shrouded in onyx shadows.

[( LOST )]

. they call me ONYXSTAR!

Name:
-- Onyxstar.
Age:
-- Twenty-five moons young.
Gender:
-- Tom.
Rank:
-- Leader.
Clan:
-- Shadowclan.

All I can say, is that this boy is still the same,
It's the man inside that's changed.

Short Appearance:
-- Tall ebony tom with liquid honey hues.
Detaile Appearance:
-- There is not odd nor insanely spectacular about this young tom. At first glance, one only sees some feline, but not the story or life he leads. To the common outsider, Onyxstar is but a rough-around-the-edges sort of tom, just some feral. The tom is not overly welcoming in appearance, but what sort of warrior is these days anyways? All the same, Onyxstar does not deal in intimidation, not in the appearance sense anyway. To put it bluntly, the tom is pure black on colour, contrast to a set of vivid amber eyes.

In delving a bit deeper, one might grow aware of the little details that may make Onyxstar who he is today. Take, for example, the tom's size. In nature, Onyxstar is not overly huge, nor is he underly small. Rather, the warrior sits happily in the middle, somewhere on that scale. Unlike some of his fellow comrades, Onyxstar is not broad in the shoulders, large in the paws, or tough in the bones. All the same, he is not blessed with the grace of daintiness. Oddly enough, Onyxstar is build to be long and slim. He's tall in the limbs, taller than most anyway. Lining such a narrow bone structure are weaves of long, lean muscles, tweaked for perfection given his size. Onyxstar is narrow in the shoulders and haunches, accompanied by a small ribcage and abdomen. What this lacks for in brute strength, is easily made up in speed and wiry reflexes. The tom is not overly fast, nor unstoppably strong, but this needn't matter to the young feline. For it isn't necessarily these qualities that make up a warrior of success, but rather the wit behind it.
Personality:
-- Confident, proud, secretive, cunning, witty, deceiving, cocky, conniving, opinionated, strategic.
There are so many angles to Onyxstar, like a broken mirror, shatter into a million shards. Each shard indicating a potential action or reaction. The tom is rather unpredictable, in fact, he is anything but easy to predict. Like his blood which pulses through his Clan, AshClan, the warrior is strong and conniving. At first glance, Onyxstar is calm, reserved. To the outside world, he is but a shadow, still as stone with the eyes of a hawk. The tom is not one for controlling the limbs of every warrior within spitting distance, in fact, he would much rather let them duke out their problems and learn from it. Detached as he seems, Onyxstar can come across as rather nonchalant, observative. Perhaps this is true, as Onyxstar believes his warrior must learn from their mistakes or they won't learn at all, a form of tough love in that sense.

In taking a gander beyond that stern shell, within that ever complex mind of his, one might learn a few things. Below that silent exterior, is the mind of a warrior. Hell, if Onyxstar were to speak his thoughts as quickly as he thought them, he may have had more enemies than he did allies. For this exact reason, self discipline is a beauty. The ever watching Onyxstar is always making mental notes, planning and scheming. The tom is not as power hungry as he may come across, but he will do whatever it takes to ensure AshClan is and always will be thriving. Onyxstar does not always see the sense in getting in his enemies face, but would rather use strategy to whip them back into their place. The tom can be blunt with his words and happens to be extremely opinionated, but never will he reveal to the world his frustrations, but rather strikes back when the time be appeals to AshClan. Though Onyxstar is not a tom of many words, he is extremely straight forward and strategic in his way of thinking.

Despite the fact Onyxstar is not your affectionate, 'all paws on deck' sort of leader, he cares for his Clan to the world's end. There is nothing, nothing, nothing that would place itself before the well being of AshClan. Admittedly, the tom is a little rough around the edges. He tends to be self sacrificial and may even become merciless if his Clan really depended on it. This tom is not only pro-AshClan, but he lives, breathes, and thinks in the interests of his Clan, be it he is in the equation or not.
History:
-- A new world.
Onyxstar's life began just like any other. It started with two common warriors, young lovers in fact. They had started out like siblings, competitors. The two were roughly the same age, possibly a moon or two apart. They had pretty much grown up together, from sharing the nursery or fighting to be the best apprentice. The two competed in almost anything and everything they could, hosting harmless banters and mock fights. The competitions had been harmless, a dual among friends. As the two grew into young warriors, their outlook on each other changed in the slightest of ways. The brother-sister bond melted away, like salt dissolving in a rainstorm. Before either of them realized what had really been happening, sibling affections quickly became a new form of affections.

And from the young love, Onyxkit was born. Onyxkit had a slim shadow of a kit, taking on the traits of his father. His brother, on the other hand, was a small brown tabby. Unlike Onyxkit; however, the tabby kit was weak and ill. By the following sunrise, he would walk among StarClan, leaving Onyxkit to fend alone. Nonetheless, Onyxkit remained strong and started his life with an iron will. Before long, his mother would be returning to the warriors den and he himself would migrate to a completely new lifestyle.

