Post by ⋆ Phia ⋆ on Mar 11, 2013 13:01:39 GMT
 ⋆CROWSTAR⋆ 68 MOONS ⋆ MALE ⋆ LEADER ⋆ SILENTCLAN { appearance. Battled-scarred, black-furred tom with scrawny build and ice blue eyes. { Casting the first eye. At first glance, Crowstar may look fairly ordinary, his only revealed identification being another feeble, yet menacing frame in the forest that poses no significant threat. He could easily be mistaken for nothing more than a troublesome, disloyal rogue, instead of the honoured clan leader he actually is. His battle-scarred body and unwelcoming frosty eyes usually lead to negative first impressions, but he has learnt to deal with it. This tom might not immediately reflect the image of the regular fierce, noble clan leader, but his devoted spirits and true heart make up for what he misses in natural beauty. { Physical Appearance. Scrawny, unattractive and frightening are three accurate words that describe the outside image of this cat. Crowstar brings out the unappealing, skinny frame of the average feral cat, only to a slightly extreme level. His once sleek and glossy jet-black pelt now slides down from his flanks into matted patches of dull ashen fur, certainly not shiny as it once was but enough to support him throughout the harsh moons of leaf-bare. It leads down to lighter-coloured socks on three of his legs, leaving the fourth one as dusky as the rest of his body. The pale fur of his paws used to mirror the silvery surface of the moon, although now it's merely a filthy hue of dim grey. His single blot of white fur is at the tip of his tail. The tom's eyes reflect a particularly pale hue of azure blue, but see no other colours apart from grey. Deep scars lie across his left shoulder, stretched out enough to have left him with a permanent, yet hardly noticeable limp of his left side. Several other scratches run down from the base of his neck, muzzle and forehead. Never having being given the chance to heal properly and under the care of a medicine cat, they have resulted into his hideously-scarred face. Crowstar might not be a charming young tom who recently reached the much-desired position of a clan leader, but his age adds to his life experience and wisdom. { Build. Crowstar's frame once looked appropriate to let him grow into a huge, sturdy warrior, which would have been achieved if fate hadn't chosen a different path for him. Although skinny, this tom has managed to preserve his well-trained muscles under his rough fur. Powerful hind legs allow him to have the edge on most battles if he happens to get pinned to the ground, even though he lacks effective attacking strategies due to his exceptionally short apprenticeship. His tail is of average length, providing him with just as much balance as he requires, and leads down to equally average-sized limbs. Climbing up from his scarred muzzle there are his relatively big, oval-shaped eyes, and the thick fur inside his thin-skinned ears. He's an overall fairly dangerous opponent in possession of lethal fangs, his only drawback being his lack of skill in smart, tricky strategies that could catch his enemies off-guard. { Quick reference. [x] { personality. { Fairly thoughtful. Instead of the common social, clan-popular leader, Crowstar is usually found in a quiet spot with his own, rapt in unreadable thoughts. He's always faced with the strong longing to analyze every little thing that happens within his clan or beyond, something that consequently leads into turning good news into bad ones. He will not accept any kind of statement or offer without thoroughly considering each and every of its beneficial and detrimental aspect. Thanks to this trait of his, he's not a cat to be fooled or lied to easily, although it also means he's always fighting with himself in a never-ending battle to stay positive for the sake of his clan. { Usually snappy. Thanks to his thoughtful and lonely nature, this tom ends up being unusually snappy as a result of his excessive amounts of time spent alone. He finds it extremely hard to understand the cheerful and optimistic temperament of specific cats which is almost completely alien to himself, to the point he ends up getting involved in completely uneccessary arguments regarding being presented with high hopes and pleasant news. Even when he appears to be under a fairly good mood, no one's to guess when he will suddenly decide to jump all over the first unlucky cat that happens to cross his path. { Eternally devoted. Although cynical and sharp-tongued, Crowstar still manages to gather the courage and determination to stay utterly dedicated to what he believes will eventually be of use to everyone. He might not be a cat to easily rely on hope and faith, yet he finds motivation to complete his tasks and struggle as much as it takes for the good of his loved ones at all times. He admires the achievements of his warriors and appreciates each and every delightful event reported despite his usual negativity, and