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Post by <Falconstar> on Jun 20, 2009 14:47:33 GMT -5
Name: Falconstar
Gender: Male
Age: 38 Moons
Rank: Leader
Quick Description: Dark gray, long-haired male with yellow eyes.
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Physical Description: Falconstar has thick, gray fur the only thins out a tiny bit around his legs. He has an absurdly thick tail that makes people tease and call him 'Fox'. His nose is small, and the only color on his face other than gray and yellow. Not many people know it, but he has a very small patch of white fur on his stomach. It isn't age...it has always been there. His fangs are small and needlepoint, much like a kits, but he knows how to use them so it hurts.
Personality: Falconstar can be rude and candid, but is really only looking out for his clan. He will put others before himself, but it doesn't make him appear nice. In fact, cats who don't know him think he is horrible. They don't understand how anyone could be in his clan. He snaps a lot, but has a tender side that he hardly ever brings out. He doesn't much like young cats, but he has a soft spot for all females. He isn't a womanizer...just believes it is a male's duty to protect them.
History: Falconkit was always the one ignored. He never cried or demanded things, so his mother and the other queens assumed he never needed anything. He was really only trying to be polite, but he ended up with a lot of nothing. The other kits would jump on him and pretend he was an enemy warrior; he never got to play the good guy. He got so used to being from another clan that at times he could hardly remember which clan he belonged to. That all changed at six moons.
Falconpaw's mentor was a snazzy she-cat who had just been released from the nursery after having her second litter. She had raised fine warriors, both apprentices and her own young, so Falconpaw was thrilled to receive her training. Needless to say, he learned a lot from her. She was lithe and alert. She always knew when to pay attention and when to walk away; when things needed seeing to and when it was fine to let things simmer. At an altercation on the Nightclan border, she received a permanent scar across her left eye and Falconpaw received a thick cut on his forepaw. He also received his first real experience with other clans before he became a warrior.
Falcontalon was quick to get in a fight. He was always itching to get back at Nightclan, especially, but never really got the oppertunity. In fact, his leader knew how badly he wanted revenge, so he refused to allow Falcontalon to attend gatherings. It took several moons for the over-anxious cat to simmer down, mostly with encouragement from his former mentor. Falcontalon was given his first apprentice at 17 moons. A rambunctious tom, it was hard to keep track of the puff of black fur. He always seemed to want to go someplace. A week before the cat's warrior ceremony, a monster on the highway took him to Starclan. Falcontalon became much more down-to-earth after that, and focused harder on his clan.
It didn't take much longer than that for cats to notice his dedication. He was made deputy at 25 moons...well aware he was the second choice. He was determined to prove to his clan that he could handle the responsibility, but remembered well what being over-eager could get. He grew into the role well, and when the leader died only nine moons later the clan would agree he was ready for the top spot. He became Falconstar, which he has remained ever since. |
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