Survival of the fittest.
At six moons young, Onyxkit acquired a new name, for now, he would be known only as Onyxpaw. At this stage in his life, the ink black tom had officially become an apprentice. Onyxpaw had been given a mentor that could be equally as stubborn as he, this tom was known as Adderfang. The duo occasionally butt heads, but what mentor and apprentice pair did not? Not that the two would run on mindless banters that got no one anywhere, as they both ran strongly on intellect. Each character; however, simply had a different idea on how things should be done. And Onyxpaw, being the opinionated apprentice that he was, hesitated not to vioce these viewpoints.

Despite everything, this was when the young tom did his growing up. He grew to know the world around him, and learn of the dangers it posed. Onyxpaw had become very independent and studied vigoriously to become a warrior. The tom had not been overly close with his mother, nor his father, so it had not been all too devastating when his father's limp body had returned to camp, mangled and broken after a vicious confrontation with a fox. Onyxpaw did not see his mother around as much after that, and close bonds with the other apprentices were scarce. But that was simply who he was, Onyxpaw was stronger when he did not have to depend nor rely on others.

Becoming the world.
The day had at last come, the day every apprentice dreamed of. Onyxpaw knew vert well it was time his mentor discuss the apprentice's training. Now it was only a matter of the review Adderfang would award him. Sometime the next day, everything Onyxpaw had worked for would finally pay off. The ink black tom had slept scarcely the night before, waiting in curious anticipation.

Onyxpaw remembered the feeling of it all. He remember gathering with his Clan mates in the heart of the cave and seeing their great leader looming at the mouth of his den. At last, the mighty tom raised his head and his voice rang out into the hollow below. A shiver had lulled upon Onyxpaw's spine and his head had snapped up attentively as he of all felines were to be called out before the Clan. A glow of pride surged through Onyxpaw, forcing him to forget any stage fright or shy nature that may have harnessed him. After that, well, we all know the story. The mighty leader called upon StarClan, called upon his mentor and Onyxpaw. They had exchanged the ceremonial words and Onyxpaw had given the promise to forever defend his Clan, even at the cost of his life.

From that day forth, the shadow warrior would be known as Onyxfeather.

Baby steps.
Onyxfeather had been a young warrior when the deputy's mangled corpse was hauled into the heart of their camp. Like Onyxfeather's father, the deputy had battled savagely with a vicious badger. Though the vile creature had been driven from the land, the deputy suffered a crippling blow to the spine, within heart beats the valiant warrior would ascend in his journey to StarClan.

The moon had well began its journey into the night sky, yet the Clan grieved on. Their leader seemed to be held captive by his own thoughts, confined to his den in deep thinking. At last, the mighty warrior emerged from shadow, calling forth the Clan. When Onyxfeather had been called forward, he felt the familiar tinge of surprise. He, of all warriors, were to be named the new deputy? There must have been a mistake. The tom was not overly close with his Clan mates, he did not have a legion of trusted warriors at his side, nor did he carry great influence among his Clan mates. So what was the reasoning? Sure, Onyxfeather had no problem leading patrols or taking charge in apprentice activities, but all the same he was not a warrior to throw himself head first at others, bounding with enthusiasm.

Don't get him wrong, Onyxfeather was no underdog. When the initial shock had settled in, the warrior began to embrace this new idea. With a high head and narrow hues, Onyxfeather graciously accepted these new responsibilities.

A new stand.
Onyxfeather had just began to learn and grow in his new rank when the cold season hit. Their once mighty leader had began to ail and deteriorate in his age. Now, he had been battling illness for the past moon, captive to his den. A severe not had hit the Clan with a crippling blow, this had pushed their leader to the edge, and his last lift was shed. Onyxfeather had not been ready for the new responsibilities that struck him and struck the Clan.

Onyxstar had not known where to begin, his mind had realed at the posibilities. He had worked along time to discover what kind of leader he would be, as this would be a new stand, a new reign. Ultimately, the tom would not lead simply to have command. In fact, Onyxstar hardly led at all, the warrior believed his Clan mates to be strong, and in order to grow, they would need to learn on their own. But before anything else, Onyxstar needed a right hand warrior, someone in whom he could confide in, no matter what. The tom only had a handful of select few warrior he could entrust the responsibility, and after great thought, Onyxstar chose the best feline for the job. With a mighty call, Onyxstar summoned the Clan forward, honey hues fished through the familiar faces and at last they hit their mark.

If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.

Family:
-- Unnamed Warrior ; deceased.
--Unnamed Queen ; deceased.
--Unnamed Brother ; deceased.
Aspiration:
-- Succees.
-- Nobility.
-- Honor.
-- Thriving Shadowclan.
-- Stand one's ground.
Fears:
-- Failur.
-- Loosing everything.
-- Fire.
-- The abandonment of Starclan.
-- Fathering.

When you come around,
You're like a little slice of heaven when I'm coming down.

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-- Lost..
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-- Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People.
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