Post by Aether on Apr 26, 2020 19:24:56 GMT
Rowanstar
Meadowclan ∙ Leader ∙ Male ∙ 36 moons
Appearance
Description sentence:
A huge red tabby tom with long, spiky, fur and narrow dark green eyes.
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Gene String: ll, Bb1, XOY, Dd, AA, mcmc, WsWs
Appearance:
Rowanstar is a huge tom, his stature being mostly broad and stocky with long red fur over top. He grew up always being big even from kithood, and he quickly outgrew his mentor as an apprentice only at 9 moons. His coat consists of a light red base coat with darker reds filling out his tabby markings. A creamy white making it's way from his face all the way down the base of his stomach and legs.
His fur is long and spiky, and though he tries to keep it well groomed the harsh winds in the meadows usually blow it around, giving him an extra fluffy look. It offers good protection in the winters and many different weather patterns his clan is susceptible to. He additionally has a variety of scars on his chest, back, and face from a past flood where he previously lived.
His face is mostly white, with a darker red filling out a stripe along his nose and lining his eyes. His eyes are narrow and sharp filled with a dark green, and paring this with the giant scar running down the center of his face, it gives him an almost intimidating look. Though that is not at all what he is going for, sometimes it can have its perks. His ears are large and tufted at the ends, the red getting darker along the tops.
Personality
Positive Traits: • Calm in stressful situations • Reasonable - Tries to be fair and think about how others feel • Responsible - He cares deeply about his clan and does everything he can to protect them | Negative Traits: • Blunt - doesn't sugarcoat anything • Literal - doesn't rely on Starclan, he bases everything on events that can/have actually happened • Careless - because he does not rely on Starclan, some signs can go over his head |
Personality:
Rowanstar's personality is very lax, and he is often spotted lounging around the camp or in the meadows. That isn't to say he doesn't get his work done, he does, just not very quickly. He'll spend most of the morning relaxing and socializing with others either until something comes up or it's his turn to go on patrol. And though it might not seem like it, he does love to help provide for his clan in any way he can, it is his duty as leader after all.
Adjacent to his "lazyness" is his quick-witted mind and ability to handle disputes. The many, many fights he picked in his youth taught him that there is definitely a better way to handle bad situations other than physically, which is when he learned to control his actions. "Actions speak louder than words" never really applied to Rowanstar, and he really thinks it could be the opposite. To the red tom- words can do much more. And though he is good with handling these situations, he can come off as a bit too blunt, but he tries to be reasonable nonetheless.
Additionally, and quite possibly his most controversial trait, would be his lack of belief in Starclan. The so called ancestors that watch over them don't make a dent on Rowanstar, and he stopped looking to them for answers long ago. He does believe in their existence, as he did receive his nine lives from them, the tom just doesn't rely on them. He thinks prophecies are ridiculous and was very reluctant to journey after he, and others, received the same dream about the clawmarks in the night. Much of the reasoning for his disbelief is the many deaths of others around him in his life. Everywhere he has ever been and lived that has had some connection to Starclan, many always end up dying and there is always another long journey. As leader, he decided that he will take care of his clan. Not Starclan.
Lastly, deep underneath all that fur is a vat of anxiety that sits in the pit of his stomach. He'd never let it show, but it's there. It isn't a huge issue and it normally doesn't bother him that much. Certain things can trigger it such as a death in the clan, prophecies, signs from Starclan, etc. The severity of it differs, from a small prickle in his pelt to him actually having to seek out Shiversong for help.
All in all Rowanshade just wants to do the best he can for Meadowclan, and lead them well enough without too many bumps in the road.
Skills & Combat
Strengths: • Scaling large trees and ruins • Handling disputes • Quick-witted | Weaknesses: • Large bodies of water • Fighting smaller opponents • Communicating with Starclan |
Character Background
History:
Rowan was born first out of three to a couple who resided in a breeding cattery. His mother's name was Chestnut and his father's Max, while his other two siblings were Midnight and Praline. His family was loving, but pretentious. All kits born there were to be submitted in shows, and those who couldn't meet standards were adopted out by other twolegs. His craving for something much more contrasted what he was born for, and he didn't quite like the idea as much as others. So him and his siblings devised a plan to get him out late one night. And just like that, after all three of them forced a window up, he squeezed out. And after a short and sweet goodbye he was off.
Within minutes, he had already questioned where he was going... Or even where he wanted to go. He hadn't thought much out after the escaping part of his plan, so after the sunlight began to filter in through the branches of the pines and the rumble in his stomach grew, Rowan knew he had to find somewhere to go quickly.
