D A W N S T A R --- of peakclan }

[• L A B B I E !]

Name:
Dawnkit/ Dawnpaw/ Dawnfall/ Dawnstar

Age:
36 Moons, 9 lives, newly leadered.

Gender:
She-cat.

Clan:
PeakClan.

Rank:
Leader please!

Appearance:
At first glance, Dawnstar looks like a tabby she-cat. But in actuality, she is a tortie. Her pelt seems as if a black canvas was splattered and decorated with the hoof of a horse; and many paint colors were used. The most pronounce seems to be the lighter browns, with cocoa accents around them, as well as in some parts of her fur. Glorious creams dot the pelt that gives warmth and depth. Keen eyes can decipher the differences, but it basically looks like a mouth-watering prey stew.

When you look at this leader's eyes, they look medicocre, like all the other cat's you would find. This she-cat's eyes are full, round, and often ablaze with emotions. Her irises are dyed a golden-amber color, which just adds more to the whole natural color scheme. Nothing on Dawnstar 'pops' out; everything blends gracefully.

Her build is actually quite muscled, unlike other females of the other Clans. PeakClan cats need to have the muscle to climb the harsh inclines of the mountains. This structure makes her look quite bulky and overweight in combination with her long fur. But Dawnstar has a duty to fufill as a leader, so she cannot just pig out on the little prey that her Clan can scavenge. Most of her muscles are located in her shoulders, and hind legs.

Personality:
Dawnstar's inner self, if visible, would be like hundreds of stars shining, vibrantly standing out from her pelt. Her main attribute is the fact that she is very open. Strongly believing that acting high and mighty will not do the job for leadership, she prefers to talk to the cats around her as if she were an equal peer; all except for StarClan of course. Being informal can help settle tension when sharing important information or secrets, which a Clan needs. If something is embarrassing or shouldn't be said, Dawnstar will act as she usually would; like there's not a care in the world.

To be more subtle, Dawnstar does tend to get irritated, but not so often. When she does though, things can get a little tense. Contrary to what she's thinking, this cat won't share how much she wants to claw his/her fur off, although she will probably tell the cat, whatever's bothering her. That's about it.

A pet peeve of Dawnstar is small, almost undetectable noises, and chewing. Not the loud chewing that she can clearly hear, the tiny chewing sounds. Her ears desperately try to pick it up, which results in them pricking. Since she pretty much cannot hear it, just barely, she get frustrated messages sent to her brain, which ticks her off.

If you are around this leader for awhile, you'll realize how much she acts like there's not a care in the world. The majority of the time, she's very upbeat, and tends to let the cheerful air around her flow into other cats, and everyone calms down a little more.

Since she has a strength deficiency, she has to exercise everyday with the warriors and apprentices, or else her muscle cells will die off more rapidly than other cats. Dawnstar is strong-willed; she thinks that there's a solution to everything, no matter how hard. That's why she was appointed deputy; because she was clever.

Past:
Her amber eyes opened as light came into contact with her brain signals, and she saw for the first time...

"Dawnkit." A voice spoke.

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A brown tom pushed Dawnpaw's shoulder, causing her to tumble over.

"Ouch, hey!" She exclaimed in suprise, tackling the opposing cat.

"Haha, bet you didn't see that coming girl!" He laughed on the floor as Dawnpaw pinned him down.

"Gosh, whatever..." She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"You have to keep your senses alert, Dawnpaw." A bulky, black warrior tom rose from the sidelines.

"Make sure, next time you-" He was cut off as a cat ran into the clearing, her fur sticking straight out.

Dawnpaw's mind began to speed as she realized something was wrong. Her face emoted the expression of worry.

"Quick, you guys! Come back to the camp!" She ran out of the clearing.

The trio gallopped along with the cat. What could be wrong...?

As they entered the camp, her heart stopped dead.

A mountain lion was attacking her mother, and her father was already dead.

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JOURNEY OF THE SOUL:
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Dawnpaw leapt out the camp, determined to finish the trial with flying colors. Heartbeats raced as tension increased between the three cats. The other apprentice, Fangpaw, was walking far behind, apparently uninterested in the whole thing. Roseflight padded quickly, cutting the large space between the two young cats.

She turned her head around to Fangpaw. "Aren't you excited?! This'll be so fun!" She called back, grinning cheerfully.

"Yeah, I guess so." He shrugged.

Whatever...

Roseflight's laugh broke the silence as she continued to trot along. She smiled inwardly. At least someone was glad they were doing this.

