`Lightstar {SparkClan}

[Risa [Isis]]

Lightstar
Try to leave a light on when I'm gone.

Age: Fourty-two moons
Clan: SparkClan
Rank: Leader
Gender: Tom

Appearance:

x--My back to a closing door
And my eyes to the seasons --x

A golden tabby tom, Lightstar has a big build with wide-set shoulders. His fur is short, though thick, hiding many battle scars from his youth. The stripes upon him are a dark brown, while his underfur is of a lighter golden colour. His tail is of medium-length, and his legs are muscular; his left forepaw is dipped in a light, creamy beige, hense his name. His tufted ears are a bit too big for his small head with its rounded muzzle. Lightstar's eyes are a soothing turquoise-like blue, with dashes of yellow-green around the pupil.

Personality:

[Never really said too much,
Afraid it wouldn't be enough]

Lightstar had once been a formidable leader, fair, kind to his Clanmates, eager to listen. He was very involved in the going-ons of SparkClan. But that is in the past. After his mother's death, he has become a shell of himself. He cares for his Clan still, though he has stopped showing it. He lets his deputy care for the Clan's duties, and hardly ever takes the first step to show his affection for his Clanmates. Only if one of the queens or apprentices stop him to talk; he will respond kindly. Otherwise, he seems a bitter shadow of himself.

To the other Clans, he is still a ferocious tom. He almost never backs down, stubborn as he is, and puts on a strong show so enemies do not think his Clan is weak. Living on the territory of a dormant volcano sometimes gives the Clan a few set backs, but he deals with it well.

History:

Sometimes it feels like we've run out of luck,
When the signal keeps on breaking up~*

Kithood: Lightkit was born to the loving couple, Silvermoon and Reedstripe. He had two siblings, Whitekit and Goldenkit, both she-kits. They were quite a loving family, and Lightkit fit well into this. His two sisters looked up to him, as well as many of the other kits in the nursery.

Apprenticeship: Becoming an apprentice, Lightpaw continued to stay close with his two sisters. His father was his mentor, and he was a fast learner, soon becoming a strong fighter. Whitepaw and Goldenpaw were both tuned into amazing huntresses, taking after Silvermoon. Both parents were incredibly proud. Unfortunately, Reedstripe died in a freak accident, leaving Silvermoon and the kits devastated.

Warrior status: Lightfoot was made a warrior alongside his two sisters, Whiteheart and Goldenstreak. Silvermoon slowly recovered from her mate's death, and the family was as tight-knit as ever. Lightfoot succeeded in having two apprentices, and Whiteheart soon found a mate. When Lightfoot was made deputy, everyone in SparkClan knew he was meant for this role.

Leader of SparkClan: The former leader of SparkClan retired when she reached her last life, wanting a bit of rest for her weary bones. For the first few seasons, Lightstar led SparkClan well - he visited the elders and the nursery, played with the kits, led several patrols. His natural authority commanded respect from his Clanmates, and he returned the respect. But when GreenCough struck the Clan badly one year, and both Silvermoon and Whiteheart caught it, Lightstar's sure-footing stumbled. Whiteheart survived, but Silvermoon didn't. Lightstar's mother's death affected him badly, and though the cats have noticed a difference, they do not know the cause. He has never told anyone, not even his sisters, how much his mother has meant to him - and now she's gone.

RP Example: {taken from WLT}

Koileaf jumped, eyes widening as she heard her name. She glanced around, her tail twitching, before spotting the medicine cat apprentice. The queen met her Clanmate's green gaze, and immediately knew that Melodypaw suspected something.

"Good morning, Melodypaw," she replied with a smile, eyes taking on their glitter once more. What perfect timing, Koileaf noted happily. "I'm well, thank-you. Actually . . . I've been meaning to speak with you or Breezewing," she admitted in a low voice, her eyes searching for any who might overhear; but she could find none who were in vincity. "Do you have time?"

The calico's gold gaze landed once more on the young dappled cat, and she couldn't hold back a purr.

Guardian: TBA

Other: Uhm, idk, I'll post it here if I think of anything. :3[/size]

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Accepted ^^