Lionmask Windclan leaderDONE

[~Nighthunter~]

NAME! Lionmask
AGE! 42 moons
RANK! Windclan Leader
GENDER! Male
CLAN! Windclan
SHORT DESC.! A muscular golden tabby tom with bushy medium length fur and fierce green eyes

FULL DESCRIPTION!

Full desc. here.Lionmask pic 1Lionmask pic 2

Lionmask is a thick furred golden tabby with long hair. His fur bunches up particularly around his neck and it gives the impression of a mane which is where his prefix comes from. His face is almost always in a cold hardened expression, though smiles have been known to stray on its form every now and again. For a windclanner Lionpaw grew really large, but even in his bulk he still has a long frame and strong limber legs like a Windclan cat. His pelt reseambles his mothers, who was a long haired cat like a thunderclanner is known to be, though she was full blooded windclanner, and his father who was a lithe but built tortie tom cat also from Windclan. His pelt does narrow some in his mid section, so he seems more built then poofy, and it gives him a more muscular look overall. Being trained by assassin aided to his thick cords of muscle, and makes him have a dangerous atmosphere to him. Don't let his look fool you though, he can be a kitten at heart with loved ones. His green orbs mask his emotions for the most part, but his bulk makes others often not look at his eyes.
PERSONALITY!

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~Dare to look me in the eye~
He is very territorial and will often look deep into another cat's eyes to read what they intend aggressive act or not. For the most part you can tell his mood by the sharpness of his gaze, and its not something most should strive to become ensnared in.
~ Conniving enough to trick the wind~
The reason Assassin liked training him so much, was because of his cunning quick mind. He was very cold when he needed to be in his lessons, grasping that some things needed to be doing in life no matter what.
~Stubborn as a lion~
He tries not to take no for and answer, and has a hard time dealing with something not being done. Being self sufficient while under mentorship he was used to making his own luck, and it not used to slow progression. His patience is a flaw in diplomatic cases. For hunting he has gotten better at the waiting game. This also makes him a pathetic female courter since he is very bad at figuring out if he is liked since he doesn't always have the patience to find out.
~Blunt and strict~
Lionmask believes in punishing those that do wrong. He was never allowed to get away with anything because of his ever present mother ready to dish it out, so he has not developed a tolerance for such things. He is not the type to hold back, and diplomacy is not his strong point, he can't be very subtle in speaking. Its not often he will apologize though.
~Once he was a big ole softie~
From his kitten years he was cunning and tough, but a cute cuddly soul at heart. His life shaped the hardened shield that he used as his mask to hide behind. Lionmask was the type that would always try his hardest to win praise and admiration, but actually hated the spotlight. He was not ambitious in the sense that he even wanted to lead. His love of fighting was because he enjoyed the adrenaline of battle and the trade off of skills to see who was better, not for bloodshed. He always pictured himself settling down and enjoying life with a nice she cat and having kits of his own someday. He still dotes on his mother, who is now living as an elder having had a hard life, she is under his care now. Her crabby wisdom keeps his heart young, and free.

HISTORY!

Mother : Falconclaw - alive
Father: Ficklestar :unkown
Siblings: Gustpaw, Turmoilpaw, - unknown
Mentor - assassin - unknown
Uncle - Blackblizzrd
Aunt - Orangeflash

