Soldierstar--->Windclan

[Lady Stripey]

Name: Soldierclaw ---> Soldierstar

Rank: Leader

Gender: Tom

Age: 52 moons

Best Ability: fighting

Appearance:

__Size--He's not exactly like all of the other Windclan cats, probably because of his parents both being from Shadowclan before he was born. He's not anywhere near as small as most of his clanmates. His legs are also a little shorter than theirs but that doesn't make him any less tall. He had hard, round muscles from much practice and running, his chest is well filled out and his paws are also a bit larger.

__Pelt--Both of his parents were coal black hence so is he. He has short, sleek fur which makes it quite a deal easier for him to groom himself. His pelt is oddly soft though, almost like that of a young kits. In the brightness of the sun or even starlight he seems to shine a blue-black color, that's how dark his fur is. His tail as somewhat more fur than the rest of his body, making it seem a little bushy.

__eyes--His eyes are a very special color. they seem to change colors, hazel in a way. They correspond with his emotions more often than not. Whenever he's angry, which is more often than not his eyes are a liquid topaz hue. When he's sad, which is almost never, his eyes tend to learn more toward blue. During any other time his eyes might appear a bit like jade. His eyes sparkle in the sun and usually have something hidden deep within them.

__Scars--Like most cats he has scars but he has more than usual. His worst scar is one that runs along his rear end all the way down to the bottom of his paw. He as many smaller scratches on his tipped ears as well as a nick in his right ear. He has a slash across the front of his chest, three lines that are near two inches long. On his left front paw he is missing one claw that was ripped out many moons ago.

Personality:

__Trust--He doesn't trust many other cats except those in his clan that he has no doubts about. He himself was born with an odd heritage but he was born in Windclan and to them he has always remained loyal. He has aways trusted their old leader, Ashenstar just anyone puts their faith in their leader as well as Starclan. As far as other clans go he has no faith or trust in them at all. He sees them as liars and fools. He wants nothing to do with any of them, especially Shadowclan. He does not see the good in those cats, only evil. They are his enemies and always will be.

__Rejection-He has been rejected in many ways and in a sense this has hardened him. He does fear rejection in some ways. Perhaps that is why he's never had a mate before. He would be wounded beyond measure if he loved someone and they did not want him back. He also does his own fair share of rejecting though. He doesn't like to accept kittypets and loners into his. More often than not he is hard on the newcomers. He sees very little potential in those kinds of felines.

__Secluded--Mostly this tom is own his own. He's a bit too prideful for his own good. As an apprentice he had few friends because he would always be boasting and undermining whatever they had done. As a warrior he was better but his pride will always be a bit of an issue. Such as with the other clans. He would never want to go to any of them for help just as he hates to admit that he is wrong. He wants to always be right, no matter what it might mean.

__Control--this tom has quite a bit of a temper. His anger can get the best of him from time to time but over the moons he has earned to control himself. Whenever he's angry he tends to shake, as if he could strike at any moment. He's also very much in control of his other emotions. He never lets himself to close to a she-cat for fear he will come to love her. He also hates to be sad so excludes that emotion as much as he possibly can.

__Shame--He feels a great deal of shame because of his parents. Both of his parents were first born in Shadowclan but he was born into Windclan. He's more ashamed of his father though, because he betrayed their clan and left as a coward. He hates the idea of ever being that worthless and feels he must make up for what his parents were and have done.

__Protection--He's also very protective if he cares enough about something or someone. When his sister died it sent quite a bit of grief through him. He felt it was his fault because he had not been there to protect her. He thinks it is his job to keep others safe, especially since his large size give him a good advantage in battle.

__Foolish--Again comes up his pride and the idea that he is so indestructible. He runs into battle with the idea that he can defeat whoever should happen to cross his path. He feels like he has all the strength in the world from time to time. Beyond that sometimes, when he is wrong he will refuse to admit it until it comes to chaos and trouble

Clan: Windclan

History:

__kit--Soldierclaw was born into Windclan just like any other kit. His mother was a she-cat known as Inkheart whom was first born in Shadowclan and came to Windclan at only five moons old. His father was a odd tom known by Blackfang. He also had come from Shadowclan but only once he was fifteen moons old. Soldierclaw was one of two kits. He and his sister Sweetkit were born when their mother was forty-one moons old and their father fifty moons old. As soon as he could talk it was obvious he'd be a stubborn feline. His sister was exactly the opposite though. She was the sweetest, most modest cat you would ever meet. He and his sibling were very close, always looking out for one another. When he was only four moons old he snuck out of camp. His sister, worried as always about him, followed him in secret. Soldierkit made it pretty far before trouble hit. He fell into an old fox hole, unable to climb his way out because one of his claws was caught on something quite well. Alarmed, his sister had raced around until she found a warrior to explain the situation to. They managed to pull the tom out but at the cost of his claw.

