Wolfstar of Riverclan {Audition}

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Name: Wolfstar
Gender: Tom
Moons: 36 moons
Rank: Leader
Clan/Land: Riverclan
Description:

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Body & Purpose

Wolfstar has a larger build than most of the other shadowclan toms. Though this does not make him fat or to large for his type of terrain. His body is rather lithe and well formed, giving him a bold and kind of scary appearance. But his size has manily come from his moons of practice when he was an apprentice. His bones are built up strong, and almost help with his stance and compusure. Behind his frame is muscle built up over time some of that muscle you dont even know its there. His sholders are broad and hold much strength behind them. There are kind of wide, but not enough for it to look bad on the tom cat.

Because of his well built frame his main purpose is the clan is as a fighter. His brute strength and cunning ways make it easy for this tom cat to take on any oppnant. Not saying that he will win everytime, but he has a higher chance of victory than most. With the good mucle in his hind legs, you would think he was a Windclan cat, since he uses it to his advantage. Pushing off them to give him a little extra speed than normal. Since he is not the fastest cat in the forests. So that strength in his legs is needed in some cases.

Legs & Uses

Wolfstars legs are rather long to begin with. Which probably contributed more to his size than his muscle. The higher part of his legs happen to be a little larger, since most of the powere and strength is needed there. His hind legs are the most powerful, and help him to get an extra burst of speed when needed. His main part of his legs, look normally thin, a few creases here and there from the muscle but thats all. In reality he is maybe only an inch or so taller than most toms, but it helps to give him a more noble look when he walks around.

His legs, built the way they are have many uses. They can either be used as great weapons, with there length they can easy snake around other cats. Getting a good grip on them with his legs. He may not be the best at running but they can be used to be a little better. With his long strides he can use it to climb up trees with greater speed.

Paws & Claws

Wolfstars paws are slightly larger than you woud think. But its not enough to really even notice that change. Buy because of his paws is why he was named Wolfkit because they were slightly larger like wolf paws. His paws pack a powerful punch behind them. Like I said, hes no runner but he is a fighter. And with these paws it just helps in battle. His paw pads are a dark coal blac color. And are hard from his past of climbing trees. His pads are rather ough seeing as they were often used in training and not just in hunting. So they grew hard with the rough terrain and tree bark.

Wolfstars claws you would imagine would be white, right? Well on the contrart they are actually a menacing black color. They are unusually long and slide out into a hook. Meaning the claws curl under a bit. Not enough to cut his paws but only when they unshealth. They have a cresent moon shape and glisten a dark ebony black. That is his most terrifying feature to prey and cats alike.


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Color & Length

Wolfstars pelt is pure pure snow white. The white glistens in the light of any kind. Moonlight its like a sparkling white color. In the sunlight it seems tinted with strands of silver through out his fur, shining a bit differently in the sun. Wolfstar does have some different colored patches but ehy will be explained later on in more detail. But they are small black patches and he only has two so his fur is mainly just all white.

Wolfstar fur is acutally not very long. And if you would have to guess what it was most others would say short. Its just barly long enough to catch a breeze, and it clings to his body. Making his muscle much more noticible. Which actually looks quite handsome on him. His fur is surprisingly soft like a riverclan cats. But thats because he makes sure to take pretty good care of his fur. By grooming it every day and such. His mussle fur is actually a bit more man like and gets bigger near his neck and on his chest and then thins down again as it reaches his stomach. Just like a wolfs pelt.

Markings & Tail

As you all know Wolfstars pelt is all white except for his two black patches. The first patch can be found on his ear. Hisleft ear to be exact and the patch only seems big enough to barly spread off his ear. So it mainly just looks like one black ear against the rest of his pelt. His other patch is actually more of a black mitten. And that can be foun on his right frontal foot, that barly goes up the leg a little bit. So a black sock on his right leg. Other than that this tom cats pelt is pure white with no other markings to corrupt his fur.