constantly tries to find time and motive to show his gratefulness to each of his clanmates seperately. However, this doesn't mean this old tom doesn't have days or even weeks sank in complete hopelessness and desolation, for when he does, nobody seems to be capable of snapping him out of it. { Hazardously obsessive. This is perhaps Crowstar's one very trait to be both incredibly useful as well as insanely dangerous. In simple terms, this old clan leader is not to be presented with words such as "let it go". For it will only cause him to get an even firmer grip on his opinions and beliefs, regardless of how senseless or harmful they could be. On the good aspect of his obsessiveness, Crowstar is one to stick to his guns and refuse to change his mind, dismissing any sort of protests, criticism and verbal attacks. Sometimes, this turns out to be a good thing, for it indicates that this old tom will never back down from a challenge and fight mercilessly for what he believes to be right. Or wrong. Which leads to the bad aspect of this trait of his. Once introduced to an idea he becomes absorbed in, Crowstar will never be able to comprehend the potentially lethal outcomes of his decision. He is capable of leading his own clan into complete and utter disaster just to please his obsession, and will only realise how enormous of a mistake he made after everything is done and unalterable. { skills.
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{ history. { Apprentice. Upon apprenticeship, Crowpaw was assigned his father as his mentor. In the beginning, the unsuspecting apprentice felt especially lucky; he was his father's apprentice! However, it didn't take him long to completely change his mind. Spidereye could have made a skilled and gifted warrior, although not so much of a fine teacher. During the moons of his apprenticeship, Crowpaw's clan was going through exceptionally rough times; not only prey was scarce, but the threat of a powerful new clan had arose. ShadowClan's leader was already aware of the significant danger HiddenClan had brought to the forest, and consequently had ordered for the apprenticeships to be shortened and the borders to be patrolled almost at all times. The burden of inadequate apprenticeships had fallen upon the clan's current apprentices during that time, and Crowpaw was unlucky enough to have been one of them. He was always trying incredibly hard not to protest when his father made their training sessions long enough for his muscles to ache for the two following days, or when he forbid him from eating when the freshkill he would bring back to the camp was not enough for his liking. Although he had succeeded, it had resulted into the apprentice being constantly frustrated and hopeless towards his birthclan's future. Despite their painstaking efforts, it eventually couldn't be argued that doom was upon them. { Warror. Crowpaw's warrior ceremony had been hasty, and the newly appointed warrior had been less than happy with his new name. He had been trying instensly to hold back his frustration and bleakness during his apprentice moons which had caused him to adopt an unwelcoming and cold behaviour, and even though he believed to have been successful, his name told otherwise. Crowfrost was turning out into a snappy, hostile tomcat, which he soon decided didn't bother him. Shortly after his warriorship, just when the young warrior had been expecting it, the night of the attack fell upon his clan. In spite of all of his clan's attempts to defend their camp and territory, vanquishment was clearly inevitable. Hopelessly and ridiculously outnumbered against HiddenClan, ShadowClan was faced with complete and utter defeat. While half of Crowfrost's clan was scattered and the rest killed, the tom had escaped deep into the safety of the forest, lost and covered in the scars of defeat. He only dared go back when a moon had passed, only to discover his old home had been destroyed and his clanmates were nowhere to be found. He felt hopeless as he had never felt before, almost shifting the blame of his fate on StarClan for not having killed him as well. At least then, he would be able to be with his friends and parents again. Or so he thought. He didn't know if his family had been killed, but soon he realised that it was just another thing that didn't matter to him. What mattered was to bring his clan back, or at least, what remained of it. And if that equalled nothing, then bring back his old rusty life goal; to make big changes that would alter his clan forever. Since there was nothing left of his birthclan to change, he soon realised he was faced with a challenge he never expected to meet in his lifetime. But he had no choice other than to take it. If he couldn't change his old clan, he was going to re-create it. From the start. Create it, and lead it to greatness. And beyond. { Leader. in progress. { relationships.
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