S I T T I N G S T A R
leader, 35 moons, windclan,
A P P E A R A N C E
green/yellow, possible abyssinian mix, male
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Sittingstar is a small black tom, with small white streaks of hair running throughout his black fur. It has always been this way for him. The length of his fur is long, but not as long as a Maincoon, but not as short as a an Abyssinian, it lies somewhere in the middle. His face, when he is looking directly at you, looks short. From the side it looks like your average cat. His ears are small triangles, something his finds he likes about himself. His paws are black, to match the rest of his pelt, but they are dainty and conceal thorn sharp claws. When Sittingstar walks, it looks like tip-toeing across the camp. His body is small, but it isn’t lacking in muscle, or agility. His small body and being quick and light on his paws helps with his hunting. When you look into this tom’s eyes, the first thing that should catch your eye are his large, round, owl like eyes. They always seem to have a gentle expression about them, accept when he’s upset and/or angry.
To sum up Sittingstar, he’s a small, lean, and dangerous in a fight - using his size to his advantage.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Sarcastic; This was a trait of Sittingstar’s father, Swifteagle. It also happened to be a characteristic of his mother. And so, through the family lines sarcasm seemed to be passed down from generation to generation! Although he isn’t always sarcastic, Sittingstar does have his moments.
Trusting yet not trusting; This could be said for a lot of things. The strong relationship between Windclan and Thunderclan has often been on Sittingstar’s mind. He never knows if he could trust them, and part of him doesn’t want to, but then he wonders what other clan he could turn to as allies. This is also taken within the clan, there are just some cats he would rather not have on a hunting or a border patrol for reasons he couldn’t explain. He doesn’t like to show favoritism to those he does trust, though. He finds that this a constant war he is fighting in his mind, and if it is visible to his clan mates is unknown to him. (He personally hopes not.)
Suspicious; Sittingstar’s suspicious feelings come from the betrayal of Rabbitfoot. When something is going on behind his back, he doesn’t like it, and will do anything - well almost – to find out what is going on, and who is doing it. This also leads to suspicion of other clans. He doesn’t like to think that his clan a push over in other clans feuds, and often times he wonders if the other clans think his clan is weak. Often, he tries to make a strong appearance at gatherings, but at the same time he doesn’t want it to come off as trying.
Romance? If this was even possible after his feelings for Rabbitfoot went down in the rain storm of his life. It isn’t that he isn’t interested in having a mate, or kits. In fact, often times he wishes he could say that he had a son to be proud of, but he knows that it just won’t happen.
Enthusiastic yet prone to depression; Sittingstar has always been an enthusiastic cat. He loves the unexpected – unless it is a bad thing – and he doesn’t let what others think about him get him down, or he tries not to. Sittingstar is prone to periods of depression. When he thinks that he isn’t suitable enough for his clan, or leading them the right way. Often he finds himself going to the medicine cat for advice, or something to cure him of his stomachaches. When he gets into this kind of state, he doesn’t eat, and he doesn’t sleep. He feels that no matter how hard he tries to be energetic, it just isn’t working. He feels fake, and he hates feeling like a fake. Luckily, this doesn’t happen as often as one would think.
H I S T O R Y
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sittingkit; Sittingstar, was born Sittingkit, after his great grandfather on his father’s side. (whom had the name Sittingstone as his warrior name). Growing up in the nursery, Sittingkit was well aware of the meaning of his name. His father, Swifteagle, had high hopes for his son, but what Swifteagle had wanted the most was a daughter. No one quite understood this, and no one does to this day, not even his mate Rookwing. Although Sittingkit was an only kit, it didn’t stop him from being curious, and it didn’t stop him from getting into trouble. Going into the medicine cat’s den and messing around herbs, wondering if that was the right path for him. Often he spoke with the medicine cat, but not always about herbs.
The night before he was to become an apprentice he decided he would take a self tour of Windclan territory when half the clan, and the leader were at the gathering. The moon was full, and the sky was clear. All of Starclan seemed to be watching him as he slipped out of the camp, but he didn’t care. As much as Sittingkit respected Starclan, they couldn’t do anything to stop him… right? Maybe it was just his luck, or maybe it was Starclan interfering with his plans. While Sittingkit was out exploring, the last thing he expected was to find the scent of dog, stray dog. The fur along his spine began to rise. The scent was fresh, and when Sittingkit had the chance, he could hear it shuffling around in the tall grass. He crept forward quietly, his stance not leaving much to be desired. Just then, the dog let out an ugly bay. Frightened out of his wits Sittingkit turned tail and ran back to camp just as the cats that had left the gathering were returning.
