Name: Whitestar Age: 47 moons Gender: male Clan: ShadowClan Rank: Leader Description: Whitestar is a medium sized tomcat. His fur is very oddly colored. He is white, ice white, with darker black, silver and gray tabby markings, starting very dark on his head and then turning to a lighter silver on his back, then dark again on his tail. His fur is medium lengthand very soft(more like kittypet fur), and he has a very long tail. But his markings is what he is known for among the Clans. He has very large green eyes, which are brighter than most cat's. Personality: Though Whitestar can be somewhat...um...mean, he can also be an amazing leader. He is always good in a crisis, and always puts others before himself. He loves battle, and is great at fighting. But he is a very...persuasive tom, could make any cat belive a rabbit was a fox if he wanted. whitestar is very smart, and catches on to tihngs others may not. Breed: mottled tabby History: The same as any cat. He was born into the Clan, with brothers and sisters and cats saw what he could do, and how he was. So he became deputy, then leader. RP Example A white shaped moves amons the snows of leaf-bare, black tiped tail dragging in the snow, as not to alert the rabbit he was stalking. Slowly Whitepaw moved closer...closer...trying to make his paws float on the white ground. He lept, claws outstreched. It bolted, but the white apprentice was faster. He landed on it, and bit into it's brown neck, killing it in an instant. His ears pricked up. Soemthing behind him had moved. He growled, bearing sharp white fangs and a very pink tong. "Who's there?" his voice bounced off of the snows echoed around him. He heared a yowl of joy as a black blurr rushed into him, nocking him over and into a pile of snow. He hissed in anger and threw off his friend. "Nightpaw! I thought you were an enemy warrior. Don't do that!" growled the small apprentice, tail lashing in anger but eyes shining with laughter. The black tom blinked. "You didn't hear me, then? That was my best stalk!!" he meowed happily, shaking the snow off of his long black pelt. Whitepaw blinked bright green eyes at Nightpaw. "You stalk like a two legged rabbit, Nightpaw." He meowed playfully, crouching and immitating a two legged crouch. Nightpaw jumped on him, and soon the two were in ful playfight mode, hisses and growls of pure joy echoing through the forest.
The two were covered in snow when they returned, shivering and wet from the melting water. A tortishell and white she-cat rushed over to the two toms, looking scared. "Whats wrong, Foxpaw?" meowed Nightpaw to Foxpaw-his sister. "It's Featherpaw just came back from hunting. Theres an attack coming!." She meowed worriedly, looking more at Whitepaw than her bother.