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BotS | Galestar | Sleetclan Leader

Published: Jul 30, 2013

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_{[Edit 7/25/16] Tweaked his history and personality, and updated with new art!}

_{[General information]

[Name] Galekit | Galepaw | Galeheart | Galestar
[Age] 49 Moons [4 Cycles & 1 Moon)
[Gender] Male
[Clan] Stoneclan Sleetclan
[Rank] Medicine Cat Leader
[Breed] 30% British Shorthair, 40% Turkish Angora, 25% Asian Semi-longhair, 5% Other

[Apprentice] N/A
[Appearance]
A light gray, long-furred tom with random brown and orange splotches and odd, almost un-natural bi-colored eyes.

[Family background]

[Parents]

Mother | Shiningfur | Starclan
Father | Gullsnap | Dark Forest

[Siblings]

Brother | Gillthroat | Unknown
Brother | Cracktooth | Unknown

[Kits]

Impossible (infertile)

[Mate]

Open

Sexuality Unsure
Looking For Not Exactly Looking
Preferences None

[Grandparents]

mother's side
Grandmother | xxx | Starclan
Grandfather | xxx | Starclan

father's side
Grandmother | xxx | Starclan
Grandfather | xxx | Starclan

[Other Close Relations / Relatives]

Mentor (past life) | Goldwhisker | Starclan
Mentor (current life) | Dawnbreath | Starclan
Apprentice | None | xxx

[Personality]

Smart | Friendly | Quick Thinker | Spiteful | Insecure/Inconfident | Lonely/Quiet

Smart
Galestar has learned from past experiences that you can't be an idiot if you're to survive. He often likes to think things through, and many cats refer to him as one of the smartest cats in the clan. Of course, he doesn't think that way, and always denies it. Galestar likes to assess a situation before reacting if possible, and will always be careful when something doesn't seem right. Along with his worldly knowledge, Galestar also is very observant of nature patterns, and is somewhat of a weathercat to his clanmates.

Friendly
Galestar is hardly bitter towards any cat, as long as they haven't majorly wronged him. This tom will always be seen spouting a smile, or at least he'll try. He may not be one to initiate a conversation, but he'll always bare a comforting smile, and even in silence, which he usually always is, he is easy for any cat to quickly warm up to. Galestar will simply listen to others, and offer a reassuring nudge.

Quick Thinker
Galeheart is a very fast thinker and reactor when the moment calls. He'll jump into danger even, if he can save a life, and somehow always manages to pull through. He understands that sometimes, he doesn't have time to overthink.

Spiteful
Galestar is smart, yes, and tends to think about his decisions. He is friendly, of course! But since he was a young kit, he's always tended to make some decisions out of spite. Cats who have wronged him might not be physically assaulted, but Galestar finds no problem with doing anything and everything that will push them to their wits end.

Insecure / Inconfident
Due to his father, and the abuse both emotionally and physically, Galestar has become extremely insecure. He'll always deny a compliment, whether it be on his looks or his skills. Though Galestar was in fact a genius when it came to healing, he still wasn't very confident. And now as a leader, he still is insecure of his hunting, fighting, and leading skills. Even if he did act as a sort of leader figure to his apprentice and his brothers. He'll sometimes over think things. He's very nervous with the thought of leading a clan.

Lonely / Quiet
Galestar is a cat of few words, and few friends. He may make friends easily enough, but is rarely given the chance, and so often sits on his own, musing in his thoughts. He's been such a loner through his life, that for some time, it was assumed that he'd forgotten how to speak. Which he somewhat has. His speech is slow, as if he has to think over every word carefully, as if he doesn't know his own language. When he does speak, it's hardly above a whisper.

[History]

Before Birth

Gullsnap, the son of a rouge, was a huge tom cat, an almost pure British Shorthair, with some other breeds thrown in to make him nearly twice the size of a normal warrior. He was a light colored white, with gray markings that gave him the appearance of an oceanic avian, with a huge, menacing scar from the back of his neck, down his spine to the tip of his tail. This scar was a symbol of his violent nature.
It was terribly ironic when the large tom cat fell for the petite, peace loving she-cat known as Shiningfur. Her diluted white-and-calico pelt and blue eyes captivated Gullsnap. Somehow, he managed to woo the she-cat, and the two became mates. Despite their love, most cats began to think the two were simply friends, as they never became intimate.

