Poisonstar || RavenClan

Poisonstar || RavenClan Jul 16, 2013 13:46:58 GMT -6

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Post by Amber on Jul 16, 2013 13:46:58 GMT -6

BASIC INFO

Name: ~~Poisonkit~~ || ~~Poisonpaw~~ || ~~Poisonleaf~~ || Poisonstar
Age: Thirty-six moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RavenClan
Rank: Leader
Brief Description: A long-furred calico she-cat with pale green eyes

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

Looks in Detail:

Poisonleaf is a pretty she-cat, with long fur, long, elegant legs, compact paws, and a slim build. Her coat is a mix of black, white, and orange, the three colors mixing and swirling around each other, forming a unique and mesmerizing pattern. She moves with a grace that comes from confidence, and a confidence that comes from pride. Her body is long, lithe, and agile. While her strength may not be fighting, she's quick, and quite an able tree climber. With compact paws, she carries herself with a self-assured confidence, knowing that she /is/ worth it. Her eyes, emotionless pits, are a deep, light green, oft narrowed. Not in anger, or confusion, but more a subtle seductive technique, knowing that whatever happens, she will, in the end, get what she wants, and maintain her grace and pride throughout.

Personality:

Poisonleaf is a volatile, unpredictable cat. She's strong and proud, never one to take no for an answer. In her green eyes, the world is hers for the taking. Anyone who tells her no or stands in her way is merely a threat to be eliminated. She can't back down, she can't say no. She never backs down from a fight, not from a will to win or be the best, but in order to maintain her pride, ego, and self-esteem. She's been known to risk everything for pride, and as of yet, hasn't failed herself.

However, hiding beneath her pretty, can't-catch-me smile, lies a darker core. Her lack of family and unstable upbringing took a toll on her psyche. Poisonleaf's world is almost black and white. If she isn't the best, if she isn't perfect, if she isn't wanted, she's nothing. If things don't go exactly her way, she's destroyed. She's been known to switch between extremely high highs, when everything in her world is going exactly the way she plans, and extremely low lows, when she's disappointed herself or disappointed someone she [secretly] cares about.

Though she appears fearless, untouchable, unbreakable, Poisonleaf dangles on the very edge of sanity, her stability very fragile indeed. She refuses to let anyone know, however, and prefers to hide behind the facades she's built for herself. She tries to allow others to get close to her, without ever really letting them get to her core, but she isn't always successful. When someone does manage to break through, however, she doesn't show it like most would. Instead of getting close and getting to know them better, she prefers a darker, more dangerous route. This can result in violent and even potentially deadly relationships, but she doesn't mind. Actually, she thrives on the danger. The rush of adrenaline she gets when butting heads only makes her want it more. Danger and violence thrill her, give her a high like no other, and she wouldn't trade that feeling for any amount of perfect relationships. Dysfunction is all she knows, and if she has it her way, it's all she will ever know.

HISTORY & RP SAMPLE

History:

Poisonkit was birthed as a result of a violent relationship between Narrowstep, a lean she-cat who's had one too many heartbreaks, and Cindermask, a tom with a twisted passion for loving and leaving. It all began when Cindermask wooed a young, foolish Narrowstep. The two had a fast-paced, whirlwind relationship, that soon resulted in a pregnant Narrowstep. Narrowstep, thinking she and Cindermask were perfectly in love, had no objection to making her pregnancy public. But when she announced it, Cindermask denied the relationship, instead humiliating her in front of the entire Clan. Cindermask, being an older, respected warrior, was, naturally, taken at his word, and Narrowstep was shunned as having fatherless kits.

Narrowstep gave birth to not one, not two, not three, but five kits. To her, the large, healthy litter was an added insult to Cindermask's humiliating act of rejection. Shortly after the kits opened their eyes, Narrowstep took the litter of five out into the forest one night. The young kits went along willingly, and Narrowstep took them deep into the territory, taking turns carrying them at times. There, she began to slaughter them, wanting nothing to do with the living proof of her relationship with Cindermask. After Narrowstep lashed out at the first kit, the others panicked, and though the queen did her best to make sure none escaped her grasp, one of her kits, a calico she-kit, managed to survive.

