Post by Phantomstar on Dec 31, 2007 16:50:48 GMT -5
Name: Spellstar
Gender: Tom
Age: 50 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Leader
Appearance: One would have thought that Spellstar would make a banner warrior just by setting eyes on him. He is about average in size, and a rather thin build, but that was excellent for speed, which made the young tom a wonderful hunter. His pelt is a soft black, letting it blend easily with his surroundings. The fur has an easy texture, but not soft enough to be knotted easily.
Of course, Spellstar does have a little odd quirk, which is probably what earned him his name. His eyes are a pale lavender. They don't look it at a distance, however. The irises are died a grayish lavender, and at a distance, almost looks completely gray. This makes him very noticeable should the sun hit his eyes the right way, which easily gives him away as an enemy to prey, and enemies.
Personality: Sure, he looks like a well built Clan-cat, but getting to know Spellstar quickly reveals that he is actually quite the exact opposite. This tom isn't exactly shy, per say, but is very quiet, and not necessarily social, either. In fact, he avoids most social interaction, if possible. Spellstar's voice can barely be heard at several fox-lengths away, when the usual cat can be heard up to a mile away when needed. But, he will raise his voice for a meeting or Gathering.
In social interaction, Spellstar hesitates often, and makes himself even less likable before, if that's at all possible. Usually, he'll try and drop a conversation as soon as he can.
History: Spellpaw was a newly named apprentice from LeafClan, a Clan far away from the ancient four Clans. He used to have two very close friends, Gogglepaw and Ringpaw. Now, he doesn't have either one. I'm sure you're wondering why by now, so I'll tell you.
It doesn't seem so long ago that they were separated. They're Clan was close to a river, and the three of them often played there. Gogglepaw and Ringpaw were trying to catch a fish. Spellpaw, as usual, didn't really participate. Spellpaw heard a splash, and raced to the river. In the rushing water was Gogglepaw, who had no idea how to fight a current. But, they couldn't just stand there, and Ringpaw went in after him. Spellpaw stayed on the bank, looking for something to pull them in with, which was probably the best idea.
Gogglepaw seemed much more interested in helping Ringpaw out then himself. He stayed by her, trying to help the young she-cat get to the edge. As she was bobbed in and out of the water, Spellpaw raced along the side of the bank, dipping in a large stick. Eventually, Ringpaw managed to grab hold. As Spellpaw dragged her up onto the bank, Gogglepaw let out a loud, horrid screech of pain. Spellpaw acted fast. Blood was pooling into the river water from a wound in Gogglepaw's side. Spellpaw's jaws clamped down on the other apprentice's scruff, and he managed to pull his friend ashore. But it was too late. He could only watch as Gogglepaw lay limp at Spellpaw's paws, dead.
He was devastated. It felt like his entire world was crashing down. Those two apprentices... They were like his family. As a kit, Spellpaw's dad, Whitefang, had been banished from the Clan. His mother died from blackcough shortly after. Losing Gogglepaw was just as wretched as losing his own father a second time. And, after a few moments, he realized what his Clan mates would think of this. They would think that he had murdered Gogglepaw. Spellpaw closed his pale, lavender eyes, and raced away. "Spellpaw! Wait!" He heard Ringpaw shrieking for him to stay, but he continued on.
•••
Spellpaw collapsed in the cold snow. He was breathing heavily, blood dripping from a wound in his shoulder. The entire land smelled like cats, but he hadn't exactly come across a cat. Spellpaw had found a badger instead.
He slowly let his softly colored eyes close. The cold was finally starting to get to him. Was this really the end? No... There was a voice... "Huh... Hawktail, is it alive?" It was a voice of a cat foreign to him. A Clan other than LeafClan. He couldn't move... Too numb...
"Maybe... Erm, Snowclaw, let's just bring 'im back to camp." Spellpaw managed to open his eyes. He was two toms standing over him, one white, and one brown tabby. The white one blinked, and picked him up by the scruff of his neck, dragging him off somewhere.
•••
Spellpaw was made an official apprentice of RiverClan. He received his warrior name, Spellcannon, and was later named deputy. Afterwards, the leader of RiverClan was killed by a fox, and Spellcannon received the name Spellstar, and took leadership of RiverClan.
Other: Speaks in LAVENDER
Other Accounts: None
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Gender: Tom
Age: 50 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Leader
Appearance: One would have thought that Spellstar would make a banner warrior just by setting eyes on him. He is about average in size, and a rather thin build, but that was excellent for speed, which made the young tom a wonderful hunter. His pelt is a soft black, letting it blend easily with his surroundings. The fur has an easy texture, but not soft enough to be knotted easily.
Of course, Spellstar does have a little odd quirk, which is probably what earned him his name. His eyes are a pale lavender. They don't look it at a distance, however. The irises are died a grayish lavender, and at a distance, almost looks completely gray. This makes him very noticeable should the sun hit his eyes the right way, which easily gives him away as an enemy to prey, and enemies.
Personality: Sure, he looks like a well built Clan-cat, but getting to know Spellstar quickly reveals that he is actually quite the exact opposite. This tom isn't exactly shy, per say, but is very quiet, and not necessarily social, either. In fact, he avoids most social interaction, if possible. Spellstar's voice can barely be heard at several fox-lengths away, when the usual cat can be heard up to a mile away when needed. But, he will raise his voice for a meeting or Gathering.
In social interaction, Spellstar hesitates often, and makes himself even less likable before, if that's at all possible. Usually, he'll try and drop a conversation as soon as he can.
History: Spellpaw was a newly named apprentice from LeafClan, a Clan far away from the ancient four Clans. He used to have two very close friends, Gogglepaw and Ringpaw. Now, he doesn't have either one. I'm sure you're wondering why by now, so I'll tell you.
It doesn't seem so long ago that they were separated. They're Clan was close to a river, and the three of them often played there. Gogglepaw and Ringpaw were trying to catch a fish. Spellpaw, as usual, didn't really participate. Spellpaw heard a splash, and raced to the river. In the rushing water was Gogglepaw, who had no idea how to fight a current. But, they couldn't just stand there, and Ringpaw went in after him. Spellpaw stayed on the bank, looking for something to pull them in with, which was probably the best idea.
Gogglepaw seemed much more interested in helping Ringpaw out then himself. He stayed by her, trying to help the young she-cat get to the edge. As she was bobbed in and out of the water, Spellpaw raced along the side of the bank, dipping in a large stick. Eventually, Ringpaw managed to grab hold. As Spellpaw dragged her up onto the bank, Gogglepaw let out a loud, horrid screech of pain. Spellpaw acted fast. Blood was pooling into the river water from a wound in Gogglepaw's side. Spellpaw's jaws clamped down on the other apprentice's scruff, and he managed to pull his friend ashore. But it was too late. He could only watch as Gogglepaw lay limp at Spellpaw's paws, dead.
He was devastated. It felt like his entire world was crashing down. Those two apprentices... They were like his family. As a kit, Spellpaw's dad, Whitefang, had been banished from the Clan. His mother died from blackcough shortly after. Losing Gogglepaw was just as wretched as losing his own father a second time. And, after a few moments, he realized what his Clan mates would think of this. They would think that he had murdered Gogglepaw. Spellpaw closed his pale, lavender eyes, and raced away. "Spellpaw! Wait!" He heard Ringpaw shrieking for him to stay, but he continued on.
•••
Spellpaw collapsed in the cold snow. He was breathing heavily, blood dripping from a wound in his shoulder. The entire land smelled like cats, but he hadn't exactly come across a cat. Spellpaw had found a badger instead.
He slowly let his softly colored eyes close. The cold was finally starting to get to him. Was this really the end? No... There was a voice... "Huh... Hawktail, is it alive?" It was a voice of a cat foreign to him. A Clan other than LeafClan. He couldn't move... Too numb...
"Maybe... Erm, Snowclaw, let's just bring 'im back to camp." Spellpaw managed to open his eyes. He was two toms standing over him, one white, and one brown tabby. The white one blinked, and picked him up by the scruff of his neck, dragging him off somewhere.
•••
Spellpaw was made an official apprentice of RiverClan. He received his warrior name, Spellcannon, and was later named deputy. Afterwards, the leader of RiverClan was killed by a fox, and Spellcannon received the name Spellstar, and took leadership of RiverClan.
Other: Speaks in LAVENDER
Other Accounts: None
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