~Kitten~
Lionmask was born as Lionkit to his mother Falconclaw, and father Ficklestar. He had two brothers, Gustpaw and Turmoilpaw. Each one of them had very different personalities, Lionpaw was an instigator yet very cunning, and Gustpaw was the content mediator of the three while Turmoilpaw was considered a jumpy cat in the best of times, though he wasn't always like that know one knew how he became that way. They spent there kittenhood under the sharp and strict gaze of there mother, whom barely left there sides for more then a second. She was very grouchy to other cats and very motherly towards them, with protection her first instinct. Ficklestar, though very happy about his kits was not as around as often, but the three didn't seem to mind since they were the leader's kit. They knew he was troubled and busy, but at the time they had yet to learn just how troubled he really was. At the time Ficklestar still had all nine lives, and Soliderclaw was the Windclan deputy. At the time Lionpaw was only concerned with gaining strength and he was happily oblivious to the clans problems.
~Apprentice~
It was a grand shinning day when he was made an apprentice. See Lionpkit was particularily pesky to one warrior, a black tom with amber eyes named Assassin. This warrior was very skilled and crafty and Lionkit looked up to him, it helped that Assassin was Ficklestar's best friend and apprentice. His mother did not approve, since Assassin once a rouge, had been away from the clan and had traveled alone, but he became his mentor anyway. Much to Assassin's grief at being charged with a leader's kit, he was also proud to be given the chance to prove himself worthy in Ficklestar's eyes. Lionpaw was in for a surprise, because Assassin was trained in arts different from just the warrior ways, and was teaching Lionpaw the same skills. He learned better stealth and was a great fighter. His hunting skills were strong, as well but paled next to his battle techniques. However Assassin never trained others in this way and in fact Lionpaw was his only apprentice. He made him swear to never teach another the training unless the cat was deemed worthy, and Lionpaw formed his own code of ethics to how much he would use his skills. During this time Ficklestar lost 3 lives, and then broke up with Falconclaw, who was devastated and never stopped loving Ficklestar, but she could see he had changed. The leader seemed to have something harboring his thoughts, and was frequently seen talking to himself mumbling. Ficklestar was by no means a terrible leader though, he was plagued by an inner torment that was undescribable, but he was a very noble and heroic warrior and leader of Windclan. One that the clan looked up to and supported for generations without any doubt in his leadership skills. Even in his complex moments he was still trying to do what was best for the clan. Assassin and Falconclaw grew close, though it was unexpected at first. Eventually Lionpaw got to meet his uncle and aunt who had left the clan through banishment, eventhough his uncle was innocent. His aunt was too but followed Blackblizzard to exhile in order to remain his mate. Blackblizzard was aware of his brother Ficklestar's sickness. Which was proabably for the best considering Ficklestar only showed that part of himself to Blackblizzard.
~Warrior~
He received his warrior name of Lionmask once he was 14 moons, his assessment taking longer due to tensions in the clan. Starclan was starting to provide fewer assistance, and there was a terrible infliction of greencough. His brother had also gone missing much to his mother's dread. She was a broken spirit after the disappearance of two of her boys. They could both very well be alive and in Windclan but none can say. Lionmask was not abandoned nor smothered by her, but was cared for with strength and dedication like before, his father was involved in his son's training progress after this, so Lionmask took to watching his father as Assassin said that he was acting like his old self again, and it was nice to get to learn from his father. They both sought to figure out the problem with his father, but that never got as far as they wanted. The moons went by and they were hard for Windclan, Fickle had started another battle against Thunderclan, who happened to be the strongest of the clans at the time, there warriors superior in number to Windclans. Lionmask and the clan fought well, but after the battle Assassin went missing. Lionmask was given Mudpaw to train. He was overjoyed of course at being given the chance to train the tom, and worked diligently, it also helped that Mudpaw was a kind and caring apprentice, and was easy and eager to handle. He grew into a fine warrior at 12 moons, and Lionmask was very proud of him. His father looked on with pride in this as well, and he imagine Assassin would be too.
~Deputy~
Soliderclaw was a deputy that the whereabouts of were unknown to Lionmask, he just vanished one day. The next deputy was Lionmask, and he was very shocked that his father would name him for the job. Sure he wasn't a kitten anymore but there were other experienced warriors older than him. Still he accepted and was able to help the clan more as a result because he could watch his father more closely since he seemed to be getting weaker. He grew to know the preasure that soliderclaw must have felt and that Blackblizzard had known from having to watch both the clan and the leader. The burden was great but what baffled him most was the absence of Starclan. Were they not worthy of saving? He would pray to them frequently to end the greencough epidemic that had killed many in the clan. Ficklestar vanished one night, and no one knows why or how. The medicine cat tried to break up a fight against clan cats, but was caught in the cross fire and died as well of a poorly placed paw strike.
~Leader~
It was a harsh reality to him, when the ancestors denied meeting him at the moonstone. They would not grant him powers, nor lives nor even appear to him, and his stomach grew with nervous tension. The cave has been crushed by rocks and the passage was hidden. It seemed he was not alone, for Riptalon, Fridgedscorn, Icestorm,all retained there warrior names, and did not receive nine lives either. There successors Wolfstrike, Hailstorm and such remained the same, so the affliction was not just in Windclan, which made him feel better. Windclan grew better than before, but it was hard to try and fix what his ancestors ignored. Now he leads strongly, and will not let the clan fall back into chaos if he can help it. He chose Rabbitstep as his deputy, eventhough without lives he was no better than a warrior himself.

RP EXAMPLE!
This post is from my site and its recent, Ragged is my Shadowclan kitty. Might make him here too.

Raggedtooth

Broad mud caked paws sunk in and out of the ground, leaving reminders of the dark tabby's passing from one patch of earth to the next. His body heaving through the muck, each step a complicated maneuver to avoid injury. Good training in itself to be sure, but this was only one thing he hoped his apprentice would pay attention to. Ratpaw had promise, and his ambitious nature was something that Raggedtooth was more then aware of. It was something he was still mulling over himself actually. Should he try and train it out of him to a point, or direct it more so to speak, so that the hairless tom could better harness his talents. As a senior warrior, he was trusted to provide a solid and well balanced mentoring, and surely the young tom would not be disappointed in his acquired skills once he was done. The question was how much to teach him, Raggedtooth was a battle and season hardened warrior, and had lots of experience to share if he wished.

Checking the pace they were making, he decided they were going just a bit slower then he would have liked. Turning his large head, he peered back over his ruffled striped shoulders and called out to his apprentice before snapping his head back around." The pace needs to pick up." Deadly sharp and thick claws slide out of there confines, and tunneled through the mud, making it part faster giving him more speed, and a better footing, so as not to slide. Sliding was a known danger while running in the muck, and injuries were very easy to manage to get while trying to avoid sliding let alone actually slipping. He was driving a hard pace, and the smaller apprentice would not have as easy a time in the mud as the senior warrior, both because of strength and skill. Raggedtooth knew that he was pushing his apprentice, in fact he had been since the day that he started his training. It was to make sure that Ratpaw survived, and it was his way of caring for the tom. He quite liked him in fact, though he had such large ego that Raggedtooth was reluctant to show it. He would not prevent his apprentice from showing off, it wasn't his fault if the other apprentices were not as skilled as his own. Still he needed to teach him about humility, a trait that was often thought of as a weakness, but Raggedtooth believed it to be a strength.

They were headed towards the monster road. His apprentice had never seen one before, and he was curious as to how he would react to it. Raggedtooth smiled fondly at remembering how he had stood his ground against the rumbling black thoughtless beast. Though they were not to be messed with either, deadly enemies, foes that not cat could fight for to touch them while they roamed almost always lead to injuries of serious nature, if not death. They would have some training while there as well as the lesson he had planned. He hoped that the mungrels, the dogs that sometimes came about here gone. Twitching his ears up higher to hear, he couldn't make out any barking or sign that they were, so he had chosen a good day. With it only being himself, he was very reluctant to bring his apprentice into danger that he couldn't beat. Ratpaw needed to learn more moves before he trusted him with any serious fighting.

Nearing the monster he slowed down and surveyed the area. Bending to take in the scents of the thunder path, and listening for danger. His fur was standing slightly on end because of his alertness, but it only aided to influence the spiky fluff that already adorned his frame. Satisfied that they were alone for the moment, he grunted and turned his haunches, sat down near the tar covered surface. " Tell me what you can hear Ratpaw. This place may look uninteresting and smell putrid, but there is much to be discovered from a watchful warrior." Blinking he waited to see what his apprentice would come up with. Knowing the hairless tom, he would not answer unless he had thought out the question thoroughly and believed his response flawless. The trick for Raggedtooth would be to reward, and then challenge him again so that he would learn that there was never a flawless answer.

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