Warheart // ShadowClan Warrior (Edited, Warstar)

_Warheart

_Tom

_{28 moons}

_ShadowClan

_Warrior

_{Large black tom with neon green eyes.}

<sub>Fur:// Warstar's coat is the color of midnight. Unlike some black cats, whose fur is tinted brown. His has no traces of any color. His fur is so dark, that he easily blends into the shadows, without being detected. The length of his fur is quite short, but it still is very smooth and soft to the touch. The only flaw is a deep scar on his right shoulder that parts the fur slightly, and another on his right hind leg. He sometimes feels self concious about his scars, but also has some pride in them.

Body Structure:// Warstar is average size for a tom. His body is long and agile, with a sense of elegance. He has thick strong shoulders and heavy paws lined with razor sharp black claws. Many think he'd be clumbsy with such large paws, but it's quite the opposite. His ears are normal sized and positioned equally on his head. His nose is a shade lighter than his fur but visable. Bottom line, he is built for battle, but he can still hunt rather well, without alerting prey or enemy patrols.

Eyes:// Warstar's eyes are quite unique. They are a bright neon green, close to the color of some sort of science chemical gone wrong. Sometimes they even seem to glow and because of this stand out greatly against his raven colored fur. His eyes tend to fighten some of the kits, and make him seem intimidating. But others, mainly she-cats, think they are very interesting and even attractive.</sub>

<sub>Warstar is above all a loyal leader to his clan. He spends most of his time on patrols or hunting. He doesn't like lingering around camp and likes to be part of things. He's usually cool headed and kind, even though some of his clan mates think he is slightly intimidating. When he is in camp he likes to chat with the other warriors and even give some of the young apprentices tips. But he isn't always calm. At times he can actually have quite a temper and go off on others. When he is like this it is best to stay out of his way. He gets very passionate about things and really speaks his mind, and sometimes doesn't know when to hold his tongue. This can sometimes get him in trouble, and usually he doesn't care. Once he cools down, well, then he gets some sense in his head and in the end apoligizes.

Some say he grew up this way because of his father. He was exactly like this, but worse. His father was like a timebomb ready to explode, and died before Warstar even opened his eyes. So maybe he became the way he is because of that. Around eighty percent of the time he can contol his anger, but it really depends on the situation he is in, and if he had any food lately.

He doesn't really have many friends in the clan. He is closest to his mother, Darkpool. He feels protective over her, even though he knows she can take care of herself. He feels it's his duty to protect her, because his father is gone, and he was her only kit. Darkpool is the only one he can really talk to, about anything. Sure he can speak with other warriors about techniques and things but he can only really open himself up to his mother. As for love, he hasn't found it yet. Maybe it is because he seems intimidating, or because he has trust issues. He's had slight crushes but nothing he has acted upon.</sub>

_{Darkpool: Slim black she-cat with deep green eyes (Mother-Alive)
Silentstrike: Sturdy gray tom with amber eyes (Father-Dead)}

<sub>(This sample takes place when Warstar was still a warrior.)

The sky was growing dark, blue turning into pink, then pink into navy. A chilly breeze washed over the land of ShadowClan and everything seemed quiet and normal. A shadow moved silently through the dense bush, and after passing under the moonlight turned out to be not a shadow at all. The black tom was the color of midnight, his neon green eyes glowing in the dark. His large paws made no sound as they hit the damp ground. His muscular body moved swiftly around trees, and over logs. A plump mouse skittered past, but Warheart ignored it. He wasn't out to hunt tonight. He wasn't even sure why he was out here in the first place. He knew he should be back in camp, getting some sleep. But he was restless. His fur was standing on end, as if a battle would take place any second.

Maybe it would. He wasn't sure anymore. ThunderClan still seemed hostile towards them and he never knew if they would attack or not. A bird called nearby making him jump slightly and he hissed. Why was he so wound up tonight? It felt like something was about to happen, he could feel it deep inside his fur. It was like when a great storm was coming, looming over everything ready to strike. Every noise that reached his ears made him wonder. Could that be an enemy patrol? Or maybe a single cat was watching him, tracking him, waiting to ambush him. He growled deep in his chest, and with a huge leap stuck his claws deep into the bark of a nearby tree. He climbed up swiftly to a low hanging branch and perched there. From here he could see quite a distance around him. He felt safer. But why should he feel threatened at all? He was in his home territory, he should feel safe here no matter if he was in the camp or not. Warheart sighed closing his bright eyes. He just needed to calm down and relax before he made the return trip to camp.

A breaking twig somewhere down below made his eyes open quickly with alert. He scanned the forest below but his eyes caught nothing. The raven colored fur on his haunches began to raise, and a deep growl emmited from his chest. He dug his sharp claws into the bark and braced himself for what was to come. Suddenly he spotted it, a dark shape moving slowly. He waited until whatever it was, was directly below him. A battle cry left his throat as he flew off the branch. He landed on the shoulders of the cat below, whose fur was as black as his own. He dug his sharp claws into the soft skin of the cat below him. The cat cried in pain and after much struggle managed to throw him off. Warheart growled and rounded on whoever it was.

"D-Darkpool?" He said in surprise as he recognized his mother. What was she doing out here. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you," he said taking a step forward and rubbing his muzzle against hers. She smiled, her eyes mirroring his. "It's fine Warheart. Any cat would have done the same. I was only checking up on you. You've been gone for awhile, I was worried."

"Ah, I'm sorry. I was just out thinking. I feel like something is about to happen at any time. Do you feel the same?"

Darkpool nodded. "I think we have all been feeling this young one." she paused and tilted her head. "But we always get through these things. We have to..."</sub>