Post by Snowstar on Sept 18, 2011 17:51:09 GMT -5
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names:Snowkit/Snowpaw/Snowfur/Snowstar
gender: She-cat
age: 48 moons
clan: WindClan
rank: Leader
personality:
:Sweet and Sour:
“Stick to your own borders, trespasser!”
“Oh, and who’s going to make me?”
“So glad you asked…because that would be me.”
Snowfur is a she-cat with an infinite amount of patience…when it comes to her own Clan. She has an air of grace and civility about her when she is forced to deal with the other Clans, or to attend gatherings. However, the temper and the distrust that lies just beneath the surface is something that she and every other leader must contend with; Snowstar doesn’t take kindly to implications against her Clan or against herself, and she won’t hesitate to snap back if snapped at. She’s very forgiving towards her clan mates, but beware if you’re not in her good graces. If she sets out to make your life dark and dreary, she may very well do it. She won’t intentionally hurt anyone, but her quick temper can sometimes lead her to do things she would regret later. She is, however, infinitely careful around her own clan mates; she might get snappy with them from time to time when she’s under stress, but for the most part, she’s as gracious and kind a leader as one could hope for. When it comes to other clans however, it may be a different story. As such, she doesn’t have a lot of patience for some of the other leaders and their decisions when it comes down to it. It’s almost as if Snowfur is an elder. That’s not to say she’s old (and please don’t call her ‘old’ to her face, or you might found out how sharp her claws can be), but she certainly acts like she’s got a burr under her tail when she has to deal with the other clans; she understands how prickly she can get, and even knows what a hassle it can be to deal with herself (she has met herself, after all) so she does try to exercise restraint and patience around the other leaders and Clans, and can often be forgiving for minor slip-ups. It isn’t to say she doesn’t like the other leaders; she ,likes them just fine, but she doesn’t want her Clan to appear weak, so she knows it’s important to put up a strong front, and sometimes being prickly and defensive, like a bramble thicket, can be the best shield. But if her clan is in danger, there isn‘t a force in StarClan or above that could stop her from defending them with the ferocity of all the power she possesses. Woe betide the intentional trespasser who sets foot across the border; Snowfur doesn’t take stupid excuses lightly (although she makes allowances for accidents, and can even be kind enough to let most offences go unpunished or unspoken unless they are truly heinous), and she certainly won’t stand there and listen to them from someone who isn’t in her Clan. This of course, isn’t to say she doesn’t have her moments. Snowfur isn’t really prickly when it comes to her own clan mates. She can even go so far as to be motherly and sweet to those she cares about and those who truly need a reassuring word.
:Mind over Matter:
“How exactly do you propose we catch that thing?”
“Catch? Oh, no, no, no. We aren’t going to catch it. I have something better in mind.”
“What, you’ve got a plan?”
“Of course I do.”
Snowfur has an incredibly quick mind (her name is exceedingly misleading). Despite her sometimes quick anger, she’s vastly intelligent. You wouldn’t think so, considering how much trouble she got herself into as an apprentice, but she almost always has a plan for everything. She might even have mapped out her life plan at one point, come to think of it (Although being a leader never really came into the picture at the time). She usually comes up with inventive ways to catch prey or trespassers, and works on developing new battle techniques (most of which aren’t always the best) in her head. The gears are always turning, always working, and she never seems to stop. Even when she’s sleeping, her paws and ears twitch, as if she’s dreaming of doing something or other in her mind. She never seems to stop, and her ever-seeing eyes and keen ears are information gatherers that help her plan her decisions and make informed judgments. She is certainly loyal to her Clan above all else, and her intelligence comes in handy when it comes to them. Her strategy in battle, and in hunting can often be fairly effective, but she doesn’t often try to implement new ideas, fearing she could make a miscalculation that could cost her clan mates dearly. That intelligent mind of hers can sometimes be suspicious; she can jump to conclusions that aren’t always correct, but for the most part, she’ll offer other Clans the benefit of the doubt. When it comes to things like Gatherings, she is ever the courteous, respectful leader, but in camp, she does not trust the other leaders as far as she can throw them. She is, however, smart enough to know she should listen to their opinions and consult them when decisions concerning the forest and all the Clans must take place. It doesn’t mean she’s their good ‘friend,’ although she is courteous enough and as a warrior, she seemed to get along fairly well with most cats from other Clans. She has not forgotten these old ‘acquaintanceships/friendships’ and is willing to listen to reason and to the other Clan leaders or warriors if the need should arise. But for the most part, she will take only the counsel of her own clan mates, and where her Clan is concerned, she thinks only of their welfare, and what is best for them, even if it means displacing another Clan if need be. She will do whatever she can to keep WindClan intact and strong.
:Run, Run, Run, As Fast As You Can:
“Whoa! How did you catch that!?”
“It was easy.”
“But it was so fast! How did you do it?”
“By being faster, of course.”
Snowfur has a long, lanky body. She was made for speed. She doesn’t just run to hunt or to fight; she runs because she loves it. She says that with the wind in her fur, and the ground flying beneath her paws, she can forget her worries or her problems and she can just stop thinking. It is the only time she allows herself to be carefree and completely joyful. And this is the only time when true, genuine happiness will relax her often worried face (except when she’s around her clan mates). She loves to race, and she’ll race anyone who dares to challenge her. She’ll even go so far as to race all along the borders of the Clan’s territories, spending the entire day racing the wind instead of hunting. This can sometimes be problematic, as she enjoys it so much, she barely gets anything done. But this is only the very, very rare, or odd occasion, and for the most part, she only runs when she has spare time (which isn‘t often at all). She would like to be able to share her love of running and the freedom and happiness it instills in her with that special cat, but she has yet to find anyone who can truly keep up with her.
appearance:
A she-cat with a long, lanky body made for running. Her legs are thin and wiry, but strong, and her body is slender and sleek, giving her the ability to push her speed higher than some cats. She was made for chasing down quick prey. Her coat is short and sleek, adding to her quickness. She has a pointed muzzle with large, triangular ears that are sharper than they appear. Her eyes are luminous, diamond shaped globes set evenly in her face, and are a pale blue color. Her fur is a vibrant, snow white color, from her nose to the tip of her tail. Her ears are a bright, coral pink, and her whiskers are short and white. She is not as large as most other cats, and is, in fact, a bit on the small size. Her body is disproportionate to her temper though, so watch out! Her head is long and pointed, with the classic Siamese look about it, giving her an elegant look. She has small paws, dainty, but hard, made for running and hardened by her time spent in the moors. Her muscles are hardened by time and experience, rippling beneath her short pelt like so much sinew and grace. Her nose is pink, and small. She has long fangs that glisten white, and are most often seen when she is angry or upset. Her claws are tough and sturdy, long enough for traction in the unforgiving windy moors.
history:
Mother: Barkface
Father: Stormscar
Sister: Milkwhisker
Brother: Oneshadow
Kits: None
Mate: None
“What on earth has made you so prickly?”
“Oh, you know, this and that.”
“You’re always grumbling about something.”
“That’s because there’s always something to grumble about.”
Snowfur was born to Barkface and Stormscar of WindClan. Her littermates, Milkwhisker and Oneshadow, were almost always by her side as kits. It’s a mystery as to where Snowfur got her somewhat prickly nature, as her siblings seem fairly easy going and sweet. Snowfur always felt like the odd one out; she never seemed fond of her name, and thought it sounded almost ugly. The idea of being known as ’nothing better than snow’ upset her to no end. So, in turn, she thought she herself was ugly and that she‘d have to make up for the ‘lump of snow‘ perception by being as smart, fast, and quick witted as any cat. Despite reassurances otherwise by her parents and her siblings, Snowstar began to withdraw and became a rather quick-tempered and snappy kit, not wanting to play with her littermates and the other kits when they invited her, and choosing to spend a lot of her time thinking or being alone. Even at such a young age, she liked to race around camp, often causing trouble for some of the older warriors and apprentices. Though she sometimes steered clear of her siblings, it didn’t mean she loved them any less, and whenever she got in trouble, one of them was always there to get her out of it. She always had a very close bond with her family, through ought her life.
“You know as well as I do that Stormscar and Barkface love you.”
“Then why did they give me such a horrible name?”
“It’s not horrible. It’s…it’s…”
“Ugly.”
“No. It’s unique.”
“It’s just another way of saying it’s ugly.”
“It’s not ugly at all, Snowpaw. It’s…it’s just you.”
“Just me? What does that mean?”
“It means no one but you could be Snowpaw. Or my sister.”
“Thanks Milkpaw…”
Snowfur and her siblings were made apprentices at the same time. Even as an apprentice, Snowfur was still stand-offish, and could get snappy or prickly even with her own mentor. But being an apprentice softened her, and she no longer felt the drive to be alone, and her sour personality began to sweeten a bit. She was still self-conscious about her name, thinking it was ugly, until her sister, Milkwhisker, assured her that it wasn’t. She assured that it was unique, and that no one but Snowfur could be who she was. After that, Snowfur became a little more outgoing and confident, even going so far as to play and mock battle with the other apprentices and having fun. She seemed to enjoy her newfound confidence and life. When the littermates were only three moons into their apprenticeship, their mother, Barkface, was killed by a two-leg dog when she strayed too close to a visiting two-leg near the barn. Since then, the three siblings steered clear of the barn, never daring to venture too close. Their father, Stormscar, however, met a fate almost worse than death. He had the misfortune to run into a badger. When he tried to lead the creature away from a group of his clan mates near the border, his two daughters included, the badger managed to grab him, and dragged him off, yowling, into the dark.
“You’re always so…”
“So what? Say it, Oneshadow.”
“So angry. Why, Snowfur?”
“I have a lot to be angry about, Oneshadow. Don’t you think?”
“So do I, Snowfur. You’re not the only one who’s hurting.”
“I know I’m not…”
Hurt by the loss of their parents, the three siblings continued on as best as they could. Snowfur's heart was heavy with the death of her mother and father. Milkwhisker and Oneshadow were her biggest supports, but Oneshadow soon began to drift apart from the two she-cats. With the gap in their relationship growing, Milkwhisker too began to drift away from her littermates. It wasn’t a conscious choice, but it happened nonetheless. One day, while patrolling the border, Snowfur and Oneshadow found their sister’s scent trail leading into out of their territory. They followed it (against their better judgment) and found that their sister had joined the two legs and become a kitty pet. Devastated by Milkwhisker’s choice, the siblings returned to camp just as a storm started up. Once they reached home, Snowfur rounded on Oneshadow, accusing him of driving Milkwhisker away by being so distant. Oneshadow retorted that if Snowfur hadn’t been so mean, Milkwhisker would still be there. The two siblings argued verbally, their jabs and insults turning angry, harsher, and more heated as they fought, until Snowfur leapt at Oneshadow, scoring a long mark down the side of his face. Stunned, Oneshadow simply stood there in shock as their clan mates looked on in surprise.
“Look at what you’ve done! You’ve lost Milkwhisker and now this!”
“I didn’t mean it Oneshadow! I was just-just…”
“Just angry?! Upset?! Furious?! And you think I’m not?!”
“I’m sorry! I just can’t lose Milkwhisker! I-I can’t lose her!”
“Well too bad, Snowfur! You’ve lost her…and now you’ve lost me!”
“Oneshadow, please! Don’t say that!”
“Too late, Snowfur. You made your choice…Now live with it!”
“No, please!”
Snowfur was no longer in her brother’s good graces. Most of her clan mates were sympathetic to her cause, knowing that she attacked him only out of anguish at losing her sister; they understood her sense of loss. Oneshadow refused to speak with Snowfur after that, keeping his contact with her limited to only a few words when absolutely necessary. Snowstar threw herself into her warrior duties, determined to wash away the pain and the anger by working herself tirelessly to the bone each and everyday. She volunteered for dawn patrols, went on night patrols, hunting during the day, and hardly slept as much as she should.
”Blackstar is dead, Snowfur. So is Echopool.”
“I- I know. I was there, you know.”
“You-you have to take Blackstar’s place, Snowfur. You have to!”
“Why me?”
“No one else can.”
Not long after, Oneshadow approached his sister, and the two had a lengthy discussion concerning their family, and their argument. The two decided to leave what was in the past exactly where it was, and to move on with their lives. They made up, and Snowfur finally had her brother back. During a particularly difficult leaf-bare, a small family of badgers moved into the territory. Blackstar, the leader of WindClan, and Echopool, the deputy at the time, organized two separate patrols, one led by Blackstar and the other by Echopool himself, to drive the badgers out. Unfortunately, in the ensuing battle, Echopool was slain and when Blackstar tried to rush to his deputy’s aid, he too was killed. Blackstar had three lives left, but the wound that was inflicted by the terrible claws of the badger were too great for even the lives of a leader to overcome, and Blackstar perished as he tried to save his deputy. Snowfur was a part of the battle, and prior to the death of their leader and deputy, the cats had been successfully driving the badgers away. After seeing Blackstar and Echopool both fall, Snowfur led the rest of the cats in the attack, and thus drove the badgers from the territory. It was only after they had returned to camp and sat vigil over the bodies of their slain leader, deputy, and comrades, was Snowfur unanimously voted as the new leader of WindClan. Faced with the overwhelming responsibility, Snowfur felt suffocated, and unsure. But after gentle prodding from those of her clan, she reluctantly accepted the mantle of leadership and would soon make the trip to the Moonpool to become Snowstar.
sample rp: See Stormbelly~
characters: Stormbelly, Littlekit
c-box name: Milky
names:
gender: She-cat
age: 48 moons
clan: WindClan
rank: Leader
personality:
:Sweet and Sour:
“Stick to your own borders, trespasser!”
“Oh, and who’s going to make me?”
“So glad you asked…because that would be me.”
Snowfur is a she-cat with an infinite amount of patience…when it comes to her own Clan. She has an air of grace and civility about her when she is forced to deal with the other Clans, or to attend gatherings. However, the temper and the distrust that lies just beneath the surface is something that she and every other leader must contend with; Snowstar doesn’t take kindly to implications against her Clan or against herself, and she won’t hesitate to snap back if snapped at. She’s very forgiving towards her clan mates, but beware if you’re not in her good graces. If she sets out to make your life dark and dreary, she may very well do it. She won’t intentionally hurt anyone, but her quick temper can sometimes lead her to do things she would regret later. She is, however, infinitely careful around her own clan mates; she might get snappy with them from time to time when she’s under stress, but for the most part, she’s as gracious and kind a leader as one could hope for. When it comes to other clans however, it may be a different story. As such, she doesn’t have a lot of patience for some of the other leaders and their decisions when it comes down to it. It’s almost as if Snowfur is an elder. That’s not to say she’s old (and please don’t call her ‘old’ to her face, or you might found out how sharp her claws can be), but she certainly acts like she’s got a burr under her tail when she has to deal with the other clans; she understands how prickly she can get, and even knows what a hassle it can be to deal with herself (she has met herself, after all) so she does try to exercise restraint and patience around the other leaders and Clans, and can often be forgiving for minor slip-ups. It isn’t to say she doesn’t like the other leaders; she ,likes them just fine, but she doesn’t want her Clan to appear weak, so she knows it’s important to put up a strong front, and sometimes being prickly and defensive, like a bramble thicket, can be the best shield. But if her clan is in danger, there isn‘t a force in StarClan or above that could stop her from defending them with the ferocity of all the power she possesses. Woe betide the intentional trespasser who sets foot across the border; Snowfur doesn’t take stupid excuses lightly (although she makes allowances for accidents, and can even be kind enough to let most offences go unpunished or unspoken unless they are truly heinous), and she certainly won’t stand there and listen to them from someone who isn’t in her Clan. This of course, isn’t to say she doesn’t have her moments. Snowfur isn’t really prickly when it comes to her own clan mates. She can even go so far as to be motherly and sweet to those she cares about and those who truly need a reassuring word.
:Mind over Matter:
“How exactly do you propose we catch that thing?”
“Catch? Oh, no, no, no. We aren’t going to catch it. I have something better in mind.”
“What, you’ve got a plan?”
“Of course I do.”
Snowfur has an incredibly quick mind (her name is exceedingly misleading). Despite her sometimes quick anger, she’s vastly intelligent. You wouldn’t think so, considering how much trouble she got herself into as an apprentice, but she almost always has a plan for everything. She might even have mapped out her life plan at one point, come to think of it (Although being a leader never really came into the picture at the time). She usually comes up with inventive ways to catch prey or trespassers, and works on developing new battle techniques (most of which aren’t always the best) in her head. The gears are always turning, always working, and she never seems to stop. Even when she’s sleeping, her paws and ears twitch, as if she’s dreaming of doing something or other in her mind. She never seems to stop, and her ever-seeing eyes and keen ears are information gatherers that help her plan her decisions and make informed judgments. She is certainly loyal to her Clan above all else, and her intelligence comes in handy when it comes to them. Her strategy in battle, and in hunting can often be fairly effective, but she doesn’t often try to implement new ideas, fearing she could make a miscalculation that could cost her clan mates dearly. That intelligent mind of hers can sometimes be suspicious; she can jump to conclusions that aren’t always correct, but for the most part, she’ll offer other Clans the benefit of the doubt. When it comes to things like Gatherings, she is ever the courteous, respectful leader, but in camp, she does not trust the other leaders as far as she can throw them. She is, however, smart enough to know she should listen to their opinions and consult them when decisions concerning the forest and all the Clans must take place. It doesn’t mean she’s their good ‘friend,’ although she is courteous enough and as a warrior, she seemed to get along fairly well with most cats from other Clans. She has not forgotten these old ‘acquaintanceships/friendships’ and is willing to listen to reason and to the other Clan leaders or warriors if the need should arise. But for the most part, she will take only the counsel of her own clan mates, and where her Clan is concerned, she thinks only of their welfare, and what is best for them, even if it means displacing another Clan if need be. She will do whatever she can to keep WindClan intact and strong.
:Run, Run, Run, As Fast As You Can:
“Whoa! How did you catch that!?”
“It was easy.”
“But it was so fast! How did you do it?”
“By being faster, of course.”
Snowfur has a long, lanky body. She was made for speed. She doesn’t just run to hunt or to fight; she runs because she loves it. She says that with the wind in her fur, and the ground flying beneath her paws, she can forget her worries or her problems and she can just stop thinking. It is the only time she allows herself to be carefree and completely joyful. And this is the only time when true, genuine happiness will relax her often worried face (except when she’s around her clan mates). She loves to race, and she’ll race anyone who dares to challenge her. She’ll even go so far as to race all along the borders of the Clan’s territories, spending the entire day racing the wind instead of hunting. This can sometimes be problematic, as she enjoys it so much, she barely gets anything done. But this is only the very, very rare, or odd occasion, and for the most part, she only runs when she has spare time (which isn‘t often at all). She would like to be able to share her love of running and the freedom and happiness it instills in her with that special cat, but she has yet to find anyone who can truly keep up with her.
