[Name]

Echokit
Echopaw
Echopool
Echostar

[Gender]

Tom

[Age]

60 moons

[Clan]

Eagleclan

[Rank]

Leader

[Notes]

Kaitos feels sick now.

[Other Notes]

Echostar owns 8 lives at the moment.
Echostar speaks with an Irish accent.
Echostar's song can be found H E R E.

[Appearance]

Ah now, we get into dear Echostar's Design. His pelt, of medium haired variety, is made of spots and stripes. Tabby is he. His pelt leans more toward a dark visage, and has a mixture of gray and black hairs that give him an almost...blue look. All in what your eyes see when your watch his colors. Echo’s stripes are barely seen around his flanks and belly, almost invisible in his blue-ish gray fur. Very dark, black stripes grace his tail and his neck and shoulders. They look more like rosettes than stripes and spots, but they pass. No need to be any different than the other tabbies about. He has white whiskers and a white 'beard and mustache' looking design around his muzzle. But more on that later. His fur is thick, warm in winter, cool in summer. Always clean and smooth unless he's been swimming, hunting, training, fighting, or any time he doesn't have to look perfectly neat. This thick fur makes him look bigger than he is.

That leads me to his Form. Strong and sturdy, he stands tall. His pelt hides his muscles, and if he were a complete short hair, his pelt would ripple as he moves. As it stands, he is a peculiarly tall tom. Standing above his fellow felines by a short 3-quarter inch, but it is enough. He has a long, thickly furred tail. He has long, muscular legs, measuring most of his massive height. Large paws finish out these limbs. Large, firm flanks and jutting shoulder muscles are seen even through his fur. Large ears, spread wide on his skull, are perfect for listening for prey and for danger. His body is surprisingly round. His head the only appearance of this. Being of Russian Blue and Irish Fold decent, he holds these characteristics. He has a round, but pronounced jaw line, strong and bold. Large, pink nose is rather dominant on his face, and black 'eyebrows' rise over his large eyes. Rounded, large jowls are another item. They make his nose even more pronounced but only add to his grace and regal appearance. Almost aristocratic.

Ah, and so we get to his Others. His eyes are a gleaming gray-green. Sometimes seen as blue when he is feeling a particular emotion, Echo finds this appealing to his views on the world. He holds a deep scar over his left flank, deep mahogany in color where it didn't heal completely, it is hidden by his deep fur and he does not feel the need to show it off. Its presence tells him of his accomplishments and his past. On his face, as before mentioned, is white. His jowls are ivory, as is his chin and neck. It fads into his grayish coat swiftly and doesn't pass his mid-chest. He has a crooked blaze over his nose. It leans slightly to the right eye and the tip 'slashes' through the right eye. It is shaped more like a curved talon, but he just flicks his tail at this. He does not need anything else to make him stand out.

[Personality]

Ah, now, I hope you have found Echostar to be a modest, strong creature. Only half right. He is strong and brave, for sure; he would risk his life for his clan and those he loved. Like any good cat he wouldn't think twice about who came first. He is a wicked fighter, not liking the flood of battle, but revealing in the freedom of keeping his clan safe. He is a brilliant thinker when it comes down to it; loving to solve puzzles, find how things work, why they work. Questions, questions, questions. He loves them. Any curious cats can come for answers, but they may leave with more questions. Never come for advice, he can come up with many, many different directions that can leave a cat's brain spinning. He has a wide mind, easily accepting strange feats. He doesn't need proof, he just needs a hint and off he goes to find a way to figure out how it works. One thing he doesn't mess with, though, is Starclan or the gods of other cats. He's decided that he believes deeply in Starclan, and so, why shouldn't other cats be able to believe, as they will?

He is a cocky fellow, a show off when in the mood, as he usually is. But he never lets his giant ego or his pride get in the way of the safety of his clan. He loves bets and dares, but will not accept one that is off kilter. He doesn't believe in random attacks or wars, and the thrill of battle is something he himself ignores. He is kind to some, harsh to others. He gives a personality stronger to those who need that feeling. He isn't prone to jealousy and those who are, well, he feels great disgust for them. He is, overall, a cat of many faces. He is a jovial fellow when he feels his clan is doing well, a somber one when something terrible in the clan. During these bad times, he is a strong person and shows grief alone. These sessions of weakness, as he calls them, are not to be shared with the clan. Though his rough voice and snappish behavior usual tell other's he's upset.

Now, with all these good things, don't go getting it into your head he's a good kitty just yet. He is a tom let's not forget. He doesn't handle rebellion very well; rouges and exiles will meet the wrath of his claws. He doesn't like cat's that whine. He is fine with the weak or the small, but those who don't try to better themselves will not get any pity. He has little fear of death, little fear of the other clans. Echostar is a proud leader. He has no fear of his clan loosing ground to any other clan. He shall rule the lands he always has. If anything, his lands will get bigger. But, he wont go after it. He has no reason to. He is quite happy letting the other clans alone. He doesn’t like his leadership challenged but he likes comments and suggestions for the clan, when put nicely.

Some other information I haven’t mentioned. Echostar likes going into the medicine cat den to learn with the apprentice. Always learning. He likes to have an apprentice himself. He loves to play with the kits and wanders the Nursery frequently. His favorite food is finch and water vole. His favorite color is blue and when he finds anything like it, he drags it back to his den. His sleeping place is littered with Two-leg blue things, dried flowers, etc. All blue. He has a fetish for swimming, and doesn't usually bother with cleaning. He is an active creature, always moving. But when Echo sleeps, Echo sleeps. He can sleep for hours at a time and forces himself awake at dawn for the good of his clan. He loves the early morning sunlight, another reason for rising early, the twilight, and the nights of the finger nail moon and can be seen at all times watching Silverpelt and talking silently with Starclan. They are times of peace for him.

[History]

He began life simply...
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He was born in Eagleclan, one of the largest in a litter of four, that is, his siblings: Minnowkit, Leokit, and Forestkit. Born to a normal warrior she-cat, a tortoise shell named Jemfeather, and the deputy, Kestrelwing, they were cared for greatly. Echoekit remained the biggest through kithood, always one for wrestling and pouncing. At about 3 moons he encouraged Leokit to sneak out of camp with him to follow their father Kestelwing. They, as many kits before them, were caught, and, though Leokit had gone with him, Echokit got into trouble and was banned from outside for a while. Taught him. Never one for confinement, he constantly snuck out to roll around the middle of camp with his fellows and, soon enough, Jemfeather gave up. Ah, but that doesn't mean she let him run wild. He was taught discipline and learned it well. He was a spunky kit, prone to prances, and ones his father and the leader did not approve of. And his endless questions had him always in the way when mentors were in camp. And so, he was quite ready when he became an apprentice.

His name became Echopaw, as all apprentices' names end. He was a joyful learner, asking questions beyond his years and wanted to know more and more and more and more until his mentor, Hiddenleaf, just laughed and shook his head if it didn't deal directly with the lesson. How could the senior warrior understand the topic shift from The Warrior Code, to Starclan, to war, back to Starclan and then to the belief of other cats everywhere? It got confusing. Now, Echopaw was far from the best apprentice there was, he was just the most dedicated, more inclined to chase and go looking for Hiddenleaf for training than most. He also grew fast, becoming strong and gulping down his share of fresh kill. Outweighing his mentor during the final stages of his apprenticeship, he still found it hard to beat the wily ways of his teacher for his exam. But he did. And thus, Echopaw, became Echopool.

Only a few days after his warriorship and his proud introduction into the full role, his father died. The medicine cat could find no reason for Kestrelwing's death and Echopool mourned long for his Da. He hadn't been to close, but the old white tom always provided encouragement. After his father's death, Echopool put more effort into his clan's welfare than many his age. He kept up always trusted when in a fight, bringing in his fair share of prey and helping out here he could, not happy, but willing to do apprentice jobs. During his 3rd year as a warrior, on a thunderous night, a kit wandered out of camp. The young creature by the name of Kindredkit. When the deputy set up a search patrol for the missing kit, Echopool raced off on his own, setting out for the clan borders. As he moved toward White River he heard the mewling. There was Kindredkit, lying in the mud. He dashed across the space, grabbing the kit and carting him home, no worse for wear. Echopool himself got in trouble for not staying in camp, but he was adored by Kindredkit and when the kit became an apprentice, guess who got him.

And so, he trained the small ball of gray fur, teaching the tailless apprentice how to fight and defend himself. But sadly, the youngster never made it to his 9th moon. During a hunting patrol, a fox couple attacked the group and Kindredpaw lost his life though Echopool tried his hardest to defend his apprentice. And thus, he received his scar. As he stood over the body of the deputy and Kindredpaw, the fox grabbed him, it's mate dead, but its need to kill the whole patrol still in it. Beaten down as it was, the red canine was no match for an enraged warrior and Echopool took him down with ease. When he returned to camp, dragging the bodies of the two felines, the clan was appalled. As the medicine cat looked over his wounds, the leader was thinking of a new deputy. And who else, but the one who had survived the fight and grieved for it. And so, Echopool took his position of deputy.

He turned out to be a loyal and strong deputy, he kept his head high through his grief of the loss of his apprentice and served his clan well. When the leader became sick and almost lost his last life, he retired to the elder den and that left Echopool to take over at the age of 48 moons. When he became Echostar, he almost immediate lost his first life. Taken from him on the way back from Moonbeam, he was walking with the medicine cat back to camp when a Two-leg and his dog raced up. Ordering the other cat to hide he tried leading the four legged menace away and died trying, the Two-leg taking the dog away before his body became too mangled. When he returned he remained strong, and has since, leading his clans as best as he can.

[Role-play Sample]

The wind whistled shrilly, the trees flicking about the stony lands. Dusty blue ears flicked at the sound, eyes slid open slowly to watch the setting sun. He needed peace, he needed quiet to think. Think of everything. Old times. The current times. Worry about food for new leaf. All of the worries. But not know, not right at that moment. Let the cares of tomorrow wait till this day was through. He needed that to be so.

He flicked his long brush of a tall and he raised his head to stare at Silverpelt. He blinked curiously, long claws digging into the smooth rock he sat on and then climbed to his paws a meow from behind him. "Coming Foresteyes, coming," he meowed quietly back, sitting down again; relieved it was just his sister. He looked back at the setting sun and watched it slide behind the trees and then below the horizon. At another meow from the she-cat he sighed and leaped down. Time to think about the worries of tomorrow. Today was through.