Gullsnap always shared his dream of having strong young children someday. 3 strong, young toms to take up his legacy when he was gone. Gullsnap and Shiningfur would chatter away about having kits, but had never even considered committing to it. It took the couple 3 years before they finally took a night away from their tribe mates and tried, for the first time, to conceive some kittens.
And a moon later, the clan learned that Shiningfur was finally expecting her mate's kits.

Kithood

Shiningfur bore 3 little tom kits to Gullsnap on a stormy night. There was Crack-kit, the first born, as well as born at the sound of a thunder's crackle, for his name. White like his mother, but instead of calico markings, had several dark colored spots down his back. Then, there was Gillkit, the smallest gray-furred kit, named for the three dark thin stripes that stood out against his white coat, on his neck, which resembled gills.

Lastly, there was Galekit, the youngest, named for the harsh, stormy wind that blew outside as the kits were birthed. It was a huge surprise the moment the young kit opened his eyes. They were a beautiful bi-colored hue. But what confused the couple, was the strange array of colors. They had heard of cats with two-colored eyes, but none with such a pair, gold and green.
As they studied the kit further, they noticed that his right eye had an off-white-red color, and soon, they realized it was considerably blood-shot. Although the cats could not figure out how it all worked, one of Starclan's mysteries, the blood had discolored his once-blue eye, and turned it a rich gold. Despite his off appearance, the family accepted the young kitten.

Gullsnap immediately took a liking to Galekit. Galekit took a huge liking to his father as well, but was always upset when he was yelled at for not playing hard enough with his brothers. Gullsnap would often push Galekit to attack his brother's ferociously, and do the same with the others after Galekit had fought. Sometimes, the kits would return to the nursery from "play fighting" with scratches.

One day, Galekit took a terrible beating from his brothers and was sent to the healer's den. The healer at the time, Goldwhisker, became incredibly worried for the young kit. The elderly cat tended to his wounds immediately, making a huge fuss. Galekit took a liking to how kind the she-cat was, and the strange scented stuff she rubbed on his scarred shoulders. So much, that he decided to 'get hurt' again, and visit her. And, oh, he did get hurt. Time and time again. And his father was angry at him of all cats! Given, Galekit hadn't been giving his best....but it was out of spite.

This continued for the rest of his kithood. His father suspected nothing, simply feeling that all his sons were doing well if they had to return for herbs so often, and that Galekit was just a late bloomer. It was unknown to him, though, that Galekit was learning about herbs, not being treated. Meanwhile, Galekit had asked Goldwhisker is he could train under her.

Apprenticeship

Gullsnap watched proudly as his young kittens were assigned some of the most powerful warriors in the clans. But horror seemed to glaze over his expression when Galekit was called up to be apprenticed by Goldwhisker, a medicine cat.

Gullsnap interrupted the ceremony, lunging forward and yanking his kit away from Goldwhisker, eyes flaring. "Is this some kind of mistake, a stupid joke?! Being a Medicine Cat is a she-cat's job! My son is worthy of much more. He is strong, why do you insult my family by apprenticing him under this cat?!"

Galepaw let out an impatient snort, and shoved passed the massive tom who was his father. "Dad, I wish to be a healer. I do not like fighting." He meowed his voice a hushed whisper, but certain. Despite his obviously shaking paws, the young kit padded to stand next to Goldwhisker, crouching next to her. "I will be what I like. Unlike you, Goldwhisker will accept me for what and who I am."

Gullsnap's eyes grew wide, an with a disappointed screech of anger, fled from the clearing. The cats sat silently for a few moments, then turned to continue the ceremony.

After the ceremony, Gullsnap completely ignored his son. He would glare daggers at him, and insult him, but Galepaw would ignore his father best he could. It broke him, though. Knowing that now, his father absolutely hated him. Sure, Galepaw had his sibling's and mother's support, but Gullsnap wouldn't allow them contact. So Galepaw became like a ghost to his family, hardly managing a tailflick to them without his father stepping in and stopping it.

