Starting out;

Name: Featherstar
Gender: She-cat
Age: 47 Moons
Clan: DuskClan
Rank: Leader

Main Body;

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Appearance:

Featherstar is not a cat like no other. Her height and weight are standard, her fur is medium length, and her pelt is the color of a dusty brown. Her head is large, especially in the place between her eyes and the top of her head. Her big eyes are proportionate to her disproportionate head. She looks slightly awkward, a lean cat with a big head. Her build is simple, though. She's muscular enough to invoke a little fear, and healthy looking enough to reassure her clan that she is perfectly strong. The light brown fur that covers her lean body is fluffy and feathered, hence her name. Her nose is of a warm pink, and her facial features such as eyes and lips are outlined in a dark brown. She looks slightly unrealistic up close, but few do see her at such a view. She prefers to keep her face away from her clan for the most part.

Her eyes are average- nothing out of the ordinary, as with the rest of her appearance. Her massive peepers are a dark orange in color, nearly brown. She has bright eyes, the type that guarantee liveliness and spunk. She's a bit untamed, but, in the end, it works out for the best.

Personality:

Featherstar is dull in appearance, although her personality is brilliantly unique. Unlike the simplicity of her looks, Featherstar is complex in personality. The outer personality, the one displayed to her clan or otherwise, is the typical dream leader. She acts confident yet friendly, agreeable yet firm. She can be very sweet at times, or rip the pelts of enemy warriors at other times. This side of her is just as plain as her looks. Yet, there is more, so much more, to Featherstar.

For example, she is a lot different in private. She is known to burst out chattering randomly, panic, or even fall silent for long period of time. Alone with a certain tom, which no cat is unfortunate to be at the moment, she is prone to sudden bursts of affection. This Featherstar is the one that those closest to her know. She doesn't try to hide her flaws around her friends. The thing is, there is part of her that resists her friends and tries to pull away. She can't admit not knowing or being confused, hiding such feelings by falling silent and staring off into the distance.

The third Featherstar is Featherstar herself. This side of our feline friend comes out when she is all by herself. She lets herself think about her flaws, her mistakes, and what she doesn't know. Not knowing truly scares her. She does all she can to keep her true self hidden. Keeping a perfect appearance in front of her clan is important to her. She does not want them to consider her as weak or afraid, she wants to be seen as the greatest leader ever. She is not so ambitious as to kill, yet she will almost anything else to defend her clan, her dignity, or herself. The warrior code and StarClan matter to her, don't get me wrong. Featherstar is not evil, she's just alarmingly different. Sometimes she thinks she may be evil, before dismissing it simply as "the way to lead a clan".

History:

Featherstar was not born as a rogue, loner, or kittypet. In fact, she was born right here in DuskClan. She lived a normal life as a kit. The tumbling, playing, listening to elder's tales, and gazing at the warriors with starry eyes did not show any difference in her than any other kit. She ran and played, caused a little mischief here and there, but she didn't do anything ground breaking or especially alarming. Life as a kit seemed to be the most exciting thing to her- how could it be any more exciting? Becoming an apprentice would be fun, but being a kit was great. She saw herself as mature as some warriors, even when she was a kit. To Featherstar, the world was made up of two kinds of cats: those who liked kits, and those who were boring. This young kit had a lot to learn.

Her apprenticeship was fun. Sure, she ate while she was hunting and was sentenced to picking ticks from the elder's fur at times. But, hey, no cat is perfect, right? Featherstar did thoroughly enjoy her training, though. She loved learning, hunting, and fighting. She wasn't the best, no, but she was good. She was a fast learner and an adaptable cats, leading to the receiving of her warrior name at the age of thirteen moons. This was an exceptionally exciting part of her life, seeing as she had spent so many long hours as a kit dreaming about this day and this moment. Her life changed dramatically from this point on. Featherstar became an entirely new cat.

For one thing, she became more friendly and outgoing. She did all she could to comfort her friends, or just about any other cat in the clan. She would do her best not to hiss and spit when a bundle of pesky kits tumbled into her. Her goal was to become a better warrior than ever before. Why live in the past, when she focused so much on herself? This personality change was what led to her becoming clan deputy. She was a good and strong warrior. When the current leader died, Featherstar became the new clan leader. She was greeted with happy meowing from her clan as she promised to lead them to them best of her ability. To this day, she does just that.

The End;

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If it weren't for the steady rise and fall of her flank and the slight rasp of air coming from her dark nose, one could have easily mistaken the sleeping HiddenClan leader as dead. Her pearly gray fur was ruffled slightly, and her body was stretched out. Her paws were curl up and tucked close to her belly, and her eyes were shut tight. The peaceful dream that she was deeply absorbed in relaxed the typically tense she-cat's aching muscles. In her vivid dream, she was running through a forest, with dew on the ever so green grass, the sun shining brightly, and birds whistling in the trees. Her tiny gray paws beat out a steady rhythm on the forest floor, which felt uncharacteristically soft. Her eyes didn't dart back and forth as they usually did, instead moving slowly, taking in the scene before here. In this world, she was no longer Graystar. She didn't have to live in fear. This was her own little world, where she could curl up and sleep without worrying about who will try to kill her at night. Sitting down in a bush full of blue berries, the she-cat curled up in a tight ball and fell asleep. The real Graystar, however, woke the moment her dream-self slipped off into it's own dream. Wondering how she could possibly be related to the dream-self that was clearly her, Graystar stretched her muscles. She trotted to the edge of camp, where she watched the going ons of everyday life. Warriors and apprentices came and left, cats ate, kits played, and queens gossiped. Nothing was out of the ordinary. As her muscles returned to their typical tension, Graystar padded around. She greeted the cats before her. She ate a mouse. She carried on with life as she always had. The real Graystar was back, the Graystar who feared and fretted for her life and the lives of her clan. She shook away the dream. Already, the possibility of true inner peace had slid away from her, like rain slipping off her thick, oily pelt. She didn't, wouldn't, and couldn't live in such a world. Right? The gray she-cat's mind was elsewhere as she continued her incessant pacing around the camp. True, today was a beautiful day. The thick canopy of the forest hid the majority of the sky, but the few patches visible were a bright, clear blue. The sun warmed the earth, even through the thick trees. The camp was built up well- as always. Everything was in order, but something felt amiss. Was it the fact that Graystar had just seen a world she had been deprived of since kithood? Did she get a taste of inner peace, only to have it snatched away? It would be impossible to retrieve that feeling, except in her dreams. Gone was that feeling of being content and not worrying about who is waiting to strike and what that rustle in the leaves was. Graystar thought about herself- her nervous stance, her achingly tight muscles, ready to strike at any given moment. Graystar saw her life as a cat in an elder's tale. To her, the world felt like it had all been planned and put here for her to live in. There was a plan for her life and death, a plan that she didn't know. Not knowing how and when she would die, if it would be painful or easy, who would kill her, and what would happen to her clan scare Graystar immensely. Not knowing something would give Graystar an awful feeling, the feeling that you get when something terrible happens and you feel really stupid. Stupidity, along with death, was one of Graystar's biggest fears. Embarrassing encounters and fear of dying give her trouble getting to sleep, usually leaving her tired and weak for the daylight hours. For once in her life, Graystar had been napping frequently. She didn't get prophecies every time she lays her little fluffy gray head down to sleep, yet her dreams were filled with strange things these days. Joy, kits, chasing butterflies, and that odd sort of pure happiness. Graystar was having the dreams of a kit- chasing things that she couldn't feed her clan with, goofing around, and just being happy for absolutely no reason at all. This made no sense to the logical she-cat. She was an adult cat, although her compact, furry body certainly didn't show it. There was no logic behind this insanity. It would be understandable if she's been loading her unnaturally small stomach with fresh kills, but she wasn't. It would be understandable if Graystar was a psychotic old rogue queen, but she was only a slightly psychotic clan leader. Her dreams in the past hadn't been anything major: just chasing prey and fighting epic battles that the elders told her about when she was a kit. Aside for the occasional rare prophecy, her dreams had been no different than that of other cats. Her dreams had either made sense to her or were able to be dismissed as too much food. What went on in her mind was nothing spectacular- nothing special at all. Still deeply pondering the meaning of her unusual dream, Graystar walked headfirst into the large weeping willow located in the center of the camp. Shaking her head, she decided to pull her mind out of her dream world. She was awake, and she needed to be active and alert. She may be the leader of the clan, but she still had a duty to HiddenClan. Her clan was her home and family, and wandering around like a sleepy kit all day wasn't doing anything to help anyone. Giving her chest three quick licks, the dark gray she-cat padded to the edge of the camp. She smelled the air to check for returning patrols. The air was still aside from the typical forest scents. Deciding that all was okay, Graystar ventured just outside of the camp. There was a rabbit warren nearby the edge of the clearing, and if she could just find those pesky little animals, the fresh kill pile would grow considerably. As her nose caught the tasty scent, her mouth watered and her body instinctively dropped into a hunter's crouch. She moved quickly and quietly, making her kill. She carried the food back to the camp, her tail held high with pride in her latest accomplishment. Just for good measure, she glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was behind her before pushing her way into the clearing.

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