INFORMATION
Age: 56 Moons Rank: Leader Gender: Male Fur: Long Hair Colour: Smoky Black Eyes: Caramel |
SKILLS
✔ Strong ✔ Heavy weight/powerful ✔ Patient ✘ Slow ✘ Weak swimmer ✘ Can't climb trees |
PERSONALITY
Born to a clan where you don't speak unless you're spoken to, Ebonstar is a cat of few words. He is a fantastic listener, which encourages the cats of the clan to approach him with all issues, big or small. Patient and level-headed, the leader takes his time to make the best decisions for the clan, often leaving to stalk the dark woods for a moment of quiet thought, or moving to sit at the dead tree and watch the farm below and mellow over his decisions.
Despite his silence, when he does speak, his deep, rumbling voice holds a regality and a knowledge that seems to be beyond a cat so young. He speaks slowly, deliberately, choosing the correct words to get his statement across clearly and fully. When it comes to spats between clan members, or disciplining young members, he tries to keep his head calm, but do not be mistaken - make him angry, and you will never forget his wrath. If you have pushed hard enough to make him angry, you deserve what you get.
When it comes to interpersonal relations, it is difficult for Ebonstar to open up. He is unlikely to allow anything to distract him from the seriousness of his rank, be that either friendships or love. He does not believe that a mate or kits are in the stars for him, although it is a longing that sits deep within his heart.
When it comes to fighting or battles, Ebonstar would much sooner use his tongue than his claws, however, if battling becomes a necessity, he will push himself to the front of the ranks, hoping to protect the other clan members. He will use his weight to his advantage, acting more as a tank than a stealthy opponent. He uses his shoulders to barrel into opponents, and will try to pin them beneath him before he uses his teeth or claws. While that works in battle with other cats, his hunting has suffered due to his heavy build, and so cannot catch most prey.
Born to a clan where you don't speak unless you're spoken to, Ebonstar is a cat of few words. He is a fantastic listener, which encourages the cats of the clan to approach him with all issues, big or small. Patient and level-headed, the leader takes his time to make the best decisions for the clan, often leaving to stalk the dark woods for a moment of quiet thought, or moving to sit at the dead tree and watch the farm below and mellow over his decisions.
Despite his silence, when he does speak, his deep, rumbling voice holds a regality and a knowledge that seems to be beyond a cat so young. He speaks slowly, deliberately, choosing the correct words to get his statement across clearly and fully. When it comes to spats between clan members, or disciplining young members, he tries to keep his head calm, but do not be mistaken - make him angry, and you will never forget his wrath. If you have pushed hard enough to make him angry, you deserve what you get.
When it comes to interpersonal relations, it is difficult for Ebonstar to open up. He is unlikely to allow anything to distract him from the seriousness of his rank, be that either friendships or love. He does not believe that a mate or kits are in the stars for him, although it is a longing that sits deep within his heart.
When it comes to fighting or battles, Ebonstar would much sooner use his tongue than his claws, however, if battling becomes a necessity, he will push himself to the front of the ranks, hoping to protect the other clan members. He will use his weight to his advantage, acting more as a tank than a stealthy opponent. He uses his shoulders to barrel into opponents, and will try to pin them beneath him before he uses his teeth or claws. While that works in battle with other cats, his hunting has suffered due to his heavy build, and so cannot catch most prey.
HISTORY
Born to a small clan over the mountains, Ebonykit was the largest of his 2 brothers and one sister. He was the one who grew bold first, the one who longed to explore first. He won all of their play fights, and most play fights against older kits as well. His competitive nature and heavy build led to him becoming rather unpopular amongst the kits of the clan, considering that all he wanted to do was fight, and win.
It wasn't long before Ebonypaw was adopted by the clan's oldest warrior for training. The young kit was eager to train, eager to become a warrior to help the clan. The hunting never interested him, no... It was the fighting that he longed for. As he grew, ignoring the wise words of his mentor, he became too-rough, too-eager to win. Most play fights with him ended with the other apprentice bleeding, and once, with a broken bone. However, by his thirteenth moon, Ebonyheart had grown into a fine warrior. While with the clan, he met a female, a pretty shorthaired creamy tabby named Fawnflower. She was the leader's daughter, and, if that delusional old cat found out about them, Ebonyheart would have been exiled in moments. However, Ebonyheart was sure that they were meant to be together forever, and that nothing could separate them... At least, that was until the clan split.
