Post by kitty on Aug 16, 2010 22:26:46 GMT -5
Name:
Palestar
Gender:
Tom
Age:
71 moons
Clan:
RiverClan
Rank:
Leader
Life:
Fourth
Apprentice:
Blazepaw
Love Interest:
Open
Kin:
Gingerflower - mother - deceased
Creamheart - father - deceased
Mallowfang - brother - deceased
Lilyheart - sister - deceased
Leaftail - niece - NPC
Poppywhisker - nephew - NPC
Goldenkit - niece - deceased
Littlekit - niece - deceased
Description:
With a long body, Palestar is considered lithe and thin, yet muscular at the same time. His long legs and tail only seem add to the length of his body, making him seem even thinner than he already is. With dainty-looking paws at the end of every leg, padded with pink pads, you might be surprised at the thorn-sharp claws that they conceal, or the sharp fangs that his jaws hide. Not that he uses them if he has a choice. His ears are an average size, triangular, and spaced evenly out on his head. His head is a bit triangular, ending with a dark pink nose sitting on the end of his muzzle, surrounded by several white whiskers.
Now we get to his pelt. Short yet thick, water seems to slide right off after a nice swim. His entire base coat is a cream color, and ginger stripes a few shades darker cover almost all of his body, getting darker on his tail, while just a bit lighter across hit back and flank. The cream coloring becomes more prominent on his muzzle, his chest, stomach, and paws. If it weren't for the several claw scars that mar his flanks and back and a slightly torn ear, he might be considered a handsome tom. Actually, he still can be. Factor in his green eyes, filled to the top with some emotion or another unless he's making a point to hide it, and you've got Palestar, leader of RiverClan.
Personality:
Palestar is what some might consider a 'fun' leader. He isn't serious all the time, and he's always one for a good joke, still choosing to go on frequent patrols and hunts and trusting the Clan in the care of his deputy. Add in his rather laid-back attitude, and some cats thought at first that he wasn't fit to be leader. But he's pulled it off very neatly, keeping his Clan out of the worst of the battles with his easy words. Just because he'd rather talk out the battles instead of fight doesn't mean he won't fight, though, and as soon as talking fails, or if there's no chance to talk, he's got his sharp claws and fangs, and they're headed straight for you.
While Palestar unquestioningly prefers and trusts his own Clan the most, he doesn't mind mingling with the other Clans at Gatherings, and sometimes he'll even during the worst of times when everyone's tensions are running high approach a new apprentice and make conversation. He wants nothing more than what's best for his Clan, and for all the chaos that has occurred in recent times to be sorted out, and he has attempted to contribute to fixing it in any way he can. He's the type of leader that can be found lingering in the camp, chatting with the warriors of his Clan, sharing a meal with the elders, giving the apprentices tips to improve their hunting or fighting, or maybe even a game of mossball with the kits in the nursery.
Determined and loyal, there is no chance that this tom will abandon his Clan, and he's proven it several times over by giving up his lives. He cares for them like they're his own kin, from the littlest kit to the oldest elder. And just because he tries to make life in his Clan rather fun doesn't mean he's not serious. He can go from laughing to all-out seriousness in a matter of heartbeats, listening and understanding and providing wisdom where he can, giving orders that he expects to be followed. But he can't be serious all the time - its not in his nature - which is why he's appointed Cherryfur as deputy under him. Between them, he figures they can keep the Clan under control.
History:
Born in a litter of three to two full-blood RiverClan warriors, Gingerflower and Creamheart, Palekit was the medium-sized kit in the litter. His sister, Lilykit, was the smallest, yet already the most beautiful, and his brother, Mallowkit, was without a shadow of a doubt the largest. It was obvious from the start that Palekit was the leader of the group, however, and neither of his siblings ever challenged that. Little Lilykit was sweet and Mallowkit was tough, but Palekit was the leader. It was just how things worked. In fact, the kits always joked about how Palekit would be leader some day, Mallowkit deputy, and Lilykit medicine cat. It became Palekit's ambition, although he shot a bit lower, taking it a step at a time. First he'd be a great apprentice.
The time for the three to be apprenticed came, and they were given to warriors that would suit them best and matched up to them, personality-wise. Palepaw was given to a respectable senior warrior, Twigtail, who'd sent several apprentices already merrily on their way to becoming warriors. Palepaw dove into his learning, his trouble-making kit days long forgotten as he tried to learn all he could. The plot for Lilypaw to become medicine cat fell through, because she realized that she much preferred being a warrior. Sweet little Lilypaw had a tough side, it seemed, and Palepaw was proud of her, and Mallowpaw, too. But his ambitions had raised a level, and he was now determined to become the best warrior he could be.
