Coldstar ~ ShadowClan

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COLDSTAR

Pale tan she cat with equally pale amber eyes

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Gender: She Cat
Age: 38
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: Leader

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Physical Description:

Coldstar was given her name at birth for her cold, deathly appearance and was thought to be still born. The cold of her deathly body did not end there. Coldstar had to endure a naturally cool body temperature for all of her life. When sleeping in her nest at night, no cat wanted to sleep near her encase they caught a cold just from being near her. Coldstar's name was later associated with her cold and hostile personality. Why Coldstar was born with such as disorder is unknown. Her genetics are some of the best of the clan and such a defect would be quickly eradicated . Some say the reason is because of the curse placed on Coldstar's mother. But suck rumors are quickly put out by Coldstar. She hates it when cats compare her to her mother in any way, shape or form.

Coldstar is a she cat filled with ShadowClan pride, and it clearly shows. She keeps her head held high when she walks, and has a natural swagger to her pace that makes her hips sway and tail flow side-to-side with the same movement. The air Coldstar gives off is one of superiority and power that can be easily sensed by other cats as soon as she walks into the area. Coldstar never shows hesitation to flex her claws and flash some fangs when threatening. To Coldstar, her body is just a weapon and she is willing to exploit it to its fullest. And boy, does she have something to show off.

Coldstar is a slim she cat but clearly muscled in all the right areas. Her body flows like shadows across the ground and when Coldstar gets stared its hard to stop her. Very much like an unstoppable force, Coldstar is quick and violent when she attacks. She isn't fool hearty like a ThunderClan cat, but preferring to make quick, devastating attacks than plowing over her enemy. Coldstar has more class than that.

Coldstar's coat is short, smooth and easy to manage. She barely ever has to straighten her fur because the short stands usually behave well and stay flat. Said strands are a very fair gold colour, making her coat look like liquid honey. Coldstar's throat and muzzle fade to a soft white colour and also ring her tail. Coldstar's eyes are a dull amber colour.

Personality Description:

Coldstar, unlike other leaders before her, was not born with the abilities. Her growth in character is credited to her clanmates and Aunt. Little Coldkit was a bullied and submissive, the opposite of the adult Coldstar. She has grown into a confident, graceful she cat with a scheming mind and wicked intentions. Coldstar seems to follow the dark trend of ShadowClan leaders before her, becoming almost an antagonist. But Coldstar's characters are much more 3-D than that. A thorn had grown in Coldstar's heart from a young age, making her bitter, hostile and generally spiteful. Just as well she is intelligent, unflappable and prudent.

Coldstar is just that, cold. She cares very little for others and her clanmates is stretching the limit. She holds no love for ShadowClan but cares just enough for her clan to make all her decisions geared to their best interests. When it comes to cats outside her clan, she couldn't care less if they were on the verge of death, they would matter no to her. To those outside her clan, she is not just uncaring of them, but down right hostile. Anything that rubs Coldstar the wrong way, she treats as a threats and gives nothing to them. In such a mood, Coldstar is very likely to attack. She is never hesitant to attack threats to her clan but do not think this makes her careless. Coldstar is very prudent and watches her words carefully. This is why she rarely has to 'eat her words'. Coldstar's carefully chosen words are usual those of power and passion and can instill confidence in her clan. As a hero in the eyes of her clan, she can sway them with her words with a practiced ease. In other clans, Coldstar is used to rubbing cats the wrong way; it is simply what happens when she expresses her opinions. In her opinion, there is nothing wrong with be controversial.

Coldstar is a very intelligent she cat, always the cat with the plan and when she gets inventive someone usually gets hurt or killed. She is unflappable and can adapt to a situation easily and never freezes or doubts herself. She is very critical of other cats and will always judge them and correct them when they are wrong; a very good characteristic for a mentor.

History:

Family
Brittlestick- Mother, unknown
Longstride- Father deceased
Twigtail- Aunt living
Littleheart- Cousin living
Twitchear- Cousin living

Ancestry
Brittlestick was born from a long and proud line of ShadowClan warriors. Her grandfather was even a leader of ShadowClan at one point in time, making her bloodline very well respecting in the clan. Her line tended to breed healthy, strong cats and Brittlestick was no exception. She had fought with her clan through their darkest times and celebrated along her clanmates during their greatest victories. In her youth she was smiled upon as a warrior of great skill and honor. Every apprentice in the clan wished for her as a mentor and every tom wished her as a mate. It was easy to say Brittlestick was in her element.

But even the greatest of cats can be broken, all it took was a single mistake. Brittlestick had always loved kits and was over joyed to learn her sister, Twigtail, was having kits. Brittlestick stood proudly next to her sister, her sister's mate and the medicine cat as she gave birth. Brittlestick was an important figure in her sister's kits life from the beginning. When the kits were no even a moon old, Twigtail asked her sister to watch the kits as she went to go stretch her legs with her mate for the evening. Brittlestick quickly agreed, all to eager to spend time alone with the kits. Smiling indulgently, Twigtail left. Brittlestick spent all evening playing with the kits before flopping down to nap with them. Brittlestick woke later in the night and noticed one of the kits missing. Panicked, Brittlestick quietly exited the nursery to find the kit. She found the little tom on the very edge of camp, about to escape into the territory. Acting quickly, Brittlestick ran to the kit, frantically trying to pick him up. In her clumsy movements, Brittlestick bit down too hard on the kit's neck, breaking it. Realizing what she did, Brittlestick spent hours by the kits side, frantically trying to wake it. It wasn't until Twigtail came back from her stroll and found the dead kit in Brittlestick's paws and blood on her her lips, that she realized what she had done.

Twigtail became hysterical and screamed at her sister and attacked her. Brittlestick didn't fight back, thinking she deserved the pain. Twigtail's mate pulled her off Brittlestick, trying to calm her down. Twigtail just continued to ask her sister "Why?" repeatedly. Twigtail broke free of her mate's hold and curled up around her dead kit and didn't move until sunrise.

Brittlestick was brought before the clan leader, and instead of being cast out, she was sentenced to live as an elder. Unable to fight battles or hunt and forced to lived with what she had done. Brittlestick took to living outside the camp, in a secluded den she had made with her own claws. Her sister's words resounded in her head every day. Why had she done it? Was it because she was clumsy? Was she truly not meant to raise kits? Tormented by her thoughts, Brittlestick took refuge in her only friend's arms. His name was Cloudchaser; they had been friends since apprenticeship. He tried to reassure Brittlestick as best he could, having known the truth of Brittlestick's tale.

A moon later Brittlestick found herself with Cloudchaser's kits. She was relived but hid her pregnancy from the clan by almost never leaving her make-shift den. When it was time for the kits to be born, Brittlestick didn't even let Cloudchaser close. Living through an entire day of agony, all three kits were finally born. Realived, Brittlestick started to clean them, only to find something wrong. None of her kits were breathing, they were all still born. Devastated, Brittlestick vowed to never try for kits again.

So Brittlestick became a ghost in her own clan, wandering the territory be never leaving. Moons came to pass before someone caught her attention. Longstride had heard all about Brittlestick and what she had done but couldn't help but be intrigued by the she cat. He quickly fell in love with her and Brittlestick found herself baring kits once more. This time she was much less confident they would survive. She lived out her pregnancy worrying for the kits in her belly. It pained her to think that she would lose more kits. On they day they were born, Brittlestick once more cleared her den. This time there were four kits. All were still born once more. Wait... or were they? A single kit, despite her very cold body, was barely breathing. Brittlestick was frozen before she quickly acted. She cleaned the little she kit up before calling for Longstride. The tom quickly came and saw the living she cat. He was overjoyed but quickly sobered. Brittlestick ordered the tom to bring the kit to the clan and tell them she was compensation for the kit she had killed. The tom nodded before quickly rushing off. Brittlestick was never seen again.

Kit
Longstride ran back to ShadowClan as fast as he could and brought the she kit to the medicine cat. He explained what had happened to the leader and the entire clan had half a mind to kill the kit, knowing her heritage. Surprisingly, it was Twigtail who stepped up to adopt the kit. She understood her sister's meaning behind her actions and her kits were now young warriors. The medicine cat scoffed at the compassionate she cat and cursed the kit with the name "Coldkit" for how close she had been to death.