His tail is long and slender. It is all white with a little flick to it now and then. It is really smooth and look like a ribbon when he flick it around. In either an ordering flick, playful, or irritated swish of his tail. It has no plume at all and is just long and snake like.


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Color & Specks

Wolfstars eyes are the color of deep emerald. It is a rather dark green color that seems almost to be as dark as black against his face. There are certain parts of his eyes that seem lighter than others, but that just depends on the lighting he is in. In the sun the topper half of his gaze seems to be a bit brighter perfect shade of emerald while the lower part is still a darker sea green color. Stormy colored when he is seriously angry and they seem as merciless as the dark see during a harsh thunder storm.

Also depending on lighting is how you can tell the different color specks near the pupils of his eyes. In the brighter lights it looks as if specks of gold and maybe lime green colors glisten in their depths. While during the dark times they seem jade colored and olive green. Always looking darker in the darker light which helps with his dangerous appearance towards others.

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Angle & Shape

Wolfstars face is perfectly angled into a point at his chin. His cheeks are perfectly chizzled to the perfect amount. He has high cheek bones for a tom cat that help with his leader like look towards starngers. His head is angled down towards a triangle like point, except that his chin isnt exactly pointed, its more rounded, but slightly sticks out from his face.

His head is shaped just like and oval, the top of his crown is rounded and then it slowly gets skinner as it reached his cheeks. Making his face very sleek and handsome, it adds to his charm.


Whiskers & Ears

Wolfstars whiskers are a sleek white color, so that it melts easily into her face. It flows from his cheeks along to his sholders, and into a slight curve. Looking rather long and elegant for a tom. It is a silky white color like that of milk and is actually more of a cream color in the moon light. Though that may just be because the moons light is a slightly silver like color.

Wolfstars ears are cute and almond shape. They are a perfect size for his slim head and they roll up into a perfect point. The insides are a nice coal black color, which resembles his paw pads and his nose. Also making his face porportionate with his black patches so that way it seems rather evening out.

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History // Past:

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Wolfstar was born into the clan of strong currents. The ellusive and mysterious Riverclan. He was given life on cloudy morning during the fall season. When the air was just starting to cool down from the heat of the summer. His mother was a sweet she-cat who went by the name Snowball. Weird warrior name we know by she was named it because of when she slept, she always curled herself into a tight ball. And hence her name. Her fur color was a nice snowy white color with pretty blue eyes to match the skies. His father was the oppsite he was the strict but brave Blackfang. His pelt was all black and he had dark menacing green eyes. Though to many his father was a rude and cold hearted cat, to his mother he was the most loyal and loving tom. And he was there right when she was giving birth.

After her hour or so of labor, she gave birth to three kittens. A tom cat named Nettlekit for his spiky black fur. He was a enthusiastic tom that could never sit still. He had a thin body and blue eyes. An all around good tom that his parents enjoyed. The other was a female in which they called Featherkit, her fur ended up as a light grey, blending there pelts together. She was a gentle and shy she-cat and was very clumbsy with blue eyes. Then along came Wolkfkit, so named for his larger kit paws. He was there parents 'mistake' in a way he was more cross and not as bouncy as they would have hoped. But Blackfang often marvel at his son, for he seemed the most like him though there pelts were pretty much opposite.

Wolfkit was not like normal kits. While the others played outside this tom preferred to just watch. Only really participating in the play fights with his siblings. Which he always won. He wasnt as affectionate as his other siblings and instead of sleeping beside his mother he slept a few mouse-lengths away. He actually like his father, since Blackfang often came by and tought him some battle moves for when he was an appretnice, so that way he could impress his mentor in the future.

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When Wolfkit was six moons he was made into an apprentice along with his two other siblings. They were given there names Wolfpaw, Nettlepaw, and Featherpaw. Wolfpaw, because of the shortage on warriors was given to his own father to be mentored. While Nettlepaw and Featherpaw were give to two other warrios. Secretly there was enough warriors for them not to get there parents but Blackfang was the only one willing to take his son on as an apprentice. And so he trained by his fathers side. Not showing much interest in the hunting part of his training. He ofund it more of a bore and would rather go on potrols and battle training instead. But his father insisted on more hunting and so he agreed to do so. Becaoming quite the little hunter though his heart wasnt really in it, and was just ranked as an average hunter in the clan.

