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Dunestar ~ WindClan
« Thread Started on Sept 10, 2006, 7:09pm »

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name: >> Dunestar

gender: >> tom

clan: >> WindClan

age: 36 moons

rank: Leader

personality: Dunestar is a caring soul, a fierce leader with true heart of a warrior. He battles to protect his Clan with all nine lives, and lives up to the warrior code, supporting it in all of his Clan members. While his tongue can occasionally be sharp, and he has little tolerance for disobedience for the warrior code, he shows a warmer side most of the time. He would not be too quick to jump at the request to join the Clan from rogues or kittypets when the Clan is at its best, but recently the leaf-bares have been hard and too many kits lost means that Dunestar would be more willing to allow outsiders in. If a cat needed shelter, without having to stay forever, he would give it with open paws. As a father, he can empathize with queens and toms with families of their own, and has a perfect understanding of the young cat. His claws are sharp, his eyes ready; Dunestar would be a wonderful ally, and the last enemy a cat would ever meet.

description: >> As his name instates, Dunestar has a sandy-ginger pelt, though it is nearly as light as a pale cream tabby. His stripes give more of a bronze shine off in the light, sometimes seeming to even be separate from his pelt. The leader's build is sturdy, quite uncommon for a WindClan cat, as he is not quite as lithe as his Clanmates. This being said, he is still quite a speedy fighter, quick on his paws and powerful in every swipe of his ivory-clawed paw. Dunestar's tail is thick, with bronze ringlets alternating with the sand-color of his base pelt. His pawpads' color can compare to that of the young rose, not quite red, but a dull pink, ready to brighten when they can. The eyes upon this tom are an unusual deep, forest green, and his ears are slightly large, aiding his hearing. He is well adapted for the moorland, and laced with mucle across every limb.

history: Dunestar, of course, started as Dunekit, borne into WindClan prematurely, deep in leaf-bare. His mother was blessed with a litter of eight; extremely large, and unfortunately, all but him and his sister, Sandkit, died of hunger that winter.

Dunekit grew. He seemed to grow more quickly than any other WindClan kit. It seemed that he went from tiny runt to apprentice-sized in three moons. He became tight-knit with his sister, and an unbreakable bond formed between the two.

Three moons later, the pair were apprenticed to marvelous mentors. Apparently, the two got the mischevious streak that apprentices often get. They wrought havoc often, "forgetting" to dry the elders' bedding, feeding themselves before the Clan.

Though, like all naughty apprentices, Sandpaw and Dunepaw learned their lesson soon enough, and made fine warriors; Sandstripe and Dunewind.

The night of their warrior vigil, the two new warriors grew closer than ever, as if StarClan had sent strength down to them. They were young, but seemed to possess wisdom beyond their age.

As if it was fate, a mere six moons later, a mass rogue attack was launched on the Clan. Their leader, Dawnstar, was on her last life now, and the deputy had died.

Dunewind didn't expect to be made deputy, but he was. And he was supported thoroughly, even though he was quite young to be so close to leading a Clan. No cat questioned him, even though he did not instill fear into any of his Clanmates.

When greencough settled in that leaf-bare, Dawnstar caught it. With her choked dying breath, Dunewind was given her blessing as she passed away, padding through StarClan to guide him. Two days later, Dunewind made his vigil to the Moonpool, to be greeted by his deputy, old leader, fallen siblings, and his dearest friend who was slaughtered by the rogues to recieve his nine lives.

The rest is history.

relationships: >> sister // sandstripe; >> daughter// mustangpaw; son// wildpaw; mate// silvermask

other: >> finish later, and I need a roleplayer for Silvermask, Sandstripe, and Wildpaw! Please contact me!

« Last Edit: Sept 11, 2006, 6:25am by >> dreamweaver »

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