she was tired all the time, her voice remained a slow, quiet drawl but she became well known to being gentle and nice to younger cats. Though she treated her fellow warriors with respect she began to grow into her argumentative side. It was as she was reaching then end of her first season as a warrior that she began to challenge nearly everyone and everything. Not even being scolded from her higher ups stopped her from never shutting up. Still, she became a very keen hunter and her size made her a force to be reckon with during fights. She did fairly well when she led patrols, she was always very careful to listen to each individual cat.
It was after she received her third apprentice Frostpaw that she was named deputy, after the former deputy was killed from an infection after a fight. She hadn't been deputy long before she led a small border fight against Riverclan and it was in that fight where her apprentice met her death. Crowfang still feels very uncomfortable about the young cat's death. She knew the apprentice was too young, too inexperience for training but having never loss an apprentice before she hadn't imagine that outcome. Since that day she has been very focused in her work, she refuses to let anything haunt her mind and she knows that means less rest days for her.
She became leader when Yellowstar died from his illness while in his den. The idea that the former leader died in his den deeply disturbs Crowstar and because of it she has gotten the habit of constantly cleaning her den out. Sometimes she will even spends nights outside her den just so she can get a easier nights rest.
She has gotten use to her role as leader and has been settled for quite a few moons now.
It wasn't until she was an apprentice that anything remarkable happened in her life. Her mentor was a large, old tom named Stonetooth, in all respect he should of been retired by now and he seemed to of hated to be a mentor so late into his Warrior lifestyle. While grumpy, he was incredibly patient with the younger cat not to mention he had plenty of experience and many valuable stories that Crowpaw loved to listen too. Unfortunately, Stonetooth died around the second moon of her training from an illness that struck the elderly and young kits that leaf-bare.
She was then the first apprentice to a young she-cat named Berryleg, who compared to Stonetooth didn't seem to know much of what she was doing. It was then that Crowpaw decided she had to practice a lot on her own and she would often wander farther off than she should during hunting excursions with her new mentor. She got in trouble quite a few times because of this and she had her naming ceremony held off for quite a few moons.
Finally, after showing her worth to the clan by obeying orders and fighting fiercely in a border skirmish she was dubbed Crowfang, but she was injured badly in the leg and her first few moons as a warrior was spent healing.
In her early warrior days she was a bit of a downer. She still liked to be alone and sometimes she would sit and listen to the elders but usually it seemed that she was being dragged through the mud to be able to do anything. That changed when she was able to get her very first apprentice, Cherrypaw was like having a kit without all the pain and less of the nurturing. She took great pride in watching her small apprentice grow into a strong warrior and it was at that point she learned to take pride into her clan and that a kind word can go a long way.
When Cherryheart was made into a warrior Crowfang was delighted that her small, brave apprentice showed such worth and loyalty to the clan and the two still remain friends.
Crowfang still acted mildly as if she was tired all the time, her voice remained a slow, quiet drawl but she became well known to being gentle and nice to younger cats. Though she treated her fellow warriors with respect she began to grow into her argumentative side. It was as she was reaching then end of her first season as a warrior that she began to challenge nearly everyone and everything. Not even being scolded from her higher ups stopped her from never shutting up. Still, she became a very keen hunter and her size made her a force to be reckon with during fights. She did fairly well when she led patrols, she was always very careful to listen to each individual cat.
It was after she received her third apprentice Frostpaw that she was named deputy, after the former deputy was killed from an infection after a fight. She hadn't been deputy long before she led a small border fight against Riverclan and it was in that fight where her apprentice met her death. Crowfang still feels very uncomfortable about the young cat's death. She knew the apprentice was too young, too inexperience for training but having never loss an apprentice before she hadn't imagine that outcome. Since that day she has been very focused in her work, she refuses to let anything haunt her mind and she knows that means less rest days for her.
She became leader when Yellowstar died from his illness while in his den. The idea that the former leader died in his den deeply disturbs Crowstar and because of it she has gotten the habit of constantly cleaning her den out. Sometimes she will even spends nights outside her den just so she can get a easier nights rest.
She has gotten use to her role as leader and has been settled for quite a few moons now.
