Paintedwing [star]

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NAME// Paintedwing [star]
AGE// 37 Moons
GENDER// Female
CLAN// ZephyrClan
DESIRED POSITION// Leader
SHORT DESCRIPTION// Spotted tuxedo she-cat with alluring blue-green eyes.


DESCRIPTION//

Long and lengthy, this she-cat is very nimble and quick on her paws. Her entire body is well-proportioned, designed to be quick and agile. Her paws are small; while her legs and tail are long. Her legs lead up to her torso, which is long but strong. Even in the midst of starvation, you would be able to see the muscles that make up her build. Her torso is accompanied by a spotted pelt; similar to that of a tuxedo cats. If you took off the splotches of black, you would be left with a snow-white she-cat. Instead of the traditional tuxedo-breed coloring, her black fur appears in spots and splotches all along her flank and body. From far away, she could very well be mistaken for a small calf.
Her head, while large in personality, is small in comparison to her body. She has large, cupped ears, which are purely white with black tips. If you look farther down into her face, you would discover her deep blue-green eyes. They range in color, varying on the light or time of day. They are usually a turquoise green, but can look either crystal blue or moss green. She has black teardrops extending down from the corners of her eyes, which have very small black underlinings. The teardrops extend down to her jaw, where the abruptly end, for her muzzle is pure white. Her nose is a charcoal black, the coloring extending up to the left eye-brow; only on the left side, though.
Thus, you have Paintedstar's personality.

PERSONALITY//

The she-cat may have a small head, but her personality is large. She is very protective of her clan, and would do anything for it, just as any clan leader. She is arrogant, but not selfish. Two of her most outstanding traits would be her devotion and determination. She would never give up unless absolutely no hope remained; or it was best for her clan. She would risk all of her lives to prove to her clan that she is loyal. Along with being loyal comes the trait of always doing what's right, and the ability to trust life to the fullest. She believes strongly in StarClan, never doubting them.
Although she has many positive traits, her negative traits sometimes outweigh her positive ones. For one, she is very thick-headed; very stubborn, often never changing her mind. This also means she would never admit she was wrong; even if she knew it from the beginning. Another negative trait would be that she is often to risky and daring; like a newly-made apprentice. She often dives head-on into things without fully thinking them through. She also finds herself too-quick to trust, and too forgiving. Unless someone has done her wrong in ways even StarClan could not forgive, she can forgive, but never forget.
StarClan chose her to lead, though, because of her ability to think on her feet, handle responsibility, and her sense of knowing right from wrong. Although she sometimes finds herself doubting herself, she knows StarClan chose her for leader because of her skills, and she always tries her best; no matter the situation.

EXPERIENCE//

Kithood Born in a litter of two; Paintedkit was a lucky kit. She was born on a hot day, along with her sister, Cherrykit, with the parents of Petalfur and Darkclaw. At birth, Paintedkit was weak, never leaving her mothers side. The medicine cat said she would not survive past two moons, but she proved him wrong. Although she struggled through the first few moons of her life, she soon became the strongest kit in the nrusery. Often play-fighting with Cherrykit, she always had ambitions and dreams of one day becoming the leader of ZephyrClan. At the age of four moons, there was border dispute, and her father was badly wounded. He was confined to the medicine cats den due to an infected flank wound for a moon. After the moon had passed, and the wound had still not healed properly, the medicine cat began worrying. Paintedkit and Cherrykit, however, had no idea their father was in danger of losing his life. They continued to play innocently until he passed away two sunrises before their apprentice ceremony.

Apprenticehood After receiving her apprentice name of Paintedpaw, the grief for her father was pushed aside. Paintedpaw's dreams of becoming leader still held true; and she would do anything to prove she was worthy. She always tried to catch the biggest prey, usually failing. She never got her spirits down though, which is good, because she eventually became a very skilled hunter. Her sister, Cherrypaw, however, was more intent on becoming the best warrior in battle. The two sisters had been close all throughout their kit-hood, but they soon split, realizing the difference in their dreams. Paintedpaw soon found herself lonely, despite the constant training from her mentor.
After three moons of training, her mentor was killed in a battle, right in front of Paintedpaw. Blaming herself for his death, she refused to commit to anything for the next moon, often just laying in camp. Then, one day, Cherrypaw forced her to go into the forest, where she realized that she needed to try her best, no matter what, if she were to succeed in her dreams. From there on out, she tried even harder than before, proving to herself more than her clanmates, that she would one-day make a worthy leader.

