Woodstar--->WaterClan--->Audition

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Woodstar

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She-Cat

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Leader

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58 Moons

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WaterClan

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A pure brown she-cat with green eyes.

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--->The pelt misplaced;

Woodstar is a beautiful she-cat with a medium shade of brown. She was named “wood” for the way she almost seems to blend in with the woof of a tree. Her pelt is smooth and is almost always well kept, or at least it appears to be well kept. Not even the harshest moments of her life will ever show in how groomed her pelt is for for the most part it stays smooth and silky on its own. Some cats can find it very unsettling and odd how her pelt seems to only consist of the one shade of brown as it does. Most cats have at least stripes or darker shades of the dominant color of their pelt to give their pelt a more alive look, but her pelt carries none of these trends. It is one, continues color and some cats find this unsettling. Even though you’d think Woodstar to be upset by the way her own pelt looks, she finds it better than having tons of colors and shade for it makes her stand-out and different, which she enjoys. However that may be, brown is not the only color on her fur for there is a small area of white. This space of white and break from the endless pool of brown is among her muzzle and the under part of her muzzle which travels down her neck a bit like a wave, but fades into the brown as a wave fades into the sand once it hits a beach. Some look at this spot of white that has not always been there-she just recently required it after becoming leader-as a sign that she is aging faster, but really that is not the case. The white has always been there, cats are just starting to notice for it has been growing since she started her growth from a kit.

--->A pair of eyes unknown;

Her eyes are also a big part of the reason why she is was named as she was. As a kit, her eyes were dangerously bright. They reflected that of a leaf on a tree, but instead of naming her “tree” or “forest” for various reasons, her mother chose Wood. However, her eyes seemed to have darkened over time as her life got more and more stressful. Now, her eyes are sip dark, they almost seem more like grass in the shadows rather than leaves reflecting the sun’s bright rays. Even though she is not that dark of a cat, her eyes can betray how happy her feelings are. At times, cats think that she is angry when she is only disappointed and sad when she is a little confused. Her eyes almost never show her true feelings, though when she is happy, they do seem to regain some of their old brightness. Almost as if the life is returning to their dying gaze. Her eyes can also seem to fade into a gray around the edges as if she is losing the color to her pelt as the white on her neck expands, but also the color in her eyes. Also, her eyes can also have a tinge of orange here and there, but that difference in color is rare, but there is usually a bit of yellow also in their depths.

--->Anything that doesn't fit;

Woodstar was not made for the life of fighting claw and tooth. Her body is very lean and not much muscle penetrates her skin. She has enough to do damage, but in a battle against a muscled cat, she would not win that way. Rather, her body was made for that in combat, she can run faster than a well muscled cat can and that evens out the battle field a bit. Her legs are a bit shorter than a normal cats’ are, but they her main body is larger, both in terms of width, height, and length. Her tail is abnormally long, going a couple inches longer than a normal cat’s would and she using that to her advantage in battle. Her tail also is gray mixed in with the brown, but takes over most of the top over her tail. The gray seems to come from out of no where though and you have to look close enough to even see it, not to mention the break from which it comes from. Her pelt is thin and short, which helps when wet, but also makes her very cold in the time during the winter.

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--->Disciplined;

Woodstar knows the feeling of hard punishments and feels that a cat must be punished harshly. Although, she will keep the punishment reasonable with the act of the crime that they had done. Because of the way she had been punished by her sister, she knows that it is best for a cat to take their punishment without question no matter what it is and that they will have to put up with it. If they complain to her about it, she will only being a harsher effect into it for she believes deeply in discipline. “If a cat has been punished hard enough, they will see the wrong they did and they will accept the punishment without question. However, if they argue that their punishment is too harsh, they have not seen the wrong they did and needs to be punished further.” That is what she says and often says it time and time again if she is ever questioned for what she does about punishments.

--->Fair and kind;

Fairness and kindness are so close to one another, I decided to put them together. Even though she does believe in harsh punishments, she is also very nice, polite, and is fair to her Clan and those that are not within it. She never makes a punishment without backing up why that is a fair punishment for the act that they had done against her. Some could argue without a doubt that some of her punishments were given too harsh, but none dare to because she always has logic that none could go up against. She is nice to those who are even outside her Clan, but that goes to a certain point. She has certain softness though towards FireClan, seeing as she lived half her life within the Clan’s camp. Although that may be, she still is loyal to her Clan and would never put their lives at risk for a past that she once had.