Aside from his father's hatred, for the majority of his apprenticeship, Galepaw did exceptionally well. He learned the herbs, though was always scared he'd mess up. Goldwhisker claimed him brilliant, that there was nothing to worry about. But with the help of his father's insults, Galepaw became less and less confident in his abilities. Day by day, Galepaw watched his siblings from afar and despite his choices to spite his father, he almost regretted not being a warrior.

His mentor claimed his abilities were amazing! But Galepaw knew he could do better. He wasn't destined to be a medicine cat. At night, he would sneak from his den and stalk prey, pretend he was a warrior. Sometimes, he would beg another apprentice to come with him to find herbs, and they would end up in a mock scuffle. Galepaw was good at fighting. It was fun! Even if he wasn't being trained by a real mentor, he was learning. Maybe...maybe Goldwhisker wouldn't mind if he left her. She was old, sure, but she had enough time to train another apprentice.

Galepaw never got the chance to speak up, though, as Goldwhisker passed away from her old age, only a moon after Galeheart's full naming ceremony.

Medicine Cat

Now, a full healer with no mentor, and at only 2 years old, Galeheart was completely alone. His brothers were now full warriors. Now that they were stronger and older, they could overpower their father. Galeheart envied them, but now he couldn't back out. But...he was happy.

Galeheart finally had his brothers back. Cracktooth (givin the name for a funny looking, cracked canine tooth), Gillthroat, and Galeheart began to relive their kithood. They went out on walks, and Galeheart's two brothers often helped him collect herbs. But they always saw a shadow slinking around, following them. Their father. This made Galeheart uneasy, and as time pushed on, Galeheart asked if his brothers would help him train. It had been moons since he'd gotten to train in fighting, and rolling around with his brothers, despite their confusion, made his heart rush.

One day, Gullsnap went to visit his son, and it seemed that he was making a peace offering. Had Galeheart's training been for naught, he wondered? Well, it had been an excuse in the first place...

Galeheart sat in his den. His paws worked furiously as he took stock of all the herbs he had collected yesterday after a scuffle with Cracktooth. "Yarrow, Juniper Berries...need more catmint..." He muttered to himself. He was interrupted by the sound of pawsteps outside the herb storage, and padded out. To his horror, he came face to face with his father. "Gullsnap, what are you doing in here? Are you… hurt?" He asked, trying to sound indifferent, his words slow and careful, as if he didn't know his own language.

Gullsnap dropped a rabbit before his son, and met his gaze. "I...I tried to eat, but...well, I saw your brothers come out of here, and uhm..." The tom seemed to stumble over his words. "Look, me...me reacting like I have been, it's not right. This guilt's been eating me and...What I'm trying to say is that...I'm sorry." He finally finished. "I know it's not much...but, I thought maybe if I shared my kill with you, we could try and start recovering?" He offered.

Galeheart looked up at his father, scanning his face. He didn't look very sorry, but then again, did this tom EVER express emotions? The light gray tom nodded to his father, smiling lightly. "It's… a start, father. Thank you." He murmured. Gullsnap nodded, and turned to leave. Galeheart didn't notice the dark grin that spread across his father's face, as he'd already bent down to examine the rabbit.

It already had a bite taken out of it, but he assumed that was from his father's earlier attempt to eat. His stomach then gave a growl, and Galeheart submitted and took a bite. Suddenly, horror struck him as he noticed tiny, red lumps. Red lumps that weren't blood. The tom scraped them from the rabbit's insides, and gave an inward wail. Death berries!

Galeheart began scrabbling to his paws, trying to fight his way to his storage to grab his yarrow, but his body was already shutting down. The tom fell on his side, breathing heavily and painfully. Pawsteps could be heard from the entrance, and Galeheart heard the sound of Gillthroat's voice. "Hey, Galeheart, I was wondering if you had anything for--- GREAT STARCLAN!" He gasped, eyes wide with terror as he dashed to his brother's side. "Galeheart, what happened?!"

Galeheart's throat gurgled as he forced words out. "Gullsnap gave...rabbit! Death berr... g-get ya-arrow!" He choked. Gillthroat was gone within seconds, into the herb storage. Galeheart was lucky his brother had learnt the basic herbs from their expeditions out into the forest to collect them.