Warriorhood Moons passed until her final assessment, which ended up being several sunrises after Cherrystorm. Passing with flying colors, her leader called a clan meeting the next day. When her leader summoned her forward, she became distracted by a passing butterfly. She clawed at it in the air, unaware of her clanmates stares, until she caught it, stripping it of its wings. Hot with embarrassment, she realized what she had done. Instead of punishing her, her leader gave her her warrior name this way; Paintedwing.
From there on out, Paintedwing made private goals to show her leader and clan that she was right for leading the clan. She woke up early, volunteered for many patrols, and hunted privately to feed the clan. This was until she realized her liking to another cat in the clan. Cherrystorm had pointed out her tendency to choose him for patrols, and they often slept close in the warriors den. Refusing the acknowledge it in front of anyone but herself, she soon ignored him in camp. He noticed this, and became quite discouraged. This was until Paintedwing took him aside one day, and explained it was only for the clans good. Hurt but understanding, the tom agreed to only be friends.
Paintedwing knew better, in her heart, though, because several moons after, he passed away. Utterly crushed, she began moping again, until one clan meeting. Her leader gave her a new responsibility; an apprentice of her own. She vowed to train her apprentice well, and never let anything happen to him.
She succeeded, raising him to a fine warrior. He turned out to be one of the finest fighters in the clan, next to her sister. This was, ultimately, her sisters downfall though. Only several moons after being made a warrior, her apprentice murdered Cherrystorm. He told Paintedwing, but made her promise to keep it a secret from the clan. This killed Paintedwing, she knew the clan deserved to know, but she was scared, for the killer tom was planning on becoming deputy.

Deputyship Two moons after the horrible secret was revealed to her, Paintedwing was made deputy after the current one passed away from greencough. Proud but scared, Paintedwing was scared for her life, afraid her own apprentice may try to murder her anytime. She soon became guarded and aloof, losing many of her friends in the clan. Then, one day, news that her old apprentice had disappeared arrived. He was last spotted on a border patrol. He never came back, giving Paintedwing her old personality back.

OTHER//

I'm planning on making a thread about her recieving her nine lives if she's accepted. <3

RPG SAMPLE:
note: this is just taken from one of my previous roleplaying sites. I swear by it.

The morning's frost coated the backs of the trees, rimming each twig with chilly iridescence. Those few russet leaves which clung stubbornly to their parents too were dusted with cold; they and their brethren on the forest floor below. They crunched, splintered, beneath the heavy tread of the stone-gray tomcat-- his massive paws could do nothing to avoid them. Luckily, the warrior was not on the hunt, this morning.

Riptalon of ThunderClan was, in fact, on patrol. He was headed for the RiverClan 'border', or at least what had once served as one. Since he and Hawkwing's most recent arrangement, it had become more of a blurred, half-remembered line. The river served as a better 'border' nowadays, at least on the ThunderClan side, since most of the grizzled leader's warriors did not care to swim-- but that was slowly changing, too. The alliance was more than he'd ever hoped for-- peace, most of all. So much blood had been spilled over Sunningrocks before...

If only Elkstar, with his pride, had been able to see this-- perhaps it would be he in Riptalon's place right now. It was becoming harder and harder to see, as he once had, whether that was what he wanted anymore. From the moment he'd appointed his own deputy, Riptalon had been wishing things would never have happened the way they had-- after all, why would he be happy? The forest had lost contact with StarClan, Riptalon had been thrust into a position of power he was hardly suited to, and ThunderClan was alone.

All of it was changing now. Was he becoming more independent? More self-sufficient? Winter was drawing near-- almost two seasons, separated from the warrior ancestors he'd thought they could never survive without. He felt like things were flourishing. The day was brighter, cats of both River and ThunderClan were beginning to see things more eye-to-eye-- it was as if not merely the border between the two Clans had been altered, but the one between his old life and his new one as well.

Sometimes, it was almost hard to even tell the difference...

He was happy about that, though. He didn't need to have to worry about or long for the past. Why, what with everything that had gone on, and everything he'd strengthened in... Riptalon wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't unite the whole forest in harmony. Nah, that's a bit too ambitious for me. He'd stick to normal old patrols. And if RiverClan and ThunderClan were a little closer, now... well, he couldn't forget about their other neighbor. If anything, that just made ShadowClan seem farther away.

His sharp yellow eyes looked over the Thunderpath, pausing for a moment and glancing back for Mockingbird, the other member of their border patrol. He lifted his flattened muzzle and inhaled-- he could not smell well, but he could see-- and he thought he saw a gleam of eyes from across the border. Blue ones. "Don't look now," he meowed in his soft, velvety voice, "But I think we're being watched, Mockingbird."

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[LYNX ♥]

xx accepted as leader of zephyrclan. {: