Post by Yoko on Oct 3, 2009 14:45:27 GMT -6
Name: Lost (formerly Crowstar) (referred to in StarClan as Loststar)
Age: 42 moons (Has 3 lives remaining)
Gender: tom
Mate/Crush: formerly Dawnflower (deceased); Is open to new mate
Previous Clan: ShadowClan
Residence Rogue Loft
Rogue because: He abandoned his Clan for reasons he refused to give.
Kin: None living (or I could make connections to any SC cat if you pm me)
Description: Muscular as the first day of his warriorhood. His leg muscles are especially impressive for a cat whose been living off of two leg rubbish and mice for so long. He has long white fur with splotches of black. His face in particular is almost an exact mask pattern except for the line on his nose and the smudge beneath his left eye. His tail is black from the base but has a white tip. His right forpaw is dipped black. Also, he has amber eyes, once bright with fierceness to live, now dull with desire to die. He has several battlemarks, but the most noticeable is the nick on his left ear. The one that pains him most is the slash mark running from the base of his tail to his upperthroat. This is not usually visible unless his fur is matted down from rain.
Personality: He was once a cat of true dignity and honor. The model Clan Cat, a breaker of the stereotypical ShadowClan Leader. In battle, he believed in straightforward fighting. Frontal blows and facing his opponents head on. Mercy was not an unheard of concept for him and he respected his enemies that put up a good battle, whether they fled or died at his claws.
It took him a long time to fall in love (because he's fond of the honest and fair she-cats) but he has always had a firm belief on how a she-cat should be treated. Every she-cat is worthy of having her honor defended, but especially a she-cat who has captured his affection. He believes in courting for quite a while before agreeing to become mates, that's the proper way to go about it in his opinion. But that courting is certainly not lacking in passion.
Now he is broken. He has resolved to never return to his Clan. His eyes are hollow as his heart. His grief is so great, he's considered, more than once, allowing himself to starve, or throwing himself to twoleg dogs. Neither of which he sees as an honorable death.
History: He was the only son of the ShadowClan Deputy and a slightly mixed blood ShadowClan Queen. His father had died shortly after his birth, never survivng to become Shadowclan's leader. From the age of four moons, Crowkit felt that he was destined to take the position his father had so long strived to attain: ShadowClan Leader.
His apprenticeship was not fun and games. He was quite loyal to his friends, but he never played with them. He trained his hardest in battle and struggled for a long time to improve his hunting skills. When he wasn't training or on patrols he spent his spare time giving back to the Clan, brining freshkill to queens, changing elders' bedding. It was amazing that any ShadowClan apprentice had chores to do when Crowpaw did the work of several apprentices.
Warriorhood was just a continuation of apprenticeship for him. He did not train under a mentor, but he continued to train. His favorite battlemoves were perfected, his hunting skills magnificance. He stayed humble, always noting that a leader needed to give back to his Clan. He did extra patrols and paid no mind to the flirting she-cats he passed by. He was made Deputy in no time.
The day the ShadowClan leader died was stormy. Crowstar accepted his Leader postion, drenched in rain and shouting over thunder. By some miracle, perhaps Starclan, the storm ended when he emerged from Mothermouth, having accepted all nine of lives. He lived as a proud leader for a long time. He had gained respect from even Thunderclan, though Clan rivalry was fierce. He was happiest this way, as an effiecient, strong leader.
Then he met her. A beautiful RiverClan warrior, her pelt bright as the Morning Sun. She was fittingly named Dawnflower. He had fought off so many flirtings and emotions with ShadowClan she-cats, the power of his attraction to her amazed him beyond words. It was obvous from the way her eyes traced over him that she felt the same. They began meeting at Four Trees and soon became mates. Crowstar's every waking moment became filled with thoughts of her and it was reflected in his duties to his Clan. He knew he would not be able to hide it much longer.
One stormy night, he met with her at Four Trees to tell her that they must end this. She revealed to him that she was carrying kits. He was shocked, and happy, and pained all at once. What was he doing? He was a leader! But something unexpected happened. A WindClan cat, whom Dawnflower had pretended was her mate, rushed out and confronted Crowstar in fury. Dawnflower begged him to stop, but the cat was not consoled. He attacked Crowstar and a vicious battle ensued. Dawnflower rushed between them and in his blind rage, the supposed mate killed Dawnflower. Agonized, Crowstar cried out and ripped the throat of the WindClan Warrior. Blood was spilled in Four Trees.
Exhausted, Crowstar cleaned up the mess. The rain washed away most of the blood, and he dragged the bodies to the gorge and let them plummet into the river below.
It was dawn before the leader returned. The rain had become a slight drizzle. The Clan gathered around with worried and firghtened looks. Crowstar announced that he was abandoning his position. He was careful not to look at or mention Specklepelt. If he did they might have thought she had something to do with it. He didn't want to cause more trouble for her. Then he left.
Recently he has lived in the rogue loft. Straying out only in desperate hunger and only at night. He had avoided being seen until some strange kittypet ran into him one night. Crowstar declared his name was lost. And the kittypet confused this with meaning his name was Lost. Though Crowstar has tried hard to avoid the kittypet he can't seem to shake the silver and black cat. And slowly, Crowstar can't help revealing small bits of Clanlife to him. But that's harmless, right?
Roleplay example:
Other: Dawnflower has no kits. WindClan believes she and her mate ran off together because they were unhappy in their Clan. More explained in her bio.
P.S: This is the cat mentioned in Specklestar's and Drake's Bios. I'll edit them because those say he's completely white.
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