Howlingstar || Tom || TC || Leader Nov 18, 2012 21:58:23 GMT -5
Post by Howlingstar on Nov 18, 2012 21:58:23 GMT -5
LEADER OF THUNDERCLAN
THE BASICSStray! Stray!
In the cold breeze that I walk alone
The memories of generation burn within me~ Stray, Steve Conte
NAME,His name is HOWLINGSTAR.
GENDER,Howlingstar is a MALE character.
AGE,Howlingstar is FORTY-NINE moons old.
POSITION,Howlingstar is a LEADER of THUNDERCLAN.
SHORT DESCRIPTION,Howlingstar is a VERY LARGE MEDIUM FURRED BROWN SHADED TOM with GOLDEN eyes and THREE METAL BANDS ON HIS RIGHT FORELEG.
SPE ||Let's start with sizes. Howlingstar will most likely be very easily recognizable in a crowd for his size. For one, he is not just big and tall, he is freakishly big and tall. While he is very muscular, he is also characterized by his lean hindquarters, long legs, and massive chest. Taking the average tom in perspective, about a foot tall, Howlingstar is nearly twice that size. Just about everything about him is super-sized: his head, his paws, his legs, his body. Despite the massive size measurements for his body, his snout is actually narrow in shape, contrasting greatly with his large head, angled by the fur on his cheeks. His ears, unlike what you'd expect on most large cats, are very large triangular shapes, giving him almost a fox-shaped head combined with his narrow snout and pointed cheek fluff. He has a long, majestic tail which reaches in length a few inches past the length of his hind legs. Although he has very long legs to support his height in proportion to his size, most of the muscle is packed into his chest, while the second most muscular parts of his body are his forelegs, neck and thighs. These characteristics give Howlingstar a powerful appearance, while keeping a noble image, and creating a powerful representation of Thunderclan.
Now we'll discuss textures and colors, because my muse is running low again and these will be short. Howling
windstar (Gotta get used to calling him Howlingstar xD) has a very thick coat which keeps him warm during leafbare, yet doesn't bother him much in greenleaf. While the undercoat is noticeably soft, he has a protective outer coat of stronger hairs, coarser along the back of his neck and spine, and softer everywhere else. Generally, the texture of his fur is very wolf-like, and is convenient for life in the wild. Howlingstar's fur is all around a soft brownish tan color with lighter shades around his eyes, muzzle, cheeks, inner ears, chest, belly, and a bit underneath his tail.
One final thing to note is one of the most important things to tell you about Howlingstar. Having been raised as a kit in a cruel twoleg nest, he has his proof of his past life as a kittypet: three metal bands jammed onto his right foreleg onto his wrist. They were meant to be women's jewelry, not for cats. At the time they were put on him, he was almost full grown. But even before he was full grown, he was unable to get them off, until eventually he could not get them even to budge. He has worn them since, and if you were to break them and take an X-ray of his leg, you would see that his bones even have grown and adapted to the presence of the rings. There would be deep indents in the bone as well as obvious signs of tissue and blood vessel damage. Despite all of this, Howlingstar has learned to live with this, and accept it that he can never completely forget his past and his origins.
THE TRAITSBeen forever since I cried the pain of sorrow
I live and die, the pride my people gave me
I'm here standing on the edge...
And staring up at where a new moon should be
No regret 'cuz I've got nothing to lose!
So I'm going to live my life as I choose!
Until I fall...~ Stray, Steve Conte
PERSONALITY,Howlingstar tends to take on the reputation of being an honorable, gentle giant. Like most warriors, he has his share of pride as a warrior, deputy, and finally leader of Thunderclan, but what characterizes him most is his great sense of justice and many virtues.
Shizuka has reached her limit and will go into lazy mode and copy/paste Howl's old paragraph from his old bio in the old site. I'VE FAILED YOU ALL I'M SORRY I'll make up for it in the History section!! Dx
While naturally proud, he sometimes has a hard time handling the stress of worrying about what others think of him. He worries a lot about others’ opinions, possibly too much, so he overworks himself when trying to become an honorable warrior, as if trying to prove that even though he used to be a kitty-pet, he is now an honorable warrior. In other words, he always feels that he needs to prove himself. Howlingwind is tough and fierce. He hates Twolegs. He also hates being called a kittypet. He believes he has completely abandoned the life of a kittypet without regret. He has found clan life to be much more suitable to himself. He believes that he was born for the life of fighting to protect his clan. Howlingwind wants to prove himself for his clan so that they will respect him and he can protect his Clan. He wants to become an honorable warrior, following the code and fighting bravely alongside his clan-mates.
