Part 1: Biography


V. Introduction
) n a m e: Hollyfeather [ star ]
) a g e: thirty six moons
) g e n d e r: female
) c l a n: FallingClan
) r a n k: leader
VI. Information
) q u i c k d e s c r i p t i o n: black she-cat with a white chest and forest green eyes
) a p p e a r a n c e: Dark slits rarely widen, taking in everything no matter the darkness. Thinner than a mouse's tail and less than half the length, the pupil can scold without word or simple expression. The thinner they are the more intimidating they seem. They hold the power to stare any cat down, competitively strong. Dark, beautiful forest green irises, playful when wanted but harsh when required. Laughing emotions, hissing out orders silently and quickly. Dangerous to challenge, remorseful to disapprove.

Confidently sure expressions, never faltering. White teeth refuse to stain from past battles, and the same with her black claws. Faded black and gray, with one or two white hairs cover her ears protectively. Black splashes upon her face, with one white streak on the back of her left ear. Coat of jet and pads of white, sleek enough not to catch dirt or grass between her claws or fur. Strong black nose rarely wrinkles in disgust with her strong stomach.

Mocking pink tongue keeps active within her mouth, no matter what she’s doing; talking, cleaning her teeth, or eating. Pelt always kept neat and clean, without caring for the weather. Few times does a sneeze escape and onto her pelt, with her flexible and quick movements to whip her neck almost all the way around with the white patch in the center whirling halfway with it. Soft fur, especially on the peppery outside and inner white of the spot on her chest, covers entire body of the thin cat.
) p e r s o n a l i t y: Competitive. She won’t allow anyone to pass over her or to tread upon her. She always has to be the first one to finish the race, to win the battle. She loves to compete somehow with random cats, if it’s by seeing who can catch three rabbits before the other or get to the top of the tree first. She isn’t ambitious, but doesn’t exactly trust other cats to lead the Clan correctly.

Fearlessly fearsome. Many cats are intimidated by her, mainly because she fears nothing. Her eyes practically scream ‘defy me and die’ whereas her expressions are soft and kind. It can be confusing, but she is a good leader for the fact that she’ll venture where no other cat will without worrying too much about what will be on the other end.

Obsessive compulsive. She loves for things to be neat. They also need to be in nice piles; for the elders’ bedding, for example, she makes sure the apprentices give them a perfectly round pile or else they’ll be stuck on elder duties for a week. Adoring nice piles, she almost always sorts the prey so that each different type of prey is in a different pile. Now she tries to hide her disorder, but she gets a little twitchy when she has that sort of problem.

Playfully sarcastic. Hollystar is careful with the way that she insults, keeping a good reputation with her attacks. They’re rarely serious, simply playful, fun, and enjoyable. Those who are laughed at usually laugh as well. Few cats actually take it personally, even though she clearly doesn’t mean it. She is witty with her remarks.

Serious. Whenever she has to be, her playful tone turns serious and she speaks about something on that matter. She knows when she needs to be and automatically switches. Sometimes she comes up with her greatest ideas when she’s serious.

Harsh. As playful as Hollystar is, she can be sharp and harsh, bitter and hateful if she needs to and makes reasonable decisions while still intimidating her foes. She only lays out the feeling on those that need, or deserve it.

Haunting. Her face is memorable and can haunt cats within their dreams of her coming after them and attacking them, though she only would do it if she honestly needed to. She doesn’t usually mean to be so, unless she wants them to be fairly warned with their future and to be careful with what they decide to do near her territory.

) f i g h t i n g s t y l e: [+] is attack
[-] is response
[_] is her counterattack ( when she is attacking )

[+] lunge at belly, any area
[-] flatten self to ground and scoot in most any direction, sometimes roll
[_] briskly turn direction and attack again

[+] lunge at neck
[-] press chin to chest, dart in any direction
[_] find different attack asap

[+] jump on back
[-] crouch, let them attack, flip in circles as quickly as possible.
[_] pause before attacking and find different attack

[+] jump on back, bite neck
[-] rear neck up before they can bite, hit chin and force them back then flip in circles
[_] see above

[+] attack at face with any paw
[-] duck in any direction, pull back
[_] leap forth

[+] attack from back
[-] thrust onto hind paws, sometimes fall over backwards
[_] duck, whip around and attack belly while they're still standing

[+] grip at limbs
[-] bring head around and bite while kicking attacked leg
[_] jump away and dart in from another angle

[+] scruff shake
[-] flip on back and jump away
[_] jump off before hitting the ground

[+] play dead
[-] jump off before they can rear up
[_] get up and lunge at stomach

[+] partners
[-] find new enemy
[_] let them go; doesn't want to make it too unfair
VII. Before the beginning
) h i s t o r y Hollykit coughed in air. Her frail body shook as she hissed. Her stupid sister! Turning her head around, she cried out as she was suddenly pushed into a rock. Head spinning, she forced herself back to her tiny paws. The tom attacking her was thrust away by her mother. Holly glared at Slipperykit, angry at her older sister for getting them in this position. Her father, Oneclaw, darted away from behind them. He snatched Barkkit by the scruff and gently but frantically tossed him to his sisters. Seakit, another tom, led his younger brother, Blackkit, to the three others. Then Oneclaw came and stood above them, his belly fur softly touching some of their ears. Holly flattened herself to the ground, not wanting her father's fur to get up her sensitive nose.