Narrowstep had left the kits for dead, and the kill site wasn't found until a hunting patrol stumbled upon the bloody mess two days later. They were shocked to find the sole survivor, covered in blood and injured herself, but still somehow alive. The patrol rushed the kit back to the camp, taking her immediately to the medicine cat's den. That afternoon, as Narrowstep, who had returned to her warrior duties after crying tragedy, passed the medicine cat's den on her way out of camp, the surviving kit stumbled out, small and covered in cobwebs [to hold her wounds closed]. Narrowstep recognized her immediately, and hissed furiously. She lunged at the she-kit, but was restrained by other warriors.

Now that the truth was out, Narrowstep was forced back to the nursery to care for her unnamed kit. Narrowstep hated the she-kit, and was ordered a constant watch until the kit was old enough to be weaned. Out of spite, Narrowstep named her kit Poisonkit, seeing her as the reason her relationship and her life had been ruined. After Poisonkit was old enough to be weaned, Narrowstep was exiled from the Clan.

Poisonkit managed to survive into her apprenticeship, parentless, and she was relieved when she finally moved out of the empty nursery. Poisonpaw managed to survive her apprenticeship as well, with no more attacks on her life. Narrowstep, shamed, humiliated, and unwanted, fled the Clan territories, while Cindermask continued to thrive as a trusted senior warrior.

Poisonpaw strove to excel at everything she did. Borne of a proud father, his innate pride bled into her subconscious. She first noticed her love of attention when she noticed an apprentice from another Clan blatantly staring at her at a Gathering. She had taken extra time that day to make sure her pelt was sleek and clean, and it obviously paid off. A fellow apprentice later spoke to her about how the staring apprentice marveled at Poisonpaw's beauty. This, of course, triggered her built-in pride meter, and she began working harder to be noticed. She groomed herself daily, trained harder, and worked harder than ever to be the best she could, if only to gain attention.

Poisonpaw was made a warrior without much fuss, and as she aged, she matured. Confidence filled her step, power and prowess in her gaze. When Poisonpaw became Poisonleaf, she was no longer the unwanted miracle survivor, but a strong, proud she-cat with nothing to lose. At fifteen moons, she was given her own apprentice, Mallowpaw, a she-kit who, more often than not, tested Poisonleaf nearly to the point of breaking.

Their relationship was rocky, at best, and downright violent at worst. Their personalities clashed harshly, which made for a difficult six moons for the both of them. Mallowpaw refused be be ordered, bossed, or even asked, refused to bend to anyone's will, and that defiance, disobedience, pushed Poisonleaf, a cat willing to bend a cat until they broke, to nearly committing deadly acts of violence.

Poisonleaf managed to restrain herself, however, seeing a bit of her own self in the young cream she-cat. Six moons of a virtual tug-of-war later, and Mallowpaw was named Mallowfeather. Poisonleaf was now twenty-one moons.

Poisonleaf became deputy at a mere twenty-six moons, after a strange incident that, even now, is shrouded in mystery. Poisonleaf and the deputy at the time, Tumblefur, were among a patrol of four cats, the other two being Mallowfeather and a tom called Shadefall. They were along the outside border of their territory, when they were attacked by a much larger patrol of Vultures. The battle ended badly for RavenClan, taking heavy losses. Shadefall was the first to be overpowered, his life ending quickly. Tumblefur was next to fall, and it was then that Mallowfeather and Poisonleaf attempted to flee.

The two raced along the border as fast as they could, but the Vultures followed them like a pack of hounds on the hunt. Mallowfeather fell to her attackers , and Poisonleaf next. The two she-cats were completely at the mercy of their attackers, but, for some unknown reason, they backed off, leaving the two half-dead. Poisonleaf managed to stand and move back to her former apprentice, but the cream she-cat was slowly bleeding out. Though they were both prideful warriors, Mallowfeather had one last request.

Poisonleaf, at the request of her former apprentice, curled her long-furred body around her apprentice, staying with the younger cat as she bled out, taking her final breath before leaving to hunt in StarClan. The beaten, bloodied warrior lay there a while longer, still curled protectively around her former apprentice. After a short while, she picked up the strength to stand, but could not drag the body of her fallen Clanmate. Poisonleaf returned to the camp, alone, and told the leader what had happened. Due to Poisonleaf's reputation in the Clan, he didn't quite believe the story had panned out the way she said, but sent a patrol of cats to recover the bodies.

Poisonleaf retired to the medicine cat's den, and was resting wih her wounds already tended to when the patrol came back. There lay the three warriors, Tumblefur, Shadefall, and Mallowfeather, and they would look to be asleep if not for the massive amounts of blood staining their pelts. The sole survivor of the attack sat vigil that night, mourning the loss of not only three great warriors, but her apprentice, and, even, friend. For in those last moments, Poisonleaf and Mallowfeather had shared something that brought them closer than family, and tied Mallowfeather to the calico's hardened heart forever.

It wasn't until the next evening that Russetstar emerged from his den, but then, he was only out long enough to name Poisonleaf as his deputy. The entire Clan seemed stunned, because they all knew of her lees than deputy-like quality and history. But the Clan accepted this as fact, if only to stay true to the warrior code and Russetstar, who had retreated back to his den, mourning the loss of his brother, his best friend, Shadefall.

Four moons passed uneventfully, the Clan growing used to their new deputy. When Poisonleaf turned thirty moons, just settling into her position, a bout of greencough came over the camp, and it hit Russetstar, an already old cat, the hardest. He lost one life to greencough, then caught it again, and the illness developed into blackcough, and the elderly leader lost his last two lives.

The Clan was rocked by the loss, three lives, all by illness. It was also a shock to learn that Russetstar had only three lives, as the Clan believed he had at least six. Poisonleaf traveled to obtain her nine lives, and returned as Poisonstar, ready to carry her Clan through whatever pain may come.

RECAP
2 moons Taken out of camp and nearly slaughtered alongside her unnamed siblings.
6 moons Poisonpaw
12 moons Poisonleaf
15 moons Given Mallowpaw [cream and white she-cat with blue eyes]
21 moons Mallowpaw becomes Mallowfeather
26 moons Mallowfeather, Shadefall, Tumblefur killed in battle with Vultures, Poisonleaf named deputy
30 moons Russetstar loses last two lives to blackcough; Poisonleaf becoms Poisonstar

RP Sample:

Poisonleaf lowered herself to the ground, feeling her green eyes closing. After a moment of nothingness, she opened her eyes, no longer lying in a cold cave, but upon a stretch of smooth stone, surrounded by a strange fog. As she rose into a sitting position and looked around, cats of StarClan melted from the mist, starlight glimmering in their coats.

A line of cats stepped forward, nine of them, some of whom she recognized. A red-furred tom stepped forward first, and Poisonleaf was shocked to see him healthy and well. "Russetstar."

"Welcome, Poisonleaf." The red tom's pelt was glossy and his eyes shone, all trace of the sickness that killed him gone. Russetstar spoke again, his voice strong and powerful. "With this life, I give you strength. The strength to stand at the helm of RavenClan, the strength to lead them through every trial facing you." Russetstar touched his muzzle to the top of Poisonleaf's head, and a rush of energy shot through her. She felt invincible, like she could cross the entire mountain range without stopping, fight off an entire pack of badgers and escape unscathed. Russetstar was already backing away as the feeling ebbed, and another cat had taken his place.

It was Shadefall, a mottled tom with vivid gold eyes. "With this life, I give you compassion. The ability to feel the pain of others, and the willingness to help ease that pain." Shadefall touched his muzzle to her head, and the force of his life brought her to the ground. A swell of emotions flooded through her, love and hate, joy and sorrow, pain and passion. With these emotions came a longing, a need to heal those hurts. But just as quickly as it came, it left, and Shadefall had returned to his place.

Poisonleaf looked up, into the ruffled silver fur of Tumblefur, the deputy before her. "With this life, I give you awareness. A knowledge of all things around you, physical and otherwise." Again, a muzzle touched her head, and a new life came over her. This one came as a series of images, and was much more subdued than the previous ones. An ant crawling over a leaf, a mouse nibbling on a seed, a kit wailing over being pushed, a pair of apprentices falling in love, an elder preparing to breathe her last. All this and more, as her senses spread wide to pick up on everything.

