Soulstar

[| Soul |]

Name: Soulstar
Age: 25 moons
Gender: Shecat
Rank: Leader
Clan: MoonClan
Breed: Mixed
Personality:

She likes to find the bright side of things. She is loyal to her clan and wishes to be in no other. Soulstar is easy to get along with, and does not get angry easily. She treats everyone with respect, and hopes that she can lead her clan well. StarClan is also a big think to her. It's mainly the moon and the sun. Kittypets on the other hand, lrk in her nightmares. She would attack any if they where to take even a single pawstep into her territory. Rogues and Loners don't bother her. Her mother used to be one, but was taken in by MoonClan.

Appearance:

Black with blue eyes. Glossy coat that is short. She has Grey paws and tail. Her slender body allowes her to be more flexable and fit into tight spaces. She has long white wiskers , that make er look smaller than she is.

History:

She had a fairly normal history, but once she almost drowned in a puddle as a kit. Her father had to save her, otherwise she wouldn't be here now. She was also injured in a battle between the clans. Her shoulder doesn't exactly work correctly, so she can't do everything as easily as the other cats, but that doesn't affect her spirit.

RPG Example:

Soulstar padded along in the dark. She was out late, but wanter to get some fresh air. He muttered something to herself and stopped for a moment. He continued to mutter and then started to walk again. She thought that if any cat where to see her they would think her crazy. Although she didn't even know what she was uttering the words just seemed to fall out of her soft black muzzle. A breeze blew in from the west causing her black fur to ruffle. She gave it a disapproving look and continued padding along. The earth beneath her was soft and cold. It was rich soil thats why so many plants grow here. The night reminded her of an odd story an elder told her once. She shook her head at the thought. Pawstep by pawstep she came closer to an unsuspecting mouse. Turing her ears toward the scrabble of the small creature. Stopping only to take in a whiff of its scent to determine where it was. Legs ready to spring, claws aching to feel the warm blood. Pouncing the mouse made a squeak and tryed to run, but it was stopped dead in its tracks. She had caught it. Her nostrils filled with the scent of blood and mouse. Her teeth sinking into its neck. Smiling she took a quick bite. It was warm and full of flavor. Licking the blood off a whisker she raised her head to look at a bush. It rustled. A pair of ice blue eyes could be seen through the green leaves. Her fur bristled. 'Dare a rogue attack me?' She thought to herself. The eyes moved from side to side before coming closer. A slender white tom slinked out of the bush. She froze. 'it can't be!' her mind raced. "Hello Soulshadow." He said smiling.