appearance:
A she-cat with a long, lanky body made for running. Her legs are thin and wiry, but strong, and her body is slender and sleek, giving her the ability to push her speed higher than some cats. She was made for chasing down quick prey. Her coat is short and sleek, adding to her quickness. She has a pointed muzzle with large, triangular ears that are sharper than they appear. Her eyes are luminous, diamond shaped globes set evenly in her face, and are a pale blue color. Her fur is a vibrant, snow white color, from her nose to the tip of her tail. Her ears are a bright, coral pink, and her whiskers are short and white. She is not as large as most other cats, and is, in fact, a bit on the small size. Her body is disproportionate to her temper though, so watch out! Her head is long and pointed, with the classic Siamese look about it, giving her an elegant look. She has small paws, dainty, but hard, made for running and hardened by her time spent in the moors. Her muscles are hardened by time and experience, rippling beneath her short pelt like so much sinew and grace. Her nose is pink, and small. She has long fangs that glisten white, and are most often seen when she is angry or upset. Her claws are tough and sturdy, long enough for traction in the unforgiving windy moors.
history:
Mother: Barkface
Father: Stormscar
Sister: Milkwhisker
Brother: Oneshadow
Kits: None
Mate: None
“What on earth has made you so prickly?”
“Oh, you know, this and that.”
“You’re always grumbling about something.”
“That’s because there’s always something to grumble about.”
Snowfur was born to Barkface and Stormscar of WindClan. Her littermates, Milkwhisker and Oneshadow, were almost always by her side as kits. It’s a mystery as to where Snowfur got her somewhat prickly nature, as her siblings seem fairly easy going and sweet. Snowfur always felt like the odd one out; she never seemed fond of her name, and thought it sounded almost ugly. The idea of being known as ’nothing better than snow’ upset her to no end. So, in turn, she thought she herself was ugly and that she‘d have to make up for the ‘lump of snow‘ perception by being as smart, fast, and quick witted as any cat. Despite reassurances otherwise by her parents and her siblings, Snowstar began to withdraw and became a rather quick-tempered and snappy kit, not wanting to play with her littermates and the other kits when they invited her, and choosing to spend a lot of her time thinking or being alone. Even at such a young age, she liked to race around camp, often causing trouble for some of the older warriors and apprentices. Though she sometimes steered clear of her siblings, it didn’t mean she loved them any less, and whenever she got in trouble, one of them was always there to get her out of it. She always had a very close bond with her family, through ought her life.
“You know as well as I do that Stormscar and Barkface love you.”
“Then why did they give me such a horrible name?”
“It’s not horrible. It’s…it’s…”
“Ugly.”
“No. It’s unique.”
“It’s just another way of saying it’s ugly.”
“It’s not ugly at all, Snowpaw. It’s…it’s just you.”
“Just me? What does that mean?”
“It means no one but you could be Snowpaw. Or my sister.”
“Thanks Milkpaw…”
Snowfur and her siblings were made apprentices at the same time. Even as an apprentice, Snowfur was still stand-offish, and could get snappy or prickly even with her own mentor. But being an apprentice softened her, and she no longer felt the drive to be alone, and her sour personality began to sweeten a bit. She was still self-conscious about her name, thinking it was ugly, until her sister, Milkwhisker, assured her that it wasn’t. She assured that it was unique, and that no one but Snowfur could be who she was. After that, Snowfur became a little more outgoing and confident, even going so far as to play and mock battle with the other apprentices and having fun. She seemed to enjoy her newfound confidence and life. When the littermates were only three moons into their apprenticeship, their mother, Barkface, was killed by a two-leg dog when she strayed too close to a visiting two-leg near the barn. Since then, the three siblings steered clear of the barn, never daring to venture too close. Their father, Stormscar, however, met a fate almost worse than death. He had the misfortune to run into a badger. When he tried to lead the creature away from a group of his clan mates near the border, his two daughters included, the badger managed to grab him, and dragged him off, yowling, into the dark.
“You’re always so…”
“So what? Say it, Oneshadow.”
“So angry. Why, Snowfur?”
“I have a lot to be angry about, Oneshadow. Don’t you think?”
