Cragstar-Leader-JaggedClan

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Cragstar

Name:
Cragstar

Age:
47 Moons

Gender:
Tom

Clan:
JaggedClan

Rank:
Leader

Appearance:
To start off, Cragstar would have loved to have been born bigger. I can’t even describe the possibilities had he been born huge and muscular, considering all this tom had accomplished in his life. But no, StarClan had made him a lot tinier than preferred. In fact, he could pass as a young apprentice, or even as a kit. Many call him the loyal version of Scourge. His legs are long and crooked looking, as though if he jumped or started to run they would get tangled and cause him to fall flat on his face. Cragstar’s face is long, thin, and boney, making it look somewhat like a triangle, and his neck is just about the same width as it. The rest of this tom’s body is about as thick as a small tree branch, though no ribs show. His tail is nearly as long as his body, and whiskers drooping out passed his ears make him balanced and extremely agile, making up for his lack of size and muscle.

If StarClan didn’t bless Cragstar with size, as his name suggests, they certainly blessed him with looks. He is a tabby, and a handsome one at that. I suppose I shall start with his face- the fur is very thin there, though rather multi colored some could say. Towards the top, between this leader’s ears is the darkest, a grayish-black color. His ears are the same color, though inside they have wisps of white fur. Then the color fades suddenly into a light gray, just above his eyes. The center of Cragstar’s face is a pale orange-ginger, which spreads itself out in a horizontal line, ending near his neck. Last, his muzzle is as white as the snow that falls in Leafbare, and a small pink nose centers his triangular face.

As you move down Cragstar’s body, his neck is bangled with black stripes, the light ginger from his face under toning it like a faint glow of the sun. Just below that is the white from his muzzle. His long front legs are striped as well, though they are not sun kissed as his neck is, but instead have a more obvious white undertone. The tom’s paws are small and dainty- almost like a she-cat, though I wouldn’t suggest telling him that, and are a light gray in color.

Cragstar’s back is almost as dark as the top of his head, although not quite, and has a gray speckled look to it. No ginger or white is visible until you look at his back legs, which are white on the inner part of them. His sides are tinted silver, as though instead of being sun kissed, they were moon kissed. Last, this tom’s tail is bangled similarly to his neck, but with thicker stripes and a darker under tone. It ends in a pitch black tip.

Personality:
Cragstar could be called a perfectionist. Although however accurate, this wouldn’t really capture this leader’s real personality. You could also call him strict, though fair, but this really couldn’t describe him either. He is a mystery- impossible to describe, yet by just looking at him you think great things, which is how he makes himself look. Yes, Cragstar makes himself look as though he is a perfectionist, with strong leadership skills, and a strict but fair attitude. These are accurate, yes, but not every part about him, just the parts he wants you to see. Again, this was something that he was able to do after moons of figuring out what were good qualities in a leader.

Cragstar’s first trait is patience. It is one of his ‘you see what I want you to see’ traits. For example, there is a clan meeting, and the announcement has to do with keeping peace with ScarClan(good luck with that). All of a sudden, one of the more senior warriors yowls in protest, “Why not just attack now!? Those mousebrains deserve it!” And several meows of agreement come from the crowd. On the inside, Cragstar is exploding with anger. After all, what kind of warrior questions his leader like that? But on the outside, he remains calm and collected. Then, the tom would look him in the eye and reply, “So you’re saying that we should put our clan in immediate danger by attacking ScarClan, when really it isn’t necessary? Oh! Well I agree completely! I’m sure no one will die- or actually they could, but really no big deal, and the horrible wounds that come with it should heal… eventually.” Then when the warrior is put back in his/her place, life can go on as normal again.

The second trait Cragstar has happens to be a pet peeve. The only cat in the entire clan that knows about this is his mate, who swore to him she would tell no one. The leader of JaggedClan HATES water. If he needed to, the tom would leap in to save a drowning kit, but other than that, he steers as clear from it as possible. Yes, he can swim, but the feeling of something wet and cold on his belly fur makes him grumpy and irritable. This trait is one that he would never show to a clanmate other than his mate.

The third trait I will speak of is justice. Cragstar knew from early kithood that a leader has to know how to punish a cat, and determine who is telling the truth, whether it be a simple kit sneaking out of camp, or a warrior who attempted to murder the clan deputy. Obviously anyone with a brain can know which cat should be kept in the nursery for a moon, and which should be exiled from the clan, but things can get more complicated than that. If you don’t know for sure who killed the cat, but suspect someone, you can’t just throw them out. You have to know your facts!

Past:
Cragkit’s mother’s name was Icefeather. She was small and lithe, with long limbs and a white, tan banged pelt. Much like her son would end up being, she was fast, though not very strong. This proved as a weakness and she hated it. When Icefeather was only 14 moons, she was found by a rouge and force bred. As her belly grew swollen with kits, she refused to tell anyone who the father was. A few moons later, she met a tom named Flamefoot. He was kind and gentle with her, and eventually the two fell in love. He was the first cat she told, and he agreed to father the kits when they were born.

