Post by Longstar on Dec 14, 2012 11:34:19 GMT -6
Name:
Age:
thirty-eight moons
Personality:
--- Down to earth. A phrase well known to this leader. Longstar seems to work it into all aspects of his life. Calm, serene, level-headed. Getting down to his heart, this tom is built off of these words. It's the peace revolution all over again with this tom at the head of it. He puts himself in front of the battle in order to stop it. He does believe in the loosely based aspect of "make love not war" though he's not a hippie human from that era. He simply believes in talk it out, listen to what others have to say...because sometimes you won't hear them again.
Laughter. Patience. It's a natural born talent to keep others happy and not blow up. Whether it be a kit trying to relay a story that a tall tale, or an apprentice trying to learn and just not quite understanding it...Longstar knows how to keep his cool and help them along. He'll do anything to keep those around him happy even if it means letting his own happiness slip a little. It's him before others and for that, many rely on him like they should be able to. However bottling it all up inside him isn't healthy and he would truly know.
Bottling it up inside, and shaving off his own time to understand himself really can get to him. And sometimes he tries to decipher himself as well as he seems to decipher and uncover the stories behind others. Longstar is quite the analytical cat and takes in all he observes. But being well acquainted with others doesn't mean he understands himself. He falls short in the department of keeping himself happy and perhaps that's the way he will stay. He does seem to require another to lean on. Since he can't fall back on himself he does like to fall back on others and have somebody to lean upon.
Longstar finds himself lonely, and for this finds himself in the situation of being a hopeless romantic. He's one to fall easily as most she-cats do. However this tom requires a strong willed she-cat who can act as his other half to help him through his times. Often times he doesn't seem to have many friends though he always seems to help others.
His make peace effort gives him the charismatic charm to speak to others and get his point across. Like any good politician he's not afraid to put himself in the spotlight to help others out. However he can be quite silent in times of stress and may hide things from others every now and then. Just because he prefers talking to fighting doesn't mean he won't take the claws out of their sheaths. When fighting comes down to the only option, some part of him is found that most won't see often. The lion that often remains chained down and starved is released. The weak he takes no pity on, and the strong he only hits them twice as hard.
His courage and trustworthiness is not questioned. The bronze that many toms hold proud, and the ego filled glass that often overflows seems to be lacking within him however. He's not one to boast and when he does it's rather over something that another achieved rather then attracting attention to himself. Pulling attention to him means that others can get a chance to peer into his soul and seek not only achievements but flaws as well. He likes to keep conversation loose and focus on something other than how he himself is doing. This tom fears himself more than anything. Not knowing and constantly questioning is something he doesn't know how to deal with.
Physical Description:
--- Holding himself in a proud manner, this cat almost always keep his head held high. His body carries a confident movement and within his wise amber pools lies knowledge. While his wisdom comes with age he still looks like a young warrior and perhaps he is on the inside. Graced with a normal height he would easily blend in the crowd. However his elongated body gives him away.
His pelt would allow him to slide into the crowd should he be seen from an aerial view. Yet not many ginger cats have the swirls that are seen on his pelt. Beneath the ginger layers lies a very light almost white colors. This color is very rarely seen in his coat except on his right side where out from under his belly, the fur is a little longer and curls out against his hind leg. A slightly darker cream color takes over the white and all in all seems to be the main color. Though this color falls short of the eye catcher when most look at him.
Atop the creamy base there's a light ginger that composes the stripes covering his front half. Very few dark ginger stripes are seen on his front appendages and face. The light ginger stripes are characterized like zebra stripes as they're of no set width and no set pattern. They zig and zag with each other to form the pattern. On his front legs though, two distinctly darker stripes crest his right front leg, one goes at an angle to his chest and another straight across right where a knee should be. These jagged lines continue down his front legs until his pink fleshy paws are reached.
Where his shoulders end and his back begins, the light ginger stripes end and turn into swirls. Dark ginger coats this part of his body like a worn out blanket. The swirls are not large in number but seem to be like an abstract painting. His coat is artwork in itself and seems to captivate many whom look at him from a side view. The swirls seem to become more intense as the reach the end of his body. The swirls become larger and more prominent as they reach his tail. His tail is unlike the rest of his body as it's segmented in even coon stripes of opposite ginger colors.
