Post by Bearstar on Aug 24, 2016 20:54:40 GMT -6
THUNDERCLAN
Bearstar
AGE
92 Moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Leader
APPEARANCE
A stocky black and white cat with distinct white markings on his face resembling a mustache. He has soft pink paw pads and a bicolor tongue. He has a scar running diagonally across his face, torn up ears, and a small scar next to his left eye.
PERSONALITY
Cheerful :: Overall, Bearstar has a very cheerful personality. He’s quick to make dorky jokes around his clanmates to pick up a cat’s mood if he thinks they’re feeling down.
Debonair :: He takes very good care of his coat. Bearstar is quite dashing, and a very charming old man. It’s all in the mustache, honestly.
Regal :: Due to both his dashing personality and his confidence, he gives off an air of regality that just isn’t quite seen in all cats.
Eloquent :: Bearstar picks his words carefully, always careful of what he’s saying. He tends to have a way with words and always seems to know the right thing to say.
Mellow :: He generally doesn’t have much issue with anything. He’s a very chill cat, unless you really start to push his buttons.
Progressive :: He takes the warrior code very loosely – while it’s generally stuck to, there are certain things he’s willing to take liberties with.
Unaggressive :: Bearstar is a pacifist in his own right and would rather settle things peacefully than worry about unsheathed claws and bloodshed.
Smug :: When Bearstar thinks he’s done something good, he tends to be quite smug about it. He’s definitely the type of cat to gloat about his achievements, even if it is jokingly.
Impatient :: He may not show it often, but he has very little patience for trivial matters and will often times be caught tapping his tail on the ground as he waits for something.
Lazy :: While he’s not always lazy, he definitely prefers being able to lay out in the sun instead of going to battle practice. It’s just part of being old.
Vague :: Bearstar is a firm believer of not revealing all your information immediately. He’s often very vague on the details about things when talking to cats he isn’t close to.
HISTORY
Bearstar is what most cats would consider to be the typical warrior. He was born and raised ThunderClan, long before the biting sickness ever even came to the clans. While he may not have known of time before the clans came to the lake, he’s known a long time of the lake itself, and seen the way the seasons change and the cats come and go.
When he was born, the kit was mostly pale grey and white – his markings not quite yet setting in. His mother, Rabbitleap, named him after the bears of legend – those with white fur and big claws, strong enough to fight any enemy. His father, Snowlion, was a strong and respected warrior among the clan, and was the perfect father that little Bearkit could have asked for. Bearkit’s litter included two other kits, a she-kit named Lizardkit, and a tomkit named Boarkit. Bearkit had a good relationship with his siblings, especially between himself and Lizardkit. Throughout the six moons of their kithood, it was hard to find Lizardkit without either of her brothers.
Once he became an apprentice, Bearpaw worked hard to prove himself to his mentor. The she-cat was one of the older, more respected warriors of the clan, a cat who was friends with his father. Snowlion was proud to see such a close friend mentor his son, and knew she’d be a good choice for the young tom.
Overall, Bearpaw’s apprenticeship was typical. He passed all his assessments and became a warrior on time – alongside his brother and sister, Boarstrike and Lizardpounce, earning the name Bearstone. He was named for his dependability, and the way he stood his ground for what he believed in.
Bearstone threw himself into his warriorhood. He wanted to prove himself to his leader and everyone else in the clan. He excelled in all ways possible, and proved to be an amazing mentor for the three apprentices he mentored across the course of his life. Upon being declared as deputy, he was already fifty moons old and had a mate and four kits – and then tragedy struck. His mate, during the birth of their second litter, died.
He didn’t take another mate for twenty moons after that. And when he did, he was already leader. The passing of Lightningstar was hard on the clan, but it was harder on Bearstone. He truly looked up to the old cat, and it was a sad day for him when he finally lost his last life.
When the sickness hit, Bearstar had lost his previous mate and was already thirty moons into his leadership. He’d taken a young she-cat as a mate, a cat named Lilysong. She was a tiny lilac she-cat and he had fallen hard for her – which made it all the worse when she volunteered to leave during the biting sickness. His medicine cat, a tom named Deerdancer, was a hard hit to the clan as well. Losing him meant Bearstar was mostly on his own, fearing naming a deputy until absolutely necessary.