Conveniently, his paws had found him wandering into what was then the lush Gladeclan territory. At the time, Rowan had heard nothing about the clans, and had no clue there were other cats even out in the forest near him. Not until he was found by them. Having the wind knocked out of him as soon as his emerald eyes met the flash of white fur, Rowan stumbled to the ground in a hazed panic. He was about 5 moons, larger than average, and had bright orange fur that stuck out like a sore thumb in the sunlight, he also knew absolutely nothing about fighting. Yet in a moment of self doubt, knew he would probably die if he didn't. So in a moment of yowls and lashing his paws, he now found himself pinned to the ground.
For the first time of many, his bright green eyes met with the sharp blue ones above him, and after a short introduction/interrogation, he was let up. Not quick to let out any information to Rowan, the white tom only disclosed his name before bringing him to the camp. Whitestrike, this cat would go on to not only raise Rowan as his own, but also mentor him in his training.
After a few moons, and lots of reluctant looks, Rowan was finally accepted into Gladeclan, and was named Rowanpaw. He was ecstatic about this new life and community, he soon felt at home in the clans, learning about their traditions and customs. Training as an apprentice to become a warrior, and dreaming about rising in the ranks of the clan.
In the moment, his training went by slower than ever to him, but by the time he became a warrior he realized that it had gone by faster than he'd liked. Whitestrike's discipline shaping his diplomatic and strong personality throughout their many quarrels, as well as the few fights he found himself in. He finally made it, nowadays Rowanstar's memory is a bit fuzzy, but he remembers his warrior ceremony clear as day and feels quite proud still telling it. He was named Rowanshade as despite his large size, he could hide well within the shadows of the trees surrounding. It was one of the best days of his life, even though he didn't do all that much afterwards, he can remember sharing a meal with his father.
Not long after his ceremony, was the first of the twoleg appearances, something he can still unfortunately recall quite clearly. Destruction and sickness began to slowly spread across the territory, as well as many fights for extra prey, even within the same clans. Rowanshade found himself in a very tough spot when Whitestrike grew poisoned from the pollution, starting to put aside his own needs for the older tom. Even when time for the journey came, he carried his father nearly half the way until he knew there wouldn't be enough time. Knowing he had to move on, he began to help those who needed it most.
Over the course of the rest of the journey, Rowanshade builds himself back up through helping those that need it, regaining his strength and security by the time they had found the new territories. Making sure that they were arriving as safe as possible. And soon, they did.
Not long after settling in, Rowanshade found himself positioned as Gladeclan deputy, and stood as that for quite some time. He learned a lot about leadership and furthered his diplomatic personality, while also even taking an apprentice under his wing. Berrypaw, now Berryshade, he adored having her as his apprentice, making himself into a sort of father figure for her, and is now proud to assist her as a warrior. Nearly losing himself at her warrior ceremony as she asked Rowanstar to take on the suffix shade to honor him.
Quite some time after they had settled within the new territories, the twolegs came back once more, leading to an even worse bout of sickness, fighting, and death along the clans. And after seemingly endless moons of destruction and what had to have been a smattering of cats left, all survivors shared a vision.
"Follow the clawmarks in the night. The stars are bound to your paws and will bring you home."
Throughout his life, Rowanstar's belief in Starclan wavered, he knew they existed and Starclan, but did not trust them by any means, which is why he was extremely hesitant and furious when he revived the omen. Just as the previous leader had done, he contemplated leaving and living on his own, but instead followed to protect what was left. These cats needed him and he wasn't going to run away.
And throughout the moons they traveled, the night skies danced with shooting stars, pointing them towards new territories and filling them with hope. The journey there was thankfully without much hardship, most opposing clans teaming together and helping one another as their paws dragged on. And eventually stopping as they came across a large bout of land filled with tons of resources the clans could use to rebuild.
Now presently, after receiving his nine lives, Rowanstar established Meadowclan. A clan that sits in the lush meadows and ruins surrounding the western side of the territories. He lives there peacefully with his family and clanmates and couldn't ask for anything more.
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Family:
Biological:
Mother: Chestnut {npc} - unknown
Father: Max {npc} - unknown
Siblings:
Brother: Midnight {npc} - unknown
Sister: Praline {npc} - unknown
Adoptive:
Father/mentor: Whitestrike {npc} - deceased
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I apologize, his backstory is so long,, I will definitely simplify it a little later on!! :'0