His head holds two ears of fiery amber. They can always be relied on to tell the story of his real emotions. His eyes however almost always hold a fierceness to them. Like most cats he has dark black running in a circle on the outside of his eyes.
Family:
Rosefur - mother - dead
Acornmoon- father - gone
Troutpaw - brother - gone
Ivorycloud - sister - alive
Splashmist - sister - alive
Short History:
Kit
--- Rosefur, a young warrior was barely making her way into the ways of a warrior. However it wasn't long before she fell for one of the toms from another clan. His name was Acornmoon and she couldn't help but seek him out at the gatherings when they came around. The two met secretly, destiny seemed to intertwine their hearts until they could no longer hold off the love any longer. Acornmoon was part of Dimclan, and as times between the clans were harsh...the four clans merged to two. Lucky enough for Rosefur and Acornmoon Celestial and Tempest became one. In the midst of the battle, Rosefur was soon found to be carrying kits. As time passed her belly grew and soon enough the clans were forced to split. Acornmoon found himself moving to Streakclan despite being called a traitor by his old clanmates. Many friendships and family ties were broken and this was one of them.
Both members of a now new Streakclan, Rosefur continued to grow and Acornmoon continued on his new life. As the night that Rosefur had her kits approached, the three kits of the litter were named for the sky. Longkit was a brother to Troutkit, Splashkit, and Ivorykit. As their personalities developed, the relationship between their mother and father seemed to grow distant. The tom's Dimclan heart was still full of hate and anger when it wasn't being masked by the kindness of Streakclan cats. As apprenticeship approached, a storm was brewing.
Apprentice
The night Longkit became Longpaw, was the night of his mother's death. Angry with how the love was turning sour, Acornmoon had killed her and fled to the boundaries of Dimclan in hopes to become one of his own. The now Troutpaw went missing soon after, her scent following that of her father. A patrol was sent to investigate. They came back with news that shattered the already broken night. Troutpaw's scent disappeared at the river, and Acornmoon was nowhere to be found. Dimclan hadn't seen him. Longpaw and Ivorypaw now lived without their mother, sister, or father. Longpaw turned to his mentor for a stress relief. His mentor Kestrelsong became his crutch and the only thing he could lean on.
She took the two in almost as her own kits. But Longpaw grew to love her. As he aged the feelings only grew stronger and the young tom was disappointed to find that she could not love him the way he loved her. She was his mentor and had refused to think that was the right thing to do. With a broken heart, the devastated apprentice was set on the track to get his apprenticeship over with and be away from her as soon as possible.
The apprenticeship over, he found himself once again standing alongside his sister, hoping that a disaster would not come from this ceremony. Longpaw became Longstride, his long sleek body catering to his name.
Warrior
As he moved from the dark thoughts of his younger age he couldn't help but frequently visit his memories. Kestrelsong still caught his eye, though she always seemed to disappear when he needed her most. The tom grew and was given his first apprentice at 24 moons. In shock he made sure to take his time and help his apprentice Graypaw become something more then he was. He quickly became the friend of his apprentice and while he pushed the young tom, Longstride never found himself taking out his stress and anger on his apprentice. His patience was known and as Graypaw grew into a fine tom and was soon known as Graystone.
Longstride's list of trusted cats was short, his siblings Ivorycloud, Splashmist and Graystone seemed to be the only three. Kestrelsong remained always just out of his reach. As Longstride reached 38 moons, the deputy was killed and he was given the position. He served the clan well until Coyotestar disappeared. Longstride stepped into the position with hesitation and some doubts. He was quick to push them aside, as a clan was only as strong as their leader.
Goal(s) In Life:
Keep a strong clan, provide for the strong and sort out the weak...make the weak stronger.
Have a family, kits, and a strong positive mate.
Keep friends close, keep enemies closer.
Start a battle, win it.