Blackstar - RiverClan

[Bramble]

Name: Blackstar
Age: 24 moons old
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Desired Position: Leader
Short Description:

Large black and white tom

Full Description:

Well. Where would you like me to start at?

As I mentioned before, I'm a fairly large cat. My limbs are long enough so that they are in proportion with my body. The body of mine is a hunk of muscle, almost no fat on it whatsoever. The plumy tail that trails behind me is feathery and silky, the furs on it smooth. My chest is deep in comparison to most other cats, and the jaws I have are among the strongest in the forest. My head is also in proportion to my body, with long whiskers on either side of my small muzzle. My ears are pointed, and the nose on my face is a light liver color. A long scar traces down my shoulder, the largest on my marred body.

The primary color that dominates my body is black. My pelt is sleek, onyx black in hue. My face is black for the most part, the only white around my neck and chin area. The white then leaks down my chest, and also my stomach. A small band of white runs around the neck from one side and connects to the other once completing the loop. My front left leg is black, while my front right leg is completely white. The white bleeds into my stomach. My back legs are black also.

My paws are all white, not a speck of black or any other color. My sharp claws are curve downwards, looking more fatal than normal claws. My eyes are a light olive green, with a sliver of gold in the right eye.

Personality:

Before you start trying to figure me out, let me tell you a bit about myself.

My outlook on things is different. I'm not the good-guy in every case. Sometimes rules were meant to be broken, and so I break them. I don't have the compassion most everybody would think a leader should have. I guess that's what happens when everyone you love in your life is dead.

The occasional fun is twisted into my life. For the most part I just hunt, fight, watch apprentices... not much else besides that. Despite my dull, idle life, my body really kicks into action in fights. The body I possess was meant for the front-line, meant to be scarred and inflicted by wounds. My faith in StarClan isn't so great, but I trust my medicine cat with my life.

In camp, I always have a fair look at disputes. Punishment is equal. My affection is only showed towards my apprentices.

As one of the younger leaders, I'm ready to accept a challenge anytime. I show my pride and arrogance openly, most of the time not caring what the other clans think of it.

Picture:

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