- fighting for his clan
- sharing tongues
- failure/failing Thunderclan
- overworks himself
THE HISTORYI'm here standing on the edge...
And staring up at where a new moon should be~ Stray, Steve Conte
- MOTHER: Clarice - sleek, muscular abyssinian mix she-cat with amber eyes.
- FATHER: Wolf - very large muscular brown maine coon mix tom with brown eyes and a short tail.
- SIBLING(S): Stripey - sleek brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
Cookie - chestnut brown tabby she-cat with brown eyes and very dark stripes.
Watermelon - chubby brown tom with amber eyes and a short tail.
- MATE: Pumpkinflower - beautiful tortoiseshell tabby she-cat with odd-blue eyes and a patch of white on her chest.
- KIT(S): Emberpaw - large muscular fluffy ginger-and-white tabby tom with golden eyes.
HISTORY,And so it Begins...
You probably know by now that Howlingstar was a former kittypet. His mother's name was Clarice, and he, his two brothers and one sister were named Brownie, Stripey, Watermelon, and Cookie by the family's 5 year old daughter. He never knew his father, who was known by the name of Wolf for his great size and lupine features which Howlingstar himself inherited. His mother was very kind and gentle and loving to her kits, even though this litter was more or less an accident, and the four kits' fates would be decided by the newspaper ads in the pets section.
Howlingstar was 0 moons old. The season was Leaf-bare.
He was adopted at a very young age as a kit to his twoleg owners, however his owners had evil twoleg kits that loved to torture him and beat him, bringing him to have a serious hatred for his twolegs. While at first he was allowed to go outside occasionally, where he would immediately head into the forest to go hunting, it was one day that he decided to play outside after dark that got him in trouble with his twolegs, and he was not allowed to go outside anymore. When he was about five moons old, he received his three metal bands upon his already-larger-than-normal right foreleg. He was kind of used to the twolegs torturing him by tying him up in their pelts(dress up), so at first he just ignored them. If he tried to take them off right away, his twolegs would beat him, and of course jam the rings on tighter next time. Maybe they would try tugging on the rings until they were higher up on his leg where his limb was thicker, something he would not find pleasant, as his twolegs were not gentle in the least.
Howlingstar was 6 moons old at this time. The season was Green-Leaf.
However, the days went by, and the twolegs didn't take the rings off. Howlingstar, known by the kittypet name of "Brownie" then, for his brown fur, just so happened to be going through a growth spurt, and before he knew it, the rings wouldn't come off anymore. His twolegs thought it was the most amazing thing they had ever done to the poor tom. He was lucky his twolegs were so cheap. Why pay money just to have your cat fixed? Howlingstar used the litterbox and couldn't care less about spraying, and he usually didn't have much to yowl enthusiastically about, since half the time he would be found crouching upon his cat tree, glaring and hissing at his twolegs when they got too close. He began to remember the days when he would run about freely through the forest. Those were the best days of his life at that time, so why was he here, hissing and growling at his twolegs which hurt him? The only thing he wanted was to be free. He was having a harder time moving around; the metal rings frequently caused his paw terrible pain, and it hurt to even walk. But that would not keep Howlingstar from giving up. The twolegs underestimated him, thought it amusing how the rings made him limp with every step. They stood in the doorway, pointing at him, laughing at him, and were prepared, baseball bat in hand when he launched himself at them. But he wasn't going to attack them. To the twolegs' surprise, he ran right by them, outside, and was gone from that place called Hell forever.
