Phantomstar ~ Starclan Leader

[Phantomstar]

Alright, I will apologize in advance for the lengthiness of this bio. I have a tendency to be a detail-oriented perfectionist. I used my own form, but everything in your form is in mine. All I did was add some sub-categories and delved into details.

x.x.Basics__


x.x.Info__

x.x.Name__ Phantomstar

x.x.Former Names__ Phantomkit, Phantompaw,
Phantomstride

x.x.Gender__ Male

x.x.Age__ 89 moons (at time of death)

x.x.Clan__ Starclan

x.x.Rank__ Leader

x.x.Relatives__(Deceased. See History)__ Emberdance (mother), Flare (father), Strike (brother).



x.x.Appearance__


x.x.Fur__

x.x.General Color__ Phantomstar has a black-colored base pelt with rows upon rows of silver rosettes, aligned almost like the scales of a fish. As the pattern reaches Phantomstar's tail, the rosettes and spots merge to form silver rings that wrap his tail. Nearing the very tip these stripes merge as well, creating a silver-tipped tail. His paws are the same silver color as his spots, but his lower legs are black and free of spots. Silver stripes also envelope his face and upper forelegs; small silver spots are visible at the base of each whisker. Also, his chest is a raven black. His nose is a light gray in color and silver clings to the fur in the immediate area of his mouth.

x.x.Texture & Length__ Phantomstar's fur is that of a typical short-haired cat. The fur itself is not much longer than the length of one of his paws. Unlike the fur covering most of his body, the fur on his tail is quite a bit longer, causing it to look strangely fluffy and out-of-proportion, but it still holds its pattern. The fur on his chest and belly is also a tad bit longer, but no nearly as long as the fur on his tail.

x.x.Unique Markings__ Phantomstar has multiple scars lining his body in various places, as well as some unusual markings in his fur pattern. A thin line runs the length of his back, in the form of a long scar that developed silver fur around its edges. On the top of his forehead is a small diamond shaped patch of silver, too. The tip of his right ear is left hanging by just a sliver of skin, yet Phantomstar refuses to remove it even though it is unsightly and awkward. A scar about the length of a mouse (from head to tail) reigns the area of his stomach and yet another scar marks the bridge of his nose, connecting the corners of both eyes.


x.x.Head__

x.x.Proportion__ Phantomstar's head is small is proportion to his comparatively small body. His muzzle is long as well as slim and his general face shape is that of a downward-pointing triangle.

x.x.Eye Color__ Phantomstar's eyes are one of his most appealing features as they are fairly rare in non-white and non-pointed cats. His eyes are an eerie, icy, chilling blue color with green/brown centers. They fade from on color to the next, from pupil to green, from green to blue. They have crystal like-formations in their depths, particularly visible in the blue areas.

x.x.Eye Size and Shape__ Phantomstar's eyes are extremely large in comparison to the rest of his face. They are the dominating feature, by far, and add a considerable amount of expressiveness to his gaze. They are approximately the size of a large pistachio (shell and all) and similarly shaped as well.

x.x.Ear, Nose, and Throat Specialist__ Phantomstar's ears are another large feature on his face, but not nearly as dominating as his eyes. They contain plenty of little silver hairs which look a bit odd in his mainly black face. His nose is a pale gray-black shade and always seems slightly glistening, especially when the sun casts its rays upon it. His teeth are unusually long and slender, yet they retain the typical strength of any tooth.


x.x.Body__

x.x.General Build__ Phantomstar is a lean cat of slight build. His extremities are thin and fragile in appearance, but his thin and corded muscles provide strong stability and reinforcements that his skinny bones couldn't possible provide on their own. At times one can easily see the muscles ripple beneath his thin fur, but unlike many muscled cats his muscles don't come at the cost of bulkiness and clumsiness. If it weren't for his muscles one would most likely be able to see his ribs without looking very hard, since he's an almost dangerously skinny feline.

