Post by Rowanstar on Jul 10, 2014 15:50:25 GMT
RIVERCLAN - 48 MOONS - LEADER - MALE - HETEROSEXUAL
PERSONALITY
Rowanstar thinks of himself as a fairly straightforward tom. He likes to keep things simple and honest and has never had any use for trickery or cunning mind games. He obeys the Warrior Code and honors the unspoken rules of war, even if that means putting RiverClan at a disadvantage. Rowanstar knows there are cats in his Clan who disagree with him on that point, and even he sometimes wonders if his stubborn obedience of the law jeopardizes his ability to lead; but he has no use for cats who use deceit for personal gain. Honor is everything.
Perhaps it’s obvious that he has no tolerance for rule-breakers, but this doesn’t make him a judgmental cat. In fact, in most cases, Rowanstar is fairly understanding. He’s not particularly talkative, which makes him an excellent listener, and he’s known to hear out any cat’s problem with a sympathetic ear. Whether it’s about training an apprentice, a squabble between friends, or even a plea for romantic advice, cats approaching Rowanstar with a problem can count on him to be fair and understanding. Unless, of course, rules are broken. He’s not afraid to hand down a cold and swift punishment, even if he does understand the motives. His idea of justice is understanding, but unbiased.
On the whole, he demands respect from his Clan, and he finds that it’s easier to get that respect if he doesn’t form close of bonds with his Clanmates. He has a few close friends that he made during his younger years, but now that he’s older, it’s much more difficult for him to make friends. He simply doesn’t make the effort, out of some mixture of stubbornness and shyness. The same can be said for his romantic endeavors. With all the responsibility of leadership on his shoulders, love is the furthest thing from his mind. It might even be said that Rowanstar takes his responsibility as leader too seriously, at the expense of his mental and social health. But Rowanstar knows there’s no such thing as a leader who works too hard.
HISTORY
Rowanstar was supposed to be part of a litter of three. He was born first on a cloudless, Greenleaf night, and his father quickly named him after the rowan tree, for his reddish-brown pelt. His sister came next, but his third sibling, a brother, was stillborn.
Because there were only two of them, Rowanstar and his sister became very close. During their apprenticeships, Rowanstar found himself chasing away the toms that tried to flirt with her. Like a true brother, he harassed her and played tricks on her, but he’d be the first to defend her if anyone else dared be mean to her.
His apprenticeship was fairly uneventful, until seven moons into his training. Rowanstar and his friends were sunning themselves near the river when they noticed a group of rogue cats crossing the RiverClan border. Rowanstar was the quickest of the group and raced back to camp to alert their leader. He and a few warriors were able to fight off the band of intruders. Young Rowanpaw even took on a full-grown tom and sent him whimpering back to the border. One moon later, Rowanpaw passed his assessment and was named Rowanheart, for his courage.
As a warrior, Rowanheart loved roaming the territory. He volunteered on every patrol he could just to take in the RiverClan land he loved so much. On his border patrols, he started regularly running across a ThunderClan she-cat. The warrior, Featherflight, was his polar opposite: warm, talkative, and risky. A strange friendship between the two flared up almost instantly, and one night, Featherflight dared him to meet up with her at night. Rowanheart knew taking a mate in another clan was forbidden, but they were only friends. If they met at someplace neutral, like Fourtrees, what would be the harm? He told himself this the entire night, but he knew that he and Featherflight were walking a thin line. To make things worse, RiverClan’s deputy caught him sneaking back into camp just before dawn, smelling of ThunderClan. As part of his punishment, Rowanheart’s apprentice was taken away from him and he was put on elder duties for a moon.
In the hours of picking ticks out of the elders’ fur, Rowanheart made a vow never to let his heart jeopardize the Warrior Code again. Any friendship he had had with Featherflight was over. To overcome his humiliation and redeem himself in the eyes of his Clan, he had to work twice as hard. He hunted for twice as long as the other cats and started organizing fighting training with his friends to keep his battle skills sharp. It was obvious to the Clan that this was a different Rowanheart: he was levelheaded, focused, and indefatigable. He earned himself another apprentice and, through his hard work on patrols and in battle, won the appreciation of the Clan’s new deputy, Minnowtooth.
Minnowtooth wasn’t deputy for long before Ravenstar died. Rowanheart was out assessing his apprentice when Badgerpelt came yowling through the territory, alerting the Clan that something terrible had happened. When he returned to camp, Rowanheart was shocked to see the mauled, lifeless body of the clan leader.
There was an attack... Minnowtooth had begun to explain, but Rowanheart had barely listened. Was it a badger? A dog? The sight was so gruesome that he could hardly think. As they buried their leader, Rowanheart's shock was slowly replaced by a guilty relief. Ravenstar had been so old… Minnowtooth, Rowanheart believed, would make a better leader.
He never expected for the newly-named Minnowstar to name him deputy, though. Sure, Rowanheart was experienced, but there many much more seasoned warriors. Whatever Minnowstar’s reason, he was honored. At first.
Under Minnowstar’s reign, things in RiverClan began to quickly decline. Now that she was in power, Minnowstar revealed sides of herself Rowanheart had never seen before. She was violent and almost cruelly impatient. Her solution to every problem was to fight. She was reckless with the rules of the forest and hardly batted an eye at the strife she was causing within her own clan and the bloodshed she was causing throughout the forest. Rowanheart disagreed with her on almost every aspect. Out of respect for StarClan’s chosen leader, Rowanheart refrained from criticizing her too harshly, although they certainly argued. Minnowstar wasn’t afraid to attack the decisions he made as deputy, with both her words and her claws.
But Minnowstar couldn’t drag the clan into that many battles without risking her own lives. She lived so recklessly and made so many enemies that it was only a matter of time before some angry cat stole her last life in battle. When Minnowstar died, Rowanheart felt no guilt over his relief. RiverClan had been saved from one of the most dangerous leaders it had ever known. Not even he, uncertain in his ability and humiliated from moons of public abuse by Minnowstar—no, even a cat like himself was more suited to lead than she.
But following in such a leader’s footsteps has not been easy. Convincing the other clans that RiverClan is so no longer violent or manipulative has proven much more difficult than Rowanstar expected. He has done nothing but abide by the Warrior Code, and still the clans are accusing RiverClan of hunting outside of their territory. WindClan and RiverClan, certainly, would claw RiverClan in the back if they could. ShadowClan remains the only hope that RiverClan has of receiving outside help, but with Rowanstar refusing to make promises that would go against The Code, RiverClan has little to offer.
It has been fifteen moons since Rowanstar received his lives, but still, the other clans and his own clanmates doubt him. His efforts to revive the old spirit of RiverClan might just save him, if they destroy him first.
RP SAMPLE
He knew what this looked like. Rowanstar growled as he raced toward the ThunderClan border. The steady drizzle struck his pelt, drop by slow drop. In the distance, a flash of lightning lit up the early morning sky. If he didn’t find the trail before this storm rolled in, he was doomed. His race against the rain would determine the fate of both kit and Clan.
“Where was he last spotted?” Rowanstar called, hoping the wind carried his voice back to Darktail.
“Heading southeast from the border. But he’s probably just wandering…”
“You know what those ThunderClan pests are already saying.” The voice of RiverClan’s oldest apprentice made Rowanstar flatten his ears. Yes, he knew what ThunderClan thought—what every Clan would think, if he didn’t find the kit.
“It looks like RiverClan was luring him over,” Rowanstar replied flatly. Just what the Clan needed now. A reputation for kit-stealing.
They were almost on top of the ThunderClan border when Rowanstar first noticed the tracks. Tiny paw prints embedded in the dirt left a faint trail of the kit. As he stared, a large raindrop fell into one, muddying it. Lowering his head to the ground, he padded quickly. The prints were scattered, but the further away from the border they got, the easier it would be to pick up the scent.
Rowanstar’s heart sank as he traced the loop of the prints toward the river. “Darktail, go get the ThunderClan patrol. This kit’s not heading home anytime soon. Troutpaw, stick with me. One day you might need to do this for yourself.”
Unlike hunting and fighting, tracking had always come easy to Rowanstar. He explained to the nosy apprentice how to tell the kit’s speed and age from the faint circles he’d left in the ground. Every the apprentice looked nervously toward the blackening sky or blinked fat raindrops from his eyes, Rowanstar steered Troutpaw’s attention back toward the tracks. There was no use worrying now. They’d work with what they had until the rain washed the last of it away.
As they plodded through the grass, Rowanstar kept his ears turned out, listening for Darktail’s approach. He’d appreciate the help now, even if it was from ThunderClan. Every step he took brought him closer to the gushing river and its slippery rock beds, and the sun rose stubbornly behind the gray clouds, marking how long the kit had been wandering lost and lonely.
