Post by Ozz on Dec 1, 2011 12:58:34 GMT -5
palestar
PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF, I'M A MAN OF WEALTH AND TASTE. I'VE BEEN AROUND, FOR A LONG, LONG YEAR, AND STOLEN MANY A MAN'S SOUL AND FAITH.
PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF, I'M A MAN OF WEALTH AND TASTE. I'VE BEEN AROUND, FOR A LONG, LONG YEAR, AND STOLEN MANY A MAN'S SOUL AND FAITH.
name...Palekit,Palepaw,Palefur, Palestar
age...92 moons
gender...Male
clan...LionClan
position...Leader
species...African Lion
apperance...
Palestar isn't a small lion, but then again, he's not a monster in size. In fact, he's rather average, if just a little skinny. He's a rather dashing example of a lion, with his strong muscles, thick mane, and the almost constant knowing glint in his pale eyes. That's right, pale eyes. His eyes aren't the typical golden brown color that others posses.That's right, Palestar is a genetic anomaly. He's not a warm brown in color, with black on the ears, and his mane isn't a golden brown, or black in color. In fact, it's the same color as his body's fur. A pale cream color, something that doesn't really lend itself to keeping hidden. In fact, it sort of prevents him from hiding well at night, especially if they have an eye out for him. His eyes which aren't startling blue or green in color, are set at a normal width from one another, though they are a washed out color, giving him a drained look over all. The few scars that this lion does have, are found in his ears, across his face, shoulders and some on his haunches. The worst of these are on his left on his face. The scars seem to start at the corner of his mouth, and draw down towards his neck, disappearing into his thick mane.
personality...
Dishonest Palestar wouldn't call it lying, really. He'd call it turning the situation in his favor. He'll lie to anyone to get what he wants. A lover, a family member, another Clan leader. He also considers that it's not lying, more just like telling his version of the truth. That's why you gotta be a little careful about what you have to say or ask him, because you may be getting his side of the story, but not the true nor full story. He dislikes being cast in a dark light, and so the things he says often cast him in a better light than what the truth would have.
Confident Some people ooze slime, others ooze uncertainty, he oozes confidence. He knows what he knows, and if he doesn't, well, he'll do his best to make you think he does. He doesn't expect rejection, and to be honest, he doesn't often get it. Some would say that his confidence is tinged with the atmosphere of a predator. Go figure. He can easily upset those that are a bit more shy, or are all bluster. In the occasions that he does in fact get rejected, he's smooth enough that he'll offer a congratulations, and then go side with your enemy. He's petty, like that. A bit like a spoiled child, if he doesn't get what he wants, he'll gladly take the side of your enemy, and watch you drown. He doesn't like to get rejected, and he'll make you regret that particular life choice, if it is within his power.
Ambitious You could say that it's in his blood to be looking for the next hand hold up in life. Palestar doesn't care who he steps on in the process of moving upward and onward, honestly. Your mother, your father, your little sister, even you. If you can give him a hand up, well, you had better expect he'll take it. The only thing that may cause to give him a pause to think, is if it concerns himself or his cats.He knows the only place that is truly safe is at the very top of the food chain, the ladder, the pyramid. If you're there, then you don't have to worry about looking up, but rather looking down at those you've stepped on, and knocking them from their pedestal like goal. He enjoys gaining leverage over whoever he can, and if it's you, well, that's all the better, now isn't it.
Polite As expected from someone who comes from his upbringing, he has manners that are simply delightful. He sees no point in being rude to those who he may need to use, get help from later. To alienate everyone around you before you know them is stupid, even if you do find them to be simple and rather dull. Manners is always the best remedy to idiots, and often you'll get manners rather than temper from Palestar. It takes quite a bit for him to actually drop his manners, even if he's suggesting you pack up and get out of the area before dawn. When conducting a meeting of any sort, you can bet that he's the one to know everyone's name.
Punctual Palestar doesn't get fussy about much, really. However, when it comes to being on time to anything and everything? Well, he'll throw such a fit if he's late that you'll find yourself thinking of a small kit. Timing is important to him, and to be late sends the wrong message to others. Being too early also sends a message, to which he rather doesn't care for either. His temper of being stopped on his way to somewhere is not really something you don't want to see. It's a sure way to get close and personal with his claws and fangs. It's just better not to anger him. It's just, it's not in his nature to be late, going anywhere.
Callous Some say it's genetic within his family, to be cold and cruel. Palestar follows in his family's footsteps quite nicely. The pain and suffering of others is something he doesn't care to concern himself with, not that he'd particularly show any interest in the first place. To him, most other cats are nothing more than tools to be used by an artist constructing a life around themselves. To hurt someone physically or mentally is not his problem. He doesn't care if you're a new father and want to spend time with your kits. Do that on your time, not on his. Also, unless he holds some sort of fondness for you in particular, he'll happily feed you to the dogs, piece by piece.
history...
Kit Palestar, was born Palekit to LionClan. He was the youngest as well as the palest out of his three other siblings. Besides him, there were two sisters and one brother. Honeykit, Sandkit, and Stormkit, were his siblings. Stormkit was the oldest, and named due to the storm that had been raging outside when his mother had them, but the loud wails his brother had spit out, probably aided in getting him his name. His sisters, Honeykit and Sandkit were almost twins in color, though Honeykit was slightly lighter in color. Though he was the youngest out of the four of them, he was the most determined to get what he wanted. His parents, Thornclaw and Smallflower, were more than surprised at his milky fur when he was born. There had been other kits born, in the history of their Clan, that had the same white fur as their youngest son, but they never thought they'd have one themselves. Not that they loved him any less than their other three kits. It was just a little strange.
Through his kit-hood, Stormkit and Palekit were constantly trying to outdo one another. Stormkit was the biggest of the litter, and could easily bowl his three siblings over. Honeykit was next in age, though she cared deeply for all of her siblings, and Sandkit was happy to side with Stormkit. Palekit was, well, desperate would be a strong word, but he was keen to get his parents approval, and he let little to nothing stop him. He learned that he could use his mind, rather than just rely constantly on his body to take down those that tried to stop him from obtaining what it was that he wanted.
Apprentice The four cubs became apprentices together, Palepaw, Sandpaw, Honeypaw, and Stormpaw. Palepaw was already considered a freak for his pale fur, and the older apprentices often let him know just what they thought of having to share a den with such an oddity. He was apprenticed to an older lion by the name of Hawktalon, a strong warrior, who had more than his share of scars, and knowledge. At first, there was nothing more than common acceptance between the two, but as they started to learn one another, a strange friendship grew between the two. Hawktalon taught him many things that he still uses to this day, and the fact that they were rather similar in personality, also had a hand in how his mind developed.
Sure enough, as all young ones will, Palepaw started to notice the other gender out of the apprentices. A pretty little lioness with distinctive eye markings Morningpaw, her name was, and she was a female who knew her mind, and was rather disdainful of those that tried to tell her what she thought or knew. She was a dream for Palepaw. A dream that his brother was determined to take from him. Their rivalry had only grown and it was slowly getting worse as they aged. They were just too different, and their dislike for one another was something that worried Honeypaw. Not even the death of their father brought them closer. Morningpaw was there for the four siblings, though she was squished between the two brothers, who glared at each other through out the vigil.
In the end though, nothing too unusual happened in their training, they learned and were tested through-out their apprenticeship, and it appeared that Palepaw just might get the girl and win the day. At least, in his mind.
Warrior The four siblings became warriors within days of one another, Palepaw to Palefur, Stormpaw to Stormcall, Honeypaw to Honeynose, and Sandpaw to Sandpelt. The four new sibling-warriors sat their vigils, and it seemed as if their life began anew. Morningpaw had become Morningcloud a moon or so before the siblings, and she was more than happy to have others around her age, to bond with. As the suns and moons passed, Morningcloud and Palefur grew closer, and closer, while Stormcall and Sandpelt watched, irritated by their odd looking brother, and Honeynose was happy to see her kin fall in love. Three moons after becoming a warrior, their happy family was shattered yet again, when one of their sisters died. Sandpelt, had met her end when she angered a snake, with a bite that could kill before there was time to get help to her. Palefur, despite losing now two of his kin, felt as if he could go no higher. His family, besides Honeynose and his mother, were rather apathetic to him and he vice versa. Well, not quite.
Six moons after becoming warriors, the culmination of the sibling rivalry came to be seen. A border skirmish went horridly wrong, and severe injuries were to be had by several members of the patrol. However, the strangest and most wounding fight that occurred during it, was between Stormcall and Palefur. The two brothers went after each other as if they were enemies, claws tearing into fur and skin, and teeth seeking to injure the other. Stormcall, officially won the fight, if you wanted to look at it that way, as it was Palefur who backed out of the fight, after his face was torn open. His brother's claws had hooked the corner of his mouth, and ripped along the right side of his face, and down his neck, and the wound bled liberally. Despite the attempts of the medicine cat, the wounds became infected, and Palefur fell quite ill. By time he came out of it, he was almost two moons older than he had been, and the scars were raised and angry looking.
His first apprentice was assigned shortly after he found out that Morningcloud was pregnant with his kits. He was excited, though only the closest would know what to look for to tell. The apprentice was a shy little cub by the name of Stonepaw, who wasn't quite sure of his own body's abilities. To say that he was less than thrilled with the timid tom was an understatement. He often lost his patience with the apprentice, and it wasn't until the young cat finally snapped back at him that he finally admitted that perhaps the lion had potential. He taught Stonepaw certain tricks that had worked for him, and helped the apprentice more than what was considered standard. Stonepaw would become Stonefang, shortly after his kits were born.
Morningcloud had given birth to two tiny kits, a male and female. His son, Sunkit, looked like his mother, golden and be-spotted. His daughter, Whitekit, looked just like him, pale fur and all. Proud, he was yes, like any father would be at the birth of his children. Stonepaw, who at the time had slowly been getting closer to his mentor, was rather amused to see just how his normally stoic mentor acted with his cubs.
Eventually, Stonepaw became Stoneclaw, and he was once again a free warrior, to do his warrior duties, and spend time with his mate and his kits. It became apparent, quite quickly, that Sunkit was more inclined to be like his mother, while Whitekit was more like her father, cool and calculating to her brother's kind warmth. That didn't stop him from coaching both cubs into learning the proper way to crouch.
Deputy Palefur became deputy shortly after his kits became 'paws. Much to his displeasure, his brother, Stormcall was assigned Sunpaw. His son was more timid than his sister, and the fact that his brother saw his family as an extension of him, did not help the feeling of unease. As deputy, he saw his share of skirmishes, and other things that was simple Clan life. His mother died of white-cough shortly after he gained the rank, and for the first time in a long time, he felt as if something had been taken from him.
It was the beginning of the end, honestly. Morningcloud never saw her kits become warriors, as she fell ill, with a disease that never responded to treatment. She died in her sleep, and it was all Palefur could do to stay by her side during the last night, and not try and bargain with StarClan to bring her back to him, to take his life instead. His children were all he had left, aside from his two remaining siblings, one of which he loathed with a great intensity. As a deputy, he saw his children made warriors, Sunspot and Whitestep. He saw many kits born into the Clan, elders die, warriors become injured, and life go on. It was difficult to do the same. His Morningcloud was gone, and his kits were grown, and didn't need him, not really. However, it was when the leader died, that he had no choice but to step up and care for his Clan.