Twigtail raised her sister's kit as she would her own. She made Coldkit her own nest, would feed her milk and tell her stories of StarClan. Coldkit was never ignorant to her heritage. Twigtail kept nothing from the kit, despite her slight hesitations, but made sure to underline how much Twigtail loved and forgave her sister. Longstride, being the father tried to take a roll in Coldkit's life, but never lived up to his roll as a father. Without his love, Brittlestick, he did not feel any connection towards the little kit.

Cloudchaser, was another matter. He felt bitter that Brittlestick had taken another tom and that their kit survived. One night, he stole Coldkit from her nest and took her to the swamp. Without so much as a word, he threw the little kit into the water and watched her drown. Coldkit struggled furiously to keep her head above the surface of the water, but it was a losing battle. Before her head could permanently dip under the water, she was lifted to safety. Coldkit didn't recognize her savior at the time but later learned it to be her cousin, Littleheart who had saved her.

Cloudchaser was banished from ShadowClan after that, the leader claiming that he had to make an example out of him. But Coldkit's troubles did not end there. She still had to face the rest of her clan. Her mother was now infamous among the clan, and the stigma clung to Coldkit like a dark cloud. The other kits in the nursery teased Coldkit relentlessly. They would claim that her 'kit killer' mother would one day come back to finish the job. Twigtail tried her best to keep Coldkit from their teasings as best she could but it was of no use. The kits weren't the only ones skeptical about Coldkit, the entire clan was wary of the kit. The elders would refuse to tell her stories, the warriors refused to mentor her and apprentices refused to teach her moves and include her in their games. No matter how hard Twigtail tried, she could not stop the sharp, cold thorn from growing in Coldkit's heart.

Apprentice
Coldkit dreaded the day she became an apprentice, unlike the other kits. She was nervous because she thought her mentor would be one of those warriors that didn't like her. Luckily, Coldkit's mentor was Twitchear, Twigtail's other kit. Twitchear gained his name from being one of the twitchyest cats in the clan. The littlest noise would make him jump and he was constantly looking over his shoulder. But beggars can't be choosers and Coldpaw considered herself lucky for getting Twitchear as a mentor.

Twitchear turned out to be a decent mentor, much to Coldpaw's surprise. He drilled Coldpaw relentlessly on fighting stances and old clan legends. Most of Coldpaw's education came from Twitchear's teachings, which earned Coldpaw a lot of respect for him.

While Twitchear got to know Coldpaw, and dare he say it, actually start to like the apprentice, the other apprentices could not say the same. They still often bullied Coldpaw for her heritage and expected her to start feasting on kits instead of frogs and squirrels. Coldpaw shrugged off their comments and focused more on her training, preferring the company of Twitchear, Twigtail and Littleheart. Her second family supported her as best they could, but in a place such as ShadowClan, no one can stay protected for long.

Coldpaw found her talent in fighting; the opportunity to take her anger out on other cats under the disguise of 'training' was an too easy to miss. While the other cats beat her down with words, she could get back at them through humiliation and small injuries. Coldpaw's bloodline showed through clearly at times like this. Her natural flexibility and agility were most credited to her body time and with a few rigorous days of training her body mass built to became a formidable opponent.

Coldpaw grew in more ways than just body mass. At 10 moons she attended her first Gathering. Coldpaw's eyes were wide upon walking into the Gathering. There were so many other cats! She couldn't believe her eyes. But Coldpaw also came to realize that night, that there were so many cats living in such a small spot of land, it was no wonder they fought over territory. ShadowClan was the smallest clan, population wise but that did not make them weak or any less important than the other clans. It made Coldpaw nervous to see the other clan cats, with the advantage of numbers on her clan. She dreaded to think what would happen if ShadowClan was invaded. She feared, they wouldn't stand a chance.