Needless to say, it was surprising to see Sittingkit come in behind the chosen warriors and apprentices. The next day, he was made an apprentice, and for a half-moon, was punished with cleaning out the moss in the elders den, ticks, and feeding the elders. A task he took no delight in…
sittingpaw; His first half-moon as an apprentice was terrible. The punishment wasn’t as bad as it could be, but Sittingkit, now Sittingpaw, didn’t imagine his first half moon taking care of the elders. Instead he imagined it roaming about Windclan territory on patrols, and hunting, and chasing a fox off the territory with his clan mates. When his punishment was lifted, the first thing he wanted to do was go on a hunt! But, his mentor had other plans. Rushingcloud, a pure white she-cat, wasn’t the best hunter in the clan, despite her name. Sittingpaw knew he would have to find some other warrior besides Rushingcloud to teach him how to hunt. But, were you allowed to do that? Luckily, or tragically, Rushingcloud came down with green-cough – which is never a good thing – but it gave Sittingpaw a chance to actually learn some real hunting moves. The downside? Sittingpaw didn’t exactly have many friends within the clan; in fact he wasn’t liked by half the clan. Longfeather, an old friend of Swifteagle – Sittingpaw’s father – was one of the few that actually liked Sittingpaw. Unfortunately, Rabbitpaw – a tall grey she-cat - was the apprentice of Longfeather. Neither of the two got along well, and it really didn’t seem like they were going to anyway! Or, that’s how it seemed. The two started to build a friendship, of sorts. Always wanting to go on hunting patrols together, or border patrols, even gatherings! Sadly, Sittingpaw began to develop feelings for the she-cat, but Rabbitpaw had other things in mind other than settling down and having kits, which to Sittingpaw she seemed to make that clear.
Finally, it was time for the two to get their warrior names. Rabbitpaw was made Rabbitfoot, and Sittingpaw was made Sittingowl. They sat their vigil together, but after the warriors ceremony they began to drift apart.
sittingowl; The first few moons of Sittingowl’s new warriors life, was pretty dull. Nothing really happened that was supper exciting, and Rabbitfoot seemed to want nothing to do with him what-so-ever. This depressed Sittingowl, but he didn’t let it really bother him – even though it did. One night, Sittingowl was asked by Hareclaw – the clan deputy at the time – to go out on a midnight patrol with him. Sittingowl agreed, and that night, just before they set out, Sittingowl caught the scent of Rabbitfoot’s scent by the entrance of the camp. Hareclaw didn’t seem to take notice, of this.
Maybe she’s gone out on a midnight hunting patrol… he thought, as he patrolled the Riverclan border. To say the least, what he came across wasn’t what he had in mind.
Rabbitfoot was creeping along the border, her pelt was wet and it looked like she had gone swimming. “Rabbitfoot, what are you doing?” He hated to call her out, but he felt like he had no choice. The startled she-cat seemed to struggle with a response. Hareclaw was nowhere around, which to Sittingowl seemed a bit odd. “If the clan catches you all wet they’ll-“ Rabbitfoot cut him off, “They’ll what? Tell me not to go swimming at night?” She scoffed, “Lighten up, Sittingowl, I wasn’t doing anything but hunting.”
Yeah, and fell in the river? Before he could question her any further on what she had been doing, she darted off into the tall grass without a word. The next few nights, Sittingowl was determined to find out what she was really doing. He hated to see a former friend get into trouble.
One night, to his complete horror, he found that Rabbit foot had been sneaking out of the camp to see a Riverclan warrior. Needless to say, Quailstar – the leader of Windclan – wasn’t pleased at all by this when he found out. But, being a peaceful leader he wanted to settle this one way- banishment. Both clan leaders seemed to be thinking the same thing, and so Rabbitfoot and her mate were banished from the territory. Where they are to this day, and if they had any offspring remains a mystery to Sittingstar to this day.
sittingstar; When Quailstar passed, Harestar came to be the leader of Windclan. Over the past moons, Harestar become fond of Sittingowl, and made him the deputy of Windclan. One leaf-bare Harestar came down with an incurable case of black-cough. He became sickly, and rugged looking. This left Sittingowl to deal out patrols, and attend gatherings in Harestar’s absence. In late New-leaf, Harestar lost his last life due to the after effects of losing a good majority of his lives to black-cough. Sittingowl became Sittingstar at 30 moons. It is now five moons into the leadership of his clan.
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