Post by { T H I N N Y } on May 3, 2011 17:26:49 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name:ThinkitThinpawThintailThinstar
Explanation: Thinstar was named for her sleek elegant body. She had always been the thinnest of the cats, no matter how much she ate.
Gender:Tomor she-cat
Age: 45 moons
Clan:CliffClan,BrushClan,WaveClan,GrassClan
Rank: Leader,Deputy, Medicine Cat, Warrior, Apprentice, Queen, Elder, Kit
APPEARANCE
Build: Skinny though fairly muscular.
Fur: A beautiful light cream color with some ash grey markings.
Eyes: A bright aqua green.
Markings: Ash grey on things such as the tips of her ears, tail, paws, much like a Siamese markings though far different looking. Not quite as dark and intense and her face is the same cream as her base coat.
Overall: Thinstar is a small and frail cat, though that doesn't mean she's fragile. Large muscles ripple underneath her pelt and even though a cat can be five times the size of her doesn't mean they can outfight her in a battle. That little fur-ball has loads of energy under her stern, wise face.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Can stay calm during hectic situations, can trick enemies into believing she's weak, has an ability for making right decisions, Not too hostile.
Negative Traits: Can get emotional quite easily, can get angry quite easily, sometimes shuts herself out from her clan until pulled back in, has problems trusting people.
Likes: To be loved, Loyal cats
Dislikes: Being called weak, Traitors
Fears: Fears large areas of water, her clan betraying her
Ideals: Prefers a cat who will surely stay loyal, a cat who will protect her despite what she may say.
Other: Thinstar can have quite an attitude, and sometimes her glowing eyes glow not because of her special gift, but because of anger and aggression. She's completely against fighting when fighting is not needed, and would do anything to protect her clan, of course, though sometimes she is tempted to drag them right into battle just to see the other clans bleed on the ground. After this might happen she will of course see what she has done wrong, but so far she hasn't screwed up so she hasn't had the chance to learn from her mistakes.
Thinstar may be aggressive, but she does want love to. She longs to care about a tom and for a tom to keep her warm in her cold, lonely den at night. Despite her aggressive side, she really is quite a softy. She liked kits and apprentices because they remind her of her kithood and her apprentice, though this may cause her to get emotional.
HISTORY
Family: Mooncrest, died in GrassClan battle - Mother . Thornbrush, died in same battle - Father.
History:
When Thinstar was Thinkit, she was a tiny little bundle of pure energy. She spent her time running around the nursery, wondering when she'd become an apprentice. She would watch the warriors clean the nursery with interest, overwhelmed by the fact she'd be that big one day and her denmates couldn't make fun of her anymore when she towered so far overhead them! When the elders told the kits tales of battles and when StarClan gave them their powers she seemed to be the only one listening and not fidgeting with the other kits or staring at something outside.
She wasn't pleased when she still wasn't bigger as she grew into an apprentice. Her apprentice stage was when she really seemed to grow up. Instead of running around the den she spent time respecting her leader's orders. She obeyed the warrior code and looked up to her leader so greatly that when her leader even looked her way she felt a shock run through her spine. Her leader was something of royalty to her.
Now, when she became a warrior and her leader gave her ceremony it was the best feeling she had ever had. Thintail. Her name had been Thintail. And it was perfect, because it was granted by her leader. Her fabulous, perfect leader. Would she ever be able to be so amazing?
Soon little Thintail had her own apprentice. She was intent on training this apprentice to be a great warrior one day. She trained long and hard, though was careful not to overstress the little apprentice. Soon, he was the best apprentice in the clan. Thintail felt the same rush bolt through her when her apprentice became a warrior and received his own special name.
Thintail seemed to have lit a spark in her previous leader, Trunkstar's, eyes. He seemed to always appoint her for duties even before she was a deputy. Her deputy then, Rustclaw, didn't see anything wrong as this. In her eyes, Thintail was just a small cat eager to learn. One day, Thintail had finally mustered up the courage to strut into her leader's den and asked why he appointed her for so many duties. His simple reply was, "You are one of the most loyal cats in the clan, Thintail. One of the few I would be able to trust with my nine lives."
While on a border patrol, Rustclaw claimed she could smell something unfamiliar and the patrol split up. After that, the clan couldn't find Rustclaw anywhere. Her scent stopped completely at one point and nobody ever found out what happened.
After waiting until moonrise Trunkstar finally announced Rustclaw would not be returning back and it was time to appoint a new deputy. Eyes shining brightly, he appointed none other than Thintail.
While she was deputy Nighteyes claimed they should attack GrassClan. At first Thintail didn't think that they should do so, though their leader agreed before she could stop the war. She tried to speak to her leader about it, though they went on with it anyways. Despite better judgement, Thintail fought with all her might and received several scars in that battle. That battle was the worst thing that had happened in her life. She had lost almost everything that had meaning to her. Her mother and father passed fighting the battle as well as her beloved leader. Even her little apprentice died.
Nighteyes was soon pronounced an imposter. She had known it all along, though the only punishment she gave was for Nighteyes to be banished. Some days she looks back and wonders why she hadn't murdered the cat who lied to them and sent her parents, apprentice, and leader to StarClan when they were far too young.
Thintail soon became Thinstar under the will of StarClan. She leads the clan with all her brainpower, focus, and strength under her loved one's eyes. She's sure they're watching her from StarClan.
Recently, several foxes had been discovered in her quaint little clan. When the patrol had returned with the news, she was furious. "Double the patrols. I won't have those creatures killing off my cats." Not just because it would be one less set of paws to help the clan, but also because her heart couldn't take the stress of so many cats dying at once. This trait, however, she hid fairly well as she addressed the warriors to do so.