Howlingstar was 8 moons. The season was Leaf-Fall
Of course the first place Howlingstar went to was the forest visible from the fence post of his old twoleg nest. From there, he kept running, deeper into the forest. The joy at simply being free, finally, was too great to comprehend, and he could probably have been heard yowling ecstatically for a mile in all directions. So when he [almost] stumbled into the Thunderclan camp, howling his head off, he got his apprentice name: Howlingpaw. He was very lucky he was running slow enough to stop before he tumbled into the Stone Hollow. The entire clan was more shocked by the strange scene of the sight of the big young tom who could be heard from a mile away. Of course a six month old tom was no threat to the clans, and Howlingstar was met with several odd stares, which he returned with just as much surprise. Howlingstar ironically was a very curious young tom back then, and wanted nothing more than to know everything about the Clans. Naturally, Thunderclan was very hesitant at even the thought of letting a kittypet on their territory, but more than any other clan, the argument always came up: Firestar had been a kittypet. There were several counter-arguments, like that there were no prophecies about Howlingstar, and that Howlingstar was obviously crippled, and could be more of a hindrance to the clan than an asset. Somehow, though, it was decided that Howlingstar could be given a chance to prove his worth.
He was able to overcome his disability with his strength in spirit as well as in body. But even as Firestar had it, Howlingstar got his fair share of hardships from his own clanmates for his past, and it wasn't any help that, unlike Firestar, he still had the marks of a kittypet in the form of the shackles on his foot. His paw still gave him pain, and in time, his right dewclaw became completely useless, the nerves destroyed, all blood supply cut off, and the tissue suffocated. But that was the worst of his physical troubles with the metal rings, for that claw served as a cushioning, sparing the rest of his digits from the same fate, and eventually he was given back nearly full usage of his right paw, of course except forhis dew claw. This did set him back in his hunting abilities; hunting with only one dew claw was harder than you could imagine. It was like trying to catch something with only one thumb; have you ever tried that? He made up for this, however, with his remarkable natural talent in battle.
Although it never really went anywhere, Howlingstar did at some point try to make his rings seem more like a blessing than shackles that bound him to his fate as a kittypet forever by showing, and proving, how he could use them to knock cats clean out with a single blow to the head. The odd style of fighting was only seen as another weird way of the kittypet. "Then why don't we all go around putting animal fangs in kittypet collars to give us neck protection!?" Was a counter argument by one of his clan mates, and the whole clan joined in a good, long laugh. Howlingstar hadn't found it as funny. There was, however, one cute young she-cat in the clan who always managed to catch his eye. It was none other than Whitesplash, who at the time was still a kit, but was expected to become an apprentice by the next moon. Howlingstar had only just joined Thunderclan when Whitesplash, Whitekit at the time, was born. Many of the elders, senior warriors, deputy and leader were concerned about really going through with this all and allowing Howlingstar to graduate as a warrior, for they had originally decided to train him out of curiosity, not only for the Firestar legend, but because of what an odd cat he was.
But his skills as a fighter couldn't be denied, and Howlingstar eventually became a warrior. His faith in Starclan could not possibly be broken, especially after speaking to Starclan at the Moonpool with his mentor, a rough old brown tabby and white tom with blue eyes named Talloak. Talloak was a tough mentor, only accepting Howlingstar's every best effort in everything, but a good warrior at heart, never taking pity on Howlingstar when the others picked on him, but supporting him all the way. After Howlingstar's warrior ceremony, Talloak retired to the elder's den with pride for his last apprentice. Only a few weeks after Howlingstar became a warrior, earning his name, "Howlingwind", another she-cat, Pumpkinflower, Pumpkinkit at the time, was born.
Howlingstar was 14 moons at this time. The season was New-Leaf.
Howlingstar participated and aided Thunderclan in many battles, proving his loyalty and worth several times over again. He still continued to be attacked for his kittypet origins, as well as for the rings that still clasped tight as ever to his foot. If you were to look a little closer, you would notice that his right dew claw is noticeably smaller than the left one, having died early in his life. The extra tissue cushioned the rings against his leg, and allowed for restricted growth of the rest of his paw. His mentor was a very honorable cat, and had taught him many great virtues. Howlingstar was devastated when the following leaf-bare, his mentor lost his life to greencough. He vowed he would never forget his mentors last words, directed at him, to never, ever lose sight of what he knew in his heart was justice, and to always trust in Starclan, even when all seemed lost. Those words have gotten him through the worst of times imaginable.
Howlingstar was 20 moons at this time. [This is where Howlingstar's story IC in Fade Away begins]
Howlingstar found that one of the things that most fascinated him was kits. Every birth in Thunderclan brought his gentle warrior's heart to tears of joy, especially when he saw the kits for the first time, and understood the significance of miracles like these. Howlingstar had discovered his love for kits even back when Whitekit, now Whitepaw, soon to become a warrior, was born. Because of that, he has always had a very soft, tender spot for kits and apprentices, and has has the joy of mentoring many apprentices. Howlingstar's first apprentice ever as a warrior was the beautiful young tortoiseshell tabby she-cat, Pumpkinflower, then known as Pumpkinpaw. Even by then, Howlingstar met with disapproval wherever he turned about his kittypet origins. Some could argue that it was even worse now that he was a warrior. Several warriors, senior warriors, elders, apprentices, and cats from other clans felt that he should not have been allowed to become a warrior of Thunderclan. The only friend he really had at the time was Pumpkinflower and Whitesplash. The two young she-cats never ever discriminated or considered his past life as a kittypet. They were of the very few cats who treated him for who he was.
Although Pumpkinflower was his apprentice, he knew in his heart that it was Pumpkinflower to saved him from darkness, for at some point, the stress was so great, Howlingstar had even considered leaving for everyone's sake. Pumpkinflower became his best friend. but when he began to have feelings for the young apprentice, the drama only got worse, for it was terribly looked down upon to take an apprentice as a mate. Howlingstar was an emotional mess. When he managed to show the leader what an honorable warrior he was, and received the privilege to go to the Gathering, he broke down to a Windclan warrior's cruel taunts and dishonored himself and his clan. Howlingstar had never felt so alone. It was only worse that he and Pumpkinflower had just gotten into a fight the day before. As much as it really, really hurt, he knew that the best thing to do was to man it out and encourage Pupmkinflower to find happiness with a handsome white tom her age named Yangheart, also a non-clan-born cat: a former rogue.
Howlingstar was 26 moons at this time.
It seemed like that was how everyone's happily ever after would turn out. Pumpkinflower and Yangheart eventually became warriors, and Howlingstar couldn't possibly be more proud of his first apprentice. Everyone was happy, except for Howlingstar. He was broken and defeated. Pumpkinflower didn't need him anymore; she had Yangheart. The deputy hated his guts and thought he was not even worthy to be friends with Pupmkinflower anymore. The leader was indifferent. Almost every other warrior and apprentice in the clan was disappointed in him. Honorable warrior? It certainly didn't describe him now. Right now, the best thing for him and everyone else would be to leave the clans alone for good. Those were the words coursing through his mind those days. He expected never to get another apprentice again. Whitesplash was busy all the time with her own apprentice. It really had gotten this bad.
Howlingstar was seriously getting ready to say his goodbyes, expecting to hear only "Good riddance!" as his farewells. But if this was how the story ended, you'd all know I was lying, for here he is now. In fact, the very morning Howlingstar was walking outside the camp entrance, Whitesplash came up to him and invited him to go with her and her apprentice on the dawn patrol. Speechless with surprise, he took up her offer. And that was the beginning of his best days with Whitesplash. She had saved him from himself. And before he knew it, he realized he had again allowed himself to fall in love. The two got along as well as the closest frolicking kits. He found no one could cheer him up like Whitesplash. Even when he let himself feel down and begin to think about all his sorrows, it just so happened to be that the pretty white and brown splotched female would appear and cheer him right back up again. Even when the rest of the clan would continue to taunt him and make fun of him, Whitesplash always seemed to surprise her clan with her kindness toward the pitiful former kittypet. He really didn't understand why she was so kind to him, of all toms in the clan.There were plenty of other handsome, honorable toms in the clan, but whenever the choice seemed to come up, the beautiful she-cat would always trot cheerfully up to Howlingstar's side.
Howlingstar was 30 moons old at this time.
Things really never stayed wonderful for long. Never in all the elders' greatest memories has a time been known without tragedy. Pumpkinflower's mate, Yangheart was killed in an accident. It broke Howlingstar's heart to see Pumpkinflower so crushed by the blow of the tragedy, and it was only Whitesplash's support that kept him from being consumed by his own guilt for being unable to cheer his old apprentice no matter how hard he tried. The only thing he was more afraid of was earning Pumpkinflower's anger towards him in her anguish, but he felt even more frustrated when his words had no effect, and he had to tell himself that the best thing he could do for her was to leave her be, and trust her to be strong like he mentored her up to be. Even if that's what he, and the other members of the clan told him to do, he still worried for her. This would be another tragedy to add up to her already-long list of tragedies. He felt guilty for ever thinking that his was a pitiful case at all. To have been born into a loving, promising family, and having it taken away from you before you can comprehend it, and then losing your last chance for happiness...he could hardly imagine it, but he honestly didn't want to, and his worry for Pumpkinflower only increased.
Howlingstar was 36 moons at this time. [This is where Howlingstar's story in TSN begins]
Time seemed to pass quickly. Thunderclan's leader died, and the deputy was banned from becoming leader for having kits with a Riverclan cat, and so a tiger-striped tabby she-cat known as Tigerstar stepped forward, and was accepted by Starclan with welcome paws as leader of Thunderclan. Howlingstar and Tigerstar got along better than most, and they fought alongside each other much more often than naught in battles, coming to trust each other in that respect. Tigerstar was also one of the cats that supported him when he was down, for she had once for a while been suspected of having a kittypet father, however their relationship was more out of respect than any other. By this time, several of the older cats that used to disapprove of Howlingstar's acceptance into the clan and graduation to warrior status had either died, or retired to the elder's den and gotten over their hatred. So when the critical time came for Tigerstar to choose a deputy, few cats objected when she chose Howlingstar for deputy.
Humble, he was extremely grateful to Tigerstar. In fact, this was a huge turning point in his life, for being chosen as deputy and being accepted by his clan as deputy seemed to finally decree that he was a true Thunderclan cat, an honorable warrior, and one to be acknowledged for his valiant deeds as a warrior. Howlingstar would never let Tigerstar forget how grateful he was to her for trusting him as her deputy. Honored, he certainly was. Howlingstar took his new job seriously, and soon enough, he was a pro at it. He had an exceptional mind at picking out balanced patrols, and was a great aid to Tigerstar when discussing battle plans, and pulling them all through in their time of need. Together with Tigerstar and Kestrelclaw, Howlingstar fought off the Windclan invadors who came to try and steal prey, signalling the first of the events known to Thunderclan of the great famine in Windclan.
Howlingstar was 42 moons at this time.
Although it was plain as day that Howlingstar and Whitesplash were friendly enough to be mates, they had both shyly stayed off the subject whenever it came up. This could most likely be due to Howlingstar's tendency to take the utmost caution towards anything related to his own personal feelings. He simply never ever wanted to have an emotional break down like he had done before. He had definitely matured, however he was still cautious and careful. He had come a long way to have all the blessings he had now; he had way too much to lose at risk. Howlingstar did eventually man up one day that he was taking a catnap and awoke to find him and Whitesplash alone in the forest. The timing was perfect, and he told the ever forgiving, never judging she-cat exactly how he felt for her. He knew he was taking a huge risk, but he was a fool for even worrying that Whitesplash might reject him. Maybe he had finally found true happiness that would last. Was it really safe to say he had finally found love?
After that, it was hardly even a moon before Whitesplash announced that she was expecting Howlingstar's kits, and Howlingstar thought he would explode with joy. As soon as his duties were over, the anxious deputy would always go straight to the nursery to check on Whitesplash, even weeks before she was expected to begin kitting. The season was New-leaf, the perfect time of the year for the greatest likelihood of a healthy litter. For Howlingstar, life couldn't possibly be happier. He had found a mate who truly loved him for who he was, and now he was going to be a father to the beautiful she-cat's kits. Even though sometimes it felt like the longest wait ever, it was also the shortest wait, for each day brought closer the greatest blessing Howlingstar could ever ask for. Whitesplash had three kits: A fluffy ginger and white tabby tom, and two calico she-cats, one as fluffy as the tom, and the other much smaller than her littermates. The happy parents named their kits together. The tom was Emberkit, the fluffy calico she-cat was Brightkit, and the small calico she-cat was Mousekit. Howlingstar knew that the only thing more wonderful in life than kits and acceptance was family.
Fate can't stay wonderful and nice forever. Mousekit, the "runt" of the litter, was physically weak and unhealthy. The first tragedy in Howlingstar's new family struck when the kit was found not breathing one morning, less than a week after the birth. It was a devastating blow to the entire family, and to the Clan who cheered on the couple from the sidelines. Unlike the times before when Howlingstar would take some time to mourn for himself, this time, he had a familly to support, and had to force himself to move on if not for his own dignity, but for his family that needed him most. Howlingstar seemed to see this as another reason to work extra hard. He sent patrols out, and went on the patrols too. He worked himself ragged sometimes even, going on patrols every day, and visiting the nursery to see his new family even when he was half asleep and should probably have headed straight for the warrior's den. Eventually, Emberkit and Brightkit were apprenticed to their mentors, Echofire and Pumpkinflower.
But Cruel Fate wasn't done playing with Howlingstar's family life yet. Leaf-fall had just barely begun when Whitesplash and Brightpaw caught greencough. It was so sudden, and the two were losing strength every day. Howlingstar could hardly believe what was happening to his mate and daughter; the reality of it all was crueler than anything that he could remember. He tried everything he could to save them, but in what seemed like overnight, Whitesplash and Brightpaw took their last breaths and went to be in Starclan. He had finally found love, and now his love had been stolen away from him. The only living family member Howlingstar had left then was his quiet son, Emberpaw. Howlingstar vowed to raise his son up to be a good, honorable warrior.
The father and son supported each other through this tough time, and boy was it tough.This had to be, by far, the worse loss. Even worse so was that neither would allow themselves to mourn for the sake of the clan and each other. Like every other tradegy before, this event changed Howlingwind, but what worried him was how much of an effect it had on Emberpaw. The young tom had always been quiet, shy and polite. Howlingwind wondered what his son's hidden feelings were many times. Howlingstar sought to take on the burden for what remained of his family for the sake of his son and his clan. His efforts were not in vain, as Emberpaw looked up to his father very affectionately. Howlingstar however had conceded to live on with his grief.
The situation was similar with Pumpkinflower, who also was living with the loss of a loved one, but what the two didn't do that they should have, was talk to each other about it even once. Conversations with his old best friend were few, and lacking in any emotion. Howlingstar feared for their friendship more than anything now, but he was hesitant about approaching her about it, knowing that he could not make the same mistake again like before that led to the disaster of ruining hers and his honor, and as a deputy, he knew better than to take risks when he had way too much to lose. One day, when he was taking a walk with his son, Emberpaw, he happened to meet Pumpkinflower talking with Cloudfeather from Windclan across the border.
Only recently had Windclan attacked Thunderclan for the piece of moors on Thunderclan's side of the stream, and lost to Thunderclan, so Howlingwind was pleased to hear that Windclan was faring well, and appeared to have no more need to fight for territory. He hadn't realized how badly he and Pumpkinflower had come to understand each other until before he knew it, he was being accused of scolding Pumpkinflower for suspecting friendship between her and Cloudfeather. Indeed, he knew that it wasn't common for most warriors to be so friendly with outsiders, but he also knew and liked that Pumpkinflower was that way to everyone; it was her kind and caring heart that he had mentored that he would never become a stranger to. But the strong feelings of rejection without any provocation left him confused and helpless.
They say that even in the time of greatest pain, however, courage will get you through, and make you stronger. Like the final battle before the golden age, that final conflict made both cats realize what was happening. Howlingstar had gone out one early, rainy dawn, when Pumpkinflower joined him. They were alone, and before the two knew it, they were spilling out everything about how they felt. Howlingstar was overjoyed that their friendship was being mended stronger than before. Then they realized that they were more a like than any other two cats. They had both lost a loved one, and desperately needed more than anything to be loved by someone, and it was at that time that Howlingstar remembered the true feelings he had always held for the beautiful tortoiseshell tabby she-cat, his best friend and favorite cat in the whole world.
