Post by Sunstar on Aug 22, 2016 19:51:59 GMT -6
Riverclan
Sunstar
AGE
48 Moons
GENDER
Female
RANK
Leader
APPEARANCE
Sunstar is an orange tabby with dark brown, nearly black stripes running over her body, and her eyes are a pale jade. As per usual of Riverclan cats, her fur is generally sleek and thick. However, with the recent turn of events, her pelt has gained a bedraggled appearance, dull and exhibiting none of the healthiness it once had. Standing at about the same height as a typical warrior, she had lost a lot of muscle mass during the biting sickness, but has since gained most of it back as her Clan entered a state of recovery.
PERSONALITY
Originally, Sunstar was known for living up to her name; she was constantly a ray of light for her close friends, ever optimistic and hopeful. But, having been exposed to the darker sides of reality through the biting sickness epidemic, she had since grown more cynical and bitter. Withdrawn into herself, she rarely allows others to see what is going on in her mind, and is often without a kind word for anyone, even those she deems her friends. When interacting with other Clans, she is usually nothing short of abrasive, and is quick to become defensive about any potential insults thrown her way. Moreover, some believe that her belief in Starclan had been shaken by the horrors she had to live through, blaming her ancestors for their incompetence and inability to help in those dire times. Still, some things never change. It is undeniable that she is heavily devoted to Riverclan. Often times, when her daily duties have been taken care of, she can be found participating in hunting and border patrols, spending all her free time helping her Clan get back on its feet.
HISTORY
From childhood, Sunstar had always been diplomatic. Born in a litter of three, she played the mediator between her two rambunctious, hotheaded brothers. Be it for games, the last scrap of fish, or a nearby beetle, her brothers would argue and she would help come up with a proper compromise. Her parents, two devoted Riverclan warriors, doted on her and her siblings, and the entire family was very close. They each had their own talents, and they supported each other in their ventures. As they grew up together, served their apprenticeships, earned their warrior names, no one could match the pride the siblings felt for one another. And, when Sundapple, as was her warrior name, was chosen to be the clan’s deputy, her brothers cheered for her the loudest.
But, when the biting sickness arrived, everything began to fall apart. As the first wave of infection hit the clan, Sundapple and her brothers were spared. Her parents, however, weren’t as lucky. They slowly withered away in their nests, the disease striking quickly and tearing them apart efficiently. Within the week, they had lost all sense of reason, and had begun to lash out at any nearby clanmates, and, when they finally passed, Sundapple was ashamed to admit that she had felt a sense of relief; her parents were finally free from their misery. But, following them on their journey to Starclan were many other members of the clan. Brave senior warriors fell, one-by-one, wailing as they thrashed in their nests. Queens, and subsequently their kits, also fell prey to the uncaring reaper. Even the leader, Foxstar, had succumbed to the biting sickness, although he retained his quiet dignity until the end.
With their leader gone, the clan’s morale was at an all time low, and Sundapple knew she had to step up and take command. Before his demise, Foxstar had chosen her to be his successor, and she had to live up to his expectations. At the next gathering, she assumed his old position and announced his passing gravely, only to find out that Riverclan had not been the only one to lose such a prominent member. All the Clans had suffered — were suffering! — and it was time to take action. She had long since forgotten exactly who proposed so ludicrous an idea, but it was brought up nonetheless, and she had solemnly, regretfully, agreed to it.
The Great March had been planned, and was set into motion.
Once back amongst her clan mates, Sundapple announced what had been decided at the gathering with a heavy heart and a bowed head, unable to meet the gazes of the cats she had betrayed. It’s for the best, she reminded herself desperately. It’s to prevent any more casualties, to save all the rest who can be. And, if it was that simple, if she could just continue to fool herself like so, then things would have worked out much better. But, in a cruel twist of fate, the morning that the infected cats were forced out of the Clans, Sunstar’s brothers had both began to run a slight fever. Unable to go back on her word, it tore her apart to see them stumbling over the uneven terrain, tripping on their own paws as they attempted to keep moving in the direction they were told to. The last of her family had gone; she was the only one left. Frozen there until the last of the exiled cats’ shadows dipped below the horizon, Sundapple sent a silent prayer to Starclan to protect them until the last of their numbered days before turning and heading back to camp, her few warriors following her without a word. They were all too numb, too tired, to fight anymore.
Everyone had lost a loved one. Some, like Sundapple, had lost all their kin. For days, the clan moped and shared in their guilt, residual horror stagnating the air and weighing down heavily upon their shoulders. Though the shame of what they had done never lessened, with every passing day they learned how to live with it. Their paws had been sullied, and they could never wash away their past. All they had left was the future, and that knowledge fueled Sundapple’s weary legs as she made her way alone to the Moonpool in order to receive her nine lives.
