Post by & // Sarah on May 31, 2008 6:03:46 GMT -5
Name; Russetstar
Gender; She-cat
Age; 42 moons; 6 lives left
Clan; SnowClan
Rank; Leader
Description; Russetstar is quite large and bulky; one of the differences between her and the general image of a SnowClan cat. She also prefers to fight with pure strength rather than tactics and agility; a contrasting element between her and the rest of her Clan that some cats can't help but notice.
Most of her body is covered in pale ginger fur, although it does blend into darker shades around her head. On her torso, russet stripes fade smoothly into her fur. Pale whiskers curve around her muzzle, framing various battle scars, some fresh while others have all but disappeared. Her eyes are a pale amber, bright and often narrowed.
Her fur is thick and smooth - the blazing heat of the sun doesn't seem to get to her easily, although in leaf-bare it's a different story.
Personality; Lives for her Clan and would give up every one of her lives for them. Despite this, she is rarely concerned with the problems of other Clans. Some say the power that comes with the responsibility of leader has gone to her head; before she became Russetstar, she was much more considerate of everything around her. When a problem arises amongst her Clanmates, she often only listens to one side of the story; those who knew her during her time as a warrior would say the old Russetflame would never do that.
Seems to recklessly jump into fights a lot, whether meaning to or not - her motto seems to be 'attack first, ask questions later.' She can be extremely reckless at times and, before RockClan came to the forest, she continuously looked intently for any reason to cause a fight between SnowClan and TangleClan.
Russetstar has a more perceptive side, although this rarely surfaces. It is said that she spends a lot of time at the Dreampool, gazing into the clear waters thoughtfully. She keeps her past closely guarded, and some wonder if she actually knows much about her history.
Kin; Unknown.
Mate; Forbidden.
Crush; None.
Kits; None.
Role Play Example; The stars spread across the sky like a lazy flick of paint against a canvas, shimmering against the bland night darkness. The forest below was silent and still, with no wind to stir the grass or move the bushes. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a lithe shape appeared from the still evening air. The cat made no sound as it padded to the edge of a large pool, the stars glittering coldly in the water's reflection.
There was a sudden flicker of movement and the lone cat jerked its head up, blinking in surprise. The swathe of stars had begun to move, swirling and pulsing as they descended to the edge of the horizon as one. The lights expanded, forming slender shapes, and as the light faded the cat could see a hoarde of others padding towards the lake. No words were exchanged between the group; they assembled in silence around the water's edge.
Most of the cats sat down, and a single tom was left standing. His eyes lingered across the pool, where the glistening stars no longer swam. "Cats of StarClan," he announced, gazing around the group. "We have much to discuss tonight, but firstly we must welcome a new member to our ranks." The tom flicked his tail and instantly the first cat to arrive stood up.
"It is a pity," the tom began, "that you are joining us at such a young age. But what is done cannot be undone, and we welcome you to StarClan, Morningstar." The pale ginger tabby dipped her head in acknowledgement of the tom's words. "Thank you, Birchstar.
Birchstar returned the nod, and his eyes skimmed across the rest of the cats again. "We have a pressing matter to discuss," he meowed, glancing at a brown tabby. "Willowfur, tell us what you have discovered.
The tabby got to his paws, meeting Birchstar's gaze slowly. "I have interpreted the signs left for us," he whispered, "and the truth is clear. There is great trouble ahead for the two Clans of the forest." At his words there was an outbreak of concerned murmurs at his words, and Willowfur flicked his tail to silence them. "Dawn shall meet dusk, day shall meet night; but before there is harmony, blood shall be spilt.
The tom's words sent a feeling of dread creeping around the clearing, and a look of fear and horror was etched into every cat's face. A slim silver tabby got to her paws, gazing into the waters. "We can warn the Clans of what is to come, but under Smokestar's new leadership, little can be done from the stars. It is up for them to settle the storm of war." the she-cat meowed, glancing around the Clan. She looked to the skies, and as if this was a signal, the entire ranks of StarClan got to their paws. Birchstar padded off towards the distance, and the rest of the cats followed his pawsteps instantly. Each one was suddenly filled with a frosty glow, and as the lights began to shrink, the figures swept up across the sky once more.