9 short moons later, Icefeather gave birth to three kits. The first kit’s pelt looked exactly like the tom that she feared so much; with the same tabby markings and ice blue eyes. The second looked like neither parents, and the third was all brown. Icefeather named the second born Cragkit, for his pelt, and the third Treekit, after his dark brown color. The first born she did not give a name, and shunned it almost immediately after birth.

Cragkit’s first six moons were the farthest from normal as you could possibly get. With Treekit being the runt of the litter, and in and out of the Medicine Cat’s den half of the time, Cragkit bonded with the kit in the litter with no name. He ended up calling him brother, and watched, confused, as Icefeather ignored him all throughout kithood. Now this future leader was far from stupid, and could tell when he saw cats whispering about No Name. Cragkit began to be ultra defensive of his brother, and gave him the name Tabbykit, demanding from every cat he could that he be called that. From this moment forward, Cragkit never left his older brother’s side, even as the two reached six moons.

The day of the Apprentice Ceremony, Cragkit was nervous for Tabbykit. What would Silverstar do? Make up her own name, or not even give his brother a mentor? Nevertheless, the day had to go on, so the tiny tom awaited the meeting. Around Sunhigh it finally came, and he and Treekit came from the Nursery after being groomed vigorously by Icefeather. Tabbykit followed close behind, with a messy pelt. It was obvious his mother had ignored him as usual.

At the end of the Ceremony, Cragpaw was delighted to have seen both of his brothers become apprentices. Silverstar had named Tabbykit Tabbypaw, though a few warriors objected to him having been named by a kit, but it had been worked out. The three mentors chosen were Raggedpelt: a senior warrior with a temper, Goldengaze: Another senior warrior with an even bigger temper, and last, Tabbypaw’s mentor was chosen to be Lionclaw: A young, patient warrior who was kind enough to defend his apprentice back when he was No Name.

Less than three moons into the brother’s apprenticeships, Treepaw was in the Medicine Cat’s Den with blackcough. It was a shock when he died the next sunrise, because Cragpaw and Tabbypaw were so used to seeing him come out every other day. They thought that somehow their brother would pull through. Goldengaze and Icefeather were devastated; as were Flamefoot, Tabbypaw and Cragpaw. Their mentor’s were not too sympathetic, however, and had the brothers battle training again the next day.

After a fairly normal apprenticeship, it was time for the apprentice trials. Tabbypaw went first, reaching the top of the hill without any prey, but before the last sunrise. He was named Tabbypelt, much to the happiness of Lionclaw. After all, his very first apprentice had passed; a great accomplishment. Next was Cragpaw:


Day One:
I felt as though my heart were going to fall out of my chest as I saw the hill. It was massive, rocky, and terrifying. I had to use all of my willpower to keep from running back to Icefeather like a kit. Taking a deep breath, I waited for the Overseer to tell me it was time. When he did, I started hard, practically sprinting up the hill. I didn’t even notice that I had cut my paw on the first leap.

Day Two:
I am almost three quarters of the way up the hill. A few interesting things happened today. First of all, I think a StarClan cat came to me. The thirst had over come me so much that I had to stop under a boulder to rest. Well, I fell asleep, which was extremely mousebrained of me considering this test is timed. I dreamed of a snowy clearing, and a cat with stars on her pelt came to me. She said her name was Eagleheart, a JaggedClanner that had died in her trial. (To be honest this didn’t make me feel very good.) Then she told me to wake up and hunt, so that I could finish early and bring to pieces of prey with me. Determination filled me so much, I felt like jumping for joy when I woke up to see an eagle in front of me, facing the other way. Thanking StarClan(especially Eagleheart) I killed it and started dragging it up the hill with me. A few heartbeats later I saw a mouse, and killed that as well. Now all I had to do was finish.

Day Three:
I finished before sunhigh today, and the Overseer seemed proud that I had brought not only a mouse, but an EAGLE with me! I was named Cragclaw, and I couldn’t wait to speak with Tabbypelt. Now we were both warriors!

After Cragclaw’s trial, he was immediately given the respect of a senior warrior. Cats older than him dipped their heads in respect, and came to him for advice. It was overwhelming at first, but he got used to it and eventually became quite a value to the clan. At the age of 19 moons he was given his first apprentice: Branchpaw. She was thrilled to have such a great mentor; and Cragclaw often saw her bragging to her littermates that HER mentor finished the trial early, with an eagle! Sadly though, not long after Branchpaw was named Branchfur, Icefeather died. Even Tabbypelt seemed sad, even after what she did to him, and Cragclaw was devastated.

Cragclaw received his dream at the age of 33 moons. He was named deputy. It turns out that this tom was a natural born leader, and served this position for 10 moons before Silverstar lost her last life. During this time Tabbypelt had joined StarClan as well, and Cragstar was left with no one. He doesn’t think this anymore, however. His clan is his family, and he doesn’t need anything else.

Other:
Cragstar would like a mate ^^