__Apprentices--Soldierkit became Soldierpaw when he was six moons old along with his sister, than Sweetpaw. His father had long since disappeared, gone back to Shadowclan no doubt. As he grew older he grew bigger, he looked more like a warrior than an apprentice compared to his denmates. His mentor was a cat known as Smokebreath and he learned much from the tom. From him he became one of the best fighters, using his large size to his advantage. He was also quick because of his Windclan mentor so he had both things going for him. Brute force and agility. However, sometimes that just wasn't enough. One day, near his twelth moon, his sister was out on a border patrol. Shadowclan had crossed the border and a fight unlike any other broke out among the cats. His sister was outnumbered with two warriors batting at her. By the time anyone had sent for him and others to help, Sweetpaw was dead. Greif and anger clung to him like death. He mourned for his sister greatly but this only made him that much more fierce. He trained twice as hard since he believed it was his fault. He hadn't been there to protect her. This also made him hate Shadowclan more than ever.

__Warrior at last--about half a moon after the battle with Shadowclan he was named a warrior, Soldierclaw for his skill in battle and his firocity. Most of the others respected him, enough if he did boast some times. His pride could be annoying but no one could say his heart was in the wrong place. He ha more than earned his ranks among the warriors of Windclan. For the fest few moons nothing really happened but after another leaf-bare his mother died of greencough. He mourned her but ot near as much as he had Sweetpaw. He was alone as far as kin went but he would survive. He had his clan. When he came to be twenty-eight moons old his father tried to return. Their leader had ordered him away and in the end it was Soldierclaw who defeated him and chased him from his home, only to learn he had kin in Shadowclan. This changed nothing though, he hated Shadowclal with a firey passion for taking Sweetpaw away. As the days went on he continued to prove himself as one of the most loyal cats in the clan. This is only one of many reasons he is now to be leader one day.

Other: hates shadowclan with a passion

Codeword: Meow

RP Ex.:

I'm a soldier fighting in a battle to be free once more,,

His eyes flashed and his claws sank into the ground as he watched Frostedfate attack his leader but he did not move. He could only stand by and watch. He truly did admire his new leader's courage, and this surely only added to the respect his clan mates would feel for him. Still, it just didn't seem right that Fickleheart should have to carry this burden, but on the other hand, he knew that was part of being a leader. You had to be responsible for not only yourself, but the whole of one's clan. He, himself, understood this, but would everyone else? Or would they blame Cinderfoot and call her a coward? He hoped they wouldn't, he felt an attachment to the she-cat, no only because she was his clan mate but also because she so resembled his head sister, Sweetpaw. Her fur was gray, her eyes even looked the same, perhaps this was his reason for being so protective of her, even though he rightfully knew that was more Runningclaw's job than his own. Even so, some things were just hard to shake off. His sister's death would haunt him as long as he lived, pushing him to fight harder, to be the most loyal cat in all of the clan and to protect those he had the power to. He wasn't all that close to too many cats but he was just attached to certain felines for one reason or another. None of his clan truly hated him, though some may think he was a bit arrogant, but that was OK. Someday he would be over to earn their respect as he had others in the past.

Soldierclaw held his head high, even though he felt as if too much wrong had come of the day. His pelt, coal black, shone as he dipped his head to his leader's command. His golden eyes turned toward Cinderfoot, his gaze softening as he spoke to her. "Alright than, lets get back to camp." His muscles rolled easily beneath his fur, tightening and loosening again as he walked. He was a very strong cat, and it was obvious he wasn't pure Windclan, but that was where his heart would always belong. Windclan had raised him, his mother, Inkheart had trained him to be just as loyal as she had been, even if she wasn't born into the clan as he was. He was proud to be called her son, proud to be a part of such a wonderful, strong clan. His father on the other hand, well he was ashamed of him. Blackfang had fluttered from clan to clan, going back and forth from Wind to Shadow and back again. It just wasn't right; at least not in Soldierclaw's eyes. No, to him, your clan was all you had, and if he betrayed them you were useless, worthless and alone.The journey back to camp was short, they were very close after all. He still resented Shadowclan cats being so close to the heart of his home, just the thought made his pelt prickle with unease. He would never forgive the other clan for the murder of his sister. He held his tail high like his head, ear pricked forward to catch any sound near-by. His glance traveled across his home, as the sun began to sink the grass looked golden like his eyes in the brilliant light and he was reminded again of how beautiful the moor was . How on earth did the other clan's live under all those trees?! Away from all this? When it was just such a stunning sight! All across their territory grass turned gold at sunset and sunrise and to him there was nothing that could compare.

He sighed, slowing his pace only a bit to take in this art. Soldierclaw took a deep breath of fresh air, the oxygen seeming almost cleaner once he was away from the filthy shadowclanners. Them and their callous souls! It was no wonder their stench was so awful, they all had hearts as cold as leaf-bare! The huge tom shook his head as he padded on, only sparing a few backward glances to his leader and those left behind. He prayed to starclan that Fickleeart would make it safely to the moonstone and back. Than he would be Ficklestar, and Soldierclaw knew he wold be a great leader. He was already showing how much he had to offer beloved little Windclan. No one could lead them better, even Ashenstar seemed like a thing of the past now. That was the thing though, you couldn't be loyal to a leader alone, you had to be loyal even more so o your clan or else you may be split like Thunderclan had been

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