It had been a long time coming. The deputy and leader had been at loggerheads for moons, and it erupted one Newleaf evening. The yowls and hisses of fighting cats woke the two young warriors, who had curled together under the stars. Fawn had told him that she needed to speak with him, but the pair fell into the claws of slumber before serious words could be spoken. The deputy overpowered the leader within moments, and cats leaped to action - a clear divide splitting them. Ebonyheart leaped to the side of the deputy, following in his ideals.
After a short fight, the clan was split - Ebonyheart, the deputy, one medicine cat and three warriors exiled and now fleeing to find a new territory. As they fled from the camp, Ebony paused, waiting for Fawnflower, but she avoided his gaze, returning to the side of her father. With a pin of his ears and a lowering of his head, Ebonyheart followed the others, looking for somewhere they could call their own.
And it wasn't long before they did. Descending from the mountains, the small huddle of cats spotted a huge lake surrounded by forests. After a quick scan of the area, they found that there were no other cats living in the area other than the kittypets that called the twoleg territory home. As they scoped the area, searching for somewhere to call home, the sun dipped in the horizon, the orange of the skies seeming to set the entire lake aflame, and thus, the name Lasclan was found.
It wasn't long before the clan were set up, and, within a number of moons, the clan was thriving. Ebonyheart longed for the spot of deputy, but with no apprentices mentored, he settled back into the rank of warrior. One evening, as he patrolled the clan's borders, he spotted a tabby female with long legs stalking through the underbrush. A short spat ensued, with the female submitting quickly and asking for his aid. The female had a friend, a queen who was about to give birth, and they needed somewhere safe to reside. Of course, Ebonyheart agreed to aid them, and, as the tabby showed him where her friend lay, his mind halted.
It was Fawnflower.
She greeted him with a hiss, teeth bared and claws out, but she hadn't the strength to speak, the whites of her eyes showing her pain. Her once sleek form was rounded with kits, her swollen belly rising and falling with harsh, gasping breaths. Silently, the male pushed to her side, the tabby to the other, and they brought the pained female back to camp.
Ebonyheart sat numbly outside of the queen's den as the night progressed, mind whirring at a mile a minute. How long had he been gone from the mountain clan? Would it be long enough to be the father of the kits? Could he be the father of the kits? Was it possible?
Night time turned to morning, but there was still no news from the den. The long legged tabby, Finchstone, sat with him, filling him in. Once the mountain clan realized that Fawnflower was pregnant, she refused to speak the name of the father, and so they exiled her. Finch went with her, and they had been searching for Lasclan ever since. They knew the clan had been founded on the other side of the mountains, but got lost on the way, wandering hungry and fatigued for weeks.
Finch had barely finished her tale when a blue gray queen exited the den, her head low and her ears flattened. It didn't take long for her to explain that Fawn had been too tired, too weak to successfully birth the kits, and that they had all passed.
All but one.
One daughter lived, a little cream kit with long hair. Sandykit was adopted by another young mother, and would likely survive.
And survive she did. The little one grew into a firm fighter, and, to all that knew him as a kit, there was no doubt that she was Ebonyheart's daughter. She grew strong and proud, and Sandypaw was soon adopted by Ebonyheart as an apprentice. She flourished, her heavy frame making her a strong fighter.
Before he knew it, it was time for her Warrior Ceremony. It was with great pride that Ebonyheart left Sandyfeather to her overnight vigil at the top of the mountain, descending with the rest of the clan to the camp.
No one heard her cries when the mountain clan attacked.
No one expected their swift and sudden assassination of the leader.
No one thought the happiness of their first warrior ceremony would end in bloodshed.
It was well past dawn when the fight ended. Ebonyheart was the only one who remained relatively scarless, the other cats either whimpering with pain or... passed.