In the blink of her eyes a large she-cat knocked her father off his paws and started grappling with him. Slippery and Sea rushed toward a crevice in one of the rocks behind them. Black stumbled after, tripping over a clump of bloody grass. His chest soaked in blood, Holly helped him up and raced side by side with him. Bark was last, yowling as a warrior crushed him as soon as he got in the hole. His body lay limp at the cat's paws, but he ignored it and pushed his paw in and waved it around to try to get another kit. Holly hissed and bit his paw as hard as she could; he yowled and fled, his paw getting stuck. It took two more tries to get it out. Holly pushed her nose into her brother's pelt, feeling blood seep into her mouth. She honestly couldn't care less. "Barkkit, hold on. Please don't leave me."

She whispered, licking his three moon old fur. Her eyes glazed over as he took the pain to shake his head and repeat 'no' over and over. Holly felt his breathing stop after a few more shuddering breaths. Even though the screeches of battle still echoed outside, penetrated by a single kit's tiny mew, Holly heard absolutely nothing. Her mind had blocked out every single thought and sound save for her brother, which left her world silent and still. Her mouth was partially open in shock, eyes watery. Blackkit leaned against her, purring softly.

Reality slowly came back upon her, and her frozen muscles tensed when the earsplitting cry of a cat that had just lost their mate pushed into the hole. Holly bent her head and started dragging her dead brother out. Black helped her, followed instantly by Sea. Slippery hesitated. "Aren't you going to help? It's your own fault he's dead!" Holly snarled, dropping Barkkit from the short height. Slipperykit flinched. She scurried forward and lifted Bark's head. Holly grabbed his scruff again and they carried him out to their mother, who turned upon them with vicious eyes.

"They killed him, kits! The loners killed your father!" She cried desperately. Then her pained gaze turned to Barkkit. "And him, too. . ." Her mouth opened in pain. "Seakit, Slipperykit. Go back to camp and tell them what happened. Hollykit and Blackkit will find a place to bury our loved ones around here somewhere." The two eldest kits sprinted away, while the two youngest purred quietly to each other for comfort to find a place to bury their father and brother. Holly picked up her father's scent and her purrs halted abruptly. A tree only a few steps away was covered in his scent, with a pile of moss at it's roots. She pulled it away, and Blackkit silently began helping her. That's when another earsplitting cry shook the forest. She heard Slipperykit's name within it. Looking up on sync, Holly and Black pressed closer together and continued to pull up the moss. It looked like three cats would be resting here for the rest of eternity. Their mother came running, carrying Slipperykit. Two more Clan cats dragged Oneclaw. "Where is he to be buried, Darkheart?"

"Here." Hollykit supplied. The three elder cats got to work while Seakit appeared, dragging Barkkit. "So many deaths today. . . Why did Slipperykit have to find the fighting warriors and bring us to them, why?" Blackkit hissed. Hollykit shrugged and, trembling, purred softly to him again. He purred louder, and they curled up in the moss and fell asleep side by side with shaking fur and sad spirits.

the three cats were buried. blackkit got the mentor of his mother, as did hollykit because of lack of warriors. seakit fled and became a loner. all went well, and blackpaw became blackblaze while holly became hollyfeather. their mother, after she finished training her two apprentices, went after seakit and never returned. blackblaze tried to find her, and when hollyfeather went after him she found a badger ripping his limbs apart. she cursed the stars for it.
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Part 2: Roleplaying Prompts

[ o n e ]
A fox is found in the deep regions of FallingClan territory, which explains the scarce prey supply lately and the injuries that were caused, but were unexplainable because the victims were stricken too quickly. You send out patrols to outnumber the fox, but this is a different situation than expected. The fox’s mate enters at the last minute, sources that she is pregnant are evident. But you, thinking you’ve taken care of the situation, are in for a bigger surprise. Out of the three patrol parties you’ve sent out, five cats are badly injured and one dead. What do you do now? How do you finally settle the score?

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Hollystar snarled as she received the news. "No fox should have that amount of power within the Clan. I'm not willing to sacrifice any more lives. I'll go find him myself and bring warriors and the medicine cat with me. He won't be able to finish off, with or without his mate, seven cats when one of them has nine lives. But first, we must set a trap." Her eyes flicked over the camp. "I hate to have to do this. Instead of cleaning off his blood," she gestured at the dead tom, "we'll smear it on one of the stronger warriors. He'll pretend to be limping through the forest, yowling in pain. The fox will want to come and kill him." She turned to a group of warriors. "You six, work on getting the blood on him. After you finish, help the medicine cat get blood." She watched as they worked, then went onto the cats that remained in camp. "Hide and prepare to attack the fox in case we get ambushed." She instructed, tail flicking.