His apprenticeship passed rather boringly, having nothing really exciting happen. He hit his thirteenth moon, and he and his brother were ready to be warriors. Lilypaw, however, was caught in a border skirmish, and had received a nasty shoulder injury. She refused to let her brothers wait for her to recover, though, and after much hesitation and deliberation, the two received their warrior names. Palepaw became Palestorm, named after his determined attitude and his fighting ability, and possibly even the way his mood could change just on a whim.
Now that he was a warrior, Palestorm first had to wait until he was older to even hope to be deputy. He worked hard, alongside his brother, now called Mallowfang, and his sister, who had finally joined them and was now dubbed Lilyheart. It wasn't until he was twenty moons old that he had his first border skirmish ever, and he got some scars to show for it, but RiverClan managed to chase out the offending Clan.
Moons came and went. Although Palestorm still loved his siblings, warriorhood marked the time in their lives where they started drifting apart. Lilyheart found a mate, Rednose, and had a litter of kits, consisting of Leafkit and Poppykit. It wasn't until Mallowfang had one of his eyes injured in another border skirmish, causing him to go blind in that eye, that Palestorm got back in touch with his siblings. This was where Palestorm sprang at the opportunity to spend time with his brother again, and while Lilyheart had a litter of kits to watch, he helped Mallowfang learn how to function without sight in one eye.
The leader must have noticed, because he graced Palestorm with one of his sister's kits, Leafkit, as an apprentice. He trained little Leafpaw as well as he could, which must have been pretty well, because seven moons later, Leafpaw was becoming a warrior. That was when Palestorm allowed himself to shoot for becoming deputy.
He got that chance when the current deputy decided to retire of old age. At the age of 34 moons, Palestorm was appointed deputy, an action that rather surprised some because he tended to joke around a lot. His teasing seemed to go away somewhat upon his new position - which his siblings were happy for even though the hopes of their kit plots were vanquished long ago.
Palestorm was deputy for a scarce seven moons before another border fight claimed the last of the old leader's lives. Saddened, Palestorm was at a bit of a loss as to what to do now, but he appointed a deputy - Mallowfang insisted that it not be him, because of his loss of sight in one eye, and Lilyheart said that it shouldn't be her, either; she wanted to keep having kits. So honorable senior warrior Toadthroat was named deputy, and Palestorm set out to the Moonpool to receive the nine lives of a leader.
He returned the next morning, refusing to tell anyone what happened, although the experiences of the night before had been some of the most painful he'd ever experienced. He'd achieved his ambitions at last, and felt satisfied. He now had a Clan to run.
The first fifteen moons passed peacefully, but then things picked up. Border skirmishes on the ShadowClan broke out nearly daily for a while, and in the end Palestar himself went out to chase out the intruders, claiming the first of his nine lives in the process, and lives were taken on both sides, including Toadthroat, the deputy. In the end, however, RiverClan suffered defeat, and ShadowClan claimed some of the territory that belonged the RiverClan. Upon returning to the camp, Tawnyfoot, a respectable young tom, was named new deputy of RiverClan.
After two moons of being taunted and planning, RiverClan launched an attack to reclaim their taken territory, Palestar at the head. The ShadowClan cats were taken by surprise, and RiverClan managed to take back their territory, but not without the death of several more deaths, including the loss of Mallowfang. Saddened, Palestar grieved for a time, but Lilyheart made him see sense. He had a Clan to lead, and it would do no good for him to get depressed.
In the moons that followed, greencough broke out, and, against the medicine cat's warnings, Palestar insisted on visiting the ill cats. Unsurprisingly, he, too, fell ill. Confined to the leader's den for nearly a quarter moon before the illness got so bad that it claimed his second life, the leader didn't know that his remaining sibling, too, had fallen ill. He'd been recovered for one day, and, weak from the loss of his life, had gone to inform the medicine cat. Inside the medicine den laid what seemed like half the Clan, although several of them were improving and were going to be fine. Among them was his sibling, though, and Lilyheart's most recent litter, too. Lilyheart was in bad shape - the kits, too. The medicine cat, however, took one look at the still-weakened Palestar and sent him scurrying back to his den.
Lilyheart and her litter, sadly, didn't recover from the disease. They joined StarClan, and, saddened as he was, Palestar couldn't let it bring him down, nor would Lilyheart want it to. She had talked him out of his saddness over Mallowfang's death and wouldn't want to have him go through it again without anyone to talk him out of it. Several of the cats recovered, but a few more were still lost to the sickness before it was gotten under control.
It wasn't many moons later that Tawnyfoot started going, well, insane. He claimed that he was starving, and wouldn't eat, and eventually he died. Palestar felt bad about it - he'd liked the young tom, even though his mind was wasting away in his last moon of life. Cherryfoot was named deputy in his place, in hopes that her leadership qualities would help bring order to the Clan that seemed to be in chaos.
By that point, the Clan was smaller than Palestar could ever remember it being. He is bent on restoring RiverClan to its former glory, and no matter what he's determined he'll succeed. That's his newest ambition.
Other:
71 moons ago: Palekit born.
65 moons ago: Palekit apprenticed.
58 moons ago: Palepaw becomes a warrior, now Palestorm.
51 moons ago: Border fights break out; Palestorm has his first battle.
49 moons ago: Mallowfang's eye is injured; Palestorm helps him find new fighting techniques.
45 moons ago: Palestorm receives Leafpaw, his sister's kit, as an apprentice.
38 moons ago: Leafpaw becomes a warrior, Leaftail.
37 moons ago: Deputy retires; Palestorm named deputy.
30 moons ago: Leader dies; Palestar becomes leader. Toadthroat named deputy.
15 moons ago: ShadowClan attacks and takes some RiverClan land. Palestar loses a life; Toadthroat dies, Tawnyfoot named deputy.
13 moons ago: RiverClan reclaims their land; Palestar loses his second life; his brother dies.
10 moons ago: Greencough outbreak. Palestar loses his third life; his sister dies.
3 moons ago: Tawnyfoot dies; Cherryfur named deputy.
Roleplay Example:
What? What? Where was he? He had a battle to fight! He couldn't leave his Clan now, not with ShadowClan on their territory! He had to help them!
Palestar stood and looked around. He was in the clearing where the battle was being fought, but there was no sign of any living cats. Around him sat many cats, however, all with stars in their fur. StarClan cats. One materialized and walked towards him, and as the cat came closer Palestar recognized the leader before him.
"Why have you brought me here?" the RiverClan leader demanded. "My Clan, we're fighting! I can't fight here!"
The former leader just stepped aside, leaving an empty space where he stood a moment before. Wait..no, it wasn't empty. There was something there, the faintest outline...of a cat with pale ginger fur, a nasty wound on his underbelly. All of a sudden, Palestar realized what had happened.
"You've lost your first life, Palestar," the starry cat before him said. "Your new life needs time to prepare itself."
"Please, send me back now! I have to fight for my Clan!" Palestar begged. How lowly it must look for him to have to beg! But the StarClan cats seemed used to it, so maybe this happened often.
"In a moment, Palestar. We're proud of you, the cats in StarClan. You've led your Clan well these past moons. I was right; your ability to joke around and then become serious seems to lighten the mood in camp." The leader went on a bit more about how proud he was that his deputy made such a fine leader, but all said 'fine leader' could think about was how he was not being a good leader just standing here chatting idly with an old dead friend. At last, the starry cat before him said, "You may now return. We will heal the wound that caused your death, but all others will remain."
When Palestar opened his eyes again, he was in the clearing, and only a scarce amount of cats from the RiverClan remained in the clearing. A few cats were standing over him, trying to rouse him. "He's okay!" "look, he's awake!" "Welcome back, Palestar!" "Are you alright?"
Palestar struggled to sit up - wow, he didn't know he'd feel this weak after losing a life! - and cast his green gaze around the clearing. They were losing. ShadowClan was beating them back. Maybe if he hadn't lost a life, the tides may have been different. But he was feeling too weak to fight again so soon after losign his first life, especially since StarClan only healed the wound that killed him and along with the blood he'd already lost some was still flowing from wounds on his pelt. Then what happened hit him again. He'd lost a life. "I'm fine," he croaked. "I just lost a life."
"We have to go! ShadowClan have won this time." One of the senior warriors ran up, yowling a retreat, and after examining the situation one more time, Palestar bent his head in assent. They would have to retreat this time, but they would be back for their territory.
The remaining cats around him began to flee back towards camp, and Palestar followed, propped up between two of his warrior. On the way out of the clearing, however, Palestar could just take in the scene around him. There were cats from both Clans lying motionless on the ground, and he felt a pang.
He was not the only cat who lost their life today.