The end of the sickness left him with three of his kits left and four of his grandkits. His oldest, a tom named Firetalon, was named for the Firestar of legend – in the hopes that it would help the sickly tom live. His sister, Chickadeefeather, was the strongest of the litter. She’d had one litter, with the kit being alive after the sickness, a she-cat named Brightfire. His youngest son was a cat named Lionpounce, named after his father and his sister. The rest of his kits and grandkits were exiled during the biting sickness, something he did with great reluctance.
Out of his grandchildren, only four survived the sickness. Brightfire from Chickadeefeather’s litter, Gulldive from one of Firetalon’s litters, and two apprentices, both apprenticed just after the march: Tigerpaw and Leopardpaw.
Weakened by the illness, Bearstar currently lives with only four of his lives left – not that his clan is aware of that. He wants to raise ThunderClan back up to the glory it was before, and bring his family along with it.
SEXUALITY
Demisexual. Reluctant to take another mate.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
It was a late afternoon. The sun was beating down hard into the center of the camp where Bearstar laid stretched out with one of his sons near him, the younger cat grooming his father’s head. The black and white cat was purring loud, the rumbles shaking his whole chest as he just enjoyed being in his son’s presence. Which of course is when one of the queens, one who’d recently given birth, just had to come up to him.
Bearstar straightened up, perking a brow at the she-cat. It wasn’t often that the she-cats came to speak to him these days, not after his last mate had left. He settled onto his haunches, waiting to hear what she would have to say.
“I.. have something to confess,” the she-cat mewed, glancing over to the side.
Bearstar’s tail tip flicked idly. If this was a gossip situation, he wasn’t in the mood – but he tipped his head for her to go on.
“My kits belong to a ShadowClan tom.” She ducked her head in shame.
“.. Do you intend for him to be present in their life?” Bearstar finally asked, shuffling his paws on the ground in front of him. He wasn’t angry, per se, just processing the situation as best he could.
“What—no! They’re my kits! But I just… I thought you ought to know.”
Bearstar gave a deep laugh, shaking his head. He stood up and walked the few pawsteps over to her, laying his chin on her shoulder briefly before giving the top of her head a reassuring lick. “So long as you don’t intend for him to be involved, I don’t see the problem. Thank you for coming and speaking to me, however. It means a lot to me.”
92 Moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Leader
APPEARANCE
A stocky black and white cat with distinct white markings on his face resembling a mustache. He has soft pink paw pads and a bicolor tongue. He has a scar running diagonally across his face, torn up ears, and a small scar next to his left eye.
PERSONALITY
Cheerful :: Overall, Bearstar has a very cheerful personality. He’s quick to make dorky jokes around his clanmates to pick up a cat’s mood if he thinks they’re feeling down.
Debonair :: He takes very good care of his coat. Bearstar is quite dashing, and a very charming old man. It’s all in the mustache, honestly.
Regal :: Due to both his dashing personality and his confidence, he gives off an air of regality that just isn’t quite seen in all cats.
Eloquent :: Bearstar picks his words carefully, always careful of what he’s saying. He tends to have a way with words and always seems to know the right thing to say.
Mellow :: He generally doesn’t have much issue with anything. He’s a very chill cat, unless you really start to push his buttons.
Progressive :: He takes the warrior code very loosely – while it’s generally stuck to, there are certain things he’s willing to take liberties with.
Unaggressive :: Bearstar is a pacifist in his own right and would rather settle things peacefully than worry about unsheathed claws and bloodshed.
Smug :: When Bearstar thinks he’s done something good, he tends to be quite smug about it. He’s definitely the type of cat to gloat about his achievements, even if it is jokingly.
Impatient :: He may not show it often, but he has very little patience for trivial matters and will often times be caught tapping his tail on the ground as he waits for something.
Lazy :: While he’s not always lazy, he definitely prefers being able to lay out in the sun instead of going to battle practice. It’s just part of being old.
Vague :: Bearstar is a firm believer of not revealing all your information immediately. He’s often very vague on the details about things when talking to cats he isn’t close to.
HISTORY
Bearstar is what most cats would consider to be the typical warrior. He was born and raised ThunderClan, long before the biting sickness ever even came to the clans. While he may not have known of time before the clans came to the lake, he’s known a long time of the lake itself, and seen the way the seasons change and the cats come and go.