--->Short-tempered and strong;

She is a short-tempered cat, even though she had never show it in the past. She is also very calm and that shows her strength among her emotions and show that she can easily control the anger that sometimes can spring forth without question. This anger is easiest for DarkClan to trigger after what their leader had done to her sister. She will usually never start a fight, but then again, she will never try to back out or purposely retreat. If a battle comes around, you better be prepared to, for the most part, fight WaterClan to the death or the death of Woodstar at the most. She does not like feeling weak in front of the other Clans, but again if the danger is too much, she will show her strength over her emotions and retreat as needed just to protect her Clan. However, she will usually talk to her deputy and medicine cat before doing anything about a battle.

--->Wise and distanced fighter;

She will usually try to be all wise with her calmness, especially at a Gathering. She does not believe in fighting and will usually start acting all wise and saying things as if she knew everything; even though she is one of the oldest leaders, though not by much. In battle, she is a cat that will choose speed and distance to her advantage. She likes to think about each move before she makes them, but also likes to keep her enemy in check and busy with other things while she makes a plan. At the beginning of a fight, she will often dodge attacks; trying to wear out her opponent and also while trying to figure out how they attack. With those to factors in mind, she would then start to devise a plan to being a cat down.

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--->Quick Info on Parent's Past;

Her father was a very strong, proud tom of WaterClan. Most the Clan adored him and thought of his as a second deputy. They also thought of her father, Heavyclaw, as a tom to become the next deputy just because so many believed in him. Heavyclaw was the sport of cat that even though it wasn’t his job really, he enforced the law of StarClan and would usually never be caught dead doing anything to break it. He was a nice tom, though when needed to be, he’d be harsh; especially in times of battle. However, one moon when he was 46 moons old, he met a fine she-cat at a Gathering who was from FireClan. She was a very beautiful she-cat, a slender, pure white she-cat. Now, her father was a strong, dark brown tom and also a very popular tom within the Clan, but also in she-cats having a crush on him. He was very handsome, but neither the she-cat nor the tom felt any attraction to each other, yet. They were both very loyal cats to their Clan and started out as friends first. Now, Heavyclaw did have a mate back at camp that was pregnant with their first litter at this time. Heavyclaw and this she-cat, Heatheart, only saw each other at Gatherings and never wanted more than what they had. Heavyclaw was a very happy tom, glad of his mate and very proud of his life in WaterClan. He felt like nothing else in the world could matter more to him then his Clan and his current mate. Though, no matter what he wanted, StarClan seemed to want him to want more, especially with Heatheart. The more he spent time with her, the more he started to like her and the more he felt like he wanted to be with her more. He knew what was happening; he was falling in love with her, even though he did love his other mate. At the same time, Heatheart was also starting to fall for him and eventually, they couldn’t stay apart for a moon or more anymore and started to sneak out to see each other. When he was 50 moons old, his other mate or his old mate in some cases had their first litter. Even though he knew he shouldn’t be doing it, he still snuck out to meet with Heatheart, though no one found out. When he was 57 moons old, he found out something dramatic; Heatheart was pregnant with their litter, his second litter. Now, by this time his first litter which there was only a she-cat in, was already seven moons and an apprentice! He wasn’t sure what to do, admit to his Clan that he had gone against his own rules and disobeyed StarClan by loving a she-cat in FireClan, or continue his life in WaterClan as if nothing was going on. He eventually chose the second one and Heatheart was fine in keeping the tom of her kits private. So, when he was 62 moons, the litter was born and turned that in this one also, there was only one kit; a she-cat which is where Woodstar’s history shall begin.

--->Her past as Woodpaw;

Woodkit was born into FireClan, but she knew at a very young age that her father was not of her Clan. Her mother did not want her to want her to think that her father was a bad guy that wanted nothing of her or her mother and Woodkit accepted that. Ashe also understood that she could tell no one of her father. When she was old enough, her mother and she would, about twice every moon, sneak out of the camp to meet up with Heavyclaw. She always looked up to her father and wished she could join him in WaterClan. Woodkit would constantly dream over running in WaterClan territory as a warrior flanked by her father and her unknown sister that he did speak of once in a while. He had told her that her sister was almost a warrior and that her name was Weedpaw, but he didn’t trust her sister enough for Woodkit to ever meet her. Time went on and their visits became less and less tell they decided it be best not to go at all and just see him at Gatherings, once Woodkit was would enough to go out to them. Nothing much else happened to her as a kit, everything in this period was simple and happy. She enjoys this time as a simple time that was always pleasant and she still looks back at these times with much disappointment that they went by so fast.

