Owlstar- WindClan- Leader

Identity Crisis
Full Name: Owlstar
Nick Names: None
Age: 36 moons
Sex: Male
Breed: Bombay
Alliance: WindClan
Position: Leader
Sexuality: Straight

Looking In The Mirror
Eye Color: Golden
Pelt: Black
Body Type: Long and lean with rounded ears
Identifying Features: His eyes
Appearance: Owlstar is a fairly typical specimen of WindClan. His body is long and lean, though his legs are a bit longer than usual for his Clan. His head is rounded with rather large ears that are rounded at the tip. His eyes are bright golden; his head sits on a short neck. His front legs are somewhat longer than his hind ones, his body sloping downward just a bit. He doesn't have much muscle, but his form hints at his ability to run, even with a slight limp in one hind leg. His fur is jet black with no other colors mixing in.

Under the Microscope
Likes:

• Being leader
• Knowing his Clan is safe
• Patrolling with his Clan
• Chasing and catching rabbits
• The moorland

Dislikes:

• Being confined to camp
• Dogs
• Challenges from the other Clans
• Hawks and eagles
• Being unable to see the sky

Strengths:

• Running
• Tries to be sensitive to all opinions
• Clever
• Good hearing
• Empathetic

Weaknesses:

• Maybe too suspicious of the other Clans
• Has an overpowering dislike of foxes
• Not that good a fighter
• Doesn't like kits, necessary as he knows they are
• A limp in one leg from an old injury

Personality: Owlstar tries to be a model sort of leader, especially when in front of the other Clans, and in many ways he is. He defends his cats against the dangers that threaten, be they from other predators such as foxes and badgers, or from the Clans. He has a stronger hate for foxes, and while he tries not to be rash with dealing with them, he dislikes having them in WindClan territory because of the danger they pose. Which is no less than the danger a hawk or a dog might pose, really, but try telling him that.

He's a bit odd for a leader, really. He doesn't like kits- they bother him with their incessant questions. He's fonder of the apprentices, who know when to stay quiet and when to speak up. He will visit the nursery as necessary, but otherwise he avoids that part of the camp. Not that it stops kits from following him around the camp, and that annoys him too, and if they get too noisy and nosy, he'll send them back to the nursery for their mothers to deal with. And if that doesn't work- rare, but still- he'll escape the camp to patrol the borders or hunt.

Weighing The Odds:
Strength: 6
Defenses: 4
Endurance: 4
Agility: 6
Dexterity: 5
Wit: 10
Charisma: 10
Aura: 3

Background Check:
History: Born Owlkit in a litter of two other kits to his mother Patchtail. His father lived in WindClan too, but he hardly paid any attention to the kits. This sort of bothered the kit when he was younger, mostly for the fact that another litter in the nursery had a father who doted on them and he didn't get why his father ignored them. His mother never cared to explain either, so he was left wondering, unsatisfied with the relationship with his father. He would try to get the tom to notice him, bounding up to him whenever he returned from camp, but after a few cool rebuffs, he backed off and stopped trying. If he didn't want to know Owlkit, then Owlkit didn't want to know him either.

He would become an apprentice at six moons, mentored by a she-cat named Gorseleap, and it went smoothly enough for the most part. His skill as a runner balanced out his inability to fight well, but they worked on it. Owlpaw trained hard, wanting to please his mentor, and his apprenticeship was fairly uneventful. Skirmishes with the other Clans were frequent, but there were no all-out wars over territory or prey. He was given his warrior name of Owlflight at 13 moons, and life went on much the same as it had. At 15 moons, he received an apprentice- Longpaw, a tom with a loud mouth and a brash demeanor. The two butted heads at first, with the younger cat's know-it-all attitude.

It was because of the apprentice that Owlflight ended up being injured. After an argument, Longpaw fled from the camp. When Owlflight went after him, he found the apprentice fighting a fox. There was no time to get help, and the tom flung himself into the fray, attacking the fox in an attempt to give Longpaw a chance to escape. A fierce bite to one hind leg and he was flung off, hitting the ground hard, winded as the fox moved off. A screech in the distance- other cats came to the rescue.

Too late for Longpaw. The apprentice died at the fox's fangs, and Owlflight was injured with a broken leg. He was fixed up and settled back in the camp, but there was too much guilt over the young tom's death, and he felt he should have been able to prevent the death, somehow. It was his fault the young cat was gone. He sat at his apprentice's side during the night for the vigil, and then Longpaw was laid to rest and Owlflight began the long recovery.

It took three moons for him to heal enough to take up his duties again. It wasn't the same, without Longpaw at his side, because for all of the young tom's attitude, he'd been Owlflight's first apprentice and he'd not even lasted a moon. It didn't take long for him to get another, however- a young she-cat named Flowerpaw. A name which fit her personality, and Owlflight did his best to train her better than he had Longpaw. The she-cat was eager to learn, listened quite a bit better, and the pair built up a bond as the moons passed.

A wide-spread sickness struck, which claimed a life or two from the leader, as well as several other cats. The deputy included, and when a new one was appointed- Owlflight was stunned to hear his name called. It took a few days for him to slip into the role of deputy, and his responsibilities were greatly increased. He thought he handled it well, though, working alongside Cloudstar to ensure WindClan remained strong. Flowerpaw became a warrior a couple of moons after he became deputy, taking the name Flowerstep at 12 moons.

In the 14 moons that followed, Owlflight mentored another young tom, who took the warrior name of Stormgaze, courted a she-cat and had kits with her, and watched over WindClan, joining them in hunts and patrols and fights, when necessary. His mother and father both joined StarClan, as well as Gorseleap. And he was there when another outbreak of greencough claimed Cloudstar's last life. Receiving his nine lives and his name was a rough experience, but he endured. And now he is WindClan's leader- has been for the last moon, and he's determined to do right by them.

Family: None

Breaking the Fourth Wall
Roleplayer Name: Taxx
Other Characters: Sable- Stormsoul Pack
Rigel- Packless
Aliel- Wise Wolves
Nivian- Wise Wolves
Linden- Snake Pack
Athene- Packless
Isali- Snake Pack
Stark- Packless
Libby- Stormsoul Pack
Taler- Stormsoul Pack
Caelia- Stormsoul Pack
Store Items: None
Other: None
RP Sample: Owlflight stood at the entrance to Mothermouth, gazing into the blackness of the tunnel with the medicine cat at his side. He glanced over, and the other blinked at him, then inclined their head forward. No words passed, but Owlflight pulled in a breath and started forward, feeling the rock smooth and cold under his paws, the air cooling rapidly, with the medicine cat's pawsteps and breathing echoing and mixing with his own. It was comforting that he wasn't alone here. The path went on and on, winding, with the air growing ever colder. There was no sight, the blackness complete, leaving Owlflight to trust in his ears and whiskers to keep from running into the stone walls. The way seemed endless, like he could walk forever and never reach the end of this pitch black tunnel...

Fresher air and a glimmer of light, and Owlflight picked up the pace, now that he could see. A moment later, he was padding into the cavern where the Moonstone sat, and he paused, gazing at the shining rock in amazement. He'd been here before, sure, but this place never ceased to make him pause for a bit. A nudge from behind, and the medicine cat nodded toward the stone. Yeah, yeah, he knew what to do. Pacing forward, the tom settled down beside the Moonstone, pressing his nose to it and closing his eyes. Almost instantly the atmosphere changed. The cold vanished, replaced by warmth, sunshine, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting on the moor, the wind ruffling the grass around him and the breeze that never really stopped blowing his whiskers back.

A line of cats appeared on the crest of the hill, and Owlflight's eyes scanned them, noticing the familiar faces peering at him. Longpaw, Patchtail, Gorseleap, Cloudstar, and others. His father, the deputy, other cats he had known during his life. "Welcome, Owlflight," Cloudstar spoke up. "Are you ready to begin?" A nod from the black tom, and one of the cats rose- a cat he'd trained alongside, who had died during her kitting a few moons after he had become deputy. She approached Owlflight and pressed her nose to his as she spoke. "With this life I give you courage, so that you never fear what lies ahead, even if the path is in shadow." 

The bolt that rushed through him was painful, and Owlflight dug his claws into the ground beneath him, fighting back a yowl and panting when the pain began to ease. When his vision cleared, it was to see the young apprentice replaced by another, an old she-cat he'd known as a kit, who had entertained him for hours with stories of her younger days, of the mischief she'd gotten into with her den mates. She had died only a few days after he'd become an apprentice and he was glad she was here, to give him a life. "I give you the life of wisdom. Use it to know when some things must change and when some must stay the same. To know when to act and when to refrain." There was less agony this time as their noses pressed together, a sense of knowledge and understanding flooding his body as the old one moved back, to make way for the next cat.