By the end of her apprenticeship, Coldpaw had gained the grudging respect of the clan with her skills. She had easily outclassed the rest of the apprentices with her skills but that did not make her well liked. In fact, many of the apprentices were jealous of her skills and claimed she was 'training to kill kits'. The apprentices started to spread rumors not just in the clan, but all of the clans that there was an apprentice, soon to be warrior, that killed kits. Coldpaw refused to go to the Gatherings after that. She feared what the other clans would say, but by staying away the problem only got worse.

Warrior
Coldpaw's life moved on, but the stigma of being a 'kit killer' continued to stick with her even when she gained her warrior name. Coldpaw's name was changed to Coldfire, as a reminder of her lack of warmth and care. Coldfire felt spiteful that she was given such a name and glared at the leader throughout the entire ceremony.

Twigtail and her sons were the only cats that cheered during her ceremony. Coldfire was disheartened by the attitudes of her clanmates and felt that she would never truly belong with them. She would always feel the weight of their stares and words on her shoulders when she walked through the clan. While Coldfire did live up to her name in her cold and indifferent personality, the weight was starting to ware her down. If it wasn't for Twigtail, Littleheart and Twitchear she would have left the clans by now.

Coldfire preserved in her clan, never reacting to their insults and slurs about her. She kept her head high, like a rightful ShadowClan warrior. Thankfully, she didn't have to endure their words much longer. It was the dead of night when the clan was roused from their sleep by mournful wails. Some kits had sneaked out of camp while a Queen was sleeping. Alarmed, Coldfie and Twigtail doubled up to search the clan lands. The clan tracked the kits to the two leg nest. The clan hesitated to go in, worried of the dogs that they might meet. With the leader and deputy still wandering the territory looking for the kits, Coldfire became frustrated and took command. She ordered Twigtail to scout out where the kits were being held while she sent the other cats to search the rubbish bins for anything they could use to create a make-shift collar. The four cats came back, Twigtail reporting that the kits were in the largest Two leg nest on the block and and the other three found two broken, but usable collars. Coldfire and Twigtail downed the collars and told the other three to wait for their signal.

Playing the part of kittypets, Twigtail and Coldfire meandered onto the Two Leg Nest property, meowing loudly for the kits and wandering around in befuddlement. Curiously, the two legs opened the door to see what was making such a racket. The two she cats bolted into the Nest through the open door and raced for the kits. The two legs were under the impression that the two were the parents of the kits (they could not tell the difference between a tom and she cat apparently) and let them be. As the two legs went to sleep, Coldfire and Twigtail scratched their way through the mesh blocking the window and called for the rest of the patrol. The five cats quickly took the cats out of the two leg nest and back into the safety of the night. Flushed with their victory, the five cats took their time on their way back to the territory. For the first time, Coldfire felt like she belonged in the clan.

That was until the sound of loud growling and barking reached the cats' ears. Without thinking, Coldfire turned to see a large golden dog racing towards the patrol of cats. The patrol scattered, all going in different directions in their panic. Coldfire, with one little kit in her jaws, darting into an alley, with the dog right on her tail. Their chase was brought to a quick stop in the form of a dead end and no cover in sight. Thinking quickly, Coldfire placed the kit in a notch in the brick wall, where a brick had previously been and urged the kit to stay still. Turning back to face the dog, Coldfire was ready to put down her life to save the kit. Remembering all the time she had been called 'kit killer' she decided no more. She had had enough of that name.

The resulting battle between Coldfire and the dog will be one imprinted on her mind for the rest of her life. The dog was still rather young, a little over twice her height but had all the energy of a young kit. Thankfully it didn't have any experience in fighting, giving Coldfire a slight advantage. Coldfire finally managed to chase off the dog, not before suffering herself. Cold, bleeding and utterly exhausted, Coldfire picked up the now sleeping kit and limped all the way back to ShadowClan.

The clan could only watch in shock as Coldfire limped into the clan and carefully dropped the kit at the paws of the mother. She gave the mother a level look with her eyes, not saying a word. The Queen stared back at the supposed 'kit killer' before bursting into tears and proceeded to lick Coldfire in a show of gratitude. Coldfire was needless to say, shocked at the Queen's behavior. But it wasn't only the Queen, soon the entire Clan was cheering for her. After that, everything changed for Coldfire.

She was no longer the 'kit killer' but the 'kit savior'. Every apprentice wanted her as a mentor and the warriors went out of their way to talk with her. Coldfire even went to her first Gathering since becoming a warrior, where the leader bragged about her exploits. Things were finally looking up for the she cat, but the scars still remained. From the fight with the dog and of the past. She still was aloof, indifferent and rather cold but she became more talkative and almost charming. With the past stigmas behind her Coldfire almost grew into an entirely new cat.

Coldfire gained her first apprentice as soon as she was healed. A lively little thing named Streampaw. He was star struck by Coldfire's quick rise to fame in all the clans and trained hard under her careful attention. Despite being his mentor, Coldfire never grew close to Streampaw. Sure she trained him and never miss treated him, but they remained distant acquaintance at best. In no time at all, Streampaw became Streamstrider and was envied to be a great warrior because of who his mentor was.

By now, word of Coldfire's adventure against the dog was spread all over the clans. During Gatherings, Coldfire would get sideways glances and cats from all clans coming up to her and asking her to retell her story. Not liking the constant repetition of her story, Coldfire usually left the story telling to Littleheart.

It was around this time ShadowClan's numbers started to decline, less and less kits were making it through the leaf bare and the clan was becoming noticeably smaller and smaller. It was enough to make all the warriors as twitchy as Twitchear. To make matters worse, with a clan full of said twitchy warriors, any clan found near their borders were in for a tongue lashing. A few small fights had already broken out and the medicine cat found himself busy with all the patients.

Coldfire was already a victim of a few of these injuries, having been in several patrols who were attacked/attacking. She didn't complain too much. While ShadowClan was in a time of hardship, with each battle Coldfire felt closer and closer to her clanmates. In patrols, Coldfire felt herself repeatedly being put in the leader position rather than one of the senior warriors. And best of all, the clan was slowly getting over the kit incident and starting to admire Coldfire for her other characteristics.

The tension between ShadowClan, RiverClan and ThunderClan quickly escalated until one night it finally broke. Both RiverClan and ThunderClan planned a surprise attack on ShadowClan. Being ShadowClan, some of the cats patrolled the territory at night and managed to alert the camp before the two clans could reach it. The resulting battle was one of confusion and fury. Coldfire was in the very thick of it, with all the other cats. She swiped at cats left and right, almost hitting other ShadowClan cats in the confusion. Deciding she had had enough of the confusion, Coldfire rallied the ShadowClan cats nearest to her and pushed the invading forces back enough to give them breathing room. Coldfire and the rest of the clan fell back to camp, not sure where the clans were going to attack. Using the shadows to their advantage, Coldfire organized small cells of cats, no bigger than a group of three to make a systematic patrol around the camp, gradually widening their radius. The cell of cats would use a tactic similar to hunting lions and split up the clan of cats into smaller groups then run them into a second cell to finish the fight. Slowly but surely, the number of RiverClan and ThunderClan cats dwindled until the two clans called for retreat.

ShadowClan celebrated their victory and most of the cats turned to Coldfire for congratulations. Their spirits were considerably dampened when their leader was found dead at the border. The clan was thrown into a panic, despite having a deputy everyone thought the leader still had a few lives left. The Deputy stepped up to become leader and said he had to deliberate before naming a deputy. It was Littleheart that asked the question: "How are we going to get them back for this?" ShadowClan was instantly in an uproar, swearing vengeance against RiverClan and ThunderClan. The deputy hesitated, trading looks with the medicine cat before trying to reason with the clan. They were too injured, too tired, had no plan. Nothing seemed to quell the feeling for revenge in the hearts of the ShadowClan cats. Finally giving up, the deputy told the clan they would start planning in two days, when he had his lives and they had some rest.

Coldfire instantly stood up as the words left the deputy's mouth. "Two days?" She asked calmly, and instantly the noise died down and all eyes were on the honey coloured she cat. "They will be just as ready for us in two days. We need to act now." Coldifre meowed firmly. ShadowClan rallied behind their 'kit savior' with vigor. The deputy winced but agreed to Coldfire with but a few words. "What will our plan be?" Coldfire smirked.

