Foreststar//She-cat//Crystal

[Smokey]

Name: Foreststar
Age: 22 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: CrystalClan
Rank: Leader
Eye Color: Forest green
Picture: www.freewebs.com/iceclan5/wow.jpg
Appearance:

Foreststar has beautiful green eyes. Her fur is a cinnamon brown color. On her head looks like an "M" that is made in a darker brown. Short-haired.

Personality:

Foreststar is a wise, but young leader. She is hyper at moments, but they're not often. Her hearing and smelling is very sensitive, so it's hard for someone or something to sneak by without her noticing it's there. She's a happy cat most of the time. If she's thinking about something, she doesn't want to be interupted and will most likely snap.

History:

Foreststar was born with two siblings. They were born dead. She, her mother and father were both upset, but were glad at least one kit survived. She was assigned to a great mentor named Shadowfall. He trained her til it was time for her to be made a warrior. A few days after, he disappeared mysteriously. They searched for him, but he was never found nor was evidence that he was catnapped or killed. Foresteyes was sad, but quickly learned to get over things, since her mother and father soon passed away after Shadowfall vanished. Soon after that, more cats were taken away. Then the deputy was the last one to. Surprisingly, she was appointed deputy. Three moons later, CrystalClan's leader died and Foresteyes was known as Foreststar. She has been leader for six moons.

RP Example:

The frost glittered on the forest floor. It was slowly changing into leaf-bare, when cats would be low on prey, fighting for their life. Little paws were placed into the frost, melting away where the kit stepped because of the heat. Yellowkit was out alone to just well...explore. Her ears heard scuffling of a mouse and she crouched down low. Stalking forward, she was careful not to make a sound. When the time was right, she pounced on it, bit it, and killed it. Happily, she picked it up in her mouth and ran swiftly back to camp to drop it on the fresh-kill pile. Hopefully no one would notice she was gone...

Other: Nope. c:
Number of Cats: None, currently. She's the only one.

[Crow]

Accepted. -lockmove-