Maskedstar [Maskedface?] | Bloodclan [FINISHED]

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Name: Maskedstar
Clan: BloodClan
Age: 48 moons [4 years]
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Leader
Short Description: Shorthaired mink tom with glacier eyes and a small white blaze.
Appearance:

As a large tom, Maskedstar was often tripping over his own feet as a kitten. It made him a poor runner when he was younger, but now that he has grown into his body, he is a reasonable sprinter. There are faster cats then him, because he hasn't had practice running as a kit. When he runs, you can see the bulging muscles ripple beneath the shorthaired coat.

However, when he doesn't run, you can clearly see his mink coat, the light brown body with a black tail, black legs, and a black mask and ears. His jowls are white, with a small blaze running between his glacier blue eyes, which flicker ominously, betraying no emotion. His chin is a shade of brown. Not to dark - but not as light as the rest of his body. His nose is mostly a pinkish flesh colour, but it has one little black spot above the right nostril. His whisker's are a snowy white, they grow in abundance, useful to him in a dark alleyway, because he can almost see the vibrations of the air as an animal moves or the wind changes direction.

Personality:

Maskedstar's eyes tell you everything you really need to know about him. He's cold, ruthless, and likes tormenting other cats. He enjoys a good joke among some of his closest clanmates, but he wouldn't die for these clanmates. That's one of the biggest reasons he was kicked out of ThunderClan. He's still loyal to part of the warrior code, and that's why, when he came to BloodClan, he kept his name, and when he became leader, he added a "star" to the end of it.

Maskedstar isn't the kit loving kind of cat. He still remembers both Fisherkits, and the first one still haunts his memory. The tree struck down by lightning, falling, him yelling pointlessly over the crack of thunder. That's another reason he came to the city. After the accident, he felt that trees were one of his enemies. They could fall and kill a cat at any moment. Maskedstar doesn't understand why cats use them for protection. He prefers rooftops, human boxes, things that are more rooted the ground.

History:

[.family.]
not important to him anymore

[.maskedkit.]
Maskedkit was born in ThunderClan, yet now he forces himself to forget his parents' names'. However, try as he might, he still remembers his sister, Fisherpaw. Fisherkit and Maskedkit were inseparable, yet the kittens were different in mostly every single ways. Maskedkit was a mink tom, adventurous, rude, mean. Fisherkit was an orange tabby she-cat, shy, quiet, calm. Their father had once said they were like two cats connected by burrs. However. due to an unfortunate accident near the ThunderClan camp, Fisherkit died with multiple abrasions and internal injuries. Some of the ThunderClan cats said that, after the incident, Maskedkit became colder, more secluded.

[.maskedpaw.]
Maskedkit received his apprentice name, Maskedpaw, with ill ease because he knew Fisherkit should have been awarded her apprentice name as well. But he endured the mental agony, having a great mentor in Silvertooth, and he slowly began to fall in love with his shining mentor. He shot her side glances whenever they were training, and he was glad when she had to visually explain something, because it gave him a reason to watch her. Even up to the days of his leaving, he still had a enormous crush on her.

[.maskedface/maskedstar.]
Five days after Maskedpaw was christened Maskedface, his parents had a new litter of kittens. One, a replica of Fisherkit, was granted her name. Maskedface avoided that little kitten like the plague, but it was difficult because she had taken an interest in him, and would not leave him alone. Whenever he went out hunting or on border patrol, usually with Silvertooth, the little kitten would follow him. She had one characteristic unknown to the old Fisherkit. Bravery. She was shy to new cats, and was kind to all, but while the old Fisherkit would have preferred the stay at home, the new had a desire to be away from home.

All through this time, the leader, deputy, and senior warriors were growing wary of Maskedface. He had already shown that he cared more for himself than the clan, leaving suddenly during a battle. And another thing - he made some of the cats feel uncomfortable, especially when he looked them in the eyes. When they talked to him about leaving the clan, he at first appeared fine with the idea, walking slowly away, then turned suddenly and killed one senior warrior, blindly slashing out with his claws. Horrified, he saw that he had mortally wounded Silvertooth. he couldn't stay here, not now. So he ran, yowling into the night.

Falling into the city, he discovered BloodClan, and was offered a position as the cats noticed his obvious size and strength. He accepted on the condition that he could keep is name. They agreed, and about a year later he was named leader by the dying leader. Astonished but proud, he changed his name to Maskedstar, and though some of the clan showed their obvious disappointment he took it into stride.

IC:

Maskedstar pranced along the dirt splattered streets, his paws rapping the solid concrete and necklace of teeth dangling musically from beneath his muzzle. His ice cold eyes searching the road, he stopped short and watched as a Two-Leg placed carrion inside a strange box. Stupid humans, he said to himself. They get mad when BloodClan opens those boxes up, but they don't realize that the large monsters take the carrion to Carrionplace, where BloodClan eats it anyway!

Laughing to himself, Maskedstar padded his way toward the box and let out a ear-piercing yowl, just so the Two-Leg would look back at him. It did, and Maskedstar took this as an opportunity to knock down the box down. Shooting a superior look to the Two-leg, who was standing stock-still, he walked calmly away from the box and continued his journey along the disgusting road.

Reinforced nails clicking, he trotted down a dark, rancid alley. A flash of red and black seared past his line of vision, and he had and idea to who he was dealing with.

"Gave you a scare, did I now Maskedstar?", came an oily yet feminine voice from behind a pile of bones. The way she had said "star" told him she was in the group who had never really wanted him appointed as leader. A light drizzle had begun, and Maskedstar's mink fur had started to plaster against his body.

"No!", he growled defensively. "No, you didn't Rancour!"

It was a guess to the cat's identity, but as lightning flashed, Maskedstar could tell he was right. A sudden glimpse of the tortoiseshell fur was all he needed to see. I was Rancour, and suddenly he felt exposed, like a kitten trying to face a badger. Rancour had not been made leader because she had no leading ability, but if it had only about fighting skills, Rancour would surely have one the position.

With a yowl, Rancour leapt onto Maskedstar's mink body, her reinforced claws extended and looking to rip apart flesh. Maskedstar bared his teeth, which had been sharpened to a deathly point. Before Rancour could reach him, a bolt of lightning shot into her path, leaving her sprawled in the overflowing alley. Shaken, Maskedstar slowly crept away from her lifeless body.



[note: i'm not sure if BloodClan has a leader or not, because there isn't one on the front page so...yeah. but if there is one, i'll change this to deputy.]