Luststar : WinterClan

[Fallen Cloudz]

Name: Luststar
Moons: 45
Picture:

sobi.org/photos/Cat/Sicily/AgrientoCat_008.jpg [But larger and with a chipped ear]

Gender: Tom
Rank: Leader
Description:

Luststar was an ugly cat. It was obvious, and he knew it himself. He didn’t care. His mangy, light brown pelt was dappled with dark brown, and sometimes even black. Jet black fur swiveled around his eyes, as if a mask, and drew down to his nose. But there it wasn’t fur; it was skin. From his nose to the mid-point of his muzzle were the remains of an owl attack. The outer layer skin had been torn off, and no fur had grown back. Battle scars line his flank and shoulder, and he even has a bit of his ear torn out. His tail has lost many hairs, as well. His eyes are an ugly off-green-yellow color, and they are filled with the hatred of anything. His whiskers are possibly the only thing with worth on his face. They aren’t transparent, like most whiskers, but are a snow white color.
He was hardly stealthy, unless he had to be. He usually stumbles around, as if he was drunk, but could squash a stray kit with no need. His body was built for power; not speed, but if he tries he can become as fast as any cat. Though his feet are somewhat small, considering his bone mass, his claws are larger then normal. They are also sharper, but that could be contributed to the fact that he sharpens his claws on his victims’ bones.

Personality:

Luststar could not have a worse personality. He was evil on unheard of levels – he would kill a kit if it stood in his way. He has no appreciation for any clan cat, and only cares about himself. Actually, no. He doesn’t even care for himself; he could care less if he died, as long as he had someone just as evil to take over after him. That’s probably the only reason he doesn’t kill kits. Usually.
The vicious cat hates most everything, but has a few things he hates most.
1. Loststar. The cat was too… liked. He deserved to die.
2. Birds. They chirped and chirped, annoying the living hell out of Luststar, until he wanted every single bird he heard to be killed. It was an order.
3. StarClan. Always sticking their noses into everything…
There is one last thing Luststar hates most of all. His father. That dirty piece of fox dung ruined his life.
He may walk like a drunk, but he is cunning. He knew when and how to catch the clan off guard before attacking, and how many he needed to get away with it. His hatred drives his mind.

History:

Luststar was born a loner; his mother was a clan cat by the name of Rosethorn, and his father a rogue by the name of Pride. They had met only twice, but they worked quickly. Lust was born in a litter of three; Lust, Envy, and Avarice. Lust was the only male in the litter, but his father -- who wanted all males -- seemed to despise him the most. Lust never understood why, and actually openly asked his father about his hatred.
"I hate everything about you; why should I love you? You are pathetic; a weak mousebrain with the viciousness of a fly. I should've killed you when I had the chance." Pride had growled, before leaving. He was never seen again.
Their mother's manged body was found three days later, and Lust knew exactly who had killed her. He decided to become what his father wanted; a horrible, evil cat. And so he did. He worked, long and hard, trying to become the worst cat he could, when he came upon the clans. He watched a gathering; saw Loststar, and instantly decided. He would show his father; and he would show him by killing a cat and taking over as many clans as possible.

Role Playing Example:

Blood. Lust. Both were wondrous things, but the best was bloodlust. The feeling of wanting to rip someone to shreds… to hear them cry out in pain… yes, it was all too rich. No moonlight shimmered down into the den. The den being an oak tree with a large hollowed area at its base. Clouds covered the entire sky, and this was good. To some people, at least. A large cat sat inside the den, staring at the camp. His ears flicked as sound waves crashed into them; the sound of birds. How he hated birds. It didn’t matter, though. One of his warriors knew how he hated those danged creatures; they would kill it for him. Sure enough, the chirping noise quickly ended and yowls of arguments filled the air. How idiotic… The cat thought, annoyed, they’re fighting over a bird. I hope whoever eats it dies of food poisoning.
His thoughts weren’t bad. At least, not in his point of view. He had said, let alone thought, worse. And he had done worse. His claws flexed angrily, and his unsheathed claws dug up dirt. His thoughts flashed to the old leader. Loststar. That cat deserved to die, and Lust deserved to be leader! And now he was. Luststar, he was called now. He despised the ‘star’ at the end; it reminded him too much of that weak, Loststar. But, if he was to be called that to be leader, he could get over it.
He remembered the cat. He remembered his brave – annoying, but brave – words before he was killed. But mostly, the tom remembered the blood. Blood! The thought made Luststar purr with enjoyment. How he loved blood. Some could call him crazy for this – but what did it matter? He could just kill them, and get to see more of what he loved. He flexed his muscles, remembering what it felt like to pounce on that foolish leader; relishing the memories of digging his claws into his neck…
Oh, how that day had been wondrous! Switching his gaze to the sky again, he noticed the clouds were shrinking away, and the stars and moon were beginning to shine through. Foxdung, Luststar cursed silently, why must “StarClan” go around getting in everyone’s business? He almost spat, but instead twisted his mouth into a prideful smile. ‘StarClan’ would see. They would fear him by the time he was done, if they didn’t already. Everyone would fear him – and he would rule the lands with an iron claw!

Codeword: Kai

[Kaitou]

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