When he was born, the kit was mostly pale grey and white – his markings not quite yet setting in. His mother, Rabbitleap, named him after the bears of legend – those with white fur and big claws, strong enough to fight any enemy. His father, Snowlion, was a strong and respected warrior among the clan, and was the perfect father that little Bearkit could have asked for. Bearkit’s litter included two other kits, a she-kit named Lizardkit, and a tomkit named Boarkit. Bearkit had a good relationship with his siblings, especially between himself and Lizardkit. Throughout the six moons of their kithood, it was hard to find Lizardkit without either of her brothers.
Once he became an apprentice, Bearpaw worked hard to prove himself to his mentor. The she-cat was one of the older, more respected warriors of the clan, a cat who was friends with his father. Snowlion was proud to see such a close friend mentor his son, and knew she’d be a good choice for the young tom.
Overall, Bearpaw’s apprenticeship was typical. He passed all his assessments and became a warrior on time – alongside his brother and sister, Boarstrike and Lizardpounce, earning the name Bearstone. He was named for his dependability, and the way he stood his ground for what he believed in.
Bearstone threw himself into his warriorhood. He wanted to prove himself to his leader and everyone else in the clan. He excelled in all ways possible, and proved to be an amazing mentor for the three apprentices he mentored across the course of his life. Upon being declared as deputy, he was already fifty moons old and had a mate and four kits – and then tragedy struck. His mate, during the birth of their second litter, died.
He didn’t take another mate for twenty moons after that. And when he did, he was already leader. The passing of Lightningstar was hard on the clan, but it was harder on Bearstone. He truly looked up to the old cat, and it was a sad day for him when he finally lost his last life.
When the sickness hit, Bearstar had lost his previous mate and was already thirty moons into his leadership. He’d taken a young she-cat as a mate, a cat named Lilysong. She was a tiny lilac she-cat and he had fallen hard for her – which made it all the worse when she volunteered to leave during the biting sickness. His medicine cat, a tom named Deerdancer, was a hard hit to the clan as well. Losing him meant Bearstar was mostly on his own, fearing naming a deputy until absolutely necessary.
The end of the sickness left him with three of his kits left and four of his grandkits. His oldest, a tom named Firetalon, was named for the Firestar of legend – in the hopes that it would help the sickly tom live. His sister, Chickadeefeather, was the strongest of the litter. She’d had one litter, with the kit being alive after the sickness, a she-cat named Brightfire. His youngest son was a cat named Lionpounce, named after his father and his sister. The rest of his kits and grandkits were exiled during the biting sickness, something he did with great reluctance.
Out of his grandchildren, only four survived the sickness. Brightfire from Chickadeefeather’s litter, Gulldive from one of Firetalon’s litters, and two apprentices, both apprenticed just after the march: Tigerpaw and Leopardpaw.
Weakened by the illness, Bearstar currently lives with only four of his lives left – not that his clan is aware of that. He wants to raise ThunderClan back up to the glory it was before, and bring his family along with it.
SEXUALITY
Demisexual. Reluctant to take another mate.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
It was a late afternoon. The sun was beating down hard into the center of the camp where Bearstar laid stretched out with one of his sons near him, the younger cat grooming his father’s head. The black and white cat was purring loud, the rumbles shaking his whole chest as he just enjoyed being in his son’s presence. Which of course is when one of the queens, one who’d recently given birth, just had to come up to him.
Bearstar straightened up, perking a brow at the she-cat. It wasn’t often that the she-cats came to speak to him these days, not after his last mate had left. He settled onto his haunches, waiting to hear what she would have to say.
“I.. have something to confess,” the she-cat mewed, glancing over to the side.
Bearstar’s tail tip flicked idly. If this was a gossip situation, he wasn’t in the mood – but he tipped his head for her to go on.
“My kits belong to a ShadowClan tom.” She ducked her head in shame.
“.. Do you intend for him to be present in their life?” Bearstar finally asked, shuffling his paws on the ground in front of him. He wasn’t angry, per se, just processing the situation as best he could.
“What—no! They’re my kits! But I just… I thought you ought to know.”
Bearstar gave a deep laugh, shaking his head. He stood up and walked the few pawsteps over to her, laying his chin on her shoulder briefly before giving the top of her head a reassuring lick. “So long as you don’t intend for him to be involved, I don’t see the problem. Thank you for coming and speaking to me, however. It means a lot to me.”
