BATSTAR | shadeclan

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BATSTAR

Name: [batkit, batpaw, batearsBATSTAR. bat.]
Age: [THIRTY-THREE]
Birthday: [SEPTEMBER. SECOND.]
Ranking: [LEADER]

General Information

Physical Description:
FUR ;; smokey grey
EYES ;; faded yellow
ONE LINE ;; slim smokey grey tom with faded yellow eyes and large bat-like ears.
OVERALL ;;
Have you ever meet a cat who's body is so slim that you would guess it was starving? Have you meet a cat with scratches and claw marks that leads one to believe it's seen more battles in it's sort life-time then in yours? Meet Batstar. So I guess we should start somewhere - how about where he got his name. Much like bats - who have overly large ears - Batstar was name for this overly large part of his body. Not only that, but like most bats, his fur matches there smokey grey appearance. Along with his name he tends to like to hang around in dark places - not that he has a choice - and he tends to always have love for heights. So let's get on to his pelt. The texture, and all that snazzy-stuff. Batstar has unruly fur. It's smooth as silk in some places and then in others it's tangled and ragged. He sheds and sadly it leaves some of his pelt looking rather untidy and dirty looking. Now onto his eyes. Shinning ever so bright and yet after the battle they dulled to a boring faded yellow. Life-less as the body of his mentor. Not only that but one has a long deep scratch over it - while still use-able, keeps him from seeing far away in his left eye. He likes to keep this little problem a secret.

Personality Description:
honest & liar ;; while he can lie like the best of them - he is completely honest and an open book. He'll spill the truth to his clan first and fore-most. he'll speak the horrors, the honest cruel truth of an illness pledging the forest - to even the terrible news that they might have to fight. But he lies as well. Everyone can be honest as the day they were born - but sometimes, they just lie to protect. He is no different. He lies to protect his clan, his brother and himself. Sometimes - he believes - it's better to lie then tell the truth.

loyal & brave ;; each leader has these traits - the bravery to lead their clan into a worthy battle and the loyally to stick with the clan until their dying breath. These traits are what keep a clan in motion - what keeps them stable and happy. However, sometimes a find line between loyally and bravery becomes blurred and while it should not be blurred -it has happened more or less to Batstar here. He'll defends not only his clan, but those who are injustice accused.

cold & warm ;; while these two are opposites, he feels both. it's towards the younger generation that the clan can see a honest-to-starclan warm leader. You see, he quite loves kits, and takes a pleasure in playing games with them when they try to sneak out of the nursery in the morning before others woke up. He even lets them visit his den - if they don't mess up his bedding. However, the cat most of the forest sees is a cold cat. He brushes off threats, plays threats and yet stays away from other cat's business - unless they are accused wrongly. But other then that, he seems rather cold and distant.

fierce & brutal ;; now the inner warrior can be shown. While he has mellowed out since the battle that nearly took his eyesight - he is still the fierce and brutal tom cat. He fights with strength and powerful blows rather then thinking for cunning ways to attack the other. He doesn't like to get his paws off the ground - unless he's climbing - however, when he does leap, he puts all the weight into his and this is why he's brutal. He is fierce and wickedly dangerous in battle despite his handicap.

romantic & temperamental ;; romantic? Quite laughable actually. But he does have quite the romantic side and while it's beautiful and a wonderful charm - he's got the rest of his personality to get through to just get here. He sees romance as a flaw and a weakness - and yet, when he falls he becomes worst then a mother. He worries - and he can be found day dreaming. However when there is something so sweet and innocent in him - there is also the bad. On some days, he's temper flares and even kits can't escapes it. He becomes the worst cat in the world and you just want to rip his head off.

Likes:

• Honesty
  
• Crows
  
• Silence
  

Dislikes:

• Death
  
• Weakness
  
• Annoying Cats
  

Family&Friends:
smokestep hello my name is smokestep. i am the mother of batstar and aspenpaw, and the mate of blackears. of course I am now dead - I died from green cough not long after aspenpaw was apprenticed. i left behind my two wonderful sons. i was a shadeclan warrior.

blackears hello my name is blackears. i don't have time to talk, but i have two sons called batstar and aspenpaw. I died a moon before the birth of my youngest son - so i do hope that batstar has been watching over his brother - less he want a talking to. i was a shadeclan warrior and i shall always be one.

aspenpaw he-hello my name is as-aspenpaw! i'm a-an apprentice of s-s-shadeclan. my brother is batstar and we-well, i'm very h-h-appy for him!

birchtail my name is birchtail and i was batstar's mentor. i rather not talk about my death. but i am quite happy at where my apprentice has gone to - and proudly say i will watch over him, like he was my own son.

snakepaw my name is snakepaw! i'm that beautiful, sneaky and sly girl who loves to play. i was - and hopefully will always be batstar's best friend.

History:
blackears & smokestep
love comes in all different shapes, sizes, sex, and ages. However the only thing that makes this relationship different is the age. Smokestep was twenty-nine moons younger then Blackears and his apprentice to boot. These two were best friends, and when it was announced kits were on the way, it was congratulated. They were a unlikely pair - but a lovey balanced pair. Smokestep was the brutal strength and temper of the two. She had the anger and yet the mothering skills. Blackears was the cold and distant one, who loved his kits and yet tried to appear as the big bad guy. They had two litters of only one kit - Batstar from the first litter and Aspenpaw from the second. Today, we will be talking about Batstar.

batkit

"mom! look!" he leap at his father making the older tom stumble at the full weight of the plump kitten launched at him. Batkit's beaming grin had changed to a rather serious face as he launched himself again and again, sometimes being swatted away. however as he yowled loudly he leap and he and his father tumbled slightly. although smokestep would claim she had tripped the older tom.

Life as an only kit can be both lonely and great. You get your parents undying love and attention. Batkit looked up to his father, padding after him almost every day and trying to keep his head high like his father. He even tried to keep that rather 'aloof' personality as he trotted around the camp. One cold say they had a little Blackears in the making - until they saw the fierce little kitten bat and fight against his father's playful paws. Even his father's mixture of personality with that of his mothers made him a dangerous little kitten from the start. Like many kittens he was curious about the forest as is every kit. He wanted to explore and explore he did - well, the boundaries around the camp at least - and with his father and mother with him always. It was always enjoyable and he will always remember those memories with a fond smile.


batpaw

batkit blinked open wide and bright yellow eyes as he remembered the day. "mom! wake up! i'm going to be an apprentice today!" Batkit's ears began to lay flat on his head as he mother mumbled something about cat's who woke her up once. The leader's yowl came out and Batkit began stumbling to his feet, ready to jump at the chance to become an apprentice. He heard the grumble from his mother and soon the two exit. "Yay!" He meowed loudly, tumbling over his own four excited paws.

After many moons (seriously it felt like twenty-nine moons!) he became an apprentice. However the dream of having his own father train him was killed when he was given to a older male called Birchtail. Birchtail and Blackears were something like friends - but Birchtail was younger and yet, still wise and controlling. He liked things his way and that didn't sit well with Batpaw. It was still at that tender age of where a kit is merging into a warrior that Batpaw did his rebel. He fought tooth and claw to be who he wanted to be. Less that mean less accurate attacks or sloppy hunting skills. However he proved his worth. He was in his third moon of training with a lovely little she-cat named Snakepaw when the two decided to do something grand for the clan. The sneak out at night and hunted for the best part of the it. However when they tumbled in that morning with a jaw-ful of fur - Batpaw took the blame for dragging her out and was punished to the elder's den.

He took the blame a lot as an apprentice when he was with Snakepaw. The two would get into constant trouble - and while Batpaw visited the elder's den, Snakepaw would sneak the tom extra food. The two were a team of destruction. It was near the end of there training - Birchtail having given his apprentice all he could teach him - that Snakepaw fell victim to greencough and passed away. While sick with greencough as well Batpaw tried everything he could to save his friend - give her his herbs, to even giving her the prey he was supposed to eat. Sadly, a moon after Snakepaw's death, and a moon of intense - angry and cold training on Batpaw's behalf, he was ready to become a warrior. Well his mentor believed he was ready - Batpaw wanted to remain Batpaw forever.

batears

"I am a warrior today because of my friend, Snakepaw and my mentor Birchtail and my parents Blackears and Smokestep. No one else got me here. I am only accepting because of them." Batpaw meowed. Blinking and lifting his head, eyes cold and yet they held a fondness of each cat mentioned. "I mean - I do." He added with a smile.

Batpaw soon became Batears - with a bit of a sarcastic twist. However his first moon of training confused him - befuddled him, and even made him a little wary. But he got over it in no time, but he tended to spend time with his former mentor and even his father and mother more then all the other cats in the clan. He was a brilliant warrior - strong and independent. It was at fifteen moons that a terrible thing happened to him. It was during a small battle between borders that he was scratched deeply across the eye. He didn't back down - but was forced to return to camp after a few more bites and scratches upon each other. He was in the Medicine Cat's den for a moon before he exited. It was another two moons before he proved his worth again as a warrior. It wasn't long after that, that he got an apprentice. A lovely wonderful tom cat who just made his day so bright and wonderful. Sandpaw was an annoying apprentice and always poked fun at his mentor - and Batears HATED him. The passion of hate between the two males could be seen in other clans - and it showed when they 'practiced battling.'

