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Character
Name: Reese | Handsome | Coyotefang | Coyotestar
[Coyote] - for his brown pelt, long legs, and mangy appearance, as well as to distance him from the other cats of the clan
[fang] - for his dangerous rogue past, as well as his charismatic tongue
[star] - traditional suffix for leaders
Clan: Rogue | ShadowClan
Age: 58 moons
Rank: Leader
Gender: Male
Appearance details: Coyotestar is a lithe tom, more on the gangly-side than graceful who has legs too long for his body and a thin stomach regardless how of much he eats. His fur is patchy, longer is some spots but bald in others from bouts of mange when he was younger. He has a dark brown pelt with long but sparse dark brown stripes, little orange eyebrow spots, and a dingy-white spot on his chest. He has scars here and there over his body, most small enough to be covered by fur, his ears are nicked, but most obvious is his short half-tail, lost from an incident with Twolegs. He has wide, piercing green eyes that almost seem to glow against his dark pelt, and most notably, extra toes on his front feet.

History
gingertuft and zeus
Gingertuft was born and raised in ThunderClan, and was happy to live her life in obedience to the warrior code. She wasn't the best fighter or hunter, but she was a good warrior, and she cared deeply about her clan. Never in her life would she have imagined she would become a rogue--but even when she was young, she had no idea what would happen to her. When she was an apprentice, she'd spent a great deal of time crushing on another cat of the same age, Larkpaw, a talkative tomcat that Gingerpaw could waste all day chatting with. She had always imagined they would end up together eventually, but when she finally confessed her feelings to him, she was shocked and hurt to find that he only saw her as a friend. Gingerpaw lost of a lot of confidence after that, sheepishly withdrawing from Larkpaw and starting to keep to herself more.

As time passed, Gingertuft watched Larkclaw fall in love and find himself another mate, and Gingertuft never seemed to make another connection like what she'd felt with him. Until one day she'd been patrolling the border and caught a tresspasser. The cat was named Zeus, and she could tell from his scent that he was a kittypet. He was no match for her, and she won the fight with ease--but to her surprise, Zeus used being pinned to the ground as an opportunity to flirt. Against all her better judgement, Gingertuft started to see him more and more, sometimes wandering a little outside of ThunderClan's territory. She knew it was against the code, but--it felt so good to be loved. Zeus was charming, he was kind, he was handsome, and he liked her, and so she fell head over heels in love with him.

After a while of seeing him, it turned out that Gingertuft had fallen pregnant, something ThunderClan's medicine cat revealed to her, much to her surprise. She didn't want her kits to grow up without their father--and so she sought out Thicketstar, and begged him to let Zeus join the clan, revealing that she was pregnant with the kits of a kittypet in the process. For breaking the warrior code, she was asked to leave ThunderClan as a rogue, and if Thicketstar wouldn't accept Zeus, then she was fine with that. She fled the forest to find Zeus, afraid to lose her clan, but excited to start a new life with the tom she loved.

What she didn't expect was that she wasn't the only she-cat Zeus was entertaining. It seemed he was something of a romeo, romancing other kittypets, loners, and now, even clancats. Zeus was sympathetic to her plight, and he felt bad that she'd left her clan--but he didn't want to be her mate if it meant he couldn't see other she-cats, too. Gingertuft could hardly take his rejection, finding enough self-respect to leave him behind, even if it meant she was beginning a new life as a rogue--completely alone.
reese | 0-11 ☾
Luckily for Gingertuft, she found a small community of street cats, and they were by her side when she gave birth to her litter of three kits. She didn't know how to name them, knowing they couldn't have clan names but not knowing how else names were chosen, but the others helped her. They were named Percy, Robin, and Reese.

Gingertuft never told her kittens of the life she had left behind, nor of Zeus--she was ashamed that she'd thrown her life away over a tom who didn't love her, but her kittens didn't seem to miss the lives or the father they'd never had. Gingertuft taught them how to hunt, and how to survive, and the other loners taught Gingertuft and her kittens how to survive in Twoleg place. Which houses they could go to to get food when prey was scarce, and what twolegs to stay away from. The best way to wait for monsters and the safest places to cross the thunderpath. The gardens that attracted the most birds, the best sheds and porches to take shelter in when it rained hard. Gingertuft was becoming a natural at streetlife, and even though she missed ThunderClan, she was determined to make the best life for her kits that she could.

Reese was the most adventurous of the three, despite being the youngest. Percy always stuck close to his mother's side, and even though Robin was more bold and happy to try to hunt for herself, Reese was still the boldest when it came to hare-brained schemes, once daring to jump off the roof of the shed to try and catch a bird--which resulted in breaking his tail, but he caught the bird! His tail didn't heal the same, but he thought it made him look cool, anyway. Even though the three of them were pretty different, Reese did love his siblings, though he showed it in interesting ways. Maybe he bullied his older brother a little too often, but Percy knew he was doing it out of love, and if he picked on Robin and swiped at her tail one too many times, she was fierce enough to swipe right back. Gingertuft worried sometimes if she had made a mistake, but she was proud to watch her kits grow up at the end of the day.

And their lives were pretty good, until one fateful day. Generally predators for loners and rogues were pretty different to clancats. Birds of prey were threats sometimes, Twolegs could be threatening in their own regard, foxes and coyotes who ventured out of the words could kill a cat, and of course, monsters--but there was one predator that, scary as their were, they were usually safe from. Dogs were always kept restrained by Twolegs, and loners and rogues knew which yards to avoid in order to stay away from free-roaming ones. But dogs were strong, and if their Twoleg masters ever lost control, it spelled an awful fate for the cats in its way. A massive dog with its chain dragging behind it had gotten itself free one day, and Reese seemed to be the thing he wanted most from his freedom. Flailing, he had tried his best to get away, to climb up a fence, a tree, anything, like his siblings had to get away, but he'd stumbled--and the only thing that had saved him from the dog's gnashing teeth was his mother, who had thrown herself in front of the dog. The three of them had watched in horror as it snatched her up, Reese cowering at the sound of her yowls--but the dog kept running, leaving behind just a trail of her blood, and, a short while later, a shouting Twoleg on its tail. The littermates could hardly process what had happened, and another member of their little group had come later to inform them that Gingertuft hadn't survived, but that they knew she would have sacrificed herself again and again if it meant her kits could live.

In the wake of her death, the three didn't really know what to do or where to go. It made the most sense to stay where they had grown up, but their lives felt different now, and it was painful to continue to live in a home they had always known their mother in. Her memories, and even her scent was everywhere, and it was hard for them to deal with. The other loners, at a loss, had told them about Zeus, and eventually, Percy had decided to find him, explaining tearfully to his siblings that maybe the life of a kittypet would be a better life for them all. Robin and Reese had refused--Reese didn't want to be tied down or controlled by Twolegs, and Robin didn't want to see the father who had left their mother alone for so long and broken her heart. Percy sadly bid his siblings farewell, and headed off to become a kittypet.

Robin decided on the easiest path, so to speak--she decided she wanted to stay with the rogues, even if it meant living with the painful memories of their mother. She tried to remind Reese that there were so many positive memories too, but Reese didn't think she understood. She wasn't the one Gingertuft died to protect, he was. If he had been quicker or smarter or less clumsy, she wouldn't even be dead, and Reese knew that all the other loners they lived with knew that too. Guilty and miserable, Reese fled their little group and headed off on his own.
handsome | 11 - 32 ☾
Reese was okay on his own, but he wasn't really used to it. He was a chatty sort of cat, and when he saw something cool or impressive, he always had to remind himself he didn't have anyone to tell about it, until he decided there was no harm in just being impressed about it outloud. Being alone only really got bad when he thought too much about his mother, or when he needed someone else to rely on. Stepping on a piece of glass on night split his pawpad and made every step painful; and Reese didn't really know how to patch the wound. A bleeding, aching paw made hunting terribly difficult, but thankfully, there were still dumpsters, and kind Twolegs. He found that approaching eating Twolegs often resulted in being thrown a few scraps, until the time it didn't, but he should have known better than to approach adolescent ones.

The adolescent Twolegs had liked the kink in his old, broken tail, and Reese didn't mind getting pet if he got snacks for it. Until the snacks suddenly stopped coming and the Twolegs stopped petting him gently and snatched at him instead. He flailed and scratched, but they managed to do what they wanted anyway, far too strong for him to realistically fight off. They tied a trail of soda cans ot his tail, laughing at him as he dragged the cans around and started at the loud clanging. More than just annoying, the weight of the cans--especially when they got stuck on things hurt his tail, and the Twolegs didn't help him back out of it after they'd done it. They left, and the cans stayed, and even when he chewed, Reese couldn't get them off his tail, and the string only started to feel tighter and tighter. Although the cans eventually came loose, the string still didn't--until the day it fell off, along with his tail. Reese could hardly believe what had happened--but even though it was agonizingly painful, it could finally start to heal. His tail was pathetically short now, and his balance had been seriously compromised from its loss, but he could hunt again without making so much noise, and hey, at least no one would ask why his tail was bent like that anymore. But he didn't think he could ever trust Twolegs again, hopeful that Percy had found good ones when he'd gone to try and join them.

Eventually, Reese had wandered into someone else's territory--and rogues set on him quickly to teach him his mistake. Although he lost, he fought the other rogues off very well, so after the scuffle, they asked him if he wanted to stay in their territory. Reese was tired of having to rely only on himself--so he agreed. Although they asked his name, they opted to rename him, and they chose Handsome: a joke on his long, gangily, unattractive form, only made worse by his stumpy tail, and his paws, with extra fingers that made them look like Twoleg hands.

The cats he'd grown up with before, with the exception of his mother, were loners. They were all at least as old as Gingertuft, or older, and Percy and Robin were the only cats his age that Handsome had grown up with. These cats were rogues--those that knew about the clans didn't respect them, and they were truly more violent than the loners. But on the positive side, a lot of them were around Handsome's age, and he finally got to experience what it was like to have friends. The rogues had a sense of organization. Rogues with rules, and duties, rogues with territory, rogues with a reputation. Handsome liked that. It was good to have something reliable for once. He started to befriend his new peers, take responsibility for the rest of the cats around him, teach younger cats how to make it on the streets--and soon, he was back to the relaxed personality he'd had when he'd lived with his family.

Handsome was pretty popular; regardless of how far away from his namesake he sometimes looked. He seemed to have mange more often than not, even getting a patch on the left side of his face which lost him his whiskers--and when the mange cleared up, the whiskers didn't seem to grow back. He walked with almost a lopsided gait, between his tail and his whiskers, but he became known for it, as if it was just another cool aspect of him. Despite everything, he was still a good hunter and a better fighter, and he seemed to catch attention from his clanmates too. Handsome finally felt like he fit in somewhere again, like he had a place, and late at night he quietly wished to the stars that Percy and Robin had found a place where they felt they truly belonged, too.

Handsome ran with the rogues for a long time. When things were good and plentiful, they ate mice, rats, and the occasional bird--when they were bad, they dug through Twoleg dumpsters and ate what was left of the meals they fed themselves with. Handsome took a mate, a tom named Hoover who was known for eating literally anything, and life was good. They shared tongues under the bellies of dead Monsters, munched on remains of processed meats from Twolegs that they had never tasted naturally to identify, and they protected their terf from any rogues who weren't part of their group. Cats came and went--some decided to move on from the group. Some grew sick from hunger and disease and the frigid cold of Leafbare, and no matter how careful they were, Monsters still claimed lives of even the best Monster-dodgers in the group. Handsome's life was never really safe, and it was far from stable, but he had friends, and he had purpose.

