THE GENERAL

Name: Lionkit Lionpaw Lionfur Lionstar
Explanation: Lion~for his golden pelt. Kit/paw/star~Appropriate suffixes. Fur~Descriptive.
Gender: Tom.
Age: 38 moons.
Clan: NightmareClan.
Rank: Leader.

THE APPEARANCE

Build: Lanky.
Fur: Golden.
Eyes: Amber.
Markings: A thin scar across one of his eyes, and his right ear is partially shredded.
Overall: Looking at Lionstar, not many cats would imagine the power hidden behind his lanky form. His narrow shoulders, average paws and fairly short height are all about the opposite of intimidating. His brilliant golden, rather silky fur is long for a NightmareClan cat, but not to the point it would get in the way. His bright, intelligent eyes are a rich amber color, one of them slightly hazy from an old battle would, marked by a scar curving across his eye. His right ear tip is missing, shred marks proclaiming where it once was.

THE PERSONALITY

<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Positive Traits:

• Intelligent
• Protective
• Assertive
• Observant
• Cunning

Negative Traits:

• Secretive
• Stubborn
• Perhaps too trustful
• Overly keen to please

Likes:

• Responsibility
• His Clan
• Fighting
• The quiet
• Hunting

Dislikes:

• Heat
• Being argued with
• Cats not following his orders
• Swimming

Fears:

• Losing all his lives
• Failing his Clan
• Heights

Ideals:

• Loyalty
• Mental and physical strength
• Close Clan bonds.

Other: On the surface, Lionstar is the perfect Clan leader. He's devoted and deeply attached to his Clanmates, more than willing to risk all his lives for them. He's extremely intelligent, with a cunning streak that can usually get him what he wants. He performs his responsibilities above and beyond, spending a lot of his time when there are few or no apprentices performing their duties around the camp. He's social among his Clanmates, perfectly adept at everything relating to them. However, underneath this is a fairly selfish cat, ruled by jealousy, secrets and grudges, overly stubborn and unwilling to go along with anything that's not what he wants.

He has a fairly quick temper and won't think twice about jumping into a fight, as despite his small build he's a capable fighter and quite strong. He's overly trustful of just about everyone, and this often gets him into a fight. On the rare occasion a Clanmate dares to argue with him or disobey his orders, he can be flat out cruel in punishment and words, though he's never once harmed a Clanmate. Despite seeming like the perfect leader, most of his Clan has seen the cat under the surface.</span>

THE HISTORY

Family:
Father -- Swiftclaw -- Deceased
Mother -- Goldenpelt -- Deceased
Sister -- Tawnypaw -- Deceased
Brother -- Patchkit -- Deceased
Brother -- Vixenkit -- Deceased
History:
Kithood
Lionkit was the first born in a litter of four, and one of the only two to make it past the first week of life. Both of his brothers were born sickly and weak, and died right away. He and his sister were mischievous kits, and often snuck out of camp to explore, much to their Clanmates' horror.

Apprenticeship
The much awaited day finally arrived when Lionpaw and Tawnypaw's apprenticeship ceremony was held, and Lionpaw was especially eager to please his new mentor, as he was the Clan deputy at the time, Bentclaw. His mentor is probably part of the reason he became what he did, eager to please everyone; he received almost nothing but criticism from his mentor, no matter how hard he tried. Bentclaw instilled in him that NightmareClan was the best of them all, and the other Clans were nothing but scum that must be destroyed.

The battle techniques were tried again and again, never ending, until Bentclaw was satisfied that Lionpaw had gotten as close to perfection as the apprentice ever could. Lionpaw's apprenticeship was longer than most because of this, as Bentclaw refused to pass him in his first few assessments. Lionpaw constantly had a rather wounded ego, but he strived to please his mentor anyway.

Not all that long into his apprenticeship Oakstar died, and his mentor became the new leader, now feeding the entire Clan the lies about StarClan's will he had been feeding his apprentice for moons. Gradually Lionpaw began to suspect there was something off about Bentstar's words, but he never mentioned it to anyone else, a fact he would later come to regret, especially when his sister was found dead only days after Bentstar returned from the Moontree.

Warriorhood
Only days after Lionfur finally had his warrior ceremony, the current Clan deputy was killed in a battle. Much to everyone's shock and annoyance, Bentstar put off selecting a new deputy for days, instead taking the entire Clan in a battle against DreamClan, forcing even queens and the oldest kits to fight.

During the aftermath of the battle, with the Clan scrambling to flee and being forced to leave their dead Clanmates behind, Bentstar hurriedly shouted that Lionfur would be the new deputy, not taking the time to have a real ceremony. This was taken with arguments and anger, even by Lionfur--he didn't want to be deputy, he was barely a warrior.

Deputyship
Lionfur's deputyship was just as short as his warriorhood. Only a couple moons after he was made the deputy, Bentstar was murdered by a nameless cat, his body left outside the camp for the dawn patrol to find. Despite his misgivings and all-around fear, he traveled to the Moontree, terrified that StarClan would reject him and refuse to give him his lives, because of the way he was made deputy.

Leadership
Despite his misgivings, StarClan was more than happy to give Lionstar his nine lives, and he returned to NightmareClan successful as their new leader. Not everyone accepted him, of course, still fearing the way in which he was made deputy, and then leader, was an omen of times to come.

Lionstar's leadership was fairly normal, up until early leafbare started to set in. Prey became scarce and almost impossible to find, and he was struggling just to keep his Clan alive. When the Gathering fight broke out and one of his warriors killed DreamClan's deputy, he knew then that his leadership had been an omen, after all. All he could do was wonder what StarClan was punishing them for.

AN RP SAMPLE

Sunlight glimmered on golden fur as the tom slunk through the brush, paws barely touching the ground as he moved onto the thick swamp covering. His gaze remained locked on the mouse at the opposite side of the swamp patch, nibbling at something in it's paws. His ears twitched, listening to the noises around him as he narrowed his eyes slightly, moving carefully, belly just above the swamp cover, tail held straight. Prey was so rare lately he just had to catch this mouse. Ashenpelt's kit needed food.

Stepping back onto solid ground, he bunched his muscles, preparing to leap. Seconds passed, and then he sprang, paw slamming down on the mouse's back. Lionstar bit into it's neck, yowling triumphantly as the spine snapped. Finally, prey! He picked the small, scrawny mouse up and turned to head back to camp, weaving his way around the swamp this time instead of crossing over it. It didn't take long to reach camp, and he slithered through the entrance, amber eyes automatically scanning the camp. Ashenpelt was stretched outside the nursery, her kit a little ways away, playing by herself. Streakpaw was poking through the fresh-kill pile, which consisted of only a frog and a fairly old, scrawny squirrel, looking disappointed. A few warriors milled around the warrior den, but other than that the camp was near empty. Everyone else was on patrol.

Sighing, Lionstar trotted over to Ashenpelt, dropping the mouse beside her front paws. "Here. Feed your kit." She glanced up, looking fairly surprised, and gave him a small, grateful smile as she sat up.

"Thank you, Lionstar. Snakekit, come here!" The small she-cat glanced up, eyes instantly locking on the mouse as she scampered over. Lionstar smiled faintly, watching the kit dig into the prey, before he turned and headed for his den. He settled down outside it in a rare patch of sunlight, letting his eyes slide closed and listening to the sounds of his Clan around him. There had to be something he could do.

THE PLAYER

Name/Alias: My name's Abyss, but I'll also go by Silent and any variation of the two.
Age: Yer face.
Timezone: Central.
Experience: I've been roleplaying roughly nine or ten years now, total, and I usually consider myself an intermediate to advanced roleplayer.
Other: I am the admin of this site, and you will respect me or suffer. x3