. ...Applestar... .
Streamclan Leader
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About
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|Name|Applestar
|Previous Names|Applekit, Applepaw, Applestripe
|Gender|Male
|Age|108
|Health|Slowly fading eyesight, an old wound on his left hind-leg that acts up and causes him to limp sometimes
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Loyalties
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|Clan|Streamclan
|Rank|Leader
|Mentor|Tansyheart|Apprentices|Smallfoot, Squirrelnose
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On the outside
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|Eyes|Pale olive-green orbs rest beneath his defined brow and are dotted with delicate seemingly blue dapples.
|Coat|His pelt is short-haired and sleek, though age is withering its spender and resulting is courser hairs. The coloring is a deep russet chestnut with a lighter underbelly and dark brown spotted tabby markings. His muzzle is very grey with age and experience giving him a distinguished look.
|Body Build|Apple is a tad larger then the average warrior of the forest with long and powerful hind-legs, broad shoulders, and a stocky figure. His head is distinctly wedge-shaped with a regal muzzle and wide, deep set, eyes.
|Scars|A long, thin, and pale pink scar trails along his left flank and down his thigh (the result of a battle with the former Moorclan leader which cost Apple a life). Another scar, thin and ragged, dashes across the top of his muzzle (from a fight with a full-grown rabbit as an apprentice). His right ear has two nicks from a fight with a Moorclan warrior, and another scar, hardly noticeable, travels along his chest in a loose "v" (the cause was a fight with the Pirate cats, which also cost him a life). More nicks mottle his form, but most are thin and fairly unnoticeable until closer inspection. Each comes with a story of woe, grief, heroics, and mistakes.
|Size|13 inches tall, and roughly 12 pounds
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On the inside
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|Attitude|The passing of many moons has withered this old tom, and attempted to teach him the wisdom of patience. There is an unmistakable fire within Apple, though, that drives him onward for better or for worse. Somewhat headstrong, this feline would rather battle with words and claw than have his pride trampled on. While his determination has led Streamclan to numerous victories, it has also spelled disaster on more then one occasion. Do not mistake him for a fool, his cunning makes up for what he lacks in common sense and his warmth towards his clan-mates is never ending. He may be rough, and come off as arrogant, but there is much more to this tom then that.
|Notable traits|His personal and clan pride is a driving force which leads him to continually strive forward. It also results in rash decisions. Luckily in the past his strength and stamina have saved him, but now his body is beginning to fail with age.
|Likes|Sharing a roudy meal and a tale with his clanmates, often boasting
Patrolling the boarders and snapping at other clans
Participating in training sessions
Watching his daughter grow
Enjoying his mate's warmth
|Dislikes|Dishonor, it worries his mind and claws at his heart
Failure, it causes dishonor, but (albeit) can lead to learning and success
The pains of age, they slow his body and dull his passion
Being stuck upon the ground in camp with a stiff leg
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Abilities
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|Basic|While his hearing and sense of smell yet remain intact, this old tom's eyesight is slowly failing. Traditionally he was known for great strength and agility, but the aged wound in his leg is slowing him down and causing most troublesome. Climbing the trees and roots of his land as well as swimming through the slow waters still remains a joy (though it pains him to do so with his injury).
|Hunting|His average hunting skills have slowly faded with the stiffness of his leg. And what he lacks in patience results in many a missed kill and frustrated hiss. And don't even get him started on what it requires to catch a fish in terms of waiting time.
|Fighting|He was, in some regards, a bit of a brute though lacking the skill required of a "-claw." His passion would often lead him into battle, and if it where not for his strength he'd be a much balder cat. Now a days he risks his stiff back leg hindering his attack, but his thick head keeps him from the sense of backing away from a battle.
|Healing|Nothing is known but for the very, very basics (like cobwebs, and that pretty much covers it).
|Social|Although he may be fiery, which leads to many a harsh retort, he has a light humor and charisma that leads to a plethora of friends and allies. Apple does not come off as the "good listener" sort, though, and while he could give decent advice it is forewarned that you go to his daughter instead for a sympathetic ear. His biggest fault in this department is his rash attitude towards foes and that of the other clans. While age as lent him more grace then youth had, he still bristles before he thinks.