Hoover didn't live nearly as long as Handsome. What Handsome would turn his nose up at eating, Hoover would still be more than happy to eat. He'd chide the other for being picky; they were starving, so now really wasn't the time to show his stuck-up kittypet genes! Even if a carcass was crawling with maggots, Hoover simply boasted of the "extra flavor." He seemed to find it comedic that everyone was so repulsed by his meals, and even though Handsome cringed a little at the smell of Hoover's breath when the other tom groomed him, he liked watching that playful snarky side to his mate. But unfortunately, his choice in food got the better of him after a while. Handsome stayed by the tom's side as he grew ill, rapidly, grooming his patchy fur until his mate passed away.

Although this felt a little harder without his mate by his side, Handsome continued on--he had to, because their life didn't leave time for grief. Seasons came and went, and not much changed, until a cat named Viper decided that she was going to be the leader of this little group of rogues--a group that had always been leaderless. She claimed she had been encouraged by stories of cats in the forests--the clancats, who Handsome had heard talk of before, but also by Scourge, Bone, and BloodClan. Why couldn't the rogues have a leader? Some of the group seemed accepting of it, as long as things didn't change too much. Some of the cats despised the idea of one cat being superior to the rest. Viper won her fair share of scuffles with cats who challenged her, and the rest of the cats who didn't want to follow simply left. Handsome watched friends leave, but he also had friends remaining. He didn't like Viper, and he didn't like what she was doing to his home--but it was his home, nonetheless.

Eventually, things did change. Viper created a stronger caste system in the rogues, choosing a strong cat to be her second; she chose Handsome. It wasn't really an optional position. She told him he was going to be her second and proceeded to speak to him as such. She changed the order of things; if prey was caught, the leader ate first, to ensure she could stay strong, to lead her clan. Handsome was allowed the next meal, and then the stronger cats next. Older cats, weaker cats, and kitting females seemed to serve little use to her. Handsome had always known it was every cat for themselves on the streets, but as a community, they had always done their best to look after those who couldn't look after themselves. He found Viper's rule vile--but if he didn't stay, who could hope to keep her under control?

With another Leafbare upon them, things felt more and more desperate. Elders and queens were hungry, and it turned Handsome's stomach to watch Viper grow fat while her companions wittled away. He didn't know where to go to get more food, but his eyes continued to look towards the forests, wondering how much prey lie out there. Everyone said there were so many clan cats, so there must have been so much prey to support them, surely. Considering his options, Handsome finally crossed the Thunderpath, and headed into the forest.

Prey wasn't as plentiful as he expected, but there was certainly more of it. There were things he didn't know how to hunt, hissing as rabbits escaped him and burrowed away into the ground. The wetlands were more promising, managing to catch voles, mice, and frogs, and what he caught, he brought back to his home and snuck to the elders and queens. It felt good to be able to help again; and so when he had the time and knew Viper wasn't following, he snuck back into the woods again. He made the trip a few times, thinking himself very sneaky--until he was caught by two cats, and barely managed to hold his own against them in a skirmish.

They explained they were ShadowClan cats--and that this was ShadowClan territory, and that was ShadowClan prey that Handsome was stealing. It was definitely an awkward situation to be in, and Handsome knew that in his territory, he'd be lucky to get out alive if he had been caught doing this. But he had charmed his way out of worse situations. The cats seemed somewhat sympathetic to him when he explained why he'd stolen the prey, but it didn't change the fact that it was their food, and they needed it. One of the cats, a male named Whiteclaw, jokingly said that if he wanted to eat ShadowClan prey, he needed to be a ShadowClan cat. Handsome didn't think it was an invitation--but he came back again anyway.

He was lucky that Whiteclaw was the cat who caught him again, although Whiteclaw was unlucky that he was alone this time. Instead of stealing prey or fighting, Handsome asked Whiteclaw to tell him about the clans, and he was shocked to find that it seemed the dynamic he'd been longing for actually existed in the forest. Everyone worked together so that things could flourish, and they took care of the elderly, the kittens, and the queens first and foremost. The sense of community made Handsome long to be a part of the clan, and Whiteclaw, who initially didn't want the flea-bitten rogue anywhere near his family, seemed to soften a little as they two spoke and bonded. With no prey this time, but hope for a brighter future, Handsome bid the tom farewell and headed back to Twolegplace.

If Handsome was going to leave his life behind, he wasn't going to leave it the way it was now. He couldn't tolerate the idea of letting Viper reign supreme over the cats who had always existed peacefully--or peacefully enough, and had taken care of each other. He told Viper about the clans--about the ShadowClan territory, and how plentiful it was. He told her the ShadowClan cats were weak, and it would be like taking prey from kittens to take enough of their land to sustain the clan. Viper was more than pleased with that knowledge, and Handsome offered to show her the land, so she could see the paradise for herself. Once they were far enough away from Twolegplace, Handsome turned on her. Although she was strong, Handsome had determination on his side, and he found his opening, biting down harshly on her throat. He left her body where it was, cleaning himself of her blood before heading to ShadowClan territory. He stopped just once to peer over his shoulder at the life he was leaving behind, but he knew he had left a better life for his former companions, and maybe now, he would belong again.
coyotefang | 32 - 58 ☾
It was not exactly a cakewalk to just join ShadowClan; Whiteclaw was surprised when a patrol brought Handsome into the camp, and even more surprised when the rogue dipped his head to Sleekstar and begged for a chance as a member of the clan. There were many ShadowClan cats who were against his joining, as expected of a rogue, but to his surprise, Whiteclaw vouched for him--and if Whiteclaw was vouching for him, then his mate, Sorrelfur would as well. To Handsome's surprise, Sleekstar seemed to see something in Handsome, and allowed him to stay as a trial. If he proved his worth, and loyalty to ShadowClan, she would discuss a permanent home here for him.

Whiteclaw was charged with keeping an eye on Handsome, since he was the one who had vouched for him, and so the tom took to showing him the ropes. He didn't have to teach him much--it turned out he already knew how to hunt and fight quite well, so most of what he told him was about the code. He explained the different clans, the different roles of cats within the clans--like medicine cats, which was an extraordinary concept to Handsome. And he told him about StarClan. Handsome couldn't say that that sounded even remotely realistic. A collection of cats who lived in the sky and spoke through the dreams of medicine cats? It was complete rubbish, but... he did like the idea of thinking Gingertuft and Hoover had gone somewhere nice after they'd died.

Whiteclaw introduced him to any clanmates willing to humor him, eventually leading him to the medicine cat to meet Fawndream, Bluepaw, and his son, Wildpaw, who was recovering from injuries from a coyote. Handsome found it incredible; Wildpaw was clearly mangled and injured, but it was so much more than what he could say for his own mother. The fact that medicine cats had saved Wildpaw while his mother had perished from a similar incident made him even more impressed with medicine cats--and with clancats, for taking care of each other so well. He took on apprentice tasks, helping the medicine cats gather herbs, and in return, they helped to treat his fleas and mange, until he finally had a clean bill of health.

Time passed, and ShadowClan grew more trusting of Handsome. He was allowed on patrols that Whiteclaw didn't join him on. Some cats shared tongues and shared prey with him. Elders happily yapped his ears off with stories. The sense of belonging came again, and knowing how long the clans had been established for and how their connection to StarClan ruled them, Handsome wasn't afraid of any drastic changes taking that away. He was enjoying himself; even if he felt a bit like an outsider, he felt like he belonged, too.

After about a moon and a half, Sleekstar decided to make a decision about Handsome. Since he had been providing for ShadowClan as much as any member, and it seemed like he was trusted by a good portion of them, she decided to allow him to become a permanent member of the clan. Handsome agreed to accept a warrior name; he was used to taking new names as his life changed, scarcely able to remember being called Reese anymore. Sleekstar named him Coyotefang, for his feral fighting style and, he suspected, to mark him clearly as an outsider. Whiteclaw and Sorrelfur welcomed him to the clan, but he could tell they were uneasy about his new name. He expected Wildpaw was as well, considering what had happened to him. But he supposed what was most important was that he was a clan member, and at the end of the day, he belonged here now.

With his new name, Coyotefang worked hard to earn his place in his new clan. There were still cats who didn’t accept him, but he earned his place where it mattered. Sleekstar seemed to trust him, offering to take patrols with him every now and then, and he felt like there could be something between them. He flirted with cheek when they were alone, and even though Sleekstar didn’t give too much away, he was sure her face was warm under her dark pelt.

Sleekstar’s trust paid off as she offered him an apprentice. The little she-cat was called Mosspaw, a dusky brown tabby with soft green eyes and an even softer voice. Coyotefang was surprised not only that such a young cat was being trusted to him, but also that such a quiet and small one at that. Still, he did want to do the best he could for his new clan, and he took her training very seriously. It was clear Mosspaw was afraid of him initially, but as they trained together, Mosspaw loosened up and grew more comfortable, even becoming comfortable enough to tease the older tom about his half-whisker face and clumsy, lopsided gait. Coyotefang was proud beyond words when she became Mossdapple. Sleekstar seemed proud too, whispering in his ear after the ceremony that he had truly proven himself to the clan now. It did feel good to hear that; and before long, Coyotefang was following Sleekstar into her den at night when the watch wasn’t paying attention.

As good as his life was becoming, Coyotefang was starting to learn that nothing good could stay good for long. Prey started becoming harder to find, ashamed every time he returned to camp with no prey. The river started shrinking, and the lake with it. SkyClan fell sick, and the sickness soon spread to the other clans too. Coyotefang watched in agony as his first friend in the clan, Whiteclaw, succumbed to the disease, doing what he could to comfort Sorrelfur and Wildfire. But there was only so much that could be done, until the prophecies came. Five cats, one of each clan, spoke out in a gathering that the clans needed to leave the lake, that StarClan had told them. Coyotefang’s eyes were trained on Sleekstar, watching to see how she felt. Although it was clear she was scared, she stood strong with the other leaders as they listened to the voices of StarClan’s messengers; they would have to leave.

It was painful to think that just when Coyotefang was finally feeling like he was home, he would have to leave, and his mind flitted back to his friends in the streets, and his family, hopeful that their bellies were all full. But he tried to put on a brave face so that Sleekstar could rely on him, and his other clan mates would still see him as reliable. Before long, the journey began, and ShadowClan were on their way through the mountains.

Tragedy struck not long into the journey, as Sleekstar’s deputy, who had been a little sickly before leaving but had started to look better, declined again. Although the cat tried their best, it became clear that they weren’t going to survive. Sleekstar and several ShadowClan cats lingered behind the other journeying cats to say goodbye, even if it meant walking that much faster tomorrow to catch up. Once ShadowClan was reunited, Sleekstar knew she had to name a deputy in case something happened to herself during the journey—and to every cat’s surprise, she chose Coyotefang. Even though it was something of an unpopular choice, Coyotefang accepted, if only because he knew Sleekstar wouldn’t have offered him the position if she wasn’t completely certain, and entirely sure he would be good for the clan. He thanked her, and she whispered, teasingly, that he better not let her down.

But it wasn’t long before he felt like he was letting her down. The mountains were treacherous, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t keep everyone safe. Sorrelfur lost her footing on a cliff face and tumbled to her death, nearly taking Wildfire down with her. Coyotefang nearly launched himself off a cliff as well, trying to down a hawk that had snatched Mossdapple. Watching his friends and his apprentice perish was agonizing, but he finally understood that this was the family and community he’d always craved. Painful as it was, every loss hardened him and made him more determined to do well for his clan.

Just when it felt like they might never reach their new home, they did. Coyotefang felt such relief at the sight of the fjords, looking to Sleekstar incredulously. They did it; they were finally home, and their problems could end.
coyotestar | 58 - ... ☾

At least, that’s what Coyotefang had thought. It wasn’t long at all before Sleekstar’s health started to decline; the medicine cats explaining sadly that it seemed she had just completely worn herself out during the journey and completely compromised her health. Coyotefang couldn’t believe he was having to go through this pain again when everything was supposed to be good now, and he stayed by Sleekstar’s side until she died. She told him that it was okay; she knew ShadowClan was safe in his big, handsome paws. Even though becoming the leader was impossible to imagine, Coyotefang would have done anything Sleekstar asked to keep from letting her down.

Although it was challenging, Coyotefang knew he had to stand tall before his clan, and so he headed with the medicine cats to the Mooncave. His belief in StarClan had never been particularly high, but seeing the way everyone else believed in it made him think that it was at least possible--and after all, if StarClan hadn't led the cats through the mountains, would they ever have made it? All the same, when he arrived at the Mooncave, he had no idea what he could find, delicately dipping his chin into the waters and closing his eyes.

With no idea what to expect, the emptiness didn't surprise him too much. It was darker than he expected for a place called StarClan--even when he squinted, he could only see a few stars. But out of the stars suddenly walked Sleekstar, her pelt black as pitch but glistening with stars. Coyotefang pressed his forehead to hers, listening to the rumble from his mate's purrs and feeling his heart beat painfully at the familiarity. But the news Sleekstar had brought was not good news.

StarClan had not followed the clans. Sleekstar, and WindClan's leader, Reedstar, were all they had. Despite not recieving his nine lines, Coyotefang thought the best thing to do would be to follow tradition and take the name Coyotestar. One thing out of the way--next, he just had to decide what to tell his clan.

tl;dr

0 ☾ - reese is born to gingertuft along with his siblings percy and robin
11 ☾ - gingertuft is killed by a loose dog; percy decideds to become a kittypet.
12 ☾ - twolegs tie cans to reese's tail, and eventually, he looses half of it
12 ☾ - reese joins a new group of rogues; he is renamed 'handsome'
16 ☾ - handsome becomes mates with hoover
26 ☾ - hoover dies of illness
28 ☾ - viper takes over the group of loners, to the upset of the group
32 ☾ - handsome kills viper and flees the group to join shadowclan
33 ☾ - handsome is allowed to officially join, renamed 'coyotefang'
36 ☾ - coyotefang takes on mosspaw as his apprentice
42 ☾ - mosspaw becomes mossdapple
42 ☾ - coyotefang and sleekstar become mates (kind of secret but not that secret)
46 ☾ - the clans begin their journey
47 ☾ - sleekstar's deputy dies of illness; coyotefang is named new deputy
58 ☾ - sleekstar dies; coyotefang becomes leader, coyotestar

About
Personality:

Include at least a sentence description of each trait.

+ [ adaptable | nonchalant | chatty ]
> [ flirty | unceremonious | just ]
- [ grungy | crass | suspicious ]

adaptable :: Having lived so many different lives by now, Coyotestar is a pretty good at shifting his routine, and even, to an extent, his beliefs, to fit the world he's in. In a broad sense, he doesn't struggle to fit in, and can change his life with relative ease.
nonchalant :: Coyotestar is a pretty laid-back cat, although he isn't senseless enough to brush off serious matters. He feels as though he's gone through enough in his life to be able to look at things with a cool head and think through the best course of action.
chatty :: Although Coyotestar certainly isn't everyone's cup of tea, he is very social. He'll happily chat with anyone who lets him, and doesn't get hurt by things like social rejection. He knows not everyone is going to like him, and that's fine; he'll talk the ear off of the people who don't mind him, happily.

flirty :: Coyotestar has only had two serious mates over the course of his life, but he tends to speak in a easy, flirty way regardless of whether he has a mate or not. Flirting doesn't necessarily amount to interest, but it's a comfortable way to see if there could be a connection, since he prefers clever talk to a pretty pelt. Still, flirting can get under the skins of cats, and those in couples may see it quite differently to Coyotestar.
unceremonious :: Having spent most of his life as a rogue, Coyotestar isn't an expert at manners, even if he's trying his best! Some things that he does are seen as quite impolite or gross, but he never means anything by it. Still, his abruptness can be helpful when it comes to communication--sometimes. And being a little rough isn't the worst thing a cat could be.
just :: Coyotestar has a strong sense of justice, especially for a rogue. Even if his definitions of right and wrong may be slightly skewed when it comes to the way clancats view right and wrong, if he thinks something is an injustice, he'll do something unlawful if he feels what he's doing is right.

grungy :: Personal hygeine just isn't that high on Coyotestar's list of important things. Once ridden with fleas and mange, Coyotestar has always had to put protecting himself and getting food into his belly far, far above making sure his pelt is well-groomed. At this point, having lost his tail, half his whiskers, and patches of fur here and there, he doesn't see much point is trying to put glitter on a piece of shit. He's clearly still a piece of shit.
crass :: Coyotestar speaks his mind, which is good, but he often uses less polite words to do so, which isn't ever really good. As a rogue, swearing and being crude made you popular, but in a clan, many cats look down on it. He tries to watch his tongue, but it's hard to teach an old cat new tricks.
suspicious :: Coyotestar has proved himself as worthy in, as far as he's concerned, the eyes of those who matter. But many ShadowClan cats are still uncomfortable with a former rogue being leader--and possibly, some may think he romanced Sleekstar to his own gain. Outside of ShadowClan, plenty of cats are likely equally uncomfortable with a rogue as a leader--does someone like that deserve to be gifted nine lives from StarClan? And given that ShadowClan, historically, has been led to do wicked things thanks to rogues and code-breaking warriors, can ShadowClan as a whole be trusted under Coyotestar's leadership?

Likes: the sky over ShadowClan's territory, fresh-caught prey, heights, the smell of the earth after rain
Dislikes: Twolegs, dogs, running water, the strictness of some aspects of the warrior code

Other Information:
By blood, Coyotestar is half ThunderClan, half kittypet. He began to suspect his mother was a clancat after he learned more about their naming conventions, but has no idea what clan she was in, and worries how ShadowClan might take it if they learn his ancestry is even worse than just being a rogue.
He still likes being called 'Handsome,' although he prefers if it's not meant as ironically as all the rogues used to say it.
He walks a little lopsided thanks to his missing whiskers and missing tail.
Coyotestar is terrified of Twolegs.
Secretly he was named Reese because of his orange eyebrows looking like reese's pieces.

Relationships
Orientation: Bisexual; not very picky to be honest. Nothing is more attractive to him than good banter and easy back-and-forth.
Looking for: Not looking for another mate; he's still mourning Sleekstar's loss.
Ideal Relationship and Traits:

Mentor: Whiteclaw
Apprentice: Mossdapple
Crush: None
Mate: None
Ex-Mate/s: Hoover, Sleekstar
Kin: Percy, Robin, Zeus, Gingertuft

Wildfire | aerioi | Clanmate
"I know you're not so hot on me, but I'll keep my eye on you for Whiteclaw and Sorrelfur's sakes all the same."

Sleekstar | NPC | Leader, mate
"Why didn't you tell me how tired you were before it got so bad? I would have carried a little more weight... I would have walked a little slower so you could rest... Sleekstar, how could you leave us like this? It's hard to pretend to be strong without you... but I know that's what you'd do. That's what you'd want. So I'll keep doing it."

Mossdapple | NPC | Apprentice
"... Not really sure I'm worthy of saying anything to you, Mossdapple but... I'm sorry... I tried--I should have tried harder to save you.."

Whiteclaw and Sorrelfur | NPC | Friends
"Whiteclaw.. thank you for believing in me in the first place. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, and for you, Sorrelfur, standing behind me when I first came here. I wish I could have done more for you, but... I hope StarClan suits you nicely. I'll keep an eye on Wildfire for you."

Viper | NPC | Former "Leader"
"I hope the maggots and crows make a good meal out of you."

Hoover | NPC | Former mate
"I miss you Hoover, but I know you always lived life to its fullest. Wherever you are now, I hope there's lots to eat."

Roleplay
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Description
Character
Name: Reese | Handsome | Coyotefang | Coyotestar
[Coyote] - for his brown pelt, long legs, and mangy appearance, as well as to distance him from the other cats of the clan
[fang] - for his dangerous rogue past, as well as his charismatic tongue
[star] - traditional suffix for leaders
Clan: Rogue | ShadowClan
Age: 58 moons
Rank: Leader
Gender: Male
Appearance details: Coyotestar is a lithe tom, more on the gangly-side than graceful who has legs too long for his body and a thin stomach regardless how of much he eats. His fur is patchy, longer is some spots but bald in others from bouts of mange when he was younger. He has a dark brown pelt with long but sparse dark brown stripes, little orange eyebrow spots, and a dingy-white spot on his chest. He has scars here and there over his body, most small enough to be covered by fur, his ears are nicked, but most obvious is his short half-tail, lost from an incident with Twolegs. He has wide, piercing green eyes that almost seem to glow against his dark pelt, and most notably, extra toes on his front feet.

History
gingertuft and zeus
Gingertuft was born and raised in ThunderClan, and was happy to live her life in obedience to the warrior code. She wasn't the best fighter or hunter, but she was a good warrior, and she cared deeply about her clan. Never in her life would she have imagined she would become a rogue--but even when she was young, she had no idea what would happen to her. When she was an apprentice, she'd spent a great deal of time crushing on another cat of the same age, Larkpaw, a talkative tomcat that Gingerpaw could waste all day chatting with. She had always imagined they would end up together eventually, but when she finally confessed her feelings to him, she was shocked and hurt to find that he only saw her as a friend. Gingerpaw lost of a lot of confidence after that, sheepishly withdrawing from Larkpaw and starting to keep to herself more.

As time passed, Gingertuft watched Larkclaw fall in love and find himself another mate, and Gingertuft never seemed to make another connection like what she'd felt with him. Until one day she'd been patrolling the border and caught a tresspasser. The cat was named Zeus, and she could tell from his scent that he was a kittypet. He was no match for her, and she won the fight with ease--but to her surprise, Zeus used being pinned to the ground as an opportunity to flirt. Against all her better judgement, Gingertuft started to see him more and more, sometimes wandering a little outside of ThunderClan's territory. She knew it was against the code, but--it felt so good to be loved. Zeus was charming, he was kind, he was handsome, and he liked her, and so she fell head over heels in love with him.

After a while of seeing him, it turned out that Gingertuft had fallen pregnant, something ThunderClan's medicine cat revealed to her, much to her surprise. She didn't want her kits to grow up without their father--and so she sought out Thicketstar, and begged him to let Zeus join the clan, revealing that she was pregnant with the kits of a kittypet in the process. For breaking the warrior code, she was asked to leave ThunderClan as a rogue, and if Thicketstar wouldn't accept Zeus, then she was fine with that. She fled the forest to find Zeus, afraid to lose her clan, but excited to start a new life with the tom she loved.

What she didn't expect was that she wasn't the only she-cat Zeus was entertaining. It seemed he was something of a romeo, romancing other kittypets, loners, and now, even clancats. Zeus was sympathetic to her plight, and he felt bad that she'd left her clan--but he didn't want to be her mate if it meant he couldn't see other she-cats, too. Gingertuft could hardly take his rejection, finding enough self-respect to leave him behind, even if it meant she was beginning a new life as a rogue--completely alone.
reese | 0-11 ☾
Luckily for Gingertuft, she found a small community of street cats, and they were by her side when she gave birth to her litter of three kits. She didn't know how to name them, knowing they couldn't have clan names but not knowing how else names were chosen, but the others helped her. They were named Percy, Robin, and Reese.

Gingertuft never told her kittens of the life she had left behind, nor of Zeus--she was ashamed that she'd thrown her life away over a tom who didn't love her, but her kittens didn't seem to miss the lives or the father they'd never had. Gingertuft taught them how to hunt, and how to survive, and the other loners taught Gingertuft and her kittens how to survive in Twoleg place. Which houses they could go to to get food when prey was scarce, and what twolegs to stay away from. The best way to wait for monsters and the safest places to cross the thunderpath. The gardens that attracted the most birds, the best sheds and porches to take shelter in when it rained hard. Gingertuft was becoming a natural at streetlife, and even though she missed ThunderClan, she was determined to make the best life for her kits that she could.

Reese was the most adventurous of the three, despite being the youngest. Percy always stuck close to his mother's side, and even though Robin was more bold and happy to try to hunt for herself, Reese was still the boldest when it came to hare-brained schemes, once daring to jump off the roof of the shed to try and catch a bird--which resulted in breaking his tail, but he caught the bird! His tail didn't heal the same, but he thought it made him look cool, anyway. Even though the three of them were pretty different, Reese did love his siblings, though he showed it in interesting ways. Maybe he bullied his older brother a little too often, but Percy knew he was doing it out of love, and if he picked on Robin and swiped at her tail one too many times, she was fierce enough to swipe right back. Gingertuft worried sometimes if she had made a mistake, but she was proud to watch her kits grow up at the end of the day.

And their lives were pretty good, until one fateful day. Generally predators for loners and rogues were pretty different to clancats. Birds of prey were threats sometimes, Twolegs could be threatening in their own regard, foxes and coyotes who ventured out of the words could kill a cat, and of course, monsters--but there was one predator that, scary as their were, they were usually safe from. Dogs were always kept restrained by Twolegs, and loners and rogues knew which yards to avoid in order to stay away from free-roaming ones. But dogs were strong, and if their Twoleg masters ever lost control, it spelled an awful fate for the cats in its way. A massive dog with its chain dragging behind it had gotten itself free one day, and Reese seemed to be the thing he wanted most from his freedom. Flailing, he had tried his best to get away, to climb up a fence, a tree, anything, like his siblings had to get away, but he'd stumbled--and the only thing that had saved him from the dog's gnashing teeth was his mother, who had thrown herself in front of the dog. The three of them had watched in horror as it snatched her up, Reese cowering at the sound of her yowls--but the dog kept running, leaving behind just a trail of her blood, and, a short while later, a shouting Twoleg on its tail. The littermates could hardly process what had happened, and another member of their little group had come later to inform them that Gingertuft hadn't survived, but that they knew she would have sacrificed herself again and again if it meant her kits could live.

In the wake of her death, the three didn't really know what to do or where to go. It made the most sense to stay where they had grown up, but their lives felt different now, and it was painful to continue to live in a home they had always known their mother in. Her memories, and even her scent was everywhere, and it was hard for them to deal with. The other loners, at a loss, had told them about Zeus, and eventually, Percy had decided to find him, explaining tearfully to his siblings that maybe the life of a kittypet would be a better life for them all. Robin and Reese had refused--Reese didn't want to be tied down or controlled by Twolegs, and Robin didn't want to see the father who had left their mother alone for so long and broken her heart. Percy sadly bid his siblings farewell, and headed off to become a kittypet.

Robin decided on the easiest path, so to speak--she decided she wanted to stay with the rogues, even if it meant living with the painful memories of their mother. She tried to remind Reese that there were so many positive memories too, but Reese didn't think she understood. She wasn't the one Gingertuft died to protect, he was. If he had been quicker or smarter or less clumsy, she wouldn't even be dead, and Reese knew that all the other loners they lived with knew that too. Guilty and miserable, Reese fled their little group and headed off on his own.
handsome | 11 - 32 ☾
Reese was okay on his own, but he wasn't really used to it. He was a chatty sort of cat, and when he saw something cool or impressive, he always had to remind himself he didn't have anyone to tell about it, until he decided there was no harm in just being impressed about it outloud. Being alone only really got bad when he thought too much about his mother, or when he needed someone else to rely on. Stepping on a piece of glass on night split his pawpad and made every step painful; and Reese didn't really know how to patch the wound. A bleeding, aching paw made hunting terribly difficult, but thankfully, there were still dumpsters, and kind Twolegs. He found that approaching eating Twolegs often resulted in being thrown a few scraps, until the time it didn't, but he should have known better than to approach adolescent ones.

The adolescent Twolegs had liked the kink in his old, broken tail, and Reese didn't mind getting pet if he got snacks for it. Until the snacks suddenly stopped coming and the Twolegs stopped petting him gently and snatched at him instead. He flailed and scratched, but they managed to do what they wanted anyway, far too strong for him to realistically fight off. They tied a trail of soda cans ot his tail, laughing at him as he dragged the cans around and started at the loud clanging. More than just annoying, the weight of the cans--especially when they got stuck on things hurt his tail, and the Twolegs didn't help him back out of it after they'd done it. They left, and the cans stayed, and even when he chewed, Reese couldn't get them off his tail, and the string only started to feel tighter and tighter. Although the cans eventually came loose, the string still didn't--until the day it fell off, along with his tail. Reese could hardly believe what had happened--but even though it was agonizingly painful, it could finally start to heal. His tail was pathetically short now, and his balance had been seriously compromised from its loss, but he could hunt again without making so much noise, and hey, at least no one would ask why his tail was bent like that anymore. But he didn't think he could ever trust Twolegs again, hopeful that Percy had found good ones when he'd gone to try and join them.

Eventually, Reese had wandered into someone else's territory--and rogues set on him quickly to teach him his mistake. Although he lost, he fought the other rogues off very well, so after the scuffle, they asked him if he wanted to stay in their territory. Reese was tired of having to rely only on himself--so he agreed. Although they asked his name, they opted to rename him, and they chose Handsome: a joke on his long, gangily, unattractive form, only made worse by his stumpy tail, and his paws, with extra fingers that made them look like Twoleg hands.

The cats he'd grown up with before, with the exception of his mother, were loners. They were all at least as old as Gingertuft, or older, and Percy and Robin were the only cats his age that Handsome had grown up with. These cats were rogues--those that knew about the clans didn't respect them, and they were truly more violent than the loners. But on the positive side, a lot of them were around Handsome's age, and he finally got to experience what it was like to have friends. The rogues had a sense of organization. Rogues with rules, and duties, rogues with territory, rogues with a reputation. Handsome liked that. It was good to have something reliable for once. He started to befriend his new peers, take responsibility for the rest of the cats around him, teach younger cats how to make it on the streets--and soon, he was back to the relaxed personality he'd had when he'd lived with his family.

