Post by xx.java on Aug 25, 2007 16:07:47 GMT -5
Name: Darkstar
Moons: 60 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: LakeClan
Rank: Leader
Short-Description:
Moons: 60 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: LakeClan
Rank: Leader
Short-Description:
A silver tabby with a large cut in her ear and a stubbed tail.Picture:
sobi.org/photos/Cat/Venice/BuranoCat_021.jpgDescription:
Darkfeather is a thin cat, abnormally so. Her pelt clings to her ribs, giving her an almost starved looked. The look of starvation is countered by her strong muscles, which make her look pantherlike, lithe and strong. Her pawsteps are light and nearly silent and she is very fast, but her thin frame makes her more vunerable to strong attacks. Because of this, Darkfeather tends to attack using her speed instead of strength. Darkfeather has devised various ways of attacking that make striking her very hard. Because of her stubbed tail, Darkfeather's balance is thrown off slightly, so while she can climb trees with ease, getting down is more of a challenge.Personality:
Darkfeathers pelt is a shiny silver- light in color, nothing like her name suggests. Her stripes are coal black, in tight, solid rings around her tail and legs. Bold black stripes cross her back, then dissolve into dusky gray streaks near her belly, were they are bearly visable. These streaks look like bird feathers, giving her her name. Her bold stripes twisting slightly and ending in points, Darkfeather looks almost like a tiger, albeit a smaller, more delicate one.
Darkfeather has icy blue eyes that radiate cold strength. Her left ear a large cut in it. Like the ear, most of the rest of her body is marred by scars, but they are mostly indistinguishable from her blacks stripes. Darkfeather's tail is shorter then most cats, slightly stubbed.
Darkfeather has is one mixed up kitty. She is cynical, sarcastic and guarded, a very bitter cat. She tends to look down on most other warriors, finding there personality flaws intolerable. She is dry, sometimes showing little emotion at some of the most terrible things. She holds grudges, never forgetting if a cat has wronged her. At first glance, she is a evil cat.History:
But she is fantastic in battle, one of the clans best warriors. Incredibly fast and almost silent when she walks, Darkfeather is like a lethal shadow colored silver. A genius in tactics and battle, Darkfeather is indispensable as a deputy and as a warrior. She is also an excellent spy. At second glance, she is a great warrior.
But look deeper, and Darkfeather is a mess. Paranoid and afraid, Darkfeather closes herself off from over cats. Trying to hide from her demons, Darkfeather recreates another past, hiding behind it to protect herself from other cats and from the memories. Sometimes, Darkfeather isn't even sure why she's a warrior.
Darkfeather dislikes most other cats, and with a good reason. Other cats have given her little reason for her to trust them, mocking her and shunning her and, at one point, hunting her. If she feels any affection for any cat she hides it, guarding herself even more. Darkfeather has many barriers, and few cats bother to break them to find the true cat underneath.
In her early warrior years, other cats respected and tried to be friends with Darkfeather, mainly because of the many positive things the previous deputy said about her. But after the deputy's death, Darkfeather alienated the cats even more then she had before. Cats began to give up on being her friend and simply treated her with respect, doing as she said, but only with eye rolls and grumbles. In turn, Darkfeather treats them with similar dislike. Still, she is loyal to Lakeclan and leads cats as best she can.
Role Playing Example:
With the Rogues::
Darkfeather remembers little of her past. She lived with a band of what would be come the rogues, a violent group. When she was a kit, her father would claw at her, cutting out a large section of her ear. Darkfeather tried to fight back at first, but that only got her more pain. Finally she surrendered herself to her father's abuse. The other cats laughed at her, calling her a coward. Darkfeather's self-pity grew into rage, and she swore she would show them all.
Darkfeather knew she was nowhere near smart enough to beat the cats at her current level of education, so she educated herself. She watched over warriors fight and taught herself that. She watched other cats hunt and taught herself that. She watched the leader, with her strong sense of command. None of the cats liked the leader, but the leader was strong and smart. They swallowed their pride and obeyed the leader.
When Darkfeather was 8 moons old, she left. At the border, a patrol of her littermates cuaght her and tried to stop her. Darkfeather had been taunted, abused and undermined. She killed one of the cat and wounded the other. Blocked off from her home and being hunted by her family, Darkfeather fled.
Wandering::
Darkfeather was terrified the first few nights alone. She could scent the rogues still and was petrified at the thought of their wrath. She spent the first week in a dark cave, licking the lichen that grew on the walls for moisture and eating nothing. Finally, almost starving, Darkfeather stumbled out into the light.
At first, shock and fear erased everything she had learned. But slowly, she regained control of her instincts. But was still afraid. Recalling the family's nocturanal talents, Darkfeather slept by day and hunted in secluded areas by night, always disguising her scent trail and walking in zig zag.
Two moons after her escape, Darkfeather ran into a rogue outcast during one of her nighttime hunting trips. The rogue was an senior cat and recongnized her. Though Darkfeather chased him, he managed to escape her. Panicked, Darkfeather headed towards the twoleg place.
At the twoleg place, every cat was shunned Darkfeather, making no room for the strange scrawny cat in there territories. Darkfeather slept in a dumpster, surrounded by crowfood. One day, she heard to kittypets talking about strange cats the lived in the forest. These cats had moral codes, organized leadership, and plenty of prey and territory. It was everything Darkfeather had dreamed of.
With the Clans::
When Darkfeather reached Lakeclan, she was a scrawny creature, reeking of crowfood and fear. Cat instantly disliked her, but the leader, pitying her, put her on prohabition. She was still about apprentice age at 10 moons old, but she would have to work harder then all the other cats. If she was not ready to be a warrior by 12 moons, then she would have to leave.
Darkfeather worked hard, but other cats disliked her. Lakeclan had a shortage of prey, and cats thought that Darkfeather was just another mouth to feed. No one really seemed to notice how Darkfeather was catching prey in places where no other cat was, or how Darkfeather had saved that kit from a badger. There first impression of Darkfeather had been a useless loner, and that was the image that stuck. Nothing Darkfeather did could change there minds.
Then it was Darkfeather's test. If Darkfeather failed this, she would be sent away. Cats muttered, happy that they would finally be rid of the stupid cat.
Darkfeather's mentor was the deputy, unhappy about the situation as he was. Expecting little from her, he told her to try to catch as much prey as she could. Then he followed her, praying that it would all be over soon.
The deputy was amazed at what he saw. Darkfeather walked almost silently, her crouch perfect. She caught everything she stalked, and seemed to find prey's hiding places that no other cat could find. The deputy felt guilt- he had assumed Darkfeather was useless when really she was invaluable.
The deputy spread the word that Darkfeather was a fantastic cat, a fantastic warrior. He told the leader to make her a warrior instantly, and that if he didn't, all of Lakeclan would suffer. Finally, he sought out Darkfeather and apologized for saying horrible things about her and never realizing her potential.
Darkfeather didn't accept the cats apology. Angrilly, she berated him for the misery he had caused her. No words could make up for the monthes of torture that she had sat through, again shunned, again considdered useless, again hated. She had come to the clans for oppurtunity, and this cat had closed that door. She left the deputy broken hearted and shocked.
Rising Warrior::
Darkfeather quickly became a respected warrior. Despite her outburst, the deputy had only good to say about Darkfeather, calling her the best thing that had happened to Lakeclan. Gradually the clan began to notice the plumb mice that Darkfeather brought in, and the way she killed a fox suffering little less than a cut. Their contempt for the cat turned to respect.
Meanwhile, Darkfeather's fear and respect for the other cats quickly turned into contempt. They had no real like for her. They were faking it, just to get on the deputy's good side. The deputy's kind words annoyed her more then anything else. She didn't want to be accepted by the cats anymore. Slowly, her focus turned to being the best warrior she could. She was snappish and rude to other cats, but still the only had nice things to say about her, only nice things to say about the prey she brought, only nice things to say about her skills. Darkfeather felt like screaming- when she wanted the cats around, the hated her and treated her like the crowfood she had smelled like. When she saw what they truly were, pathetic posers, they were all over her. Darkfeather grew more and more jaded with each day.
One day, a badger was scented. Darkfeather and the deputy were sent out to hunt it down. As the two of them tracked the badger, the deputy tried to apologize for his actions, but Darkfeather ignored him, not speaking at all. Finally he gave up and concenetrated on the creature's scent trail.
Finally, Darkfeather and the deputy caught the badger. It was big, bigger the either of them could have imagined, and it was heading for camp. Instinctively, Darkfeather jumped on the creature immeadiately, sinking her claws into it's back. But Darkfeather was so light that she was flung easily off of the badger. Towering over her, the badger raised a paw to crush her skull when suddenly he reared back. The deputy was on his back, pulling him away from Darkfeather.
Darkfeather watched in horror, immobilized by broken bones, as the deputy was crushed by the badger. Angrilly, the badger tumbled off, away from camp.
Darkfeather and the deputy lay there, on opposite ends of the clearing, for a long time, each to pained to move. Finally, Darkfeather raised herself and crawled over to the deputy. Apologizing, she told him that she was sorry, that she should have been kinder to him. She told him that he was the first cat that had ever really been nice to her. A few minutes later, she realized he was dead.
Crushed, Darkfeather dragged him back to camp. There, cats gathered around her, showing their sympathies, but Darkfeather ignored them. At moonrise, Darkfeather was named the new deputy of Lakeclan. She said nothing, except for "I will never match him."
Darkfeather felt her leg muscles uncoil, drowsy like herself. She only wanted to go to sleep, but she had to go on patrol first. Scowling her displeasure. She rounded up some other cats. "You all. We're on patrol. And no talking, I'm exausthed."Other:
She could tell one of the cats was rolling his eyes. Honestly, she didn't care. She was tired, she was cranky, and she didn't want to go on this patrol. If she was going to be miserable, who cared how the other cats felt?
Stretching her limbs and blinking sleep from her icy eyes, Darkfeather trotted across the clearing briskly. She was vaguely aware of the other cats around her, sniffing and chattering among themselves, but Darkfeather was rising to another level. Darkfeather meditated at times like these, when her fatigue was being combatted with excersise. The result was an adreniline rush and an onpour of ideas.
Darkfeather felt herself elevated to some other world, some sort of spiritual haven where she could think, be alone with her thoughts. Her secrets surrounded herself here, things she would never tell another cat- and there was a lot, since she tried not to talk to other cats at all. She rose to another level of conciousness, beyond conciousness, into a state of awareness that more like home then anything else on this earth.
Darkfeather felt like she was far, far away as she lept over a log and sniffed the air. In one mind, she was worried about the smell of twolegs, musty but still there. In another mind, she was concerned about what the leader was thinking of her. Her cynism made her far from popular, and no one was spared from her sharp words. She knew the leader frowned down on this, and she was beginning to warrior. Darkfeather was not overly ambitionous, but the deputy job was important to her. She was not one of those cats who pretended not to know the extent of their abilities. Darkfeather knew she was good. She knew she was a good deputy, a good warrior and, if it came to it, she would be a good leader. Did her personality really play that big of a role in her performance in those things?
She knew some cats believed so. Cats that met her at Gatherings, new apprentices, friendly loners. No cat knew why the dark, frail shecat was in a high ranking position.
Darkfeather had to laugh at them. She remembered the time a young warrior had insulted her at a Gathering. Other cats around her bristled, ready to tear the fur off of the cat who insulted their deputy, therefore their clan. Darkfeather paid no to the cat. He didn't know her. He had never met her. He didn't know her strength, her past. How could he make an accurate judgement of her?
"He can't," she told her apprentice when he asked her about, wide eyed in fear that his question would earn him another cutting insult. "He can't insult me. His words have no effect on me. He can call me crippled, frail, weak. He can call me pathetic, stupid, whatever he wants. But he doesn't know me. And if any cat is stupid enough to believe what someone who doesn't know me says about me, then they are no threat to me. Remember that when you're a warrior. It does no good to listen to cats like that. Now, show me the proper hunting crouch."
So Darkfeather hardly ever listened to what cats said about her. Listening to their insults, their sneers, their remarks had only caused her pain in the past. Now she was at a high-ranking position. Now, cats only insulted her behind her back.
"Everyone lies," she said to a cat when he asked her about the rumors going around. "No one tells the truth. They say that I'm evil. They're lying. They say that I'm heartless. They're lying. They say that I'm crippled. They're lying. They say I give a crap. They're lying." Darkfeather believed it. Everyone lied.
Darkfeather sniffed the air, trotting along the border. If you don't care what anyone thinks, A voice in her head said, Then why do you care what the leader thinks?
Thats different, argued Darkfeather. My position depends on the leader's opinion on me. If I wasn't deputy, I wouldn't want his acceptance.
Everyone lies.
Sorry I didn't get this up sooner... because this is so long, I didn't want to go through and change everything to 'star', so just think of it as from that point of view, k? Also, I didn't put how she became leader cause... well, that hasn't happened yet.