More shuffling came from the entrance, and Galeheart could make out Cracktooth's voice as he gasped and dashed forward to his brother. Gillthroat reappeared, and spit out the yarrow, quickly chewing it up to put down Galeheart's throat. Cracktooth turned to Gillthroat, eyes wide. "Whath's wrong?" He asked, the lisp from his cracked tooth making him sound funny. Before Gillthroat could explain, more shuffling sounded, and Gullsnap stepped into the den.

"What are you idiots doing?! Get away from him, let him die! Without some stupid Medicine Cat holding us back with peace and love and Starclan, we could rule all of the clans!" He snarled, leaping forward for Galeheart's throat.

Gillthroat turned to Cracktooth. "He poisoned our brother! Stop him!" He begged, before spitting some of the yarrow into Galeheart's mouth, and rubbing his throat to make the half-conscious medicine cat swallow. Cracktooth let out a screech, and lunged at Gullsnap, hooking his claws deeply in the older tom's throat. Within seconds, his claws tore away, and Gullsnap lay dead on the ground.

Galeheart mimicked his father, though, and before he could wretch much of his poisoned meal up, he'd died.

A Second Chance

When Galeheart woke up next to a cherry tree, he wasn't sure what to do. When a cat stepped out of the bushes to greet him, he was confused even more so. He couldn't believe the words that left the cat's mouth until he was introduced to the clan he was supposedly now part of, Sleetclan. More specifically, until the clan's medicine cat had stepped forward to greet him. Galeheart immediately clung to the cat, feeling a bond similar to that he'd felt with...some cat he couldn't place the name of.

Galeheart could preform warrior duties to an extent, but his hunting was sub-par at best, and his fighting was that of an apprentice's. It was apparent enough to the clan cats after only a little less than a moon. Galeheart was eventually pulled aside by his leader and asked about his previous life, to which he was given the response that Galeheart didn't remember a thing. His medicine cat was the first to come up with an idea, and she led Galeheart into her den. Galeheart felt a tug of something when he entered the den, and his medicine cat began quietly piling herbs up in front of him. She told Galeheart to go down the line of herbs and see how he felt, and so Galeheart moved down the row, touching his nose to each herb in turn. He'd paused at an herb apparently called Yarrow, when his head began to pound, but he still had not much more reaction.

As he leaned down towards a red berry, his medicine cat suddenly spoke up, "Careful, that one's deadly. We call it deathberry" She'd said. Galeheart nosed the berry tenderly. And suddenly everything came rushing back. Galeheart relayed his past life in a fury of words, probably the most words he'd ever spoken in his life, both this and past. He recoiled from the berry and the herbs. He didn't want this back, not if it meant a repeat of his last life. But the medicine cat convinced him he needent worry, it wouldn't happen again.

Galeheart was made medicine cat apprentice, though his mentor regarded him as a full medicine cat despite all things. It was good that Galeheart had once more found his calling. But after his very, very short-term 'mentor' passed away only a moon later, Galeheart began to feel off. To fill that weird gap in his heart, he took on a clanborn apprentice. The two got along well. But Galeheart found he had some tug to leave camp after any herb study session with his apprentice.

His leader, Wolfstar, saw this, and after about a moon of it, called him out on his spacey behavior in private. Galeheart denied this at first - he was not slacking, he was training his apprentice fine. And Wolfstar agreed. However, they said, Galeheart looked wistful, he looked jealous when he stared at the warriors. And so Galeheart was taken out for some sort of test of which he didn't understand. These 'tests' lasted for days, weeks, and soon, moons.

It was 3 moons later that Sleetlcan's deputy died. Galeheart stood in wait that Greystag would surely be made Sleetclan's new deputy. Despite being young, the warrior had showed much promise. But it was then that a warm breeze blew through the camp, blowing the chilly air away. And in that moment, Galeheart saw a twinkle in his leaders eyes. And like that, Galeheart was named deputy.

Shock rang through the clan. But Wolfstar silenced them, and told them that he had been training Galeheart in secret. Herbs, and medicine - it was not what this awkward cat seeked. But the life of a warrior. Perhaps it was his reluctance to work with herbs - gained from a fear he had earned in his last lifetime. Perhaps it was a lust for something new. Galeheart sat through ridicule from cats of his clan, and some shouting just the opposite. But the deed was done. He was deputy.

Galeheart was coached by his leader in following days, how to do his job, what to do. In his spare time, he trained his still-apprentice. Taking on the jobs of both deputy and medicine cat. Starclan seemed to have no complaint when the cats returned from half-moon at the Cherry-blossom tree, though they had refused to tell the other clans of the events that had happened. Cats accused Galeheart of lying, but when his apprentice stood up for him, the cats shut up, and finally took their word.

It was a complete shock when, 2 moons later, Wolfstar passed away. Outrage came up again, suspicions and confusion. How could a cat be both leader and medicine cat? They shouted insults at Galeheart, who took them in stride like he always had with his father despite the hurt in his heart. He announced that he would take his apprentice with him to get his 9 lives, and when they returned, he would be just a leader, and even though his apprentice was only 12 moons, they would be a full medicine cat.

Leader

Galeheart received his nine lives without any explanation as to what was going on. Starclan seemed to shrug off his questions, and after they had accepted his apprentice as a full medicine cat and allowed them to accompany him, his nine lives ceremony commenced. He received a life from Sleetstar, Wolfstar and Chillstar, Sleetclan's founder and two more former leaders of Sleetclan. A life from Dawnbreath, his mentor. Another life from some cat that Galeheart couldn't place, but was kind, tortoiseshell, and smelled of herbs. And then, some faces he hadn't seen in many, many ages. His old mentor was nearly transparent, as if her memory was old. Goldenwhisker, he remembered. And then there was his mother, who he didn't quite remember so well. But then, there was Gullsnap, and Cracktooth, and Galeheart felt a swell of emotions as his two brothers - the last cats he saw before his death, the cats who had tried so hard to save him. They were faded, as well. Galeheart only prayed that maybe...maybe, his brothers might join him someday in Sleetclan.

When Galestar returned with his new name and 9 lives his clanmates finally, grudgingly for some, accepted him as their leader. They celebrated his former apprentice with happier hearts, and when Galestar named his deputy, Greystag, the clan rejoiced far more jovially than they had for either of his own ceremonies. But he was fine with that, and accepted their dislike of him.

However, not all was well. Only a few moons after his ceremony, Greystag went missing. Galestar was horrified. He'd grown somewhat close to his deputy in the time he'd been around. But he forced the thoughts away. A new deputy was needed and Galestar chose Russetbrook.

[Relationships]

Family
Mate
Dead

() Unsure , Wary
() Fear
( ) Dislike / () Hate, Despise, Wish Death Upon
() Acquaintance
() Friend
() Good Friend / () Best Friend
() Attraction / Lust
() Crush / () Love
() Admire, Respect

Sleetclan

high ranks

N/A

regular ranks

Nightclan

high ranks

N/A

regular ranks

N/A

Scorchclan

high ranks

N/A

regular ranks

N/A

Non-Clan

N/A

[Roleplay sample]

Footprints scraped the earth of the den as the Sleetclan Medicine Cat sorted his herbs. His movements were swift and efficient, done with the ease he'd held however long ago in his previous lifetime. His tail twitched to the subtle melody of birdsong and meows that echoed from outside, coloring his den with something that sounded..pleasant. Stoneclan had held such...a sad existence. He was happy this was what he had now, even if he did miss Cracktooth and Gillthroat. The tom's eyes flickered towards the roof of his den, although what he was aiming his gaze at was more likely the sky; Starclan. He wondered whatever had happened to his brothers...after the accident. He'd asked once, but the skies he'd been born under were much too far away now. Galeheart clicked his tongue, and directed his gaze back to his job, and immediately he noticed an incongruity.
His eyes darted to the entrance tunnel, the leaves rattled, and his bloodshot-gold eye gave a twitch. The tom'f fur fluffed out irritably, but he smoothed it back down, and forced himself to his paws. Some cat had wandered in and taken one of his honey combs while he'd been reminiscing! He'd show them! He sure would. And he would do it in the more adult way possible.

Galeheart nuzzled into his leader's den, not really giving any warning. "Buckstar," He meowed, quietly curt in his entrance. "Some...cat took my honey..."

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