In the morning, she returned to the clan with her new name, Sunstar, and a blazing determination that had not been seen since before the biting sickness had arrived in their home. Some say that none of her former clan mates had gifted her a life, shunning her for orchestrating their deaths, and her resolve came from her wishing to prove herself and earn their forgiveness. Others claim that her brothers had been amongst the first to greet her in her dream, guiding her down the right path and reminding her to look after her clan. However, as Sunstar was forbidden to speak of the ceremony, all rumors would remain unaddressed long after her time had come and passed.
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
As the chirping of birds filtered into her den, Sunstar’s eyes opened slowly as she blinked to adjust her vision to the brightness of morning. It was yet another day, one that would, no doubt, be the same as the last. Since everything had stabilized in the aftermath of the epidemic, her days had slowly begun to blend together, with her daily schedule never derailing from her usual plans. Every day was dedicated to rebuilding the camp, restocking the fresh-kill pile, and reinforcing the borders. It was a monotonous cycle, and it was often hard for her to keep track of the Clan’s improvement.
Although, the birds are back in the area, she thought to herself as she stretched quickly and gave her pelt a swift once-over before padding out into the clearing. That is progress in itself.
From the mouth of her den, Sunstar watched as sleepy warriors and their apprentices staggered back into camp, the dawn patrol returning after having finished their duties. Similarly, those still sleeping stirred in their nests, and, soon enough, bleary eyes and tired faces were peeking out from the warriors’ and apprentices’ dens, scanning their surroundings curiously before making their way out to nab some breakfast. Yesterday’s hunting patrols had been very successful, and Sunstar was relieved to see that every cat was able to have a piece of prey to themselves without completely depleting their supply. And, for a second, she felt her lips twitch upwards. We might be fine after all.
But, the thought left as quickly as it came, and Sunstar’s expression was, again, set in a deep frown. While everyone’s bellies were full, that didn’t mean that the Clan was thriving. Only one thing could prove that: the presence of the next generation. Casting a forlorn look towards the barren nursery, Sunstar held back a heavy sigh as she heard one of her warriors call her name. That would have to be a worry for another day.
Cat Stock for Profile Picture © Malleni-Stock48 Moons
GENDER
Female
RANK
Leader
APPEARANCE
Sunstar is an orange tabby with dark brown, nearly black stripes running over her body, and her eyes are a pale jade. As per usual of Riverclan cats, her fur is generally sleek and thick. However, with the recent turn of events, her pelt has gained a bedraggled appearance, dull and exhibiting none of the healthiness it once had. Standing at about the same height as a typical warrior, she had lost a lot of muscle mass during the biting sickness, but has since gained most of it back as her Clan entered a state of recovery.
PERSONALITY
Originally, Sunstar was known for living up to her name; she was constantly a ray of light for her close friends, ever optimistic and hopeful. But, having been exposed to the darker sides of reality through the biting sickness epidemic, she had since grown more cynical and bitter. Withdrawn into herself, she rarely allows others to see what is going on in her mind, and is often without a kind word for anyone, even those she deems her friends. When interacting with other Clans, she is usually nothing short of abrasive, and is quick to become defensive about any potential insults thrown her way. Moreover, some believe that her belief in Starclan had been shaken by the horrors she had to live through, blaming her ancestors for their incompetence and inability to help in those dire times. Still, some things never change. It is undeniable that she is heavily devoted to Riverclan. Often times, when her daily duties have been taken care of, she can be found participating in hunting and border patrols, spending all her free time helping her Clan get back on its feet.
HISTORY
From childhood, Sunstar had always been diplomatic. Born in a litter of three, she played the mediator between her two rambunctious, hotheaded brothers. Be it for games, the last scrap of fish, or a nearby beetle, her brothers would argue and she would help come up with a proper compromise. Her parents, two devoted Riverclan warriors, doted on her and her siblings, and the entire family was very close. They each had their own talents, and they supported each other in their ventures. As they grew up together, served their apprenticeships, earned their warrior names, no one could match the pride the siblings felt for one another. And, when Sundapple, as was her warrior name, was chosen to be the clan’s deputy, her brothers cheered for her the loudest.