Who happened to be Owlflight's father, and the younger black tom eyed him as he stepped up. There was barely a flicker of acknowledgment or warmth in Strongbreeze's eyes, and he spoke monotone as he thrust his head toward his son's, their noses striking together. "With this life, I give you humility. Use it to learn from your mistakes, as you will surely make them." A low hiss from farther down the line, but Strongbreeze ignored it, turning, his tail flicking as he strode past the cats and disappeared. Owlflight watched him go, the fur on his shoulders, bristling. Even now, he was acting like Owlflight was nothing to him. Why had he even come, and what was with that life? He couldn't take it back, but it was a damper on the ceremony. As least he was gone now.

A cough pulled his attention to the next cat- Gorseleap. His ears pricked at the amusement in her eyes, along with a sparkle of pride. "Welcome, my apprentice. I'm delighted to be here, and to be able to give you a life." Owlflight dipped his head to her, and she spoke as she stretched her head forward. "With this life, I give you patience. Use it when dealing with your Clanmates. Know and accept that they may not always agree with what you might say or do." She leaned back, gazed at him for another moment, and then turned, the tip of her tail flicking against Owlflight's nose as she padded off.

The next cat was one he didn't know, a she-cat. She paused before him, almost looking him over as though examining him. He gazed back under her scrutiny. A sudden purr. "Greetings, young one. You don't know me, but I'm your mother's mother- my name is Softstripe. And I've been watching you." A light touch and she continued. "With this life, I give you kindness. Use it to look after all your Clan, from the youngest to the oldest, and never forget what an act of mercy may do for any cat." Confusing, her words, but there was no time to call her back before she was fading away and the next one was approaching. His mother, Patchtail, and he turned to her, eyes brightening as she halted in front of him.

"Owlflight," she purred at him. "With this life I give you compassion. Use it to console your Clan through the hardships they may face, and never forget you are a cat like they." Their noses touched gently, and he could sense her love and pride of him- refreshing after Strongbreeze's life. He watched her retreat with a flicker of sadness, and yet comforted by the fact that she was in StarClan and she was watching over him. He'd make her proud, he would. Every mother dreamed of her kit becoming leader, and he'd accomplished this goal. Why wouldn't she be proud of him?

The next cat to approach was the former deputy, Hawkpelt. He'd been wracked by illness in his last days, but he was whole again, young and healthy, approaching Owlflight with sure-footed steps. He'd always been the no-nonsense sort, and the black tom could still sense it as the other leaned down to him. "With this life I give you charity. Never turn your back on the other Clans should they need aid, even though your first loyalty shall always be to WindClan." A long look, and then the older tom turned back to join the ranks, as another stepped forward, the gray pelt and confident stride bringing back a wave of memories and grief.

Longpaw hardly paused, and he gave Owlflight no chance to speak- familiar traits. StarClan didn't change a cat that much, he supposed. "With this life, I give you persistence. Do what you believe to be right, always, and never let the criticism of others turn aside your paws." The young cat's eyes were sparking with more wisdom than he should have held at his age, and Owlflight could see that death hadn't cooled the attitude that had frustrated him when Longpaw had been alive.

Cloudstar was already approaching before Longpaw turned away with a deliberate flick of his tail across Owlflight's muzzle. She stood before the current deputy, her fur shining from the starlight that clung to her. Meeting her blue eyes, Owlflight waited. She lowered her head to him, her voice ringing around them. "With this life, I give you faith. Trust in your Clan, in the warrior code, and in StarClan. They will never guide you wrong." A bolt from nose to tail-tip, not quite pain but enough to set his fur prickling. Taking a step back, she gestured him to rise while the seven others stepped forward again.

"I hail you by your new name, Owlstar. Your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan grants to you the guardianship of WindClan. Defend it well; care for the young and old; honor your ancestors and the traditions of the warrior code, and live each life with pride and dignity," Cloudstar spoke, and as she finished the rest lifted their own voices. "Owlstar! Owlstar!" A last glance around, and suddenly he was waking in the cavern of the Moonstone. Blinking his eyes, feeling his body stiff from crouching for so long, Owlstar glanced around at the medicine cat. They rose to their paws, their tail flicking, and Owlstar also before turning to head back to the moor, to begin his duties as leader of WindClan.