Oakstar

[kitteh]

Name: Oakstar
Age: 38 moons
Gender: Tom
Orientation: Straight
Group: Windclan
Rank: Leader
Picture:

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Appearance:

Oakmist is a tabby by heart, but even then he has a strange and unique pelt that both hides him while hunting, and makes him stand out with other cats. On his large head, are two big forst forest colored eyes are flecked with gold and brown spots. It swirls around his irises and contrasts against the whites of his eyes. Around his eyes is a light brow, but then the bottom coat of fur becomes a dark black, making the light brown on top look almost cream. When looking at oakmist head on, there are two parallel lines of dark brown, one above each eye and it runs from above his eyes to the back of his head where it fades gently into the lighter brown. The top part of him muzzle, which holdes the dark pick nose, and long white whiskers is the same light brown that is aroun his eyes, but the lower part is an off white fades before it can get to his neck. His ears are the only thing, besides the two parallel stripes above his eyes that make him look tabby besides the colors. His ears have a tabby like striping of the dark black and the light brown.

His body is taller than an average cat. He is 17 inches to the shoulderm and his body is lean, packed with muscle to keep his body running at the speed that all wind clan cats do. Along his back are the tabby markings, racking down his body in stripes of dark black. The only time that the striping circles his entire body is the one time around his neck and it dips gently, pointing to his chest. His legs are long, and the normal light brown color paints it's way across them, missing his toes which are white on his right fore-paw, and black all the others.

Personality:

Oakmist is what some would call a social butterfly of his clan. He’s one who would sit down with the elders for hours just to let them tell him their stories, he would take his apprentice out to train, or to hunt, whenever they wanted to as long as it was a safe time. He is the cat who would talk to the queens to keep their delicate heads on their pretty little bodies. Oakmist is both gentle and soft at heart, but to cats of who he doesn’t know or like, he puts up a wall so that they can’t get in.

He has a love hate relationship with kits. He doesn’t really understand them. He doesn’t understand why everything to them is pretty, why they see the best in everyone- and how they are so happy all the time. Oakmist knows that he wants to have some of his own someday, but knows that he has to be patient with them. The apprentices he can mostly work with. If they are obedient, and respectful, then he is happy and caring like a father to each of them. But, if he gets a hardheaded cat, he tends to be harder on the cat.

Oakmist wants a mate, and knows before he does anything he will find one.
Fighting isn’t one of his favorite things to do, but if need be, Oakmist will fight, and protect anyone in his clan.

History:

His parents were normal, his birth was normal, and his growing to a kit was normal. From what he’s been told. He doesn’t really remember a lot about his kit hood, but it doesn’t really matter to him, what stands out the most is his apprentice moons.

His mentor was one of the best he could ask for. He was calm and considerate, but tough at the same time. He wouldn’t stand for any misbehaving or disrespect when he was growing up. Oakpaw normally cared for one elder in particular. His name was Redwing. Redwing was a very old cat who had seen many moons and many battles. His face was scared, and there was always a tick or two on the poor cats pelt. Though he was old, and couldn’t really care for himself anymore, his stories were grand and told of the days when there weren’t as many cats and things were so much simpler.

Oakpaw would gently clean the elders fur, as he told him the same story over and over again, changing the ending once and a while. Oakpaw always attributed the retelling as a sign of old age, but smiled and listened each time, acting surprised each time that Redwing told how he safely got all the kits out of the way of shadowclan.

Not a moon after that day, oakpaw walked into the clearing, and something already felt wrong. There was an air about the clan that didn’t seem right. Someone was gone.

He first checked all of the kits, knowing that they were the first ones to go. Once he saw all of the kittens there, he walked around, trying to find the one thing that was off in the clan. That’s when everything clicked. That’s when his mind went straight and he ran to the elders den. Redwing was a lump of fur on the moss in the back of the den.

Oakpaw gently padded to the back of the den and cleaned his fur, once more just for the memory , and walked out to get a warrior. He wasn’t too sad. He knew that the elder was in starclan with his mate, and had to be much happier up there then down here unable to clean himself.

Two moons after he was made a warrior and took the name of Oakmist. And nineteen moons after his warrior debut, he became deputyt and soon to the leader spot. He is eagerly awaiting the day he will find his mate.

Short Discription-He is a gentle caring cat, that will fight to protect his clan. Against all costs.

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