Post by jamz on Jan 15, 2012 21:52:49 GMT -5
Nightstar
she-cat, 39 moons, Leader, Galeclan
she-cat, 39 moons, Leader, Galeclan
appearance
A tall she-cat with calm, green eyes.
personality
Stubborn and quick to anger, Nightstar is the epitome of Galeclan attitude. Those may not seem like the qualities of a leader but instead of being her downfall they've become her advantage. This being said, this aggression seems to have traveled down the bloodline of Galeclan and stuck to the walls of its heart. Now nearly every Galeclan cat holds a certain variation of roughness to them and fortunately for Nightstar, she inherited alot of that toughness. It's made her almost immune to fear but has also made others fear her at the same time.
So Nightstar is a bit of a rowdy cat; typical of Galeclan. But what makes her different then some of the roughhousing cats in her clan? Tact. Nightstar is exceptionally gifted when it comes to knowing what to do and when to do it. She's constantly calculating her actions and words to give off the perfect impression to cats not only outside of Galeclan but even to her very own clanmates. So in a way she's deceived those around her to make them believe she is not the demanding and manipulative she-cat she so slyly is. Oh yes, Nightstar is not your goody two-shoes leader... she finds a way to make you do what she wants without making you see however ridiculous the request may be and is amazingly adept at the art of communication.
You'd expect there to be something to fall back upon to make her more appealing- she's surprisingly kind underneath it all or maybe even past heartbreak. No. Nightstar is positively, %100 ruthless. She does not tolerate, she does not retreat, and she certainly does not love. But this does not mean she is devoid of emotion; far from it my dear. Nightstar is very passionate... but for all the wrong reasons. Or right, in her mind. She craves domination over any other thing and the fire that enters her eyes at the mere word of 'control' has caused kits to cry. Speaking of which, she hates kits. Despises them really- what she needs is warriors; strong, robust warriors to do her bidding and wreak havoc among the clans. Oops, secrets out.
She's lovely, isn't she?
history
Oh what a sweet little kit. Adorable round eyes, a heart of gold, and a merrily pair of parents.
Nightstar has never once heard those words. Ever since the day she was born, her mother watched her patiently and with eyes full of greed. That greed hadn't shown up out of nowhere though, it had been around for many moons. Nightstar's mother was the one who set the badger on the camp during leafbare simply because she wanted to go out by herself, Nightstar's mother was the one who tricked the deputy into thinking his mate was dead, Nightstar's mother was the one who killed her father. All for her own personal gain. That last one, the one about Nightstar's father? That was done so he wouldn't get in Nightstar's mothers way. And after he died no one even wanted to step near Nightstar's mother again. Perfect.
Naturally, Nightstar's mother was chosen as mentor to Nightstar. Instead of teaching her the warrior code, its morals, and the way the clans worked she taught her how to manipulate, steal, and basically get whatever she wanted. And boy was Nightstar her mother's daughter, she caught on to her teachings quicker than the other apprentices caught on to their own. Faster and faster the days went by and Nightstar built her reputation up like the foundation a twoleg uses to make their nests. She was a prime example of intelligence and poise among her clanmates, albeit the shadow of her mother. Nightstar noticed the flaw even before her own mother did and it came to pass that the pupil overtook the master...literally.
Nightstar's mother passed away "mysteriously" and the weight of her reputation was lifted from Nightstar's shoulders. It was a clear shot to being deputy and Nightstar burned with anticipation. Just as her mother had predicted, the foolish old Galeclan leader chose her as deputy. At that moment in time, Nightstar smiled for the first time since kithood.
Another death? Galeclan mourned the death of their leader, genuinely torn apart by the passing of their beloved leader. But the kind and brave Nightstar was there to pick them up and console them. Bloodstar may have left them and died, but Nightstar knit together promises of hope and absolute loyalty. They even cheered her name at every clan meeting- Nightstar! Nightstar! Nightstar! ... And she looked down at them, and she smiled.
IC roleplay sample
Nightstar padded into the camp, a large fish set between her teeth. Her tail was held high with pride and she eyed the cats that greeted her for any sign of appreciation. Alas, none seemed overtly impressed and Nightstar would go without her daily fix of compliments. As she let the fish drop onto the pile she heaved a sigh and dropped to the floor in exasperation. Her tail thumped on the ground and her eyes scoured for anyone whom seemed worthy of conversation. But seeing as she had only just become leader, Nightstar was feeling particularly nervous about her clan's loyalty. Although Bloodstar had put Galeclan in multiple battles, he was very much loved by the cats that resided here. Of course, hearts were shaken by his brave death in battle, admitting that they viewed him as one of the most valiant cats they knew. Nightstar would have to find a way to inadvertently sway them from such an idea without insulting their previous leader. Perhaps she could reference to Bloodstar's recklessness? Or maybe she could tell them a "controversial" order Bloodstar had asked of her? ... Nightstar shook her head outwardly; lying now wouldn't be the best of ideas.
With a grin on her maw she lifted herself up and trotted off toward the rocky outcropping that Bloodstar himself had sat upon to make announcements. She clambered up the steep cliff-face and perched herself neatly on the edge of her destination. It was high enough for all to see, and low enough for all to hear. Nightstar looked over the camp silently, her wide eyes judging each and every cat that passed. With a quick lick of her chest and a cough to clear her throat she announced,"Let all clan cats old enough to catch their own prey gather before me". It was not often that leaders spoke these words without a special ceremony taking place but Nightstar was well, Nightstar, and she liked to believe her word was law.
"I know you are all still grieving Bloodstar's death," She began, her head cast downward and her eyes moist with unshed tears. "But we must move on for the good of Galeclan. Bloodstar was a dear friend of mine, but what has he done to us?" Her voice grew louder and she looked into the eyes of the cats that had gathered. "We are not sniveling little kits, we are the cats of Galeclan!" Nightstar snarled, her tail lashing. She mentally told herself to calm down; showing your true emotions was not the way to the hearts of these cats. She had to appear strong, but most of all calm and collected. "I see you all as my beloved brothers and sisters, and what I want most for you all is happiness and a life full of... adventure," She purred. Saying a life full of peace was not an acceptable lifestyle, as most Galeclan cats had come to realize. Nightstar stood up and cleared her throat yet again before saying,"Let us move on from the past. I am your leader now and I will lead us into a new era. An era in which we, together, prevail above all others!" Nightstar waited for the cheers with a smile. At first there were only murmurs but soon the cats below began to process her words and they began to raise their voices in agreement. Nightstar's faltering smile returned and she raised her head higher, bathing in the glory of Galeclan. Nightstar had not only gained the loyalty of her clanmates... she had turned a particularly boring day into a satisfyingly successful one.
other
Welp, here she is. Hope you all like her, even if she doesn't become leader