Unlike his sister who was named as one of the best hunters in the clan. Along with his brother as well, which was pretty surprising. Seeing as he was really hyper most of the time. But in what his other siblings didnt excell in was fighting. THat was Wolfpaws specialty and his father took great pride in his sons battle abilities. He was cunning at such a young age and would only grow in time. It wa then that the clan leader took some interest in the young tom cat. Wolfpaw one morning he was put on a potrol with his siblings and a few other warriors. When tehy ran into a badger nesting on their territory. Being a mother badger she was dangerous to the clan cats. There ended up being three all together counting the rather larger babies, and in the end. While Wolfpaw left with a few scratches and a hurt sholder his siblings did not make the battle and were killed along with another warrior

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That evening he was made into Wolfstorm, given his sur name because of his storm like personality. Untamible and fierce as the thunder storms. Wolfstormthat night sat his vigil. And at sunrise was sitting proundly watching camp, and even after he was released he asked for the dawn potrol. Wolfstorm was a deticated warrior and went on as many potrols as possible. During one of his evening potrols, and the first one he got to lead he met Shadowtail. A pretty fellow warrior, though he would not admit it to anyone, not even himself. They actually started off more as rivals constantly trying to be better than eachother. And spent as much time away from each other as possible after their potrols. Since they knew that spending time would lead to stronger feelings.

It was then Wolfstorm got his first apprentice. A tom cat by the name of Brittlepaw, he was a dark tabby tom with percing green eyes. The son of two other warriors in the clan. Brittlepaw proved to be an eager learner and so Wolfstorm tried not to be to hard on him. He taught Brittlepaw the many battle techniques that his father had taught him seasons ago. Brittlepaw, like most cats was a better hunter than fighter. He seemed more devoted to patience and percission rather than the heat of battle like he was. But rather than forcing his apprentice into more battle training he tried to keep it even. After training his apprentice for a sucessful five moons he was dubed with the name Brittlethorn of Shadowclan.

The past deputy fell sick one night as Wolfstorm and Shadowtail came back from a normal walk. This time they decided to actually go out together doing something other than clan duties. When the deputy fell sick that leaf bare. And soon died from black cough that he caught one night while potroling. The next evening Wolfstorm was named deputy, and the tom cat took on Shadowtail as his mate. Later that moon his mother bore two kits. A tom and a female, but they were later to be given to another queen because she also fell ill to green cough.


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During his time as a deputy his mother lost her fight against green cough and passed on to starclan. Blackfang grieved the loss of his mate. Wolfstorm tried to comfort his father for once, and in private grieved her passing as well. Before his mothers passing she gave birth to two kits. The kits were named Graykit, and Palekit. Graykit was a thin grey tom kit with blue eyes, and Palekit was a very pale grey she-cat with yellowish eyes. During this time Blackfang was growing older and soon retired to the elders den after a long run of warriorhood. And to his surprise Shadowtail was then pregnant with his kits later that season. During a night of potroling the tom cat heard wails from the nursery. Running into the den he noticed Shadowtail in labor.

He stayed with her during the whole birthing process, and stared proudly onto his two kits. A tom and a female, which they named Jetkit and Rosekit. Though one morning when he went to visit his family in the nursery, Shadowtail was gone. And another queen was suckling them. When he demanded where she was they told him that she was seen with a kittypet, and that she had left with him. Broken hearted the tom slowly went about his duties that day. Coming back ever so often to check on his kits. As they grew older the leader was growing weaker. And Wolfstorm stood beside him as he took his last breath. Wolfstorm then set off to the moonpool that evening. Leaving the other warriors to burry the leader.

