Ex: Crimsonstar [of] GorgeClan

[vena sera !]

Name -- Crimsonstar.

Age -- 23 moons.

Gender -- Tom.

Alignment -- Neutral / Dark.

Clan -- GorgeClan.

Rank -- Leader.

Picture -- N/A

Appearance --
Crimsonstar is often described as "massive". Well, this would be quite accurate, as he towers over normal sized cats by quite a bit. Large and maculated, he appears a demonic general in an army, chipped and scarred in several places. Despite the scarring of his thin pelt, he wears a handsome face that is defined by well-shaped cheeks and muzzle and glowering with fiery amber eyes. Those yellowish depths are flecked with his mother's green, like moss clinging to the light gold surface of his eyes. Despite having a long, lean body, Crimsonstar moves limberly and gracefully, almost like a dancer. However, he appears nothing of the sort; his massive frame and noticeable coat give away his aggressive nature as soon as you lay eyes upon him. His fur is tabby, the undercoat pale ginger, but the overlaying stripes so dark of an orange-terra cotta it appears crimson, hence his name. This brings out the paleness of his eyes and reminds most who see him of blood. Including himself.

Short Description -- massive dark ginger tom with amber-green eyes

Personality -- Crimsonstar has always been difficult to get along with, but ever since he became the leader, pressure wore on his nerves. He has always strived to honor his ancestors, particularly the leaders of his lineage -- Thistlestar and Shallowheart. He doubts his every decision inside, and yet carries it out without changing it no matter what his heart says. He is very stubborn and quite determined in that way. Crimsonstar is also rebellious; although he wishes to honor his dead fathers and mothers before him, he is rebelliously defiant of any old customs. He erased all old sayings and ceremonies from GorgeClan's memory, instead using anything he can that opposes tradition.

Crimsonstar is sarcastic and cruel to everyone, including his mate, Demon. Many of his Clanmates probably wonder why they're even mates, the way they treat each other, but the leader actually does love her, and she him; just in a rather odd way. Crimsonstar would do anything for Demon; she is the only thing that stands above proving himself to StarClan. He allowed her into the Clan to bend his grandfather's rules, and although at first it plageud him with slight guilt, he shook it away. And although he loves Demon, he does not love his children. As awful as that sounds, Crimsonstar finds he and Demon's kits to be an abomination to the world.

Chaospaw, his son, is always challenging him with words and glares, always putting him down, always looking for a verbal fight, which Crimsonstar gladly provides him with. He clashes with his child as often as he can, hoping to cow him into humility, but Chaospaw is resilient, eager to ignore every insult. Hellpaw, his aptly named daughter, is not as tough as her brother; when Crimsonstar insults her, he can see it infects her a little bit at a time, chipping away at her cool magnolia exterior. He considers his children to be an embarrassment to both GorgeClan and himself in general, and actually prays at night for a way for justice to meet their ends. He would actually take their lives himself, and he will, if they ever do anything he considers sinful in a deadly, preposterous way.

History -- Flowerpetal, heavily pregnant and exhausted with her life, lie under the stars in MountainClan territory. Foxfrost had just passed away; her father had been dead for moons, and the Faithful Shadows were failing in their take over of the forest. She had seen the deaths of her second litter, and what had become of her first, and was haunted by this even as she lie and streamed blood and her final litter into the world. Dying from lack of blood and exhaust from giving birth, she named her sons after what they had done to her; Redkit, for the river of red from which he had sprung from her, and Slashedkit, for the batters of her body after her sons had borne. Flowerpetal, after giving the world three daughters and three sons, passed away under the stars, Crimsonlight following immediately after in his suicidal grief.

From the beginning, Redkit was alone.

MountainClan, at this time, was lead by Swiftstar; however, she was a weak leader, and had no experience to deal with anything when StarClan had begun to unravel. Her Clan was disheveled, and Redpaw knew it; he had just become an apprentice, and was very noncommittal to what was happening around him. When his elders complained and fretted, he watched them with a smirk of satisfaction. Slashedpaw, his brother, mirrored his contempt for the others; the two of them predicted the downfall of the Clans before it happened. When it did, Redpaw's brother abandoned him immediately, and so he ruefully left for loner lands to travel and be the free cat he knew he could be.