Maybe he had finally found his own happily ever after. Maybe they had both finally found their own happily ever after. Howlingstar realized that all along, the one true friend he had was right beside him. The two came together closer than ever before.
While his personal issues were now solved, the status of the clans was far from solved. Thunderclan and Shadowclan were about to go to war due to a misunderstanding. Warriors, apprentices, deputies and medicine cats from both clans had been discovered dead on the border. Little did the angry clans, seeking vengeance for their clanmates,, know that the true blame fell upon a small group of violent rogues that wished to destroy the clans for their territories. In the first battle against Shadowclan, Tigerstar lost two lives. Almost immediately, the medicine cat of Thunderclan received a desperate warning from Starclan that their enemy could not be found in the shadows, but cloaked in light. This obviously meant that Shadowclan was not to blame, but now, Shadowclan's medicine cat having received a similar message, the two clans turned their blame to Windclan. They were desperate. Someone, or another had murdered their clanmates, and they wanted revenge. A rare occurance then happened. Tigerstar agreed with Whirlstar, the leader of Shadowclan then, to ally themselves up against Windclan.
The clans were desperate for a scapegoat, and another war raged through the territories as Thunderclan and Shadowclan attacked Windclan and Riverclan on Thunderclan's territory. Truth be told, Windclan had also discovered one day, both of its medicine cats murdered, as well as the death of a few of its warriors and apprentices. Having been unable to blame Riverclan for it, Windclan and Riverclan aimed their hatred toward the northern territories.(North vs. South Lake Territory Wars!! xD) Some elders say it was the darkest time the clan had ever known. Nothing ever had come close to this scale of a war, and over false accusations, Starclan had never been more worried about the fate of the clans since the war with the Dark Forest.
During the course of the great war, all of the leaders lost many lives, leaving Tigerstar down to just one. Whirlstar of Shadowclan lost his last life. Many warriors were lost in the war, and Howlingstar was extremely grateful to Starclan more than ever that they had spared his family the fates of the other warriors. After the war, it was a huge blow to the clans' morals to discover from their medicine cats that the entire war was meaningless. The four clans then began working together to find the true culprets. Eventually, the search mission brought results, and the eight white rogue cats, their white pelts being the source of Starclan's message of "an enemy cloaked in white", were captured and brought to justice.
In the end, Tigerstar lost her last life at the still-young age of thirty-eight moons, and Howlingstar found himself with the future of Thunderclan from here on out in his paws.
No regret 'cuz I've got nothing to lose!
So I'm going to live my life as I choose!
Until I fall...~ Stray, Steve Conte
OOC NAME,You can call me SHIZUKA.
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EXPERIANCE,I have been roleplaying for TWO years.
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Howlingwind purred and closed his eyes blissfully, then gazed over again at Pumpkinflower. "And I must thank you for always being here for me, you know. I'll always continue to be there for you whenever you need me." He purred. He knew that they both had always been there for each other, and because of that, he was certain that Pumpkinflower was a cat he held as dear to him as his kits, Emberpaw and Brightpaw. They had both lost their first mates, and now had only each other to support.
He breathed deeply, gazing off at the rising sun thoughtfully at Pumpkinflower's suggestion. Pumpkinflower was his best friend, a she-cat whom he cared for more than just a very good friend. Whenever he had ever felt down, or lonely, Pumpkinflower had always been there for him, and whenever Pumpkinflower had been feeling sad or alone, he was always sure to be there for her in any way that he could. "...I think so too." He meowed softly. "I think they would want us to be happy, and not be sad anymore. And it could only be you..." He meowed, his voice growing stronger with confidence. "You've always been here for me. You're the only one that can make me feel at peace." His voice grew soft again as the words became more tender, yet flowing with honesty.
"I will continue to always love you, Pumpkinflower, and if you'd take a tom like me, then I will protect you forever, and make you happy too!" Howlingwind looked at Pumpkinflower, his amber eyes shining, reflecting the rays of the rising sun, his proposal clear even in the patter of the rain that was beginning to fade away.