“So do I, Snowfur. You’re not the only one who’s hurting.”
“I know I’m not…”
Hurt by the loss of their parents, the three siblings continued on as best as they could. Snowfur's heart was heavy with the death of her mother and father. Milkwhisker and Oneshadow were her biggest supports, but Oneshadow soon began to drift apart from the two she-cats. With the gap in their relationship growing, Milkwhisker too began to drift away from her littermates. It wasn’t a conscious choice, but it happened nonetheless. One day, while patrolling the border, Snowfur and Oneshadow found their sister’s scent trail leading into out of their territory. They followed it (against their better judgment) and found that their sister had joined the two legs and become a kitty pet. Devastated by Milkwhisker’s choice, the siblings returned to camp just as a storm started up. Once they reached home, Snowfur rounded on Oneshadow, accusing him of driving Milkwhisker away by being so distant. Oneshadow retorted that if Snowfur hadn’t been so mean, Milkwhisker would still be there. The two siblings argued verbally, their jabs and insults turning angry, harsher, and more heated as they fought, until Snowfur leapt at Oneshadow, scoring a long mark down the side of his face. Stunned, Oneshadow simply stood there in shock as their clan mates looked on in surprise.
“Look at what you’ve done! You’ve lost Milkwhisker and now this!”
“I didn’t mean it Oneshadow! I was just-just…”
“Just angry?! Upset?! Furious?! And you think I’m not?!”
“I’m sorry! I just can’t lose Milkwhisker! I-I can’t lose her!”
“Well too bad, Snowfur! You’ve lost her…and now you’ve lost me!”
“Oneshadow, please! Don’t say that!”
“Too late, Snowfur. You made your choice…Now live with it!”
“No, please!”
Snowfur was no longer in her brother’s good graces. Most of her clan mates were sympathetic to her cause, knowing that she attacked him only out of anguish at losing her sister; they understood her sense of loss. Oneshadow refused to speak with Snowfur after that, keeping his contact with her limited to only a few words when absolutely necessary. Snowstar threw herself into her warrior duties, determined to wash away the pain and the anger by working herself tirelessly to the bone each and everyday. She volunteered for dawn patrols, went on night patrols, hunting during the day, and hardly slept as much as she should.
”Blackstar is dead, Snowfur. So is Echopool.”
“I- I know. I was there, you know.”
“You-you have to take Blackstar’s place, Snowfur. You have to!”
“Why me?”
“No one else can.”
Not long after, Oneshadow approached his sister, and the two had a lengthy discussion concerning their family, and their argument. The two decided to leave what was in the past exactly where it was, and to move on with their lives. They made up, and Snowfur finally had her brother back. During a particularly difficult leaf-bare, a small family of badgers moved into the territory. Blackstar, the leader of WindClan, and Echopool, the deputy at the time, organized two separate patrols, one led by Blackstar and the other by Echopool himself, to drive the badgers out. Unfortunately, in the ensuing battle, Echopool was slain and when Blackstar tried to rush to his deputy’s aid, he too was killed. Blackstar had three lives left, but the wound that was inflicted by the terrible claws of the badger were too great for even the lives of a leader to overcome, and Blackstar perished as he tried to save his deputy. Snowfur was a part of the battle, and prior to the death of their leader and deputy, the cats had been successfully driving the badgers away. After seeing Blackstar and Echopool both fall, Snowfur led the rest of the cats in the attack, and thus drove the badgers from the territory. It was only after they had returned to camp and sat vigil over the bodies of their slain leader, deputy, and comrades, was Snowfur unanimously voted as the new leader of WindClan. Faced with the overwhelming responsibility, Snowfur felt suffocated, and unsure. But after gentle prodding from those of her clan, she reluctantly accepted the mantle of leadership and would soon make the trip to the Moonpool to become Snowstar.
sample rp: See Stormbelly~
characters: Stormbelly, Littlekit
c-box name: Milky