Coldfire instantly got to work, she sent all the cats to either get rest or get healed. She took Twigtail and Littleheart with her on border patrol. The three over exadurated their limping as they by passed ThunderClan borders. "B-but what happens now, that the leader is dead?" Littleheart asked, fright in his voice. Twigtail gave her son a defeated look. "All his lives are gone. It is up to the deputy now. Tonight he will have to journey to get his nine lives. It will allow the clan to rest up." Was Twigtail's reply. Coldfire gave an over exaggerated huff of exhaustion. "StarClan knows, we need it." Coldfire meowed loudly, just enough for the ThunderClan patrol across the border could hear them. the wicked, scheming glint never left Coldfire's eyes as she trotted back to camp.

Coldfire came back to the entire clan waiting in the middle of camp for a clan meeting. Puzzled, Coldfire sat at the back of the crowd next to Twitchear. The deputy was sitting next to the medicine cat with a wary, tired look on his face. "In the light of our new plan, I have decided to name a new deputy now rather than later." He said, loud enough for the clan to hear. All the cats shifted restlessly as he took a breathe and observed them all carefully. "I have decided Coldfire shall be the new deputy. I say these words before StarClan, that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of ShadowClan is Coldfire." Before the former deputy could even finish his words, the clan was cheering, showing their clear approval of the new deputy.

With Coldfire in a position of power, her plan was executed much smoother. They would launch their revenge against ThunderClan by sending a team of three assassins to each clan. The assassins were to sneak into the leader's den and take the life (or all the lives) or the leader. One life for another. Was Coldfire's motto. The rest of the clan would wait just outside the camp encase something went wrong. the clans were already lulled into a false sense of security with Coldfire's loud declaration of their leader's death. Hopefully that sense of security would cause them to let their guard down against attack.

Coldfire was apart of the assassination team sent to ThunderClan. She leader her team through the thicket with relative ease. The two teams left in the dead of night, with no a crescent moon to light their path. That source of light was quickly lost to dark storm clouds in the sky. A snow storm quickly descended over the forest, muffling the sound and smell of the approaching ShadowClan cats but making it difficult for them to see. Ignoring the stinging cold against her raw wounds, Coldfire preserver through the storm until ThunderClan was in sight. There was a single, small apprentice keeping guard at the entrance. Coldfire quickly pinned the younger cat and held a paw against her throat to keep her quiet.

She motioned for two cats to step forward before passing the apprentice off to the biggest cat in their team. Coldfire peaked into ThunderClan camp before signaling the two cats in her cell to follow her. There were no problems sneaking across the camp and slipping into the leader's den. The sight that greeted Coldfire made her freeze. The leader was no alone inside, rather curled next to a single kit.

Coldfire swallowed loudly, her eyes never leaving the kit in the leader's paws. The kit must have been his son. Feeling reluctance claw at her pelt, Coldfire quickly shook it off and moved forward silently. It happened so fast, to this day Coldfire isn't exactly sure what happened. The kit had been harshly batted out of the way, causing the little tom to squeal and awaken the leader, but it was too late for warning. Coldfire's claws had already ripped through the leader's underbelly, exposing his innards. Her blood stained claws closed harshly on the leader's throat, preventing any noise from escaping. His large terrified eyes looked straight into Coldfire's amber ones before they lost their light and life. Coldfire stepped away from the body and turned around without so much as a second glance at the leader's body, not caring if he had more than one life. She made sure to avoid the eyes of the kit as well. The three cats carefully walked out of the leaders den and dashed out of the camp. The rest of the ShadowClan cats were still waiting and their eyes light up at the sight of blood staining Coldfire's paws. The she cat simply nodded at them. Before they could so much as utter a word, the apprentice that had been guarding the camp squirmed free of their paws and raced back into camp with a terrified wail. The ShadowClan cats instantly broke out into a run for ShadowClan territory. The sound of angry ThunderClan cats came from behind them. The group had just passed into the ShadowClan borders when the ThunderClan cats caught up to them. The two clans collided for the second time in two days. But there was no real heat to the battle. Both clans were exhausted and the snow storm wasn't helping. The battle didn't last long until both clans turned back and headed to their respected clans. Coldfire trotted back to her clan along with her clan mates, broad smiles on their faces. They had gotten their revenge and survived to tell the tale.

When they got back to camp it was to meet a solemn atmosphere. The ex-deputy, soon-to-be leader was killed. Coldfire stopped dead. That left the clan leadership up to her. The freeze only lasted a second before she leaped up onto the knarled stump. She stood for the first time before her clan as leader. The snow storm quieted for a moment and the snow fell peacefully around them. Coldfire's amber eyes observed the eager and triumphant looks on her clanmates faces and gave them all a slight smile. "I will travel to get my nine lives tonight." Were her simple words.

Leader
Coldstar was accepted by the other clans with a large degree of wariness. ThunderClan was hateful towards ShadowClan but thankfully let off when they realized ShadowClan was under new management. RiverClan was also wary and worried. They had attacked ShadowClan under the leadership of the previous leader but now that Coldstar was leader, none of the clans knew what to expect.

Coldstar herself was a little hesitant being leader. She had absolutely no training as a deputy, not even a full day had passed as her being deputy before she had become leader. ShadowClan's faith did not waver in her. Over the next few moons Coldstar became confident in her position and ShadowClan was up and running again. There were two litters of new kits and the previous kits were made into apprentices. After all the warriors had recovered from battle, the clan thrived like they had never done before. It seemed Coldstar has started a completely new era for ShadowClan; an era that made ShadowClan more threatening than it ever was before.

RP Sample

Coldstar stared at the leader's den cautiously, it was the first time she was in there. The top of the den was covered in spider webs and multiple spiders crawled their way through the webs, ensnaring tangled prey. Coldstar's amber eyes were captivated by the spider's progress and walked deeper into the den. She looked closer and stray bugs were not the only things caught in the webbing, there were also teeth, feline teeth. A sudden feeling of understanding washed over Coldstar as she turned out of the den and hurried over to the bodies of the leader and deputy. They lay at the far side of the camp, stiff, cold and still with battle wounds marking their bodies. Coldstar hesitated before them and glanced up at the night sky. The stars twinkled back at her mockingly. Carefully, Coldstar put her paw in the deputy's mouth and broke off one of his fangs. She repeated the process with the leader as well, the entire time muttering under her breathe.

"You both have served ShadowClan well and we honor you for your feats. You will be forever remembered, as you are apart of ShadowClan, ShadowClan will always have a part of you." She meowed softly, as she took the two fangs back into the leader's, or rather her, den. Coldstar carefully placed the two fangs into the intricate workings of the webs, making sure not to disturb the spider's work.

Nodding to herself, Coldstar stepped back and looked at the eerie sight. All the ShadowClan leaders and deputies before her, all of them had their fangs cut from their dead, decaying mouths and placed in the Leader's den by the paws of their successor. An old ShadowClan tradition. Coldstar felt a sudden sense of mortality. One day one of her fangs would be up there, with the rest of her ancestors. The thought made the she cat shiver.

Shaking off the feelings, Coldstar trotted to the back of the den where a single nest had been placed. Coldstar circled the nest once before laying down. It was not very comfortable but it barely bothered the she cat. Her breathe misted in front of her as she gazed at the entrance of her den. She could still see the snow falling, filling the clan with cold and a light layer of powdery snow.

Coldstar let out a bitter laugh; 30 moons ago, who would have guessed that a near death she cat would become leader of an entire clan? For the first time since her kit moons, Coldstar thought of her mother. Was she still alive? What would she think of her one living kit? Coldstar scoffed at herself. Why was she suddenly being so sentimental? Was becoming a leader making her soft? No. If anything, it had hardened her heart.

Feeling sleep leave her, Coldstar got to her paws, by passing the multiple eyes of the spiders watching her as she stood at the entrance of her den and gazed at the magnificent winter sky. thousands of stars gazed back at her, almost expectantly. Expectant of her rise to greatness. Coldstar would not disappoint them. She would become something the clans would never forget.

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[Miu]

Very nice. But in your physical description I just want you to know that cats can't get cold from other cats. The body temperature thing is fine, but it wouldn't be possible for other cats to feel it as well.

Accepted.