But, when the biting sickness arrived, everything began to fall apart. As the first wave of infection hit the clan, Sundapple and her brothers were spared. Her parents, however, weren’t as lucky. They slowly withered away in their nests, the disease striking quickly and tearing them apart efficiently. Within the week, they had lost all sense of reason, and had begun to lash out at any nearby clanmates, and, when they finally passed, Sundapple was ashamed to admit that she had felt a sense of relief; her parents were finally free from their misery. But, following them on their journey to Starclan were many other members of the clan. Brave senior warriors fell, one-by-one, wailing as they thrashed in their nests. Queens, and subsequently their kits, also fell prey to the uncaring reaper. Even the leader, Foxstar, had succumbed to the biting sickness, although he retained his quiet dignity until the end.
With their leader gone, the clan’s morale was at an all time low, and Sundapple knew she had to step up and take command. Before his demise, Foxstar had chosen her to be his successor, and she had to live up to his expectations. At the next gathering, she assumed his old position and announced his passing gravely, only to find out that Riverclan had not been the only one to lose such a prominent member. All the Clans had suffered — were suffering! — and it was time to take action. She had long since forgotten exactly who proposed so ludicrous an idea, but it was brought up nonetheless, and she had solemnly, regretfully, agreed to it.
The Great March had been planned, and was set into motion.
Once back amongst her clan mates, Sundapple announced what had been decided at the gathering with a heavy heart and a bowed head, unable to meet the gazes of the cats she had betrayed. It’s for the best, she reminded herself desperately. It’s to prevent any more casualties, to save all the rest who can be. And, if it was that simple, if she could just continue to fool herself like so, then things would have worked out much better. But, in a cruel twist of fate, the morning that the infected cats were forced out of the Clans, Sunstar’s brothers had both began to run a slight fever. Unable to go back on her word, it tore her apart to see them stumbling over the uneven terrain, tripping on their own paws as they attempted to keep moving in the direction they were told to. The last of her family had gone; she was the only one left. Frozen there until the last of the exiled cats’ shadows dipped below the horizon, Sundapple sent a silent prayer to Starclan to protect them until the last of their numbered days before turning and heading back to camp, her few warriors following her without a word. They were all too numb, too tired, to fight anymore.
Everyone had lost a loved one. Some, like Sundapple, had lost all their kin. For days, the clan moped and shared in their guilt, residual horror stagnating the air and weighing down heavily upon their shoulders. Though the shame of what they had done never lessened, with every passing day they learned how to live with it. Their paws had been sullied, and they could never wash away their past. All they had left was the future, and that knowledge fueled Sundapple’s weary legs as she made her way alone to the Moonpool in order to receive her nine lives.
In the morning, she returned to the clan with her new name, Sunstar, and a blazing determination that had not been seen since before the biting sickness had arrived in their home. Some say that none of her former clan mates had gifted her a life, shunning her for orchestrating their deaths, and her resolve came from her wishing to prove herself and earn their forgiveness. Others claim that her brothers had been amongst the first to greet her in her dream, guiding her down the right path and reminding her to look after her clan. However, as Sunstar was forbidden to speak of the ceremony, all rumors would remain unaddressed long after her time had come and passed.
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
As the chirping of birds filtered into her den, Sunstar’s eyes opened slowly as she blinked to adjust her vision to the brightness of morning. It was yet another day, one that would, no doubt, be the same as the last. Since everything had stabilized in the aftermath of the epidemic, her days had slowly begun to blend together, with her daily schedule never derailing from her usual plans. Every day was dedicated to rebuilding the camp, restocking the fresh-kill pile, and reinforcing the borders. It was a monotonous cycle, and it was often hard for her to keep track of the Clan’s improvement.
Although, the birds are back in the area, she thought to herself as she stretched quickly and gave her pelt a swift once-over before padding out into the clearing. That is progress in itself.
From the mouth of her den, Sunstar watched as sleepy warriors and their apprentices staggered back into camp, the dawn patrol returning after having finished their duties. Similarly, those still sleeping stirred in their nests, and, soon enough, bleary eyes and tired faces were peeking out from the warriors’ and apprentices’ dens, scanning their surroundings curiously before making their way out to nab some breakfast. Yesterday’s hunting patrols had been very successful, and Sunstar was relieved to see that every cat was able to have a piece of prey to themselves without completely depleting their supply. And, for a second, she felt her lips twitch upwards. We might be fine after all.
But, the thought left as quickly as it came, and Sunstar’s expression was, again, set in a deep frown. While everyone’s bellies were full, that didn’t mean that the Clan was thriving. Only one thing could prove that: the presence of the next generation. Casting a forlorn look towards the barren nursery, Sunstar held back a heavy sigh as she heard one of her warriors call her name. That would have to be a worry for another day.
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