Riverstar [ThunderClan]

Name: Riverstar

Gender: She-cat

Clan: ThunderClan

Rank: Leader

Age: 34 moons

Short Discription: large blue-gray she-cat with blue eyes.

Appearance: Riverstar is as beautful on the outside as she is on the inside. She is pretty large for a she-cat, especially at her age, and looks dangerous in both size and muscles. Power matches equally with beauty. Her pelt is caressed in blue-gray, a more lighter shade than your usual blue-gray cats. Her markings are also as unique. The tips of her ears are dipped in black, along with her paws that are dipped in white. The tip of her tail and her chest are white, marked in black in the middle of her chest, and the very tip of her tail.
Aside from her markings and color, her fur gives off a shine that looks like frost in sunlight, hence the name. Her eyes wrap it up, icy blue that is piercing to look at.

Personality: Brave, friendly and strong. She has a very outgoing personality and a nack of trouble because of her adventurous and outgoing spirit. She is an amazing, almost legendary fighter and is a bit of a tomboy. Or course, in her current rank, she isn't what she used to be anymore. She was a trouble-maker back then but as soon as warriorship took place her personality changed into a more serious nature. Now she's more kind and calm than she used to be, but if someone took the time to bring out her true self, they'll know she's a much better cat.

History: Ok heres part of her histroy..

Night opened her eyes. She was back in the cave, but it was empty. A rushing noise was outside, and yowls of horror mixed with the rushing sound of wind. She ran outside to see a dark wind spinning in circles. A tornado. She panicked. The death of the pack was only a heartbeat. Soon she saw the dark gray fur of her father and golden brown fur of her best friend. Both of them were side by side, protecting their packmates with their lives. Night raced toward them to help, but before she reached them they were carried off into the tornado. “No!” Night yowled, grief and anger mixed. She swung her head from side to side, looking for her sisters and mother, praying they were safe. She caught a glimpse of blue-gray fur mixed with black and creamy fur that she was wrapping around with her tail, frightened. To her relief they were safe in the nursery, but not for long. She raced into the nursery, singling with her tail where to escape. She ran through a small hole at the back of the nursery, hoping her mother and littermates were following. She heard the loud rushing noise behind her, tearing through her home that she once knew. Running for her life, she looked back, and to her relief, her mother was following with her sisters in her jaws. Her beautiful, sleek blue-gray fur was now fluffed out with fear. Her icy blue eyes clouded with grief and horror. She wanted so bad to comfort her, but it was too soon to do that, the tornado was only a few fox-lengths away, tearing through the forest, chasing it’s last prey, nothing stopping it.

She slowed down to help her mother run, but she only got weaker. “Run, and take your sisters with you. My dear one. You must survive, and you will die if you stay with me. This is my fate alone.” She dropped her sisters gently on the ground. They were paralyzed with fear and horror, staring at nothing. “No! You must come with me! I can’t handle this without you; I don’t want you to die!” She wailed. But Riverfrost just stared at her with determination and sorrow. She nudged her forward. “You must hurry! Do this for me! Do this for your Clan! Go now!” Night stared at her with disbelief, but she nodded. She took her sisters in her jaws, and with a strong pull, she raced away from her mother, tears coming out of her blue eyes. “This is for you, mother. Please be safe in heaven.” She ran, not looking back. Her spirit making her run faster than before, longer than she had ever ran. She felt like she could run forever.

The tornado was nowhere to been seen or heard. She was under a rotten log, sleeping with her sisters. It was the day after the tornado attack. Dawn light was beaming through the holes in the log, waking Night. She raised her head, blinking sleep from her eyes, then glancing at her sisters. They were fast asleep, curled into a furry ball. She sighed. “Let them sleep,” she whispered to herself. “They have a long, hard journey ahead of them.” Getting up to her paws, she ducked under the log and stood outside of the log, looking out at the rising sun, missing the dawn patrols getting ready to mark the borders, hunt, and look out for anything unusual. All the sudden, she heard a small sound behind the log and shadows rising up. “Night?” A voice called out. It was Holly. Then she heard a low growl. “That dark-hearted crow-food-eating mouse-brained monster you call wind!” A yowl came from behind the log. “Calm down, Raven. Its over now.” Night spoke to her calmly, with a hint of sorrow and anger. She understood how Raven felt, she felt the same way as she did. She watched as her two warn out sisters ducked their way out of the shelter, anger and fear in their eyes. “We must find a new Clan; we can’t survive on our own.” Night said with determination, remembering her mother’s eyes before she left her behind. “I agree. We don’t even know how to hunt yet.” Raven told her sister with the same determination, nodding. “Me too. We must find a new family.” She also had determination, and also spirit.

She weakly smiled in relief as her sisters agreed. It would be a much worse journey if her sisters didn’t have courage or the will to find a new Clan. She lead the way, not knowing where to go, or where she was headed.

Soon she lead her sisters to ThunderClan where they were welcomed and spent the rest of their lives at. But sadly, Raven and Holly died after they were brought to ThunderClan because of the rough journey. Only Night, now Riverfrost, is left of her family and Clan. She was named after her mother in honor and greif.

As she grew, more and more times she proved she was a loyal Clan cat. She was soon named deputy when the origional Clan deputy died of a battle, and a moon after deputyship she was given an apprentice of her own. Owlpaw. Successfully training him into the warrior he is today, Owltalon, it was only a few moons later when Swiftstar died of age, and left Riverstar, then Riverfrost, to be leader.

Now she is Riverstar, a still nervous but determind leader of ThunderClan. And hopefully she will stay that way for a long time.

[May be editing]