The surviving mountain clan cats had retreated, but they had accomplished what they wanted - revenge over the death of the leader's daughter. Ebonyheart nursed the others as best he could, but no one could rise to the rank of leader with the deputy gone.
And that's how Ebonstar earned his rank. Dropping the 'y' from his name, eager to leave that identity behind, the tom settled into the role of leadership with humility and a deep set sadness.
Born to a small clan over the mountains, Ebonykit was the largest of his 2 brothers and one sister. He was the one who grew bold first, the one who longed to explore first. He won all of their play fights, and most play fights against older kits as well. His competitive nature and heavy build led to him becoming rather unpopular amongst the kits of the clan, considering that all he wanted to do was fight, and win.
It wasn't long before Ebonypaw was adopted by the clan's oldest warrior for training. The young kit was eager to train, eager to become a warrior to help the clan. The hunting never interested him, no... It was the fighting that he longed for. As he grew, ignoring the wise words of his mentor, he became too-rough, too-eager to win. Most play fights with him ended with the other apprentice bleeding, and once, with a broken bone. However, by his thirteenth moon, Ebonyheart had grown into a fine warrior. While with the clan, he met a female, a pretty shorthaired creamy tabby named Fawnflower. She was the leader's daughter, and, if that delusional old cat found out about them, Ebonyheart would have been exiled in moments. However, Ebonyheart was sure that they were meant to be together forever, and that nothing could separate them... At least, that was until the clan split.
It had been a long time coming. The deputy and leader had been at loggerheads for moons, and it erupted one Newleaf evening. The yowls and hisses of fighting cats woke the two young warriors, who had curled together under the stars. Fawn had told him that she needed to speak with him, but the pair fell into the claws of slumber before serious words could be spoken. The deputy overpowered the leader within moments, and cats leaped to action - a clear divide splitting them. Ebonyheart leaped to the side of the deputy, following in his ideals.
After a short fight, the clan was split - Ebonyheart, the deputy, one medicine cat and three warriors exiled and now fleeing to find a new territory. As they fled from the camp, Ebony paused, waiting for Fawnflower, but she avoided his gaze, returning to the side of her father. With a pin of his ears and a lowering of his head, Ebonyheart followed the others, looking for somewhere they could call their own.
And it wasn't long before they did. Descending from the mountains, the small huddle of cats spotted a huge lake surrounded by forests. After a quick scan of the area, they found that there were no other cats living in the area other than the kittypets that called the twoleg territory home. As they scoped the area, searching for somewhere to call home, the sun dipped in the horizon, the orange of the skies seeming to set the entire lake aflame, and thus, the name Lasclan was found.
It wasn't long before the clan were set up, and, within a number of moons, the clan was thriving. Ebonyheart longed for the spot of deputy, but with no apprentices mentored, he settled back into the rank of warrior. One evening, as he patrolled the clan's borders, he spotted a tabby female with long legs stalking through the underbrush. A short spat ensued, with the female submitting quickly and asking for his aid. The female had a friend, a queen who was about to give birth, and they needed somewhere safe to reside. Of course, Ebonyheart agreed to aid them, and, as the tabby showed him where her friend lay, his mind halted.
It was Fawnflower.
She greeted him with a hiss, teeth bared and claws out, but she hadn't the strength to speak, the whites of her eyes showing her pain. Her once sleek form was rounded with kits, her swollen belly rising and falling with harsh, gasping breaths. Silently, the male pushed to her side, the tabby to the other, and they brought the pained female back to camp.
Ebonyheart sat numbly outside of the queen's den as the night progressed, mind whirring at a mile a minute. How long had he been gone from the mountain clan? Would it be long enough to be the father of the kits? Could he be the father of the kits? Was it possible?
Night time turned to morning, but there was still no news from the den. The long legged tabby, Finchstone, sat with him, filling him in. Once the mountain clan realized that Fawnflower was pregnant, she refused to speak the name of the father, and so they exiled her. Finch went with her, and they had been searching for Lasclan ever since. They knew the clan had been founded on the other side of the mountains, but got lost on the way, wandering hungry and fatigued for weeks.