The life ebbed away, and a new cat stood before her. This cat, a dainty white she-cat, was unfamiliar to her. "I am Brightface, your father's mother. With this life, I give you a mother's love, so you can protect your Clan, your kits, with everything you are." Brightface touched her muzzle to Poisonleaf's head, and the sheer intensity of the life rocked her to her very core. A burning ferocity flooded though her, and she felt as if her very soul were being burned. She felt a passion to destroy everything in her wake, a determination to do everything in her power and then some in order to protect those in her care.

Her fourth life exited slowly, leaving Poisonleaf breathless. When she next opened her eyes, four kits stood before her, eyes bright and smiles wide. When they spoke, though, there was a wisdom far beyond their young bodies. "We are the kits of your litter, Poisonleaf. When we arrived, Brightface took us in and named us, and we are her to give you your next four lives." They spoke in unison, and Poisonleaf tried to comprehend the lack of regret in their voices. They sounded...happy. Even though they had died wrongly at such a young age, they had no regrets.

One of the four spoke, and Poisonleaf found herself hooked on his every word. "My name is Snowkit. With this life, I give you justice, that you may be fair with every judgement you make." Snowkit touched his nose to Poisonleaf's, his white fur glimmering with starlight. A knowledge filled her, and she felt she could see every facet of a conflict, and could thus make the decision that best benefit the Clan in its entirety. The feeling faded, and the second kit spoke up.

"My name is Dapplekit. With this life, I give you enthusiasm, so that you may face every day with energy and optimism." Dapplekit touched her nose to Poisonleaf's, green eyes standing out from her multicolored tortoiseshell coat. A hyper energy flashed through Poisonleaf, an eagerness to be productive and get things done, and a willingness to do so with lots of happy interactions. As the life left her, the third kit began to speak.

"My name is Lemmingkit. With this life, I give you integrity. May you always speak truthful words, and always strive for honesty and what you know to be right." The grey-brown kit touched his nose to Poisonleaf's, and a sense of duty and responsibility washed over her. A strong need to let the truth be known, and a desire to do right by her Clan.

The final kit spoke up, her voice soft. "My name is Shellkit. With this life, I give you selflessness. May you always put others before yourself, placing your Clan above all else." Shellkit touched her nose to Poisonleaf's, her grey-white fur fluffy and soft. An odd feeling came over Poisonleaf, a willingness to step aside and let others take the spotlight. The life rubbed her fur the wrong way, as she struggled against it, not at all liking the willingness to put others before herself. To her relief, the life soon faded, and the kits had retreated back to Brightface's side.

The final cat stepped forward, and Poisonleaf looked up into the eyes of her former apprentice. "Mallowfeather..." Poisonleaf nearly melted at the sight of the cream and white cat. Mallowfeather's blue eyes softened, and she offered Poisonleaf a smile. "Poisonleaf. With this life, I give you acceptance. The power to move on, and to take things as they come, without regret and without remorse. May you forgive, but never forget, and learn to accept the past, worry not about the future, and live for the present." Mallowfeather touched her nose to Poisonleaf's, and between their locked gaze passed thousands of words never said. A calmness passed over Poisonleaf, and she finally felt able to forgive the deaths of Tumblefur, Shadefall, and Mallowfeather, and even further, the deaths of her siblings, and the hatred of her mother. All this, forgiven, and a peace filled her soul.

Mallowfeather stepped back, and Poisonleaf found the strength to stand. Mallowfeather spoke, and her voice echoed around them. "I hail you by your new name, Poisonstar. Your old life is no more. You have received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan gives you the guardianship of RavenClan. Defend it well; care for the young and old; honor your ancestors and the warrior code; live each life with pride and dignity."

The cats around her all began to chant, calling out her new name. "Poisonstar! Poisonstar!" Poisonstar caught her apprentice's eye one last time, before everything faded and darkness claimed her once more.