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Post by ROBIN ; on Nov 30, 2008 11:30:25 GMT -8
Name: Slatestar (Previously Slatestripe)
Age: 34 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Position: Leader
Appearance:
Imagine an adult cat. You squint slightly, scrutinizing the feline. His pelt is a light silvery-grey, mingled with darker mackeral tabby stripes, twisting down his pelt. The traditional tabby 'M' on his forehead, above two blue grey eyes. His whole pelt has a blue-ish tint, and he has a lighter area around his chest, muzzle and paws. The tom's figure is quite tall, but not incredibly. His fur is thick; yet not long. His nose is a salmon pink, outlined with ebony black. This cat is very muscled, and powerful-looking. His most attractive feature would most likely be his eyes, as they glitter slightly when they catch the sunlight. As he shifts uncomfortably you can see his small white claws slip out. The tip of his long thin tail is twitching slightly. He's not all that bad looking. Now, picture the leader's eyes once more, large and round, staring at you intently.
This is Slatestar.
Personality:
Slatestar was never the most adored cat in the clan. In fact, he was far from it. His personality wasn't exactly desireable whilst he was a kitten. He was never all that playful, he was never as lively as the others. The kitten's attitude towards his denmates wasn't all that good. He looked up to them the majority of the time, willing to care for them all no matter what. He never wanted to play-fight, or battle. They critized him, called him weak. Yet he knew better than to take the insults to heart. Slatestar is usually quite calm and incredibly caring around other cats, he tries to be as understanding as possible. He is the kind of cat that would never snap, and would always be willing to forgive if any other cat did. He loves to talk and converse with his clanmates, but is sometimes way too serious.
Slatestar is the kind of cat that is likely to give up his own last life for the life of a half-dead, ancient, 72 moon old elder. He doesn't think much of himself and is sometimes, but not often, very sensitive. At times he lacks confidence, but he always persists with his duties, no matter how much grief he is struggling with. This tabby kitten has quite a bad attitude towards dogs, because of problems with them when he was younger. If he ever saw one though, he might just freak out and dart for the nearest cover. Slatepaw isn't a very brave cat, and although his main skill is fighting, he hates doing it and would rather die than kill a cat. Because he has never encountered them, Slatestar's attitude towards humans is somewhat neutral. His first instinct would be to flee, but if he was backed up by companions then he might be able to investigate.
Despite the fact that he mastered a great hunter's crouch from an early age, Slatestar has trouble aiming when pouncing, and usually isn't quick enough to swipe out a paw to claim the life of a mouse or vole. His fishing skills are slightly better, but sometimes his mind works slowly and it took him a few moons to learn how to perfectly time his actions. Although Slatestar sure can fight, his best aspect would probably be his intellegence. He is incredibly thoughtful, and can usually make quick decisions. When he was made leader, he promised himself that he'd rule his clan very compassionately and fairly. But in reality he'd try to avoid all battles unless it was absolutely necessary - which isn't always a good thing. Slatestar never really had too many friends when he was younger because he wasn't energetic, but when he aged the cats he knew lost their kittenish hyper-ness, and were more willing to befriend him.
This thick-furred silver cat would adore a mate, and that would probably be his life's dream. Inwardly, he would also love to become a father, but he doesn't believe that would be possible because of his lack of self confidence. What she cat would like him that much? A very gentle and caring cat, Slatestar is likely to go far in life.
RP Example: (This is when he was an apprentice)
The forest was almost completely black. The sun had set, leaving no traces of the fiery light of day behind. The subtle glow of the ivory white moon lit the river very slightly, illuminating the water as it crashed against the rocks. A small, fluffy silhoette was sitting on a nearby boulder. The cat's head was bent backwards, studying Silverpelt. He wasn't a medicine cat, but the feline found the sheet of glittering stars incredibly comforting. A blanket of thick, dull grey clouds were creeping over the cresent moon, and Slatepaw blinked slowly. He breathed in the soft, sweet scents of his territory, and felt completely peaceful. The slim figure remained there for another several hundred heartbeats before there was a rustle in a bush to his right. His ears, like two silver soldiers, leapt into action. They twirled around, followed by the rest of his lithe body. His blue-grey eyes were shiny and bright compared to the dark scene, and they lit up his gaze as a cat emerged.
It was a semi-longhair tom, his pelt as black as the night around him. His eyes were a blazing amber, burning into Slatepaw with a brilliant light of defiance. The only reason Slatepaw could tell that he was only an illusion was the way the light of the moon was cast on his pelt, leaving a long shadow behind him. For a moment, the apprentice's paws were pinned to the ground, the fur on his spine stood on end. The amber eyes softened suddenly, and the eerie silence was broken by a short, deep chuckle. "Scared you, did I?" There was a slight hint of humor in the senior warrior's dark voice.
"Ospreyheart!" Slatepaw's cry was sudden and high pitched. "What are you doing out so late?"
"I could say the same to you," Ospreyheart meowed, but he was smiling softly. "Go on, back to camp now. You'll be exhausted tomorrow, and I don't want your mentor coming after me for not keeping an eye on you!"
Slatepaw leapt swiftly off the rough rock, and padded down to brush his silver pelt against his father's. "Thanks," he murmured. "I guess I just lost track of the time." The powerful black tom flexed his muscles, and dashed a fox-legnth away.
"Come on then, I bet I can beat you there!" His deep meow was followed by a giggle.
"Seriously, Dad. That it so kittenish!" The silver apprentice exclaimed, yet he ran off with Ospreyheart at his side.
Just another average day in the life of Slatepaw.
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Post by |S|pot on Nov 30, 2008 12:28:21 GMT -8
Accepted. I know you, Robin, and I know that your bio would be good anyways 
Just so you know, there is no Riverclan leader at the moment, so you might not be able to roleplay him for a little while, as there's no one to give you a mentor and such. You can always be the leader/deputy if you want to be.
PS- Ospreyheart! XD
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