Whiskerstar

Appearance: 
His fur is light silver color with the secondary color being black. As for his underside it is a clear snow white. His pelt coloring overall is arranged in a tabby pattern. A very unnerving feature about him is his large faded green eyes, which seem to bore straight into your soul. Also another noticeable thing about him is that his fur is rather short and he also has long white whiskers, which he was named after. One last thing that is quite apparent about him is his very pointed ears and very muscular body especially his large paws.

Personality:
WhiskerStar is a very strict cat when it comes to rules and orders. Which is what makes him unafraid to enforce the rules to anyone breaking them. However, for those who are able to really get to know him also know he isn't just a strict leader. He is also a very loyal and hardworking being. If there is ever anyone who needs help he is the first offering help every time. Yet like his strictness he has other hiccups to him, for example, his sense of humor is almost non-existent so he isn't the best when it comes to dealing with annoying apprentices. 

Bio:
WhiskerStar was born into RiverClan from his parents: StreamHeart and CloudClaw. He also wasn't the only kit born from his parents either. However, when he was three moons old his brother ,SparrowKit, caught a horrible disease. The medcat did all it could to try and preserve his life, but the illness was too strong and SparrowKit perished. Yet before SparrowKit died WhiskerStar made him a promise, that one day he would become leader of RiverClan for him. Ever since that day WhiskerStar became more determined and serious than ever before so he could keep his promise. After many moons of training and serving RiverClan he was appointed deputy when the one before him stepped down to become an elder. After that he served valiantly alongside his leader until one day StarClan called for him leaving WhiskerStar to take his place. Then finally on that day at moon pool he completed his promise to his brother who happened to give him his last of his nine lives. 


Example RP:
The sky was covered in a thick grey lining, each cloud looking as though it could burst at any minute. Below raindrops splattered and danced across the swift moving river that provided live to RiverClan. Out of the dripping wet weed along the river bank emerged a long grey pelted cat that knew this land far too well. He winced as a drop of rain burst upon his nose yet he didn't turn back and hide in his den like so many other cats did during a storm such as this one. No, he was a RiverClan warrior through and through. He glanced downstream towards the great lake and began trekking towards it with his paws nearly sinking in the mud. He let out a loud sigh as his thoughts drifted back to his clan. There hadn't been a lot of fish this greenleaf and his entire clan was looking rather thin. He knew that he couldn't make the fish return but he did know that he needed to find another way to sufficiently feed his clan. As the trees above him croaked from the winds and the rain drops soaked his pelt, he continued to pad on. One paw in front of the other, and he would keep padding until he found an answer to this problem.

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