Post by myth on Nov 6, 2010 13:53:40 GMT -5
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forty moons - thunderclan - boss
hair just as gold as the sun
appearance
eyes just as dark as the moon
just the way i am
personality
the one and only
wrap it up and send it back, i don't want it
history
where the sugar comes from
lets see the way you groove
rp sample
music to my ears
missed a step
other
something bothering you mister
appearance
eyes just as dark as the moon
A small, thick set she-cat with mismatched brown and blue eyes, with a thick white pelt, ginger tail, ginger forehead and a ginger blotch on her rump, with thick, large paws and short, stumpy legs, big ears and big eyes. Shapestar still looks like a• • • • • • • • • •
just the way i am
personality
the one and only
Small Shapestar may be, but her heart is big and her mouth is loud. She never gives up; she's stubborn, refuses to back down and is headstrong, thick-headed, stupid, whatever you want to call her. She can control her clan with both an iron fist and a light touch - she's kind and gentle yet, in battle, her ferocity is evident due to the scars she holds underneath her thick, warm pelt. As the boss, she expects everyone to stay in their place and if you don't, expect to lose an ear.• • • • • • • • • •
wrap it up and send it back, i don't want it
history
where the sugar comes from
The previous leader, Cometstar, was her mother. Her father is said to be a WindClan cat, whom Cometstar had eloped with when she was a deputy during a lapse in judgement. Her leader died as a result of a border scuffle with WindClan, and she was made leader. Within a moon, three kits were born, two of whom she killed right off; the tom had no back legs and the female... she had but one eye and would have died anyway. The only kit to survive was whisked away and Cometstar dunked the kit in water and left it at a fountain, expecting it do die or be taken in by RiverClan, who by then owned the fountain. Unfortunately for Cometstar, the kit was found and taken in by ThunderClan. She took no notice of the thing - it looked nothing like her, of course; the little thing looked like her despicable father.• • • • • • • • • •
Of course, it became evident this kit was not unlike Cometstar, in how she acted, how she moved, and then, her eyes. Her left eye turned a chocolate brown, mirroring Cometstar exactly. Cometstar said it was but a coincidence, though cats could see through her sneer and they knew, when Shapekit and her 'siblings' were out playing, Cometstar would watch Shapekit closely. Shapekit grew quickly and became Shapepaw, and then Shapeclaw for her ferocity in winning back the fountain where she was found. Cometstar's backup, Flat-tail, died during a scuffle with ShadowClan and Cometstar named Shapeclaw as her backup. Cometstar was by then very old and died, and Shapeclaw became Shapestar, and the boss of ThunderClan.
lets see the way you groove
rp sample
music to my ears
Her limp still clung to her like disease to a rat. Her fur, no longer ragged like it was in the battle, was pure, clean, smooth, each hair in its place as it should be, unmoving. Her eyes, golden like the sun, scanned the crowd. She'd sort of wandered towards the apprentices and Nighthawk had left her sight. She loved him so much, but her father... He was disapproving in the biggest sense of things. He didn't like the fact she was in love with her mentor, and if he had his way, she'd be forbidden to even look at him. But thankfully, he wasn't the leader, and he couldn't control every single moment of the young cat's life. In a way, she knew he was protecting her because of what happened to her dear, dear mother. Lilysong died the night Dreampaw came into the world. Each kit before her died before birth, during birth, or shortly afterwards. Carrying Dreampaw was what killed the weakened Lilysong. It scared her deeply - what if the same thing happened to her? Would she die, leaving her kits and Nighthawk without a mother or a mate?• • • • • • • • • •
She shoved the thought deep inside and locked it away, never to be seen again. She needed to remain optimistic, for both herself and her father. She loved him dearly, but he was very cautious. She loved him, and defended him from the accusations he received daily. It was cruel, life was cruel, but Dreampaw needed to make it better, to survive until the day StarClan called her to their ranks to leave the land and watch over her clan. As she paused to think about this, her eyes wandered through the crowd, eventually spotting Nighthawk. Had she been in better condition, she would have dashed over, but instead, the youngster hobbled over with a lop-sided grin on her face.
When she reached him, she purred loudly, and pressed herself against his warm pelt. She drank in his scent and closed her eyes, rubbing her head against his shoulder. She remembered when she was tiny compared to him. She was growing fast, and becoming a beautiful young cat, just like her mother, the clan said. She was beautiful; Lilysong had an almost unearthly beauty that had certainly been passed to her daughter. The only thing Dreampaw had inherited from her father was her unending stubbornness and almost ferocity when defending her father or when someone asked about her mother. Otherwise, she was perky, happy, if a little shy. Her floppy, useless tail drooped behind her, unable to entwine itself with Nighthawk's tail like most cats would have done had they had such a handsome tom by their side. Her golden orbs looked up at Nighthawk, the moonlight dancing in them gently as she purred. It seemed like she could not find her voice tonight. Perhaps she was just unable to think of something to say to her to-be mate (she hoped). Then her gaze shifted from the tom to the sky.
"It's a beautiful night, isn't it Nighthawk?" she meowed, fluffing herself up a little in the chill of the leaffall night. The trees whistled gently as the breeze carried itself through the cats like the spirits of their ancestors joining them on this night of peace and prosperity before the dark, vice like grip of leafbare joined them to take the lives of cats and steal away the prey in the night so cats grew hungry, unable to feed even the elders. Those days, Dreampaw knew not of - yes, she was born in the leafbare last, but she was so young she could not recall the pain and the suffering of those cold, dark moons in which her mother passed into StarClan.
"I wonder how FireClan are doing after the fight." she meowed absent-mindedly. She did not really care how they were, just the cats she had met in previous gatherings whom she had grown to like. She also wondered who the tom was standing in Haggarstar's place. It was certainly not the deputy, Tigerfrost. Tigerfrost was white with black stripes, this tom was grey and white. Her eyes were cruious as she looked onwards, her head tilting slightly as she watched him. He was talking with the other leaders, but Dreampaw's hearing was not so good she could make out what they were saying.
The wind carried their speech from them to her, and she caught 'Haggarstar' and 'dead'. Her heart stopped in sorrow for the great leader who had led DawnClan so well. She looked over at some DawnClan cats. They seemed somber in their body language; they were strong, quiet, but the deep sorrow flew from them like a flock of starlings in the dusky skies of greenleaf. She wondered how Haggarstar had died. In only the previous gathering the black she-cat had looked strong, and healthy, but Dreampaw did suppose cats could go downhill in the blink of an eye. It was sad.
Her eyes again directed their gaze to the night sky. As she studied it, she saw a moving star. In her confusion at this star, she watched it as it ran across the sky towards the moon, passing the other StarClan cats. Who was that, the apprentice wondered in her mind, studying it's movements. It was straight, as straight as the flight of a peregrin when it stooped to catch a bird or a mouse. Too straight, for her liking anyway. As she watched, another star fell, and she gasped. Was StarClan weeping tonight, weeping for the lost leader, or weeping for what was to come to the clans? She gulped, and shifted her paws. They were numb from the cold.
missed a step
other
something bothering you mister
just wondering what the other positions would have been (ie app and warrior equiv.)