However those six moons of training brought Batears to a nice lovely age of twenty-four moons. Sandpaw became Sandclaw and was a nasty little warrior who openly fought with Batears. However Batears refused to fight back and a few moons later he became Deputy. Under the guide of his leader Batears learned to fully ignore his former apprentice and his love for his position grew. It was his first moon of being Deputy that his mother announced she was expecting again. Batears was over joyed with excitement and he and his father would talk. They would lie under the stars and talk about all the different things that would come with having younger siblings/ more children. However his father never got to see it. His father died from an infected scratched not to long after wards. Batears - while terrible wounded by the lost - struggled to help hold the clan together as their leader hung to is last life - and his mother who was moaning.

It was a moon later his little brother was born and the first sweep of greencough sweep through the clan. Claiming the leader's last life and he refused to leave the camp as it was. He waited until he first wave was safely secure - a whole moon after the death of his leader and yet he still refused. His mother had fallen ill and he did not want to leave her. Aspenkit - his little brother was sick as well, and he feared if he left - they would die. But his mentor seemed to take there place. Dying peacefully in his sleep as a grumpy elder. He was forced to head to (the place you get your nine lives) by the medicine cat. It was then that he found out some startling news as he sat there in the cavern with his nose touched to the stone in deep slumber. His mother had joined the ranks a few moments before he had laid his head down to visit.

Nine lives were quick and easy. The came and then as he was about to return to the waking world - his mother and father asked him to watch over his brother. His mentor proclaimed his fatherly love for his apprentice and his best friend Snakepaw rubbed her starry pelt against his. It was the perfect reunion and the small group of cats were torn as the waking world came back. Batstar returned to the clan with a heavy heart and the clan on his shoulders. His brother was raised by a fellow queen, and would often be found in Batstar's den because of that. Batstar told stories of their parents and soon, Batstar had to give his brother his apprentice name. It was emotional - that was seen in his eyes - but Batstar refused to give his brother a terrible mentor.

And it seemed, that after the lost of nearly his whole family - Batstar's love and passion turned towards his clan and now at the healthy age of Thirty-Three moons, he's going strong.

Roleplay Sample

(sample of Batstar from another site :3)
Like many other cats in the forest, each had there jobs. Those who hunted, those who fought, those who healed and those who bared kits to bring in a new generation of warriors. However the slim smokey grey tom with the faded yellow eyes was none of those an yet all. He was one who lead the next generation and gave a way to let them be who they thought would be. He healed the wounds of worry and of doubt when a battle was lost. He was one who fought and hunted and more if he could. But unlike all those, he was handicapped. He had lost nearly all the sight in one eye from a battle ages ago. A battle that had nearly ended his career less he find a new way to work around it. This strange character you may ask? Batstar, a strong willed, cold and yet loving leader of Shadowclan.

Breath slow and quiet the male crouched, ready to strike it's prey and add another to the collection. The crow was peeking at the ground near the Thunderpath. A strange path - but much like Batstar, named for something featured upon it. The Thunderpath made a thunder-like noise when a monster (those shiny creatures who squashed cats for fun!) crossed them. Batstar however was named for those unusually large bat like ears. But back to the story. His muscles locked in the correct hunting crouch as he prepared to shoot forward and squash the bird with his weight. His ears lifted and took note that not a sound was heard and he took a steady breath before leaping. Three sounds echoed at that moment, the crow's screech of shock, the loud thunder-like sound the monster made and Batstar's own shock mew of fear. Many things had passed through his eyes at that moment. Life and death images, that of his best friend - long since passed on, since his own apprentice years. To his father, mother and then own mentor being dead. His whole body shook as he remembered the one moon where green-leaf had shook his body to the very core stripping him of one of his nine lives. He closed his eyes, the crow's pain screech still alerting the voice that danger was afoot. But the image of his own brother littered his brain. The terror in those young golden-yellow eyes had made him regret ever taking the full responsibility of watching the tom, sheltering him.

However, the crow's next screech seemed to snap the tom out of his funk and he snapped the bird's neck swiftly and painlessly. His eyes closed as he dragged the bird back a bit, putting a paw on it's chest, and whispering in a soft tone. "Let the ancestors hear my words, as I thank you for the prey given today and the near close call. Let you shine down upon our warriors as they hunt else where. Thank you Starclan." He opened his eyes, one blurred the slightest and the other blinded by the rush of sunlight. He blinked his eyes, trying to adjust back to the daylight. After a few moments a clear and wonderful (not blinding) sight appeared in one eye and a clearer image in the other. He gave a rough smirk as he lifted the crow in his jaws and pulled backwards, his eyes never leaving the thunderpath - which might of been the reason he landed on his back with the crow on top of him just a bit away from that stinky - cat squashing - path.

"This is not my day." He mused aloud. His eyes narrowing as he wiggled out from below the crow. He could just picture the laugh it was having ('ha! got you didn't i?'). Oh that was embarrassing just thinking about it. He grumbled and lightly hit the crow with his paw. He then took to looking about, hoping no one had seen his near rush with death - nor his attack that had come from a dead crow.

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