--->Then as Woodpaw;

As an apprentice of FireClan, Woodkit worked hard to become a strong warrior. She wanted nothing more than to be a cat that her father would be proud of. She didn’t like fighting, but she would fight as long as her Clan told her to fight for she found it as a necessity. She had a mentor named Rootpelt and he was a very nice tom. Actually, he was quite young and he reminded her of her father. She was glad he was her mentor for he was strong, but also very smart that almost seemed like wiseness even for his old age. He taught her many things, but not only in the form of fighting and defense. He also told her between the right and wrong situations to use fighting as a way to fix a problem. He told her when things could be talked out and when blood-shed was necessary. He was a very calm cat for FireClan and he never angered easily and so when she asked questions about those kinds of things, he’d answer fully and politely. When it was time for her to go to her first Gathering at the age of 8 moons old, she was excited to see her father and hopefully even her older sister. Her mother didn’t go this time unfortunately; Heatheart was not chosen to go along. Right away though, she found her father and approached him slowly as if she didn’t know him and shyly. He looked over to her sister who he had told her was now and had been for a while a warrior named Weedfur. He had introduced Weedfur to Woodpaw even though the other she-cat did not know that he was introducing her to her younger sister. Weedfur was very polite and nice to Woodpaw and the apprentice felt a pang of anger that she couldn’t let the warrior know that they were sisters; he bothered her. The Gathering continued and then ended as usually. Woodpaw had said her good-byes and left with the Clan to go back to Camp. That night/morning/evening, what ever you would call it, she fidgeted and it was hard for her to sleep. She just kept having the dreams with Heavyclaw and Weedfur in them and all she wanted to do was run with them in their Clan. It was as if StarClan was trying to send her some invisible message she didn’t understand. A moon later, something happened that made her decide between her mother and FireClan and her father, sister, and WaterClan. She and her mother were out in the territory and a badger appeared out of no where. Woodpaw and Heatheart had separated to hunt and the badger had caught Woodpaw alone. Frozen with shock, Woodkit couldn’t move, she was as still as a rock. The badger was about to go for a killing blow for whatever reason and she could not move out of the way. She had closed her eyes, waiting for the end. When she opened them, she saw her mother; Heatheart fighting with the badger, blood drenched her fur. Eventually, Heatheart fought off the badger and saved Woodpaw though she felt guilty for she didn’t even know if her mother was gonna make it. Finally, she made a decision. She helped her mother tell they ran into another FireClan cat on the way back to camp. It had been Rootpelt. She told him and her mother what she wanted to do and even though her mother argued at first, she and Rootpelt finally understood and agreed to let her go. With that, Woodpaw ran to the WaterClan border and awaited a patrol. When one finally arrive at dusk, she found that Heavyclaw was now Heavystar and that he had actually been deputy at the last Gathering and not a normal warrior, though he never told her or her mother that. When she asked to join his Clan, of course her father agreed, but he still kept their kinship a secret, not wanting his former mate to find out our Weedfur who was now deputy.

As time went on, she trained long and hard to become trusted and liked within her Clan, but it took longer than she thought it would at first. Even though her father was the leader, since no one knew that he could not do too much with her. She found out though that her half-sister’s mother had died a few years back and as Woodpaw had heard this, she realized Heavystar’s old mate must know the truth about him and Heatheart now. Woodpaw just kept working at it, though she was not made into a warrior in a hurry. As time went on, her already old father started getting older. Finally, it got to the point where he was just too old and died from old age. Woodpaw was about 29 moons old and still an apprentice. Her half-sister took the position as leader since she was deputy, but her father had given Weedfur a dying request. He had spilled the news at that moment, how he had mated with a FireClan she-cat (but he wouldn’t tell anyone her name) and that Woodpaw was his daughter with that she-cat. Now, Weedfur was angry with her father for going against her mother, but she accepted to grant his request which was to make Woodpaw a warrior. She did, but the name she gave Woodpaw was not idea. Woodpaw’s warrior name was, “Evilspirit.”