Taking a deep breath, she stopped at the starting point. Dawnpaw began to realize how important this was to her future, and how challenging this will be. The tortie had chosen the first option for the beginning portion of the trial; where your supposed to hide. Her small paws would create less noise, and she wasn't too good at finding things. Especially this; it was like finding a needle in a haystack.

"Alright, are you ready Dawnpaw?" Roseflight reached Dawnpaw, and spoke calmly.

The apprentice gazed into the overseer's sapphire eyes, and nodded softly. "Yes, Roseflight." She tried to supress the excitement that was bubbling in her body.

"Alright, Fangpaw will be here, and you take a run for it. I'll come and search for you later," Quietly, she added, "be fast on your paws, Dawnpaw."

She nodded, and sped off into the sharp stone field. Dawnpaw looked behind as she saw Roseflight run the opposite way. She smiled, and ran faster.

After awhile of running, she began to slow down due to tiredness. Panting, she stealthily crept through the rocks, trying to find a good place to stay. She was going to do this for her parents, for her siblings, for everyone she cared for. I am going to pass this. She decided determiningly.

Through all the thoughts, she realized that Roseflight's scent was heavy in the air. Panicing, she saw her flash behind two stones. She sped away the opposite direction, hoping she wouldn't spot herself. Luckily, she made it into an old mountain lion's den that was pretty deep, so Dawnpaw would probably remain hidden for awhile. But even the stale scent of your parent's killer brings back dreadful memories that are better off left in the past. She shuddered involuntarily.

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Her belly growled in early dawn of the next morning. She realized how hungry she was; is she supposed to starve? All of a sudden, a sharp coldness jabbed up her spine. Since she had a muscle problem, she has to eat more to keep her going. What if she does starve?

She watched as the angle of the sunlight changed as the day passed. She became weaker and weaker as the remaining food in her body disappearing, and her body silently pleaded for more nutrients to keep it going. Quietly, she moaned. Although her hushed movements when walking were faint enough, hunting would be a challenge. Nothing too bad could happen...

But as she tried to rise up from the position she had been in all day, she realized actually how deteriorated she felt. Her legs trembled underneath her as her muscles desperately tried to lift her up. Her amber eyes flew wide as she envisioned herself, lying motionless...

No. She had to keep pulling. It was time for her to return back, but she could barely move farther than a few pawsteps once she was out of the den. Panting, Dawnpaw debated about whether or not to call for help. Would I be disqualified?! She panicked.

Her heartbeat attenuated. Dawnpaw began to cry, torn at the fact that she probably wouldn't make it as a warrior, either way she went.

Die or not become a warrior?

Dawnpaw yowled perpetually, until she heard Roseflight's call for her name. The tortie's half-closed eyes could just barely make out her hovering over her own, fading body.

"I....c-can't..." Dawnpaw pushed hard to get out a word.

"Okay, okay. We're goin..." Her voice faded off as she comatosed.

Dawnpaw had to return to the camp, Fangpaw and Roseflight carrying her basically lifeless body. The medicine cat had rushed to her, and fed her some filling herbs before giving her prey. She had to rest, but her first trial was considered a success. Her second trial was passed in flying colors, just like she hoped.


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Whispers murmured about as Dawnfall stood on the stone where she just got appointed deputy. Her eyes glimmered with pride.

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"She's, dead, no!"

"Please, don't let her go!"

"I thought she had two lives left!"

"This isn't fair!"

"She was so great!"

"She had so much ahead of her...!"

Voices yowled as the former leader lay lifeless in front of PeakClan. As the event sank into the cats, a new dilemma rose.

"Dawnfall..."

"Where is she?"

"She's gonna be the new leader!"

"Is she ready for it?!"

"Dawnfall! Where are you?!"

Dawnfall stood erect, frozen. She was going to be the new leader.

Dawnstar.

Relationships:
If the name is crossed through, they're deseased.

MOTHER: Yewpearl; a long-haired tabby she-cat with green eyes.

FATHER: Barkfang; a tortie tom with amber eyes.

KIN #1: Gorgekit; a short haired tabby tom with amber eyes.

KIN #2: Heatherkit; a long-haired tortie she-cat with pale amber eyes.

OVERSEER: Roseflight; a beautiful calico she-cat with luminous blue eyes.

APPRENTICE: n/a

[.:{Crag}:.]

Wow, what a unique way to do the history. I really like it, Labbie ^^ Anyway, I'll leave the final decision up to Scorchy since she is the head honcho and all. Can't wait to RP!

[Scorchstar]

ACCEPTED!

You were promised a high position afterall. (: