[PINESTAR]

Name: Pinekit, Pinepaw, Pinefur Pinestar

Clan: RiverClan

Age: 40 moons

Gender: Tom

Rank: Leader

Appearance: Pinestar is a rather handsome tom; he is what a fairytale would call “Tall, dark, and handsome.” He naturally towers over the she-cats in his clan, and over a few of the toms as well, he is not freakishly huge, but you can defiantly pick him out in a crowd. His body is lean and muscular, built for fighting, not so much for hunting, in fact that is the one thing that troubles him besides his large paws, yet the two things go hand in hand; he had trouble staying hidden from his prey and he tends to make noise when hunting. His fur is medium length, not too long yet not too short, and is not dark in the sense of black, but rather dark in shade; Dark reddish-orange with a creamy underside, paws, and muzzle; his top coat has flecks of brown mixed in. He has a few scars marring his muzzle, as well as one that stretches down his left shoulder from a battle; the fur around it I missing in spots as it never really grew back properly. Lastly his eyes, one is deep forest green, while the other is bright lime green.

Personality: Pinestar is usually a quiet tom, not being one to start conversations and having a real disdain for small talk. He’s the kind of guy that feels you should say what it is that is on your mind and be done with it; not time for “himing and hawing” or “beating around the bush” some would say. He is an honest fellow, perhaps brutally so at times, but if he feels you ought to be told something and no one else will tell you then he’ll assume responsibility and let you know. He is easily embarrassed and dislikes being complimented outright and especially loathes being in the spotlight, something he would like to overcome…His paternal genes are strong, he has a love for kits and taking care of others, but can get a bit flustered, especially when the kits get to the “curious stage” and run around asking 50 million questions about everything and anything.

History: Pinekit was born like any other typical cat from his clan, in the nursery surrounded by his mother, father and the medicine cat; as well as a few other queens and their litters. He was named as most kits, moments after he was born and for the coloring of his fur; in this case, the shade pine needles take on after they die and fall off the pine tree. He grew up like all of the other kits, though he didn’t have any siblings he often played with the other kits around his age, and sometimes a warrior would stop by the nursery and give the old moss ball a toss or two. When he wasn’t playing he’s be off to the Elder’s den listening them tell stories late into the afternoon and evening about days and battles long gone by. When Pinekit became Pinepaw it was as ordinary as his days in the nursery, he was assigned to a dutiful and determined mentor who taught him everything he needed to know in hopes he would become a proud warrior of RiverClan, and one day be able to pass his knowledge on down the line of future hopefuls. As predicted, Pinepaw became Pinefur without a hitch, and his warriorship was fairly normal, and he was appointed as a mentor over his very own apprentice just a few moons after.

He showed great leadership over his apprentice, and worked hard as a proud warrior, and eventually; to no one’s surprise, he was appointed deputy of RiverClan. There was no prouder moment, apart from being given his first apprentice then becoming deputy…well apart from becoming leader…



Other: Nothing much has occurred in his life after being named deputy, apart from a small skirmish/battle that RiverClan won, and which Pinefur (at the time) earned the scar on his shoulder.

Accepted.