Although only seven moons old at this time, he became Redblood, first sparking the rebellion that would dictate his life. Still traveling the old lands, admiring the ruins of MarshClan, swimming in OceanClan's toxin rivers of memory, hiking through the vast moors of ValleyClan, and sleeping in the old loners' barns many nights, he grew into a solitary tom who resented his ancestry, namely his parents and brother, for abandoning him. He did, however, meet a fiery, feminine mimic of himself -- Demon, who had just deserted her friends in a rage to be alone. The two flaming rebels met head-to-head on many issues, but began a reluctant friendship.

The two did many things together; they walked the lands their ancestors had walked upon, they fought rogues such as Demon's dangerously psychotic brother Scarface, and they finally came face-to-face with the Moonstone. It was there that Redblood apologized to his ancestors for his hatred of them, and finally admitted to respecting even the worst of them.

That must have triggered something; he saw his grandfather, Thistlestar, the father of his dead mom, stand before him, telling him that he was the chosen leader of the ressurrected MountainClan -- GorgeClan. Redblood felt overwhelmed at first, but then accepted the fact that he needed this; he needed a new life, a new start, and to help his ancestors. Leaving Demon in the dust without rhyme or reason (or so she thought), he began the tentative GorgeClan, one of the weakest of the four new Clans.

At the Gathering, Demon came to find her old friends, but instead came face-to-face with Redblood, who had renamed himself Crimsonstar to honor his father and the only tradition he still respected. The two had a terrible fight, but he felt terrible about it, knowing he had pent-up feelings for her that were maybe a touch more than friendship. However, he did meet her on his territory one day, while Demon was trailing Shadow and Shroud's son. Instead of chasing her away, he pursuaded her to join him, and she did. Before long, she became pregnant, and Crimsonstar was not exactly thrilled at this.

He also noticed that his Clan was one of the weakest; the warriors were undertrained, the apprentices few, the queens and elders nonexistant. He struggled not to panic and lose control, like the other MountainClan leaders before him, and instead tediously held on to the little they had. He enforced his rule as strongly as he could; unfortunately for him, he forgot many of the sacred traditions, and his Clan did not forgive him for this most of the time.

In the first leaf-bare of his Clan's year, Demon gave birth to Chaoskit and Hellkit, his first litter. He hoped, too, it would be his only. He ignored his kits while they were growing up in the nursery, and only saw them when he went to see Demon or tell her something important. He never found himself that warm towards kits of any kind, even his own; when he realized what personalities they'd developed, he became frightened of what they meant for his Clan. He could sense their darkness, all the way back to his grandparents, Gustwhisker and Soulkeeper. In fact, Chaospaw and Hellpaw seemed to be true incarnates of the two of them, besides sharing their parents looks.

Now he waits for his children to self-destruct, and when they do, he swears on his father's grave that he will be the one to exterminate them permanently.

Lineage --
parents Crimsonlight x Flowerpetal
mate Demon
kits Chaospaw and Hellpaw

RP Sample -- [This is from when he was Redblood; the title of the thread was I've Walked This Path Before. It is still written by me.]

++ i walk an empty street
on the boulevard of broken dreams
and the city sleeps
i'm the only one, and i walk alone ++

The sun warmed the tops of the stone caverns, and from the cracks in the ceiling a misted golden aura sheeted the inside. The stone underpaw was warm, despite the chilling leaf-bare's air outside. In here was protection, warmth, and an enigmatic peace which Redblood couldn't even begin to comprehend. He'd been searching, looking, questing for the feeling of belonging, and he believed he had finally found it.

The sky above was a soft shade of milky sapphire, full of swimming, puffy ivory clouds that seemed to gently float downhill. The wind outside the Stone Caverns shrieked and battered any caught in its frosted gale, but Redblood was unaffected by any of this. A slight breeze rippled the surface of his dark ginger tabby pelt, and he welcomed the cold sensation that seemed to enter his bones and deprive him of the feeilng he'd experienced before. His soft amber eyes lost their feathery expression, and the characteristic hard, sarcastic, cruel look entered again as he disdainfully looked around.

