Post by zetsu on Nov 25, 2008 16:31:48 GMT -8
N a m e: Star.
G e n d e r: She-cat
A g e: Twenty-nine moons. [when she died]
C l a n: StarClan.
R a n k: Leader.
I m a g e: farm1.static.flickr.com/226/477100471_a9759063a9.jpg
F a m i l y: None.
M a t e: None.
K i t s: None.
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: None.
C o m p a n i o n: None.
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
Containing a soft and dark moose-colored pelt, this she-cat has silver blue star-like eyes that seem to stare into your very soul.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
To start off, Star contains a very lithe, slim and slender body. Being the size of the average female cat, she is pure Siamese though her coat doesn't look much like it. Her pelt starts off the pure snow-white, her legs are splashed with the dark moose color slightly above her paws. That's how it ends for her front legs, however her back legs has it so after the dark moose color, a lighter tan moose is inflicted. Upon her hindquarters and sides continue that tan moose color, nearly reaching her chest but stopping on her sides.
Looking at her tail, it's a medium length while being engulfed in the dark moose color, reflecting her face as the same color is a rather mask-like around the eyes area though not taking over the top of her head part. Coming to her triangular ears, they stay up-right and not at all in the floppy part as they contain the most darkest moose color along with her tail. Nearing her nose and parts of her mouth, its a soft pink color as coming to her claws are a light tan for the back legs and white for the front legs. It's said a dark brown crescent mark is seen on her left hindquarter, a birthmark she's had through out her living and dead life.
Now, not only does she look elegant and graceful, her movements match it. Being quick on her dainty paws, she barely even makes a noise as she moves across the sky and forest floors. Not is it cause of her structure or from where she comes from, but it was the same as a living cat. coming to her eyes, this is which is purest of all. Casting your eyes upon her, its said that they capture your every thought and attention. Beautiful mysterious blue eyes, looking silver around the area as it turns blue closest to the pupil. They say the eyes are the window to the person's very soul, well that's what her eyes look like.
They seem to stare into your very soul, knowing everything about you before even introducing yourself. Such wisdom being seen in those eyes, ready to give help when needed.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
To some cat's knowledge, Star is as gentle as a mother to her kits. She treats everyone the same, not differently; depending on their attitude towards her. Still though, Star is surprised of the life she lived in. She had never suspected this. She expected something way more harsh and cold but to find herself here. No matter what cruel things are thrown to her, she always remains calm and collected and never seems angered at all. The same with hatred. Hatred is too strong of a word for anyone to hold. Even though, when she was living, Star did everything for her cherished Clan, for she always put everyone before herself. A kind heart to fit her very personality, she respected everything and even the food she ate, grateful for them to feed her and her Clan.
Being very wise, she used that to decide on things more clearly, thinking them out before deciding. However, she did not do it alone, she would consult with the Clan so they could decide together. Even then, she loved her brother very dearly. He was all she had for family, he was the one closest to her heart besides the Clan. As said before, she would put everyone before herself, before her own life. She risked herself for her Clan, for StarClan, she somehow knew that there was a time when a cat was decided to die, so if it was not now, she would protect them. Knowing that, she knew exactly when she would die. Not how, but when, cause it was only a matter of time before it would happen.
Even then, she does have a slight melancholy worry side. She worried at times if she was doing the right thing, having them aim in the right direction. She often went to StarClan for help, to show the right path and was often not spoken to and even once-- Star had doubted StarClan. She did everything in her power to be forgiven, and was gladly done, pulling off that weight upon her chest as it happened. She understands the limit StarClan has, though Crescentstar is not one to lose hope easily and has faith that StarClan knows exactly what is to be done. Loyalty is one of her very traits, and the power to lead, hoping for the sake of StarClan that the lone Clan is not doomed yet.
H i s t o r y:
mystery.
;3
O v e r a l l:
Star is a wise loyal she-cat, pelt containing dark and light moose with white. Eyes being silver blue star-like, its said they can look into your very soul. This she-cat has hopes in helping the cats below, to bring them to the right path and out of the destruction that lies ahead for them.
S a m p l e:
(Taken from this dog site I'm co-owner at :D )Winds blew rather fierce, every now and then. It wasn't bad, since I was really use to the cold. My steps took guidance towards a rather large two floor building, moving with silent steps like a ghost and staying unseen. The gravel beneath my paws danced and skidded amongst other parts of the ground as I kicked up rocks and dirt, icy piercing blue optics wandered the horizon as I gave a glance to the fleeing sun once it spotted me.
Glorious. I preferred the cold anyways. Why? Cause it was the complete opposite of warmth. Disgusting, that's what warmth is. Cuddling you, welcoming you in open arms. Who even likes that? The pathetic, that's who. They enjoy the feeling of being loved, nuzzled, kept close to the safety of their mother's warmth or even a mate.
That was not me. Not one bit. Nobody was there when I was freezing cold. Nobody warmed me when I needed it most. No one wanted me or loved me when I was near death. Why should it matter NOW? It doesn't. That's why. My ghostly image reflected off the large windows that lay upon the walls, on the sides of the door.
Nobody gave me a second glance, I was just some canine. Some person that nobody wanted to get near or even bother to talk to. Like I was some disease, one touch and they're dead. No matter, I enjoyed the feeling of being ignored. Soon enough, they'll be in deep trouble, and I may just happen to come by. They'll be asking for help, nearly begging, watching as they lose all sense of pride and feeling and I'll just walk away and act as they did towards me. give them the cold shoulder, show them the feeling I always deal with.
Focusing my attention upon the windows, I noticed it seems its made out of some sort of plastic than glass, which is why one is still up while the other was all boarded up. The door creaked a bit noisily as the wind barely pushed it open at times, I pushed against it with not much force and it opened. Like it knew it should to a canine like myself.
My body led me inside as the door swung slowly closed and I stepped into the station. There were some desks scattered about in this large room, tons of papers hanging on the wall. I remember reading the words 'NORTH RIDGE POLICE STATION', a thought then flickered in my mind. Where had I first heard that? Police. I then spotted an old looking paper with humans on the cover; some in a beige clothing and others in blue. Ah, these were Polices. Those that put bad humans in a thing called 'Jail'.
Jeez, Humans were mindless idiots. They were brainless morons. Why would one lock away another? Was some humans really against each other? Are they any different from canines such as myself? Or were they separated in alliances such as Dark, Light and Neutral. I grew amused at the thought, I bet some humans were actually made as slaves to other. Thrown about, kissing at the Royalty's feet, doing their every command. If that was so, then humans were no different then us. Yet, they kept some canines as 'pets' and such. What was up with that?
What if us canines, had forced them to walk by our paws and kiss at the very ground by out paws. The world would've been very different if that had happened, if Canines were in control and Humans were our minions and slaves. Imagine the destruction this could cause.
I continued on to turn to a door and come open to a Hallway. It was a rather lonesome hall, being completely plain with nothing on the walls but signs of other humans holding up something that contains numbers upon them with the words 'WANTED' on all of them. If I kept going, I'd neither go, what looked like stairs, to the bottom floor or go up to the second floor. The other four rooms on this floor contained nothing but more desks and papers. I examined each room, papers flung to the very ground and chairs stumbled over and occasionally some broken windows with the curtains swaying in the unknown breeze.
One did contain a long broken table with a water jug, it caught my attention. The water jug I mean. I approached with slow paws as lolled out my tongue and lapped at the small puddle it had begun to drip to the very floor. The taste was slightly cool but a bit tangy, it tasted okay nonetheless. But I've tasted better. At least in the parking lot a pond was actually formed by the huge den in the gravel and the gathering of the rain. That would be a better source of water.
I explored downstairs to meet with not a desk but two prison cells, rather interesting. I went into the first stall, my surroundings dark and damp with the creepy rhythmic dripping and the strong stench of dried blood and some moss gathering at the corners along with spiderwebs. It seems the jails had a trick to them, if you were to ever get yourself lock in one..you may not just escape out of it. The only way was to push from the outside, if you were inside, pushing or pulling did nothing. this would be perfect for slaves.
While the first had a furniture bed like thing attached to the wall, it smelled a bit and the smell of real old dried pee had scorned it but useful nevertheless. The second one contain the same but actually some kind of container that held old remains of dung and a odd looking colored liquid that I'd rather burn then try it. Flies clung near the waste like it was heaven, harks perking as the sound of petite squeaking reached my ears and I noticed a hole in the corner. This prison hold, had tons of rats. If you watched out for their bites, you'll be fine. Other than that, good food source.
I allowed myself to leave and climb the steps with a careful pace and returned to the Hallway, now turning completely as to make way up. The second floor, nothing more than more offices such rooms but one was a storage with lots of snacks and junk food and some sort of weapon looking material which was overall useless. The food looked completely old, I wasn't too sure if it would be edible. I took no other thought about the weaponry, I wasn't interested at all.
A smirk formed on my maw as I returned to the lobby, excitement tingling in my paws. It was deserted here, that was perfect. Why? That meant it could be perfect for a new home. What could be more better, than to feel the power of leadership within oneself. To have control over all of them, having them follow your every rule. Nothing could be better, if there was something better, I would to try and be explained to.
I held my ground and raised my muzzle towards the heavens as my jaw lay slightly gap as a melody escaped my vocals, stretching out to distant areas and even echoing within the building. "This is land belongs to me, Fuyu. I claim all of it, and you can't change anything about it. Those who dare, step forward. Those too frighten, leave and don't dare look back. Care for a challenge? I wouldn't waste a breath, there's nothing you can do about it. If you choose to live, flee, other then that, welcome to a pack that will thrive and succeed."
It was done. I was home. A new home, meant responsibility. I just hope I don't get no crap from any canine, or they will be messing with me. I would not be looked down upon, and a mate? He better be use to being looked down on, because no male will be higher then myself. That, I would be sure of.
A faint glimmer of sunshine managed to flutter in through the windows and caused me to back away as it barely touched my golden honey enriched coat, earning a hiss from me. I'd be sure to give any canine that dare disrespects me or make fun of me, bloody hell. I will be sure to make their life a living hell, where the actual would be even way better. Those who obeyed commands, followed the strong, thrived with their strength, they will be gladly welcomed. I was gonna show them all, that a female such as myself, can be completly better and stronger than any male. That a female can succeed, and show who is boss.
Seeing how the temperature was dropping, it only mean that Winter was coming. Oh yes, this was the best season of all. What's more better then finding some canines close to freezing to death? To offer them a home and have them be loyal to myself till the end. Cracks along the walls allowed some draft to linger into the building which did not earn a shivering or trembling from myself. I wasn't lying when I said I loved the cold. It did not at all affect me. But, the warmth and hot did. While some would get sick in cold weather, it was opposite for me.
I'd get sick greatly in warm weather, fever breakouts and all those stuff. I wasn't ever out around those times, I didn't want anyone to see my weakness. It would be an advantage to them, by a lot. While for me Winter and cold was a huge advantage to myself, while to them maybe not so well. Could it possibly be my Siberian Husky genes? Some would think so. However the past was the reason why. The past after all, always made us stronger.
C o d e . P h r a s e: Starlit Sorrows.[/font]
