Blackstar of ShadowClan

[<i'm a myth i'm a legend>]

Name: black-kit -- blackpaw -- blackclaw -- BLACKSTAR
Age: 55 moons
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/Rome/Catholic/XA9U9960.JPG
Gender: Tom
Rank: Leader
Clan: ShadowClan
Breed: Black/Moggie
Personality:

Blackstar possesses a wisdom like that of a medicine cat or an old, old elder. He chooses his words wisely and is wry and calm. He is known for his cool headedness in battle, and it is very rarely he loses or even backs down to any challenge handed to him. He may appear ferocious, but underneath his ferocity lies a calmer cat - he listens to his clan like a good leader and tries to make sure at the end of the day everyone is fed and happy, but it's not always like that. Sometimes he has to take things into his own paws and change them - he's power hungry and has a thirst for more territory, and will stop at nothing, I repeat, stop at nothing until he has more land for ShadowClan to expand and become the strongest clan there is, no matter who stands in his way.

Apperance:

Take a long, hard look at your leader - his fierce yellow eyes, his strong, muscled body. He's been this way for many moons - he's older than all but the elders in his clan. Riddled in his pelt are scars, old and new, twisting like rivers on a map of no true colour. His pelt, black as the night with but a smidge of white on it, shows his true colours - he is dark and some might say cruel looking, especially seeing as he's forever wearing a scowl on his face. His eyes are almond shaped and give him a sinister look, scary and evil, almost. His ears, though as perfect looking as they are, are torn and ragged at the edges; he's been in many fights, looking at him. Underneath his fur you'll find muscle - and lots of it. He's a big tom, very big, towering over most cats anyway - and that only adds to his scariness. His size, his fur and those eyes, those yellow, yellow eyes; they'd be enough to scare anyone.

History:

It was fifty five moons ago that three tiny little lives were brought into the world in a harsh, harsh Leafbare. The queen was Raggedear, a beautiful white she-cat with horrendously torn ears. Her mate was Darkslash, a very deceptive and ambitious tom who yearned to approval of the leader and to, one day, become leader himself.
When his kits were born, it was not a joyous occasion. Raggedear went into early birth, and three kits - two white, one black - were born. The white kits, two daughters - Snowkit and Frostkit - died in the night, whereas little Black-kit, he clung to life like a little fighter - he wasn't going to give up.
Though smaller than his denmates, he was just as wild and unruly as them, play-fighting and sneaking out of camp whilst he was still little. Even then, Darkslash could see the potential in his son, and quickly began manipulating the kit from a happy rambunctious thing into a scheming, thinking, sly apprentice.
His mentor was none other than the deputy, Yarrowfang. Blackpaw and Darkslash began making plans to off her as quickly as possible so Darkslash could become the deputy, and then, the position of leader would be in his grasp and his son would be deputy beside him.
Blackpaw was, though, more sly than his father. He had miles more amnition and cunning than the aging Darkslash, so he went to the leader, Sparkstar, and told him of Darkslash's plan. Darkslash was quickly exiled.
Blackpaw, now ten moons, was hailed for his heroism and made a warrior - Blackclaw, for his large claws. His mother, who had another, more succesful litter (but with another warrior) was happy for him.
Days blurred into moons for Blackclaw as he aged and matured and went through two apprentices. He felt ready to settle down and set his eyes on the best she-cat huntress, Sorrelfang. Sorrelfang was a little older than him, yeah, but he didn't care. She was beautiful and would be a wonderful mother. He went about flirting with her and asking her to walk or hunt with him, but a few moons later, when he asked the fateful question, she said; "I'm sorry Blackclaw. I really do like you, but... Gorsetail asked me first... and I said yes."
Something snapped in him that day. All hope was lost from him, but he had a plan, a cunning, daring plan. He would lure Gorseclaw to a fox den he'd found, and then, the foxes would get him. It was brilliant.
A week or so later, he asked Gorseclaw to check something out with him, and they went to the foxes den. Gorsetail was pushed inside and Blackclaw pushed dirt into the hole he'd been digging up. He waited a few hours before digging him up, but then, a fox jumped out at him.
He fought tooth and claw until the fox ran off. He was dripping blood and had to drag Gorsetail back to camp. He faked the tears and the story and let Sorrelfang sob into his shoulder.
It was less than a week before they were mates, and a day or so until she was pregnant. By then, Blackclaw was now the deputy for bravely fighting off the fox, and he was now forty-nine moons, a ripe old age.
His leader, old Yarrowstar, his mentor, died the day his 'kits' were born, and one kit looked just liked Yarrowstar. He named her Yarrowkit, and the other two were Hollowkit and Gorsekit (by Sorrelfang).
He travelled to the Highstones to become leader, but StarClan did not greet him that night. He saw darkness, the never-ending darkness and the most evil cats the forest had ever seen, and they gave him his nine lives - greed, power, deception, strength, envy, jealousy, stealth, darkness and evil.
He returned, deranged, injured, mad, but, his medicine cat healed him up quickly enough. He never told the medicine cat who greeted him or anyone, not even Sorrelfang.
He made his kits apprentices a moon ago. He is now trying to get more territory - by asking or by force, whatever it takes.

[icey]

Great bio! Bet you took a long time typing that up. xD Anyways,
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