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Wolfstorm made his way into the moonpool that night. The troubled and heart broken tom drank from the pool and begun his dream. The starry cats welcomed Wolfstorm happily as if waiting for this moment to make him leader. He recognized the old Riverclan leader Blackstar amoungsts the ranks. Along with his old leader, his siblings, his mother, Tawnypelt, Rowanear, and two others he did not know. Probably Littlecloud and his apprentice. He stood before them and wiped off his sad look and stood proud before them.

Blackstar came forwards first. Giving him the gift of strength, to use his muscle to fight and protect his clan. Touching his nose to the toms head a smasm through his body. Backing up his old leader stepped forward. He gave him the gift of honesty, to lead his clan with an honest truth even in bad times. Touching his nose to his head another spasm, and then his mother stepped forward. Giving him the gift of love, to treat his clan mates like a mother cares for her kits. This smasm hurt the most. Backing up his brother stepped forward. He gave him the gift of endurance to lead his clan without getting tired.

His sister was next as she gave him the gift of judgement. To make good choices depending on his heart and not his head. Tawnyfeather was next to grant him the gift of patience to lead his clan with a patient head. The otheres stepped up to give him the gifts of trust, bravery, honor, and nobility. He then left the moonpool that night, exhausted but his nine lives were flowing through him. Returning to Riverclan he made his kits into apprentices. Both on separate paths but he was still proud of them. He has been ruling for three moons now.

Personality:

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Wolfstar can sometimes come off as cold to other cats. Which actually suits this cat well. But this kind of cold os more along the lines of a cold sholder. He shrugs people off like a bad memory and walks away. He is definatly not a tom of many words, most of the time. He could be cold when speaking though, and say hurtful things. Without even really realising it, and just thinks of the other cat as over sensitive, and a whiner. With this also comes his secretive side, he does not like other cats knowing his past. And so keeps to himself, which the title loner seems made just for him. He doesnt care much for other cats pasts, unless he is forced to be near them. And usually ends up hearing it weither he wants to or not. His look gives off mystery, which attracts other cats, and Wolfstar hates unwanted attention to himself. Though he knows it comes with the position, so he deals with it.

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As Ive said before, Wolfstar is a tom of few, if any words. When spoken to he, most of thetime, gives short answers or just ignores them and walks off. He doesnt like getting to close to people, for a fear of losing them or hurting them. So if he doesnt get to know someone, then how will he like them? Thats the main reason for his quietness. That and he doesnt like wasting his breath on cats who just talk and talk. About things that dont really matter, if he has a conversation he'd like it to be at least semi-interesting. Along with this Wolfstar is a really cunning tom, which could be seen as genious or evil, he'll leave that to you. He is very smart and thinks of many ways to do things. Hunting, fighting, killing, hiding, you name it, hes a tom of many talents when it comes to survival.

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Along with chatty cats comes his bad temper. He hates cats who just talk and talk. Amd gets easily annoyed but babbiling. To him its just spit it out and screw feelings. He could take it. Even if it is bad news. Hes great at hiding pain or disappointment, anything that could make him seem weak to other cats. With his temper is his sharp tounge, which adds to his cold side when his angry. But at least hes good at knowing when to back off and leave or to claw some fur off there bodies. With this temper he does have a loyal side, and to those he actually cares for. If any, he is fiercly loyal to, and would risk his life for them. Not caring if he died as long as they are safe from harm.

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Sometimes Wolfstar can appear cross, which is some what true. Yes he can be a bit snappy if things are not done right. But only to things that are really important and need percise accuracy. Other than that hes pretty easy going and will not really care what you do. And if asked for advice, he will grudgingly do it, but prepare for his type of 'constructive critism'. With his cross ways and mysterious appearance. He is also very charming, and up close is actually a fine specimen of a tom. His broad sholders and muscle add on to his charm. And if he is ever close to a cat, practically family wise or in love, he has a way with words that make them giddy or just happy. Up close he has a wise and benevolent look and add his messy hair and you got yourself a badboy loner with a killer smile.