x.x.Proportion__ Phantomstar's body is almost evenly distributed, except for his facial features and head size. His head is a tad bit smaller than normal for a cat of his small frame. Also, his legs are longer and skinnier than they should be for his body.

x.x.Paws and Claws__ Phantomstar's paws are large-ish for his skinny legs, and their pads are the color of dull stones. They are leathery and rough, cracked with the pressure of walking long distances on patrols and journeys through Shadowclan territory.

x.x.Tail__ Phantomstar's tail is of a lengthy size, not to mention of a largely increased size (at least it looks like it) thanks to the long fur that covers its surface. Under all of that fluff is a dangerously feeble-boned structure. unlike the rest of his body, muscles don't line his tail, making it fragile and a weak spot.


x.x.Misc__

x.x.Nightly Appearance__ In the dark, Phantomstar's eyes tend to reflect the moons light as a dark red color (I have a cat who's eyes do this. It's really creepy...). Also Phantomstar's black coat tends to look slightly blue in the moonlight and his silver parts shine almost like the moon itself. His stalking skills are impaired thanks to this as his silver coloring stands out against the darkness of night.



x.x.Personality__

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x.x.Towards...__

x.x.Kits__ Phantomstar is a very picky cat when it comes to those he likes to associate with. Being a leader he has to show kindness and equality towards all rankings in a clan, even if he doesn't feel the way he shows. This play a big role in his attitude towards younger cats. Though Phantomstar shows a benevolent paw to kits, in his head he finds himself constantly wanting to unnecessarily scold them or roll his eyes at their immature behavior. Though he knows they are young and inexperienced, he can't help but be bothered by them.

x.x.Apprentices__ Phantomstar's attitude towards apprentices is similar to that of his attitude toward kits. He finds himself less inclined to constrain his feelings toward apprentices since they are older and able to accept more criticism, but he saves most of his annoyance for the younger warriors. He surely didn't enjoy having apprentices as a warrior, but if his apprentice did something wrong or disobeyed him he was able to scold to his heart's delight (He would never scold to the point of unacceptability, however. He can restrain himself enough.).

x.x.Young Warriors__ Phantomstar likes the younger warriors the least as they must always have some bit of drama going on. Always. He despises this need for life to seem so complicated, so when drama rears its ugly head he attempts to slay it before fights break out between the younger generation over stupid reasons. As a leader Phantomstar has to set aside his differences with this group and try to make sure his temper doesn't over flow with them (they spike it the most...).

x.x.Senior Warriors__ Phantomstar loves this group, almost as much as his faithful deputy. He can always rely on the experienced cats and would trust them with his life. He shows them the utmost respect as some are even older and more knowledgeable (maybe even more fit to be leader) than he is.

x.x.Queens__ Phantomstar gives queens no more special treatment than is necessary as he finds that, so long as they are not very near birth or tending to kits, they can fend for themselves just as well as any cat. He still follows typical expectations by not requiring them to hunt or supply themselves with their own bedding, but wishes he could change that expectation.

x.x.Elders__ These cats can go either way. They tend to complain too much in Phantomstar's opinion and they often go too far into detail when talking about the 'good old days.' He doesn't care much for the 'good old days'; he's interested in the now (and the old battle stories of course!). Those always get him hyped up. He dislikes how decrepit some seem and how broken down they are. He hates seeing cats in their older state because he knows, one day she'll be like that, unable to protect his clan, unable, even, to hunt her own food. He feels bad for the elders, but tries his best to make their elder years fun, just as he'd want them to be for himself.

x.x.Medicine Cats__ This group doesn't matter much to Phantomstar, in truth, and they never really have. He understands that they're an important component of a clan, but they just nag at him about things. Rip that stupid, silly-looking ear off! Phantomstar just doesn't care for that healing crap and doesn't want to waste his time getting something fixed that doesn't need to be fixed. He tries to treat them nicely, but it doesn't always work too well.

