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« Thread Started on Mar 15, 2007, 2:55pm » | |
Name:
Bleachstar
Clan:
Desertclan
Is this their first clan?:
Yes
Status:
Leader
Gender:
Tom
History:
Bleachstar was born from a desertclan queen near a twoleg nest where himself, his mother, and his two siblings were caught and raised by twolegs. He was named Bleach by his owners due to his milky white fur and raised alongside many older, bad-tempered toms. His mother died shortly after his birth from malnourishment, and his siblings were sold. Leaving the younge Bleach alone in a house filled with strange cats and only memories of his mothers words to remind him of home.
Being raised by tomcats whose only way was to fight, Bleach was taught to fight for the limited food the twolegs gave, and hunt the bugs and rats that plauged the dirty house constantly. Being only freshly off his dead mothers milk, Bleach suffored several losses to older more experianced cats.
Eventually, he learned to watch the other toms to learn how they fought. Barely two moons later, The small, wirey tomcat fought like a starving mountain cat. He still suffered a loss every so often, but his hardend nature prevented him from staying down long. It also earned him several scars.
At a year old, he confronted Youko, the tom acknowledged as leader of the "housecats".
Using everything he had learned, Bleach and Youko fought for their lives in a circle of hungry eyes. It was fairly well-matched up until Youko slashed Bleach's shoulder open and Bleach went down. Just before Youko could end the younger cats life, Bleach rose and latched onto his throught, holding on with every bit of bitterness he had suffered through.
Youko did everything to tear the young tom from his throat, but stumbled several times until he finally managed to pull Bleach from his body.
Bleaches grip, however, proved stronger then Youko's. As he was pulled away, Youko's windpipe came away in his jaws and the leader of the vicious cats went down at the paws of Bleach.
The housecats hailed Bleach as their leader, and the young tom thought that it was time for him to return home.
Some of his housecat followers went with him into the forest. After a somewhat reluctant acceptance, he was given the name Bleachpelt, and recognized as a lost Desertclan warrior. Shortly after his return, the clan deputy died of greencough and Bleachpelt, being the strongest warrior (if the youngest) was made deputy.
Little less than a moon later, The clan leader, rumored to have four lives remaining, lost them all to a mysterious group of rouges who had invaded the camp.
And so, Bleachstar, Leader of Desertclan set his sights for something greater.
Appearance:
Bleachstar, true to his name, has a milky white pelt the same color and shade of human bleach. His hair is slightly longer then usual for a Desertclan cat, and his tail is roughly longer then is common for any cat. One of Bleachstars most identifiable features are his tree-bark-colored eyes, which are rumored to show a small bit of what his kithood was like.
Bleachstar is the kind of cat that never walks with his head down and tail drooping. When he comes into view, you know he's important simply because he carries his head high and his tail in a way that invites someone to try and lower it. Bleachstar makes it known around other cats that he's nothing to laugh at as he rarely goes anywhere or does anything with his claws sheathed. The long, miniature daggers create decorative scars on the inside of his den as well as on several cats pelts.
Bleachstars shoulders and all his body for that matter, are well-muscled with pink scar tissue showing just beneath his milky fur as testimony to his power and all the battles he's been through. His legs are about as long as an average cat, as running away is not one of his strong points.
Personality:
Bleachstars personality is about as certain as the weather; an impending storm at some times, or a bright and somewhat-sunny morning at others. One thing you can count on, however, is a low tolernace level and little respect for other clans boundaries.
In a good mood, Bleachstar doesn't mind kit's playing near him, or one of his followers asking him for help. Whether or not he'll actually help is anyones guess. In a bad, mood, You can bet that small kit's will cry or a poor, oblivious cat might end up with a missing eye or a maimed body part. Or dead.
Bleachstar has a strong dislike for anything that doesn't belong to him, as well as a covetous eye. He's not above stealing kits whenever the opportunity presents itself, or winning territory from other clans whenever available.
All in all, Bleachstar is not a cat to cross, good or bad mood, unless you happen to have an "in" with him.
IC:
His paws worked furiously, a feral snarl decorated his whiskered face. An angry yowl followed him from his sleep as Bleachstar awoke to his den. His rose to his paws and laced his way out of the camp.
Too many things to think of, Bleachstar broke into a run. He ran with all the speed and appearance of a moonbeam. A deadly, clawed moonbeam, yes, but still a moonbeam. His paws brought him to a small spring where his own reclection has waiting for him. Cold, glittering brown eyes stared at equlaly cold liquid eyes until Bleachstar became sick of his own reflection.
He sat down and looked up at the stars. 'Why do you test me like this? Why do you insist on tearing me apart?' No answer came, he hadn't really expected one.
He snarled all the rage in his heart at the coldy glittering bits of light. "Why then?!" He yowled, "What did I do?!" He clawed the ground beneath him, lashing the dirt with his tai and tearing the surface of the water with long claws.
Needless to say, he hadn't done anything. He was only a kit when the stars punished him. He yowled again. He yowled at the stars above his milky-white head, He yowled at his reflection in the water, and he yowled at every living thing with a passion that could shatter mountains.
Let the stars punish him then. Bleach, that small kit that learned to be on his own, would only laugh in spite.
As would Bleachstar, the cat who yowled with a manic rage as he looked down at the reflection of the small, milky-white tom that had killed to survive.
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Bleachstar|Desertclan Leader
Alto|Rouge
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