++ somehow, you shoulda realized
by now what'cha gotta do

i believe not anybody feels the way i do
i walk alone ++

He'd almost lost himself in the nostalgic way he stared at the Stone Caverns. To think... in this cave stood legendary warriors: Pantherstar, Ravenstar, Shadowstar... all of them nothing but dust on the earth now. Only one he cared to know came to his mind: Thistlestar, his grandfather, the pacifeist leader whom had sired his dead mother, Flowerpetal. He wondered what he'd been like... and if he was now staring on his daughter's only living children with disgust and pity on his face. The thought made his claws unsheathe. They scraped against the rocky floor with a bouncing, metallic sound, which forced his ears to his head in a sudden flash of rage.

Thistlestar, leader of MountainClan. As far as he knew, he'd been a serial killer, but he'd heard somewhere that he had been a gentle, loving pacifeist with a love for his Clan and his family. His wife was Tintedfeather, a former loner who had returned with the four chosen cats on the journey to revive the Clans. They'd had two kits conceived out of love; Mudclaw, his ambitious, late uncle, and Flowerpetal, the mother he'd never known. Both of Thistlestar's children were corrupted, coincidently, by Gustwhisker and Soulkeeper's wicked kits, and all four of them hid out in the foolish ole Faithfuls. Thistlestar grew depressed and mysteriously was found dead, while Tintedfeather had been slain by Ruinedwing.

He knew that his cousins were many, his siblings, nephews and neices as well, but family had never mattered to him. He loved only one, and sparsely at that, a thickly related she-cat known as Demon, but he'd never mated her; that was incredibly immoral, which, surprisingly, he was against. He knew from bits and bites of information that Demon was the daughter of Furyscar, son of long-dead Flamepelt, whom was her namesake, and Twilightsong, daughter of Mudclaw and Ruinedwing, his aunt and uncle. For this reason, he knew they were a lot a like and even shared some physical attributes: dark ginger hair, narrow, serpentine eyes, and attractive features, like all of Shallowheart's kin. Of course, Redblood's reddish pelt was inherited from Flowerpetal and Demon's from Furyscar and Flamepelt, but hey, all blood, right?

++ my shadow's the only one who walks beside me
my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
sometimes i wish someone up there would find me
'til then i walk alone ++

Perhaps the only reason Redblood had left Demon's tempermental side and journeyed to MountainClan's lands was to redeem himself. He was a murderer, had been one before he'd opened his eyes, and that was a crime not even the wickedest sinner could have committed. Redblood. Just as I was born from red blood. See, my mother was no fool; she named me accurately, and Slashedpaw as well, wherever he is. Red... for the blood she sacrificed to bring me into the world. Slashed... for the heart of her Clan she'd drawn a claw across many a time. Hopefully, wherever the wench is, she doesn't hate me, for how can I hate someone who dies for me?

"Oh, gods," he murmured, staring at the ground and staining it with dark, wet teardrops. "Forgive me, Thistlestar and Tintedfeather; I don't deserve to hold your noble blood in my veins." His claws extended, rising to his chest and clutching the thin, wispy fur there concentratedly. He babbled on, "Forgive me, Crimsonlight and Flowerpetal, for ending your life and disgracing your name." Finally, his eyes lit with fire, he took a few steps forward and bowed his head one last time, eyes taking on a fearful, steely glint.

In your dying hour, your soul shall be rekindled and made to live among thine predecessors... make them proud during your life and never forget who you are. Redblood thoughtfully stared upwards, smiling silkily. The gentle, feminine voice carried love and pride, hope and faith, and he just knew, somewhere in his heart, that the voice had belonged to Flowerpetal. His heart ached briefly, before he whispered the only words he'd ever spoken to his mother.

"Farewell and good luck... Mother."

++ today is gonna be the day when i shoulda said it back to you ++