x.x.Deputies__ Phantomstar respects his left-hand-cat more than any other in the world. He knows how much restraint it must take to hold back their want to be on top, because he was in their shoes at one point. He shares his secrets with them, and trusts them enough that he knows they'd never tell a soul (Or he hopes so, at least). He gives them a few more privileges than some others, like the option to eat before a hunting patrol to keep their strength up, and what not. He'd never treat his deputy rudely, unless they completely and utterly deserved it.

x.x.Other Leaders__ Phantomstar acts as if he's completely superior than these silly excuses for leaders. Honestly, if he seems shy and weak, what will they think of his clan? Though Batclan is intimidating, Phantomstar will never let anyone else know that. He was the picture of his clan, if he showed lack of confidence his clan would be more apt for an attack from other clans. His attitude towards these cats holds snide comments and rude, degrading remarks.



x.x.History__


x.x.Before His Time__

x.x.Mother__ Phantomstar's mother was a Shadowclan cat that went by the name of Emberdance. She was a beautiful orange cat with cream spots that happened to fall for an undeserving loner named Flare. She was a newly appointed warrior when she became pregnant with Phantomstar and his brother.

x.x.Father__ Flare was a rough and tough loner with multiple battle scars and a personality that could charm any she-cat. He finally found a cat that he needed dearly, Emberdance of Shadowclan. However his need for her wasn't out of love, it was out of selfishness and greed.

x.x.Their Story__ Emberdance was pregnant with Flare's kits when she snuck out of camp to see him. An early birth struck her down as they sat and discussed the plans for the kits. Unable to defend herself, Flare struck her multiple times with unsheathed claws. Two kits were born. One the father declared Strike and the other went un-named as Emberdance rebounded against Flare. being a well-trained clan cat she fought furiously, but as she tangled with Flare he momentarily broke away to snag Strike.

"Leave me be," Flare had threatened, holding Strike's fragile neck in his jaws, "Or he dies." Emberdance stopped immediately. As soon as she hesitated Flare clawed her neck, severing skin and veins, blood poured everywhere, but Emberdance wasn't done yet. She struck out at his throat, and he wasn't ready thinking she'd stay calm to protect her kit. His windpipe was sliced open as her claws flew through his skin like a warm knife in butter.

In his last conscious moments he chomped down upon poor little Strike's neck. The kit wailed in pain, but it was cut off in seconds. Both were dead and Emberdance was nearing death's clutches too. She was light-headed and dizzy, but strong enough grasp the un-named kit in her mouth and stagger back to camp. By the time she reached her home she collapsed in the entrance, exhausted and near-death.

The medicine cat thundered from his den to tend to the injured queen, and was joined with other bystanders. To his despair, Emberdance was beyond hope. She'd die before sun high.

"His name..." Emberdance had murmured, barely alive and barely breathing, "is Phantomkit." As she uttered the name of her newborn her eyes glazed over, casting a non-focused stare, ever locked in one spot. The medicine cat shut her eyes with his paws.

"We must find the cat the did this. He cannot get away with such an act," a warrior exclaimed. Phantomstar was an orphan, his mother killed brutally by his own father, his father killed in self-defense. How was he to grow up to be a reasonable cat without any guidance? Only Starclan knew.


x.x.Kithood__

x.x.Being Young is Hard__ Phantomstar's kithood was rough. He was constantly struggling to find out whom he really was and what he was meant to do in life. He had no father-figure to look up to, no mother to comfort him when he cried, and, on top of it all, he was alone. He had a foster mother, but she never felt right. The cats had tried to convince him that she was his real mother, but her never felt that connection; he knew they were hiding the truth from him.

At three moons he stalked into the leader’s den and demanded answers. He wanted to know the truth, and he was going to find it. The leader brushed him aside with the typical, “She is your mother, Phantomkit. Leave me be, I have things to do...” answer and left poor Phantomkit to find his way through life, answerless and solitary. He wasn’t taken seriously, and despite being mature for his age, nobody would tell him the story of Emberdance and Flare.

Except for one rickety old elder on the night he died. Phantomstar remembers that chilling night as if had only happened a few sunsets ago...

*****

Phantomkit stalked into the elders’ den, angered at how his stupid foster mom had brushed him off like that when he’d asked, yet again, for answers. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He hoped maybe some dumb old elder would tell him the truth, but with his luck they’d tell him no. In fact, what was he doing in the dark and dank old den? They weren’t going to tell him anyways, so why even try?

He turned to leave, infuriated that no cat cared for his feelings or wants. They could go die for all he cared. Just as he was about to step into the sun again, a croaky old voice moaned at him from the shadows. He jumped, whipping around to she the old, drooping face of an aged she-cat. Her muzzle was stained with gray, and unlike Phantomkit’s, it was due to age.

“You’re looking for answers, I assume, young kitten?” the raspy voice echoed through the dank den. Phantomkit peered around in the cramped quarters to see if any other cat was in there. Nobody. His eyes grew wide. Maybe he would find the truth! Phantomkit nodded his little kitten head in response.

“Well, here, young one. Sit next to old Thymestreak and I’ll paint you the picture of your mother’s story,” the she-cat mewed, scooting over in her bedding to make room for the tiny Phantomkit.

The wizened, old feline spilled out a story so emotional that at moments tears fell from her eyes or a smile spread across her face. The farther along the story got, the farther the sun fell in the sky, the worse the story became. As the sun set, Thymestreak began to tell of the encounter between Flare and Emberdance on the day of Phantomkit’s birth. Progressing farther and farther...

The sun’s upper edge struck the horizon, leaving light gone from the outside world. Just as that happened, Thymestreak described Emberdance’s death. Phantomkit stared off at the sun’s former spot in the sky, eyes wide with horror and disbelief.

“No... No!” the kit wailed, tears streaming down his face. “That can’t be! No!”

“It can be. And think about it. Flare chose to kill Stride and not you. Your mother had just enough strength to bring you here, to save you,” Thymestreak meowed, trying to lead the kit to her conclusion.

“So? Why couldn’t I have died! At least I’d be with my mother!” Phantomkit screeched, sobbing uncontrollably.

“You lived for a reason. I’m proud of you, for my daughter gave birth to a kit bound to be amazing. You will do great things Phantomkit, great, great things,” Thymestreak concluded. Her eyes fell empty on her last word, empty of all the weight they’d carried through life, and empty of life itself.

“T-Thymestreak? Gramma?” Phantomkit cried, prodding the cat he’d just found to be his mother’s mother. He nudged her sagging head to find her unmoving and lifeless. “No! Why does death curse me like this! I’m just a kit, Starclan, what did I do to deserve this?!” he screamed, looking up at the ceiling of the den in vain.

*****

After that night Phantomkit slunk into the nursery, not to move for multiple suns. No amount of asking or poking would get him to move. He’d sought out the truth, not focusing on anything else, yet it hurt him in the end. Why did he always get hurt? Why was it always him? Then things changed... Another event fresh in his mind occurred a memory that he has kept close to him to this very day. In fact this one memory is what drive him to stay alive, what pushes him to be who he is.

*****

Phantomkit lay awake in the nursery, yet again not even attempting to sleep, staring up at the brambled ceiling. Starclan was evil. Starclan didn’t exist. His mother was dead, in the ground, not in the stars with his ancestors and Gramma. Starclan was a lie. A rustling began to make itself heard at the entrance to the den.

Normally Phantomkit wouldn’t give the noise a second thought; it was a marsh, things always rustled, whether it was the grass or cattails. Then again, something made this particular noise special, and Phantomkit felt an obligation to turn and look out the opening of the den. He was glad he did.

Standing in the doorway was a young she-cat, that looked slightly unreal. She was too bright for a real cat, too shimmery, too stunning to be real. She had a short coat of black fur with various orange patches and spots staining her pelt. The spots seemed to shine brightly through the night, appearing almost as bright as fire itself.

“Phantomkit, dear, follow me,” the she-cat whispered. He voice was frightening, it echoed through the den, her words appearing twice, maybe three times as they bounced off the walls. Though it sounded scary, there was something in there that comforted him, that made him feel... safe. He jumped to his feet and slowly walked to the she-cat’s side, barely picking his feet off the ground.

The she-cat took off soundlessly, her feet barely touching the ground. She leapt from the little ledge and stopped in the middle of the camp, where the starry night sky could be seen above. Phantomkit followed obediently. Typically kits were told to not follow strange cats that they hadn’t seen before. Something about this cat made him feel that he had seen her before. Well, maybe not seen, but known her at some point.

“Look at the stars, little one, and tell me what you see,” the she-cat’s eerie voice murmured. The noise didn’t even seem to come from her mouth, but rather from all around him. Phantomkit obeyed, looking up at the shining dots in the sky. He realized just how pretty they were; since Gramma died he hadn’t looked at the night sky for any reason.

“I see the stars,” Phantomkit spoke softly. He shook his head and looked back to the she-cat.

“Look harder, my son, for you’ll see what you are looking for,” the cat mewed. Phantomkit didn’t even notice what she’d said to him and just looked up once more. He squinted his eyes against the moons gentle rays and thought he might have just seen something. He looked harder.

Then he saw it, Gramma’s face with another face next to her, the face of the she-cat that he’d just seen. He turned back to where the she-cat had been standing just seconds before.

“Emberdance! I... I saw you and,” he exclaimed then his voice fell when he saw the cat was no longer there, “Gramma... and now you’re gone...”

“I’m not gone, I’m always here with you, in your heart,” Emberdance’s voice entered his ears. He looked around to see her, but she was nowhere in sight. “Look up, I’ll always be here for you.” Phantomkit peered towards the sky, worried he’d not see her again, but there she was, her and Gramma, staring back at him. They seemed to shimmer away, each dissolving into their own star.

*****

Phantomkit became inspired after that occurrence. He knew that if he ever needed them, he could just look to the stars to find advice. “You will do great things Phantomkit, great, great things,” Gramma had said to him. He wanted to make her and Emberdance proud. He would do great things, he had to.


x.x.Apprenticeship__

x.x.My Mentor__ Phantomstar’s first mentor was a she-cat by the name of Featherstorm. She was a sweet cat with a patient temperament and a great sense of humor. She always knew how to brighten up Phantompaw’s days when he was down, and how to make him laugh even if he wasn’t in the mood to do so.

x.x.Featherstorm: Phantompaw’s Perspctive__ My first mentor was a she-cat called Featherstorm. She was really pretty and barely out of apprenticeship herself. At first I was worried she’d be annoyed with me, I don’t know why, I just felt like I should please her. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

Did I mention she was really beautiful? She had that lovely ginger fur the length of a mouse, from head to tail, and a smile that made me almost collapse. Honestly she was beautiful! It’s not like I was in love with her or anything! Okay. Well maybe I had a little crush on her, but nothing really weird. It’s natural for an adolescent cat to have crushes, right?

Anyways, I had always noticed Featherstorm, more than any other cat really, even when I was a kit. I can remember staring at her from across the camp as an older kit, wishing maybe she’d come talk to me. Well, she never did, but I sure got to do a lot of talking to her later when she became my mentor.

The moment they called Featherstorm’s name to be my mentor I can swear I almost died. I was so excited! We would have great times together, I knew it. She wasn’t very hard on me at first and I thought maybe it’d be an easy apprenticeship for me.

I was wrong. As moons passed she challenged me even more, but I didn’t mind. I liked it. I wanted to do things she thought impossible, maybe she praise me or something. I pushed myself to be the best, and I was.

At the hunting evaluations I stood far above the other apprentices, even the older ones. I knew that if I did well on these, Featherstorm would be impressed. I caught multiple mice and the quick, green lizards that fleeted in the marsh. I caught the small birds that lived in broken-off stumps of dead trees. I excelled in all aspects of apprenticeship until... it happened.

A fox broke through the bushes where Featherstorm and I trained. Featherstorm shoved me to the safety of a thick bush of brambles. The thorns jammed into my skin and fur, I tried to exit the shrub-like structure to help my beloved Featherstorm, but the spines trapped me. I could only watch as the fox trapped Featherstorm under its paws and lowered its jaws to her neck. I clenched my eye shut, hoping that by not seeing it, it wouldn’t happen. I couldn’t close off my ears, though, and I still heard her last screech as the fox ended her life.

It stalked off, limping slightly, and I struggled to get free of the brambles. Falling from the vines I sprinted to Featherstorm’s side just to find her dead as I had thought.

“She gave her life for yours. Like I said Phantompaw, you’ve been given chances to be great. Impress her by using them,” I heard Thymestreak’s voice in my head. I nodded. I’d make Featherstorm proud.[/i]


x.x.The Next Chapter in Life Begins__

x.x.Concluding the Synopsis of Life__ Phantompaw received a second mentor, whom he didn’t get nearly as attached to. He led a simple apprentice life until his warrior ceremony where he was given the name Phantomstride. As a warriors he preformed normal activities, hunting and patrolling, etc., etc. He always put his clan first, even if he didn’t like whom he put before himself. Much to his surprise, when the old leader retired the new one pick him to be the next deputy.

During a fight with a badger the new leader was killed, spending all nine lives to save a queen and her five kits. Phantomstride became the leader of raven clan, but he knew it would take a lot of work to replace the former leaders. He was young, but everyone had to start somewhere.

Everyone meets their ancestors at one point, and the same goes for Phantomstar. He passed away late one night after having suffered a collision with a monster that strayed off the Thunderpath. The medicine cat could do nothing; his neck was broken and a leg torn wide. All she could do was ease his trip to Starclan with the necessary herbs.



x.x.Behind the Scenes__


My Story

x.x.I Go By__ Phantom, Phant, Phant-senpai, Pie-sack

x.x.I've Roleplayed For__ About 9 months

x.x.I Found Your Site__ I made it XD.

x.x.A Sample of my work__ Phantomstar sat on a slippery, moss-covered rock in the middle of the Shadowclan marsh. He stared out across his territory, taking in the breath-taking views of his own land. The cattails swinging side-to-side as though alive, the marsh grass swishing in the wind as if dancing to a music to quiet to be heard. The world around his swayed and spun, the day marched on to the beat of nature's song.

Rays of sunlight cast streaks of mist through the muddy world. His world. Shadowclan's world. He was in the midst of life, a mere fraction of Starclan's plan for felines as a whole. He was their chess piece, a pawn in a world so complicated he couldn't put it into words. Life itself was a miraculous thing. He'd learned of life as a bright and gorgeous opportunity.

It was in fact both of those, but in the light there was dark. In the beautiful is the ugly. One cannot live without the other, yet both can't live at once. It was so confusing it made Phantomstar's head ache with the strain of being so filled. Life couldn't exist without death, and death without life. One day he'd be consumed by death as well, but he was sure that, unlike most cat he knew, it wouldn't be a premature death.

He leapt from his perch. He had things to do, places to go, prey to hunt. The day would be over soon, and he had to bring something back for his clan. As he headed back toward camp he spotted a small marsh lizard whipping through the grass. His eyes locked on the creature as he dropped into the stalking position. Step, step, step, even closer to his prey...




XD I lost my muse for his bio. Can you tell?

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