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When he gets close to someone, Wolfstar does have his softer sides. Which are well worth the work. Seeing as you have to break through his shell first. He is not easily swayed by females,and it takes time to get him to truly fall for a cat. But when he does he can be the sweetest tom you've ever seen. And will love you forever, till the day he dies. He will always think of you first before all else, even himself. Which is not how he usually is. Anybody found in his heart that way will be well looked after, and cared for. With this he is also quite protective, and will let no harm come to the cat in question. And will see other cats as a threat, until their intentions are proven to him first. His brawn look, and muscle make any cat safe with him, as he is an exellent fighter.

Role Playing Example:

Wolfpaw slept soundly inside the apprentices den. His slightly muscualr form laid unmoving in the den. You could have sworn he was dead if not for the rise and fall in his chest. When in reality in a way he was. He worked so much ahrder than most apprentices and took his trainging rather seriously. So this tom cat was exhausted from his day of training with his father earlier. His dreams conosited of the usual, battle training with his father, but the his fathers form would change into a rival clan cats and he would be battiling them instead. The feel of the adrenalie would rush into his vein and he would jump, clawing and spiting in fury as he attacked his foe.

But Wolfpaw was awaked by a prod in his sholder, He let out a low growl of annoyance as he lifted his tired, green gaze on his brother. A low hiss emitted from his throat as he glared up at his brother, who seemed ready to jump out of his fur at any moment. "What is it Nettlepaw? Couldnt you see I was actually sleeping!" he grumbled unhappily as he rested his sotrmy pools on his brothers face. The tom seemed uneasy now and a little guilty. He shook on his paws as he turned away. Wolfpaw rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Well? what do you want?" he demanded and narrowed his green pools. His ears laid back onto his head.

"Ummm. your needed on a potrol. Sorry."

Wolfpaw let out a loud yawn and slowly got to his paws. "Whatever..." he grumbled and stretched out his forepaws first. Then arching his back he yawned again. Lifting his head at Nettlepaw he snorted and walked right past him and out of the den. The chill of night surrounded his body, causing him to shiver lightly before trotting over to the group. Featherpaw grinned as he came over, and slowly behind him walked Nettlepaw. Wolfpaw dipped his head to his sibling before seeing who else was on the potrol. Eh a few of the newer warriors... not that great. "Alright, when are we leaving?" he asked a little grumpily.

"Right now, lets move out."

Wolfpaw slowly followed behind the potrols leader his gaze narrowed. He finally got to sleep and then this. But thats what would make him a great warrior one day. Stretching out his paws he looked to see Featherpaw walking beside him. She seemed chipper for some reason. "Why are you so happy?" he asked his voice light but emotionless as he walked. The moonlight on his pelt sent the white shimmering with tiny strands of silver. His green pools lifted to the skies before he grunted and looked forward.

"Aw come on mr. grumpy paws, we finally get a potrol together!"

Wolfpaw smirked and just nodded. He didnt even realise that it was there first potrol together. A movement up ahead caused the tom to freeze. "What was that?" he asked giving a low growl of warning. He lifted his head and parted his lips to scent the air. A strong scent of badger entered his glands, he hissed. "Badger!" he yowled and in that moment a large shape emerged snarling. A mother badger, and she was not happy. Behind her two other tinier badger walked out. Wolfpaw braced himself, this was not going to end well he just had a feeling. A loud yowl split the air and Nettlepaw jumped onto the smaller badger. His eyes widened. "Nettlepaw, you mouse-brain! Get away from there!" he anrled and watched the mother raise its paw at his brother. He snarled and jumped on her, raking his claws along her sholder.

His gren gaze locked on Featherpaw who was taking on the other tiny badger cub. The two warriors helping them both. While his attention was lost the badger shook him off and he flew onto the ground. He shook his head, pushing himself to his paws. He took a stance and growled as the mother badger prowled closer and closer to him. No fear, no mercy he thought and jumped, claws unshealthed.

Theme Song: still being decided
Code Word: Twisted Warriors
Biography Completion: Yes