--->From there on;

Evilspirit was shocked that her half-spirit would do such a thing, but she could understand where the anger came from. Everything Weedstar had known was a lie. The realization of what her oh so loved father did was a stab to her heart and Evilspirit had no reason to deny her punishment, even though she had nothing to do with it. Some of her friends hated what their new leader had done, but most of the Clan loved what Weedstar had done was thought she was going to be a strong leader for WaterClan. Evilspirit went among her daily jobs, hunting, training, etc for the most of the remaining time. When she was 36 moons old, her half-sister started feeling guilty about what she had done to her own blood. She had discriminated Woodpaw and named her something that would only make her ashamed and feared. When, around that time, the old deputy retired, claiming he was too old for the job, Weedstar felt that she had to make it up to her sister by naming her the new deputy. Most of WaterClan was appalled by this and demanded her to change her choice, but she would not. Evilspirit was shocked that Weedstar had done that for she never expected her to do it, to feel so guilty the only way she could make it up was to name Evilspirit deputy. Her sister was still remarkably strong though, but she was starting to become nicer towards Evilspirit and said that if she knew how, that she would change her sister’s name, but the fact remained, she didn’t know how. So, time went on and Evilspirit lived her life to that name, though she eventually started to get use to it. When a cat criticized her for it, she took it in and dealt with the shame. It was becoming a part of who she was and she understood it. However, she was still deputy and cats understood that and still followed her as they would any deputy. They did not only dislike her for her name, but also because she was half-blood. Fights happened and her sister lost lives over the years trying to defend her Clan. Finally, the end of her sister’s life came upon the Clan. Evilspirit was 51 years old which would’ve made her sister was about 62 moons, but she was still a strong leader. They were in battle against DarkClan and Deathstar had killed Weedstar, taking her sister’s last life away. That had caused her Clan to retreat and started her life as leader.

So, you may be asking, so why isn’t her name, “Evilstar?” The reason is because the day she went to receive her nine lives, StarClan had decided upon something. That the name given to her by her sister was no longer fitting. Therefore, when they declared her leader name at the end of the ceremony, the named her as Woodstar, adopting the name that was originally suppose to be the beginning of her warrior name.

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From Emerald Spirits; Falconstar's RPG sample in her biography. If you need one of Woodstar, let me know and I'll redo this.

Falconstar laid in her den, her head raised and looked around the den. She could see the few rays of sunlight seeping in through the entrance, but nothing came to her mind. There was no expression on her face, no one of relief, not even a smile flickered across it. And as always, her eyes were as emotionless as the rest of her, the color seeming to fade from them with every second that passed. Dreaming was her favorite part of her day and she just wanted to go back to doing so, for there at least she could forget about everything that happened and will happen. StarClan was against her, she already knew that. They had killed everyone that she had ever been close to and she believed that. However, for the most part she didn’t even think that they could do anything more than a cat of her own Clan could do, but they had to have done something to make everyone she loved just…die. She looked down at her three scars, the one on her leg, the one on her flank, and the one on her stomach. Each one represented on of the three cats she cared most about and held their memory alive within her body. Never would she forget who they were or what they had done for her. Pinewing, Redclaw, and Yarrowflower. Please, be with me. I have made sure each of you has a place within my body, so please watch over me. It was one of the only sincere thoughts she would ever think. She just didn’t want to be without their thoughts; she hoped their souls were watching over her, guiding her pawsteps. She decided it was about time she left her den and stood up and padded forward.

As she broke through her den and into the morning light, she couldn’t help but blink a few times. The sun was bright and she was only use to the darkness of her den and the night before. She let out a long stretch and a yawn and she looked around the camp. Cats were starting to appear from their slumber and she wished she could have seen her brother and sister padding out beside the other warriors. Her eyes closed and she looked towards the fresh-kill pile. She was tempted to take something, but she wasn’t hungry. She just shook her head and padded towards the entrance of the camp. She stood there for a moment and looked out into her territory. The pine trees wavered in the soft breeze and pine needles dropped from the trees. The area looked dark, but then again, this was NightClan, what else would you expect? She took a few steps forward again and went out into the territory, gazing around. The needles crunched under he weight, but she just ignored them. She didn’t know where she was going; she just let her paws carry her. She was not herself today, she knew that. She was caught up in the past too much and that made her gloomy. For once, there was a single emotion on her face, sadness. A single tear even managed to escape the prison of her eyes and dripped down off her face and onto her paw. She paused and took in the scents; they were the same as always. NightClan and prey, what else was there to scent? She sighed and padded forward again, disappearing into the darkness.

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ACCEPTED as leader of WaterClan.