Cherrystar *Remake*

[rainfur]

Name: Cherrystar
Age:24
Gender: Tom
Rank: Leader
Clan: Moonclan

Eyes:Firetruck, bloodshot red
Pelt: His pelt is pure shinny black. It is short and fine. It blends in with the darkness very well. When he puffs up his fur, it only gains a half of an inch
Body: He is very big for his age. His muscles show through his short pelt. His tail can wrap around his body to his left paw while he is sitting down. His claws normally make marks in the ground because they are so long.

Personality:He likes the way cats from other clans fear him for his size and eyes. Cats in his clan know him too well to be scared of him. With other clans, he is hard and cold. He can get offeneded easily. To his clan he is a kind hearted and understanding cat. He is friends with almost everyone is his clan. He will do anything for Moonclan. Overall in his heart, his look is misunderstood. He doesn't take to kind for kittypet joining the clan, but will later accept them. He is an awesome fighter, but not so much a great hunter.
History:He is pure Shadowclan. He knows he had three sibilings, but only two of them are known. They ran off to join another clans. All he remembers of his family was that his mother was white while his father was red. He was named Cherrykit becuase of his eyes. He tried to make friends with as much cats as possible. When he was at his first gathering as an apprentice, other cats from the clans were scared of him or made fun of him. At first he didn't know what to make of it. Then his mentor told him to take it to his advantige. He scared cats with a death glare and tensing his muscles. When he became a warrior, that night, an attack came. One of the cats grabbed his tail from behind and scared it permentatly. After the fight, he was more attached to his clan than ever. He has met a couple of cats that joined Shadowclan from being a kittypet. He was discusted at first, then got to know them. He tries not to judge at cat by his roots, but sometimes, he can't help it.

RP Example:

Kin: Desertthorn (Unknown Brother) Icetail (Known, but secret brother) Dawncloud (Known, but secret sister)
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Mentor/Apprentice: None

Roleplayer:
Roleplay Sample:Cherrypine walked out of camp, getting some fresh air. He loved his home more than anything, and he wish he was back. He couldn't imagen what will happen when he does get home. A lot of work, thats for sure. He had a lot a stamina, he would live.

He sniffed the air and flinced a little. A fresh badger scent. He suddenly became warry. He got a tense and he claws scratching at the ground. Looking around he spotted something in the bushes. It spat out at him, only being a stupid mousebrain squirrel. He cursed to himself for being so frightened by prey, but there was a growl in the same bushes.

Realizing that the squirrel was probably running away from whatever was in there faced the bush. His eyes locked straight ahead of what was in front of him, determined. Then, the creature came out of hiding. It was the badger.

Cherrypine didn't hesitate but attack the beast. He bit the ear as hard as he could, but the badger shook him off, the blood running down his face. Cherrypine ran up behind the badger and attacked from behind. With his red eyes glowing, he used all his might to fight it off. The badger tossed and turned, rolled into the dusty ground. This fight went on for what Cherrypine seemed forever.

The badger finally collasped on the ground, it's eyes spinning from all the blood loss. The breaths were getting short, as the flow finally ended. Cherrypine caught his breath and sighed deeply. He sat down, at a relaxing point. He felt undefeatable, though he knew he wasn't. He knew he would have quite a story to tell, and wondered if they ever belive him.

After catching a long break, he got up, stumbling a little, but contiuned back to camp to his mate and kits. He thought of them as he walked back, happily. He thought of how much they looked like him and his mother. Both of his mate and him had unusal eyes, but they never seemed to bother everyone. They just asked a million of questions. He padded into camp, getting the strangest looks why he looked like he just fought Lionclan.

He just looked at the cats and smiled. He didn't know what else to do, afterall, there was no reason to be sour. He glanced at the medicine cat den, wondering if he should get the wounds checked. Nah He thought. He wanted to tell the kits the story first. He walked straight into the nursery, not thinking about tomorrow, or not having a care in the world.