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dragonstar
COULD YOU KILL ME IF THE WORLD WAS ON FIRE
AND NOTHING WAS LEFT BUT HOPE AND DESIRE

NAME... Dragonstar
AGE... Thirty two moons
GENDER... Male
CLAN... Tigerclan
POSITION... Leader
SPECIES... Bengal Tiger

APPEARANCE...

Dragonstar is rather large for a tiger, but then again this is to be fully expected. White tigers, through some linked gene of sorts, have always been a bit bigger. Considering his color disadvantage within Tigerclan territory, of course his size is a useful thing. His shoulders and ribcage are both rather broad, even if he does somehow manage to squeeze through tight places by some miracle. His face matches this, with an almost flat look about it, though it still has all the right curved features, however shallow those dips may be. He is not particularly covered with stripes, though he isn't missing any anywhere either, and his stripes are not faded like some white tigers. His nose is black, surrounding a jagged-edged splash of pink. His eyes are blue and almost a little too small, giving him a more regal look. There is a chunk out of his right ear from his time before he was part of the clan, and is the singular physical reminder of his first few moons.

PERSONALITY...

Dragonstar is an odd cat. He's lonely but at the same time happy to be alone. He hates being around other cats, yet in a way he wants to have friends. He's not necessarily a loner or outcast, most cats just stay away from him because of his attitude. He gives everyone the cold shoulder, and most usually think he'd be better off as a rogue, even though he'd give his life for any of his clan members in an instant.

No one's been able to get through the thick shell he's built around himself, and most every cat thinks that no one ever will. He's commonly found sitting at the edge of the crowd, staring longingly, as if he wants to be in there, chatting with friends and his clan's warriors, but he never even tries to go into the crowd. He knows that once he does, he'll panic.

Dragonstar, although distanced from the other cats, is a great hunter and even better warrior. He commonly uses hunting moves to launch an attack on an opponent, then, once on top of the other cat, will go into a full out battle rage, scratching, clawing, and biting until the other feline turns tail and runs, or he loses his life fighting for his clan. He's perfectly happy with either outcome, as long as he knows he's doing all he can do to keep his "family" safe.

HISTORY...

Dragonstar just turned up one day in the Tigerclan camp, a small kit with his eyes just recently opened, stumbling around to find someplace warm with food. No cat knows his origins, except Dragonstar himself, and he's not about to tell anyone. The day he was born was the only good day in his life, until he got to the clan, of course. He was born among rogues, only to be taken away from his mother the next day and put in with another she-cat's litter. The she-cat despised him, not wanting take him in. He rarely got food. He was constantly clawed and bit and hissed at by the others, who held pleasure in taunting him. As soon as he could, he fled in the night, avoiding any cats he came across until he became almost too weak to go on. That's when he found Tigerclan. He has never looked back and not felt hatred.

He grew up to be a tough apprentice, taking anything dished out at him and dealing it back, better when he could. Whenever he got hurt, he shrugged it off as if it was nothing, because, to him, it was nothing. He became a young warrior quickly, sooner than was expected of any cat. He handled it perfectly, as if he'd been at the right age. Still, there were days when a cat would walk into the warrior den to see him with a cold, hardened look in his eyes, scaring most of the other cats. There were always the few who tried to talk to him on those days. A warning snarl made them leave him alone. He learned to hide that haunted look from his eyes, but still most are scared to talk to him, afraid it's 'one of his days'.