It only took a few moments. The medicine cat stood at the entrance to the camp, two of the selected warriors standing beside her with herbs stuffed in their mouths. The other four were wishing the blood-covered tom luck as he padded out of the camp. Hollystar jumped forward and led them out after a moment. They had to change their route to keep the fox from scenting them. It only took a moment for the scent to appear. Eyes turned to slits as it appeared. Claws unsheathed as the baited warrior fell; the fox lunged just as the seven cats ambushed him. The warrior got to his paws and struck it's face so hard a tooth fell out. The fox's mate appeared, two kits at it's feet. The first fox dead and only one warrior majorly wounded, two cats picked off the day-old kits and killed them. The other four took on the mother, supported a second later by the two kit-killers. Hollystar emerged, limping but okay. One warrior crawled painfully over to where the medicine cat was hiding.

Holly shook her pelt then jumped forward and pulled the crawling cat to her paws, then let her lean heavily against her. "You two, get the foxes' bodies off our territory. Don't put them on any other Clans'; go to the back of our territory and leave them there to rot. All four of them. Take one or two more warriors if you need them. Then go straight back to camp." After she got the injured she-cat to the medicine cat, she sat and glanced around at the one uninjured tom left. "See if you can help her at all." She whispered to him, flicking her tail at the stressed medicine cat. He stood and jumped over to her. Then Holly turned and began to creep among the grasses to get something to strengthen the wounded cats' legs.

[ t w o ]
The Clan’s medicine cat recent took a trip to Highstones, but warriors became suspicious when she started reciting things, and saying the Clans were doomed. Others, including you, notice that she’s stopped eating, only wanting to focus on “healing powers” of some sort. What are your feelings toward this situation? How do you confront her and reassure her even when she’s at her worst?

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Hollystar padded over to the entrance of the medicine cat's den. "Bluefire? May I come in?" she called, alarm prickling through her pelt as she heard the recited words again. Sighing, she let herself in and sat in front of the medicine cat. “Bluefire. Shh, and look at me.” With a sigh of her own, the medicine cat turned. “We’re doomed, I have to heal the forest or else we’ll all die. . .” She mewed. Holly growled, replying. “No. This is all just a fear. When you were a young kit, you had a dream. Don’t you remember? Twisters touched down to the ground, whirling around and ripping up the forest. You’ve been saying much the same lately. It’s all simply a fear. I was only a young warrior at the time, and I managed to convince you out of it. Was all of that wasted?

“Now, go out into the center of the camp and eat at least one rabbit, where everyone can see you. So they all know that it’s just a fear. Nothing happened at Highstones. You just had the same dream. It means absolutely nothing. And if you believe we are doomed, we’re not. Just accept the fact that you aren’t needed any more than FallingClan needs you. You can’t save the whole forest, because no cat—not even StarClan—has the power to. Relax, eat, and get some sleep.” Hollystar stood and followed behind Bluefire as she scooted out. Her fur was bristling as she heard her medicine cat still repeating the words. The only way to solve this was the only way she didn’t want to, but it was what had stopped this before.

“Bluefire! Shut up and stop worrying. We do not need our medicine cat to be having troubles in leafbare, or at any other season! Forget the dream. Thinking about it will not help. Next I hear you complaining, you’ll be set on normal apprentice duties for a moon, such as hunting, which you barely know how to do. Next time, I swear.” Bluefire silenced herself, grabbed a rabbit, then slowly began to eat. It turned out that she actually was hungry; she dove in and ripped it apart, then asked Hollystar if she could have more. Glancing at her thin sides—thinner than any other cats’ and the medicine cat was desperately needed, she agreed. “Feeling better? I hope you forget about the dream. You’d better.”

Part 3: The Determining Questions

Would you be an active FallingClan Leader?
Yes. I've come on pretty much every day since I joined, and I plan on keeping that way.
Are you aware of the ceremonies and all of the responsibility that it comes with, and what has helped prove this responsibility?
Yes. I've actually checked Secrets of the Clans multiple times and I've got each ceremony nearly memorized.
Are you good with new members? Are you patient or not?
I'm extremely patient, but sometimes when I'm really excited about something it shortens. Yes, I'm great with new members.
Would this position make a difference or not? Why?
To me, somewhat. But being a member on the site is good enough for me. <3
Are you an experienced roleplayer? Does this experience make you more committed or less?
Yes, I am. And not really, because I'll roleplay the same whether or not I get the spot.
Would you be able to keep everything on the site updated?
Dude. You should see me on my other sites. I would flip out if they weren't updated. xD Yes.
Besides the leader position, what other skills do you have?
I can roleplay well, I'm active, and I do a good job at taking care of things whenever needed.
How dedicated are you to being leader? What makes you want this position?
I love the site and it would be great to become a bigger contribution to it. I'd be seriously dedicated to it.
Are you confident that you have shown what it takes to become a leader?
I'm not sure I've actually shown it on the site much, but I'm positive that I'd be a good staff member / leader on Everlit.