Finch had barely finished her tale when a blue gray queen exited the den, her head low and her ears flattened. It didn't take long for her to explain that Fawn had been too tired, too weak to successfully birth the kits, and that they had all passed.
All but one.
One daughter lived, a little cream kit with long hair. Sandykit was adopted by another young mother, and would likely survive.
And survive she did. The little one grew into a firm fighter, and, to all that knew him as a kit, there was no doubt that she was Ebonyheart's daughter. She grew strong and proud, and Sandypaw was soon adopted by Ebonyheart as an apprentice. She flourished, her heavy frame making her a strong fighter.
Before he knew it, it was time for her Warrior Ceremony. It was with great pride that Ebonyheart left Sandyfeather to her overnight vigil at the top of the mountain, descending with the rest of the clan to the camp.
No one heard her cries when the mountain clan attacked.
No one expected their swift and sudden assassination of the leader.
No one thought the happiness of their first warrior ceremony would end in bloodshed.
It was well past dawn when the fight ended. Ebonyheart was the only one who remained relatively scarless, the other cats either whimpering with pain or... passed.
The surviving mountain clan cats had retreated, but they had accomplished what they wanted - revenge over the death of the leader's daughter. Ebonyheart nursed the others as best he could, but no one could rise to the rank of leader with the deputy gone.
And that's how Ebonstar earned his rank. Dropping the 'y' from his name, eager to leave that identity behind, the tom settled into the role of leadership with humility and a deep set sadness.
RELATIONS
CROWSONG
Ebonstar is extremely close to Crowsong, and, while there is nothing romantic occurring between the leader and deputy, there is a strong love between the pair. She saved him in a time when he needed someone, and she was that someone and beyond. The pair are extremely close, and, while Ebonstar wouldn't even share secrets with his own mother, he finds Crowsong easy to confide in, and would not hesitate to approach her with a problem or a worry.
With regards to their duties, both cats tend to read from the same page. Their beliefs largely stem from the same areas, both believing in the respecting of others and having the same instincts when it comes to areas that need discipline. However, if needed, both are there for the other if they need reminding of their core values or to calm the nerves of the other.
Crowsong is the water that cools Ebonstar's fire, and he is the heat that keeps her boiling. They are Yin and Yang, and would have it no other way.
With regards to their duties, both cats tend to read from the same page. Their beliefs largely stem from the same areas, both believing in the respecting of others and having the same instincts when it comes to areas that need discipline. However, if needed, both are there for the other if they need reminding of their core values or to calm the nerves of the other.
Crowsong is the water that cools Ebonstar's fire, and he is the heat that keeps her boiling. They are Yin and Yang, and would have it no other way.
HAWKPAW
While he may occasionally show impatience with the young apprentice, there is a lot of himself that Ebonstar sees within Hawkpaw. That brazen, cheeky attitude is like a mirror to the leader, who would once have had a similar disposition. Ebonstar likes his spunk, and will often share mentorship with Crowsong.
He can see a lot of potential within the young tom, and knows that he will soon grow into a strong, kind, just member of Lasclan.
He can see a lot of potential within the young tom, and knows that he will soon grow into a strong, kind, just member of Lasclan.
SHADEPAW
With her positive personality and love of life, Ebonstar finds Shadepaw to be too similar to his lost daughter, and tries to avoid her when he can. However, he admires her love for medicine work and will support her however he can.
BLAZESTEP
There's only so much a leader can put up with, and Ebonstar has made it very clear to Blazestep that he will not tolerate any pranks that he is the victim of. However, he loves how much she affects clan morale, and honestly finds her jokes and tricks quite hilarious.
THRUSHSTONE
Ebonstar really admires this warrior's level headedness and stoicism, and entrusts him with a large number of the clan's difficult tasks and patrols. He hopes that Crowsong will make him deputy after his own time as leader.
WILLOWTHORN
Ebonstar truly trusts the medicine cat, and takes all of her weigh-ins on any topics to heart. He acknowledges how difficult her job can be, and gives her the freedom to take time off or leave the camp when she needs to.