Post by ryuzaki on Mar 22, 2012 1:04:04 GMT -5
Miststar , Tom Leader of Skyclan
"I must think on this."
PERSONALITY: Because of his sketchy origins, Miststar was often shunned or just flat-out ignored by the others in his clan. As a result, he has become accustomed to being alone. He's become a cat of few words, and rarely speaks. When he does choose to speak, though, his words should definitely be headed because he always puts a lot of thought into what he says and almost never speaks without good reason. He can often come across as being aloof or even arrogant during conversations, but he's actually just choosing each word carefully to ensure that he conveys his meaning exactly as he intends. His name has taken on another layer of meaning because his thoughts and motives are often unclear. He's a difficult cat to read which makes him a bit intimidating.
Miststar is somewhat bitter and resentful of the way he has been treated by his clan mates, and can sometimes be a passive aggressive and a bit spiteful to those that rub him the wrong way. Still, he tries to put his personal issues aside to avoid dishonoring the memory of his late father figure, Rockstar. He takes his job as clan leader very seriously, and tries to put the good of the clan above all else. Deep down, he hopes that one day he'll be able to earn the respect of his clan.
Appearance: Miststar is a gray and white, long-haired Manx cat. He was born with a short, fluffy bobbed tail. He has greenish-golden eyes and long, white tufts of fur that grow out of his ears. He has a stocky build with long, powerful hind legs that make him somewhat resemble a rabbit. The majority of his coat is a smokey grey, but his paws and belly are white. He also has a few white markings on his face. His chest is also a fluffy tuft of white fur.
REASON FOR NAME: Rockstar replaced the ridiculous name that the two-legs gave Miststar with a "proper cat's name." From that point on, he was known as Mistkit because his origins and past seemed as elusive and mysterious to Rockstar as the mist-covered lands below the cliffs.
FAMILY: Miststar has no memory of a family before he was found by Rockstar. He looked to Rockstar as a father.
HISTORY: Miststar's earliest memories are being a group of two-legs' kittypet. He has no idea how he ended up with the two-legs or whatever became of his biological family. He realizes now, how demoralizing his kithood was, but at the time, he didn't know any better. It was the only life he had ever know, and all-in-all, it didn't seem to be a bad life. That is, until he was betrayed by the two-legs that he had come to trust.
One day, one of the two-legs scooped him up, and carried him into the belly of a great beast. The beast made a strange growling and began to run faster than Miststar could comprehend. He was terrified, but the two-legs had never let anything terribly bad happen to him, so he clung to it for safety.
When the beast had taken him and the two-leg a great distance, the two leg threw him from the belly of the beast, and the beast and the two leg disappeared in a blur. The last thing Miststar remembered before blacking out was a crash, and then immense pain, and the trees and sky spinning into one, and then the darkness.
Miststar awoke to a large russet-colored cat standing over him. This was the first time he saw Rockstar, the cat that would take him in and raise him. Then the large cat spoke, a kind voice, but one full of power and authority. "Be still, young one. You are safe now." And then all was dark again.
Miststar had been rescued by the leader of the Skyclan. He was happened upon during the great move to the new lands. There was much discussion on the strange kit's fate. Many wanted him left to fend for himself because of the strong stench of the two-legs that was upon him, and many of the medicine cats warned that this strange kit was a bad omen. They warned that taking him in could bring about trouble, but Rockstar was moved with compassion for the innocent kit. Against the advice of the others, Rockstar decided to take the kit in and raise him as his own.
Rockstar's mate had been killed during the two-leg invasion that had driven the clans from their former homes. Perhaps it was his unwillingness to let the actions of the two-legs claim the life of another cat, or perhaps he just saw this kit as the kit that he could never have now. Whatever the reason, Rockstar helped nurse this kit back to health and took on the role of his father.
Miststar remembered the journey in agonizing bits and pieces of consciousness. His body was battered and broken, but over time the medicine cats revived him. Little by little he regained his strength.
A while after arriving in the new lands, he was recovered enough to begin training. When no cat proved to be willing to mentor him because of his background and connection to the two-legs, Rockstar decided to train him personally. The newly name Mistkit transitioned well into his new role as Mistpaw, and began advancing quickly in his studies and training.
Mistpaw wasn't the fastest or strongest cat, but he was clever and determined to work hard to gain the approval of his new clan, and more importantly, his new father. He worked tirelessly to hone his skills and perfect his techniques, and when he wasn't training, he was trying to come up with clever new ways of his own to hunt and fight.
Upon completing his training, Mistpaw became Mistclaw. Shortly after, Rockstar fell ill and promoted Mistclaw to Deputy despite the fact that he had not yet trained an apprentice of his own. This caused a major uproar in the clan, but before any further debate on the subject could take place, Rockstar took a turn for the worst and died unexpectedly.
In the end, Mistclaw was reluctantly elevated to Miststar despite a bit of opposition. He didn't particularly want to be leader, especially not under these circumstances, but he couldn't turn it down. Not after his father had asked him to carry on in his place. Even still there are those in the clan that disapprove of their new leader. He's up against a lot of opposition, but he's determined to better his clan and live up to his father's memory.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE: I sat solemnly by my father's bedside. It pained me to see him in such a state. He had always seemed so strong, so invincible. Now he lay before me a frail shadow of his former self. He coughed hoarsely, and my heart sank a bit more. "Medicine Cat, is there nothing else that can be done?" I ask. My voice sounds hollow. "No. I'm sorry. We've done all we can. All we can do now is give him herbs to ease his passing." I turned to leave. I couldn't bear to watch him suffer any longer, but he stirred from his fitful sleep and asked me to stay. "I'm here, father." He looked at me with weary eyes. "Mistclaw" he said, "My time is short. I'm on my last life, and I will soon depart to join the Starclan." he coughed again. I sat unable to speak. "I want you to lead in my place." he continued. "You are brave and you are strong, but more importantly you are clever and you are resourceful. You must guide and protect this clan." I feel overwhelmed by what he tells me. "But father, I'm not fit to lead. And the clan... They hate me. They would never follow me." My father sighs. " Mistclaw you are clever, but you still have much to learn. The best leaders are often not the ones who are most liked. Do not do what you think the clan wants. You must do what you feel the clan needs. These are difficult times and these are strange lands. The clan needs a leader that is willing to try something new instead of always clinging blindly to the old ways. You must do this for me. You must make sure that the clan survives and prospers... Promise me!" "I promise." And with that, he closed his eyes and breathed his last breath. I walked past the medicine cat and it's apprentice in a daze, hardly aware of their sympathies. I left the cave and silently climbed to the highest point of the cliffs. I turned and stared across the clan as they settled in for the night. These cats were my responsibility now. I turned to face the stars. Tomorrow, I would face the angry and confused faces of a clan that would rather throw me to wolves than follow me, but I don't think of that now. For now, I simply lose myself in the night. And as I stare at the stars, I can't help but wonder if my father is watching over me from Starclan, waiting to see what I'll do next.
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