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Family
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|Mother|Daisystorm|Father|Russetcoat|Littermates|Honeyflower, Cherrynose,
Pinefur|Mate|Clovertail
|Kits|Litter 1 :: Bramblestream,
Goldenfang,
ReedpawLitter 2 :: Mapleflower, Kitetail
|Grandkits|Bramblestream//Mothfur
Goosepaw, Brownpaw, Mudpaw
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History
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~ Within the withered hollow shaft of the antique nursery tree Applekit, Honeykit, Cherrykit, and Pinekit where fetched unceremoniously into the world. Their birth, though adored as all new additions to the clan are, was rather trivial and mundane. Daisystorm was an immensely proud warrior queen, and incessantly left the bundles of fluff to return to her duties out in the dark depths of the forest. Russetcoat, on the other paw, seized every opportunity to be a doting and loving father -playing with his kits and spoiling them upon every occasion. It is easy to assume then that they were indeed a happy and average family.
~ As the looming form of a broad-shouldered feline stood silhouetted with the sun forsaken Highstone, Applepaw’s growing legs trembled. The young tom’s stout head, though, was lifted proudly into the cooling air with his pale green eyes glowing in the dim light. His mentor, Tansyheart, was known for being gentle and thoughtful –the exact opposite of Apple. While she strove to teach the young tom patience he fought doubly hard to master everything in the quickest possible way. He would spur on the other apprentices with jibs and speeches, often causing a rowdy scene to unfold. In this way Yellowkit and the male became friends, the best of.
~ Darkness lapped at Applestripe’s pale claws as they dug reflexively into the dry soil of Moorclan’s territory. He proved to be neither the strongest nor the brightest of warriors, but his determination and devotion had led him into the title of deputy. His first apprentice, Squirrelnose, lay a fox-length ahead as she inspected the faint trail of a fox leading upon the grassy knoll. A more pressing issue hung in the thickening air, though –Streamclan would take back their territory upon this clouded day. The earth was drenched with thick, russet blood by the time the moon peeked from behind a corner of the last remaining storm cloud. Apple’s head was hunched in defeat, the body of his sister lay crumpled and lifeless upon the grass. While the warriors had won the land for the time being it had come with a heavy price. But not all was lost and as light washed the land a love kindled between him and a beautiful ivory she-cat, Clovertail.
~ Moons passed and Applestripe became Applestar with the passing of the elder she-cat who had led Streamclan to numerous triumphs. This proud tom had come to lose his youngest son within his first litter, and the death was not taken well. Using the fresh wound of the clan he rallied his warriors and commanded them once more into battle with Moorclan. It was victorious in the end, but the passionate leader lost a life and received a wound to his hind-leg that was to trouble him greatly in his elder years. But life went on, and he was blessed with another healthy litter of kits. His second apprentice, a young tom by the name of Smallpaw, did not live up to his expectations by far. Applestar had been a passionate kitten and so he expected the same. Smallpaw’s story, though, is best told by the tom himself.
~ Now an old feline, Applestar’s passion has begun to wane and patience may prove to take its place –though this is left to be seen. He has lost many a life to battles, mistakes, and victories. Each is precious and distinct, and a story unto themselves. Now he watches with slowly fading eyes as those he loves passes away to be replaced with new faces and dreams.
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Relationships
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:{Loved}{Crush}{Highly Respected}:
:{Respected}{Best Friend}{Friend}:
:{Uncertain}{Disappointed}{Dislike}:
:{Hate}{Apologetic}{Mournful}:
{Mapleflower} My little girl, you have your grandmother's spirit alright. I don't want to see you settle for just any tom, and I'll certainly intimidate all the fools away. I do, though, hope to see some little kittens scattering about, I'm certain they'd have your beauty and intelligence. HAhahaa
{Clovertail} WIP
{Yellowtail} I don't understand, you showed such promise as a warrior and such strength. Why would you give all that up, did it mean nothing to you? You where a cat I could depend on, but now you turn on me as if I had killed your future. But you are my medicine cat and as such I will respect you, and I will do the best to hide the awkwardness that catches my throat each time my eyes meet yours. What is this? I have done nothing wrong!
{Smallfoot} WIP
{Sparrowpelt} My boy, we've done a fair job so far I'd say at keeping our warriors brave and proud. I'm glad to have a strong tom like you at my side in these times. We'll teach Moorclan that the Grassy Knoll is ours! Hahahaa, they wouldn't dare challenge us. Then when the time comes, oh don't give me that look I'm sure it won't be long now, I will put my faith in you to guard Streamclan.
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