With a weak excuse to Troutpaw about the cold breeze, Rowanstar let out a shiver. If they didn’t find this kit by sunhigh, it would be too late. Time was running out.
Rowanstar thinks of himself as a fairly straightforward tom. He likes to keep things simple and honest and has never had any use for trickery or cunning mind games. He obeys the Warrior Code and honors the unspoken rules of war, even if that means putting RiverClan at a disadvantage. Rowanstar knows there are cats in his Clan who disagree with him on that point, and even he sometimes wonders if his stubborn obedience of the law jeopardizes his ability to lead; but he has no use for cats who use deceit for personal gain. Honor is everything.
Perhaps it’s obvious that he has no tolerance for rule-breakers, but this doesn’t make him a judgmental cat. In fact, in most cases, Rowanstar is fairly understanding. He’s not particularly talkative, which makes him an excellent listener, and he’s known to hear out any cat’s problem with a sympathetic ear. Whether it’s about training an apprentice, a squabble between friends, or even a plea for romantic advice, cats approaching Rowanstar with a problem can count on him to be fair and understanding. Unless, of course, rules are broken. He’s not afraid to hand down a cold and swift punishment, even if he does understand the motives. His idea of justice is understanding, but unbiased.
On the whole, he demands respect from his Clan, and he finds that it’s easier to get that respect if he doesn’t form close of bonds with his Clanmates. He has a few close friends that he made during his younger years, but now that he’s older, it’s much more difficult for him to make friends. He simply doesn’t make the effort, out of some mixture of stubbornness and shyness. The same can be said for his romantic endeavors. With all the responsibility of leadership on his shoulders, love is the furthest thing from his mind. It might even be said that Rowanstar takes his responsibility as leader too seriously, at the expense of his mental and social health. But Rowanstar knows there’s no such thing as a leader who works too hard.
HISTORY
Rowanstar was supposed to be part of a litter of three. He was born first on a cloudless, Greenleaf night, and his father quickly named him after the rowan tree, for his reddish-brown pelt. His sister came next, but his third sibling, a brother, was stillborn.
Because there were only two of them, Rowanstar and his sister became very close. During their apprenticeships, Rowanstar found himself chasing away the toms that tried to flirt with her. Like a true brother, he harassed her and played tricks on her, but he’d be the first to defend her if anyone else dared be mean to her.
His apprenticeship was fairly uneventful, until seven moons into his training. Rowanstar and his friends were sunning themselves near the river when they noticed a group of rogue cats crossing the RiverClan border. Rowanstar was the quickest of the group and raced back to camp to alert their leader. He and a few warriors were able to fight off the band of intruders. Young Rowanpaw even took on a full-grown tom and sent him whimpering back to the border. One moon later, Rowanpaw passed his assessment and was named Rowanheart, for his courage.
As a warrior, Rowanheart loved roaming the territory. He volunteered on every patrol he could just to take in the RiverClan land he loved so much. On his border patrols, he started regularly running across a ThunderClan she-cat. The warrior, Featherflight, was his polar opposite: warm, talkative, and risky. A strange friendship between the two flared up almost instantly, and one night, Featherflight dared him to meet up with her at night. Rowanheart knew taking a mate in another clan was forbidden, but they were only friends. If they met at someplace neutral, like Fourtrees, what would be the harm? He told himself this the entire night, but he knew that he and Featherflight were walking a thin line. To make things worse, RiverClan’s deputy caught him sneaking back into camp just before dawn, smelling of ThunderClan. As part of his punishment, Rowanheart’s apprentice was taken away from him and he was put on elder duties for a moon.
In the hours of picking ticks out of the elders’ fur, Rowanheart made a vow never to let his heart jeopardize the Warrior Code again. Any friendship he had had with Featherflight was over. To overcome his humiliation and redeem himself in the eyes of his Clan, he had to work twice as hard. He hunted for twice as long as the other cats and started organizing fighting training with his friends to keep his battle skills sharp. It was obvious to the Clan that this was a different Rowanheart: he was levelheaded, focused, and indefatigable. He earned himself another apprentice and, through his hard work on patrols and in battle, won the appreciation of the Clan’s new deputy, Minnowtooth.
Minnowtooth wasn’t deputy for long before Ravenstar died. Rowanheart was out assessing his apprentice when Badgerpelt came yowling through the territory, alerting the Clan that something terrible had happened. When he returned to camp, Rowanheart was shocked to see the mauled, lifeless body of the clan leader.
There was an attack... Minnowtooth had begun to explain, but Rowanheart had barely listened. Was it a badger? A dog? The sight was so gruesome that he could hardly think. As they buried their leader, Rowanheart's shock was slowly replaced by a guilty relief. Ravenstar had been so old… Minnowtooth, Rowanheart believed, would make a better leader.
He never expected for the newly-named Minnowstar to name him deputy, though. Sure, Rowanheart was experienced, but there many much more seasoned warriors. Whatever Minnowstar’s reason, he was honored. At first.
Under Minnowstar’s reign, things in RiverClan began to quickly decline. Now that she was in power, Minnowstar revealed sides of herself Rowanheart had never seen before. She was violent and almost cruelly impatient. Her solution to every problem was to fight. She was reckless with the rules of the forest and hardly batted an eye at the strife she was causing within her own clan and the bloodshed she was causing throughout the forest. Rowanheart disagreed with her on almost every aspect. Out of respect for StarClan’s chosen leader, Rowanheart refrained from criticizing her too harshly, although they certainly argued. Minnowstar wasn’t afraid to attack the decisions he made as deputy, with both her words and her claws.
But Minnowstar couldn’t drag the clan into that many battles without risking her own lives. She lived so recklessly and made so many enemies that it was only a matter of time before some angry cat stole her last life in battle. When Minnowstar died, Rowanheart felt no guilt over his relief. RiverClan had been saved from one of the most dangerous leaders it had ever known. Not even he, uncertain in his ability and humiliated from moons of public abuse by Minnowstar—no, even a cat like himself was more suited to lead than she.
But following in such a leader’s footsteps has not been easy. Convincing the other clans that RiverClan is so no longer violent or manipulative has proven much more difficult than Rowanstar expected. He has done nothing but abide by the Warrior Code, and still the clans are accusing RiverClan of hunting outside of their territory. WindClan and RiverClan, certainly, would claw RiverClan in the back if they could. ShadowClan remains the only hope that RiverClan has of receiving outside help, but with Rowanstar refusing to make promises that would go against The Code, RiverClan has little to offer.
It has been fifteen moons since Rowanstar received his lives, but still, the other clans and his own clanmates doubt him. His efforts to revive the old spirit of RiverClan might just save him, if they destroy him first.
RP SAMPLE
He knew what this looked like. Rowanstar growled as he raced toward the ThunderClan border. The steady drizzle struck his pelt, drop by slow drop. In the distance, a flash of lightning lit up the early morning sky. If he didn’t find the trail before this storm rolled in, he was doomed. His race against the rain would determine the fate of both kit and Clan.
“Where was he last spotted?” Rowanstar called, hoping the wind carried his voice back to Darktail.
“It looks like RiverClan was luring him over,” Rowanstar replied flatly. Just what the Clan needed now. A reputation for kit-stealing.
They were almost on top of the ThunderClan border when Rowanstar first noticed the tracks. Tiny paw prints embedded in the dirt left a faint trail of the kit. As he stared, a large raindrop fell into one, muddying it. Lowering his head to the ground, he padded quickly. The prints were scattered, but the further away from the border they got, the easier it would be to pick up the scent.
Rowanstar’s heart sank as he traced the loop of the prints toward the river. “Darktail, go get the ThunderClan patrol. This kit’s not heading home anytime soon. Troutpaw, stick with me. One day you might need to do this for yourself.”
Unlike hunting and fighting, tracking had always come easy to Rowanstar. He explained to the nosy apprentice how to tell the kit’s speed and age from the faint circles he’d left in the ground. Every the apprentice looked nervously toward the blackening sky or blinked fat raindrops from his eyes, Rowanstar steered Troutpaw’s attention back toward the tracks. There was no use worrying now. They’d work with what they had until the rain washed the last of it away.
As they plodded through the grass, Rowanstar kept his ears turned out, listening for Darktail’s approach. He’d appreciate the help now, even if it was from ThunderClan. Every step he took brought him closer to the gushing river and its slippery rock beds, and the sun rose stubbornly behind the gray clouds, marking how long the kit had been wandering lost and lonely.
With a weak excuse to Troutpaw about the cold breeze, Rowanstar let out a shiver. If they didn’t find this kit by sunhigh, it would be too late. Time was running out.
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & G