LIGHTHEART // WINDCLAN

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Name:

Lightkit Lightpaw Lightheart Lightstar

Gender:

Male

Age:

46 moons

Clan:

Wind

Rank:

Leader

Appearance:

Lighty is more of an off-white, kind of tan tom. His fur always appears dirty, but in reality it's not. His fur is medium in length, but gets caught easily on things (which he has many bad experiences with.). He has a long and lithe body, built for speed and speed only. He is aerodynamic in every way. He doesn't consider herself the fastest cat on the plains, but he could definitely win over most. His eyes are a dark color (which the picture doesn't show.) No one can really describe them. They are fathomless and seem to be a color between a dark green and deep brown. There are flecks of gold within them, if you look close enough. they are emotionless, which is quite the reflection of the tom.

Personality:

Lighty is an extremely intelligent tom. He is observant and methodical. He thinks things out, sometimes three or four steps ahead. He is not one that things pass over easily. Rather, he hears every word a cats says to him (and to others) and listens to it. He then ponders it, and then replies accordingly. He is not one to act rashly. He is calm and hardly one to be kit-like or hyper. He does smile and laugh occasionally, but finding a cat that can make him do that is rare. He can sometimes come off as detached, but is far from that. He is simply listening and thinking. Sometimes his intelligence can come off as threatening, as he can sometimes seem to read a cat's mind. Of course, he can't. Oh, but how he would love to be able to. In other words, he would be a great chess player, if he played chess.

Lighty isn't one to do things that don't benefit him. He isn't exactly selfish, and doesn't seethe arrogance like some do. Rather, he is inwardly selfish. He just doesn't see the sense in doing things that aren't for his benefit. He doesn't understand selflessness. He understands why a cat would be that way, but can't understand why you would ever want to be. To him, it seems like selfless cats are always unhappy, giving their happiness in order to make someone else happy. No, that life isn't for Lighty. He would much rather himself be happy.

Sorry to those who are sad, if you're looking for sympathy, Lighty isn't one to go to. He isn't empathic. In fact, he hardly feels emotion. He doesn't feel love. He can feel anger and sadness and happiness, but anything else is past him. He is far from one to flatter you or flirt with you. He is not going to do something just to make you happy, especially if causes him grief. He cannot comprehend love, let alone understand and feel it. He loathes any emotion really. He believes them to be petty, useless things that get in the way of intelligence. However, he can feel. He just prefers not to.

Now, you're probably asking yourself how the heck did a cat like him become leader? Simple. He's loyal. He will die for his clan, even give up his nonexistent mate and kits if it meant his clan would survive. He is determined to see this clan thrive and be recognized. He's willing to do just about anything. And he thought the only way to make sure his clan was the best was to lead it the way he thought it needed to be lead. So he waited, and was patient, and worked his way up the ranks until he became the leader. He may not be the most well liked, but he's the logical leader and he wouldn't do anything to harm his clan.

History:

He was born to two very opposite cats. His mother was sweet, gentle, even meek, whereas his father was cruel, hot headed, and ambitious. His father wanted everyone to see how great he was, and having Silverfrost at his side was the best way to do so. If anyone could get her, then they had an accomplished something. She was known for her hatred of males. Or so it seemed to be, for she loved Dustpelt. Lighty saw it in her eyes many times. Lighty and Dust were the only males she loved. Anyway, so she loved them. Unfortunately for her, Dust wasn't exactly the most faithful. He was very impulsive, very heat-of-the-moment kind of guy. when Lighty was a kit, it wasn't always so bad. Mostly because he was oblivious to it. But as he became an apprentice, he saw the hurt in his mother's eyes when his father was talking and flirting to another, younger she-cat. For that reason, Lighty hated his father with a passion.

As soon as he turned six moons, Lighty threw himself into training. He trained and trained until he couldn't stand. He wore his own mentor out. He wanted to be able to challenge his father to battle. He wanted to kill the ungrateful piece of mouse dung. The intensity showed in his eyes when he would fight. His brown orbs would alight with a flame that almost never showed. Even as a young apprentice Lighty was methodical. He thought every move out, thinking of every possibility. He would defend himself against his opponent's petty attempts to harm him while he thought of a checkmate move. His battles would last long, but he had the stamina to keep up. However, he was not the best. He wasn't the worst, either, but there were certainly others who won just by brute strength. Hunting was a different story. There was no doubt that of his group of apprentices, he was the best hunter. His aerodynamic body let him run as fast a rabbit could hop, as long as they didn't have too much of a head start.

When he became a warrior, his mother died of greencough. His father ran off with some little apprentice from another clan, and he was left alone. He continued to train and attempt to be the best warrior around. He had no love interest, and rarely any friends. He's the antisocial type anyway. He prefers to be alone and think than to talk with stupid cats all day long. So he trained and hunted and trained and hunted. That was his life. When he was tired he slept, and when he wanted to talk to someone he did. His hard work paid off when the previous leader gave up his last life to save a kit stuck in the river and Gingerclover became Gingerstar. The she-cat was young, inexperienced, and needed an older and more logical deputy. So of course, she choose Lighty. He wasn't old, old, only 19 moons, but he was logical and thoughtful. She knew Starclan would approve, and they did.

As deputy the young tom did not let everything get to his head. Rather, he acted the same, but stayed in camp more often. Ginger liked to go off on walks alone to do god knows what, leaving him in charge of the camp alot of times. He enjoyed sending patrols and watching his clan grow and thrive like it should. But then the unexpected happened. Gingerstar got incredibly sick. So sick, it took several of her lives just to defeat it. When she was better, she was a shell of her former self. She walked around like a zombie, leaving him pretty much in charge of everything. One summer's night she called the tom into her den. She told him that she was leaving the clan to him. That she was running away, and never to return. She said to tell the clan goodbye, and she was sorry to be such a disappointment. He pleaded with her to stay, but she refused. The tom went back to his den, and he woke the next morning she was gone, and he was the new leader.

[- Leafy ღ]