Handsome was pretty popular; regardless of how far away from his namesake he sometimes looked. He seemed to have mange more often than not, even getting a patch on the left side of his face which lost him his whiskers--and when the mange cleared up, the whiskers didn't seem to grow back. He walked with almost a lopsided gait, between his tail and his whiskers, but he became known for it, as if it was just another cool aspect of him. Despite everything, he was still a good hunter and a better fighter, and he seemed to catch attention from his clanmates too. Handsome finally felt like he fit in somewhere again, like he had a place, and late at night he quietly wished to the stars that Percy and Robin had found a place where they felt they truly belonged, too.

Handsome ran with the rogues for a long time. When things were good and plentiful, they ate mice, rats, and the occasional bird--when they were bad, they dug through Twoleg dumpsters and ate what was left of the meals they fed themselves with. Handsome took a mate, a tom named Hoover who was known for eating literally anything, and life was good. They shared tongues under the bellies of dead Monsters, munched on remains of processed meats from Twolegs that they had never tasted naturally to identify, and they protected their terf from any rogues who weren't part of their group. Cats came and went--some decided to move on from the group. Some grew sick from hunger and disease and the frigid cold of Leafbare, and no matter how careful they were, Monsters still claimed lives of even the best Monster-dodgers in the group. Handsome's life was never really safe, and it was far from stable, but he had friends, and he had purpose.

Hoover didn't live nearly as long as Handsome. What Handsome would turn his nose up at eating, Hoover would still be more than happy to eat. He'd chide the other for being picky; they were starving, so now really wasn't the time to show his stuck-up kittypet genes! Even if a carcass was crawling with maggots, Hoover simply boasted of the "extra flavor." He seemed to find it comedic that everyone was so repulsed by his meals, and even though Handsome cringed a little at the smell of Hoover's breath when the other tom groomed him, he liked watching that playful snarky side to his mate. But unfortunately, his choice in food got the better of him after a while. Handsome stayed by the tom's side as he grew ill, rapidly, grooming his patchy fur until his mate passed away.

Although this felt a little harder without his mate by his side, Handsome continued on--he had to, because their life didn't leave time for grief. Seasons came and went, and not much changed, until a cat named Viper decided that she was going to be the leader of this little group of rogues--a group that had always been leaderless. She claimed she had been encouraged by stories of cats in the forests--the clancats, who Handsome had heard talk of before, but also by Scourge, Bone, and BloodClan. Why couldn't the rogues have a leader? Some of the group seemed accepting of it, as long as things didn't change too much. Some of the cats despised the idea of one cat being superior to the rest. Viper won her fair share of scuffles with cats who challenged her, and the rest of the cats who didn't want to follow simply left. Handsome watched friends leave, but he also had friends remaining. He didn't like Viper, and he didn't like what she was doing to his home--but it was his home, nonetheless.

Eventually, things did change. Viper created a stronger caste system in the rogues, choosing a strong cat to be her second; she chose Handsome. It wasn't really an optional position. She told him he was going to be her second and proceeded to speak to him as such. She changed the order of things; if prey was caught, the leader ate first, to ensure she could stay strong, to lead her clan. Handsome was allowed the next meal, and then the stronger cats next. Older cats, weaker cats, and kitting females seemed to serve little use to her. Handsome had always known it was every cat for themselves on the streets, but as a community, they had always done their best to look after those who couldn't look after themselves. He found Viper's rule vile--but if he didn't stay, who could hope to keep her under control?

With another Leafbare upon them, things felt more and more desperate. Elders and queens were hungry, and it turned Handsome's stomach to watch Viper grow fat while her companions wittled away. He didn't know where to go to get more food, but his eyes continued to look towards the forests, wondering how much prey lie out there. Everyone said there were so many clan cats, so there must have been so much prey to support them, surely. Considering his options, Handsome finally crossed the Thunderpath, and headed into the forest.

Prey wasn't as plentiful as he expected, but there was certainly more of it. There were things he didn't know how to hunt, hissing as rabbits escaped him and burrowed away into the ground. The wetlands were more promising, managing to catch voles, mice, and frogs, and what he caught, he brought back to his home and snuck to the elders and queens. It felt good to be able to help again; and so when he had the time and knew Viper wasn't following, he snuck back into the woods again. He made the trip a few times, thinking himself very sneaky--until he was caught by two cats, and barely managed to hold his own against them in a skirmish.

They explained they were ShadowClan cats--and that this was ShadowClan territory, and that was ShadowClan prey that Handsome was stealing. It was definitely an awkward situation to be in, and Handsome knew that in his territory, he'd be lucky to get out alive if he had been caught doing this. But he had charmed his way out of worse situations. The cats seemed somewhat sympathetic to him when he explained why he'd stolen the prey, but it didn't change the fact that it was their food, and they needed it. One of the cats, a male named Whiteclaw, jokingly said that if he wanted to eat ShadowClan prey, he needed to be a ShadowClan cat. Handsome didn't think it was an invitation--but he came back again anyway.

He was lucky that Whiteclaw was the cat who caught him again, although Whiteclaw was unlucky that he was alone this time. Instead of stealing prey or fighting, Handsome asked Whiteclaw to tell him about the clans, and he was shocked to find that it seemed the dynamic he'd been longing for actually existed in the forest. Everyone worked together so that things could flourish, and they took care of the elderly, the kittens, and the queens first and foremost. The sense of community made Handsome long to be a part of the clan, and Whiteclaw, who initially didn't want the flea-bitten rogue anywhere near his family, seemed to soften a little as they two spoke and bonded. With no prey this time, but hope for a brighter future, Handsome bid the tom farewell and headed back to Twolegplace.

If Handsome was going to leave his life behind, he wasn't going to leave it the way it was now. He couldn't tolerate the idea of letting Viper reign supreme over the cats who had always existed peacefully--or peacefully enough, and had taken care of each other. He told Viper about the clans--about the ShadowClan territory, and how plentiful it was. He told her the ShadowClan cats were weak, and it would be like taking prey from kittens to take enough of their land to sustain the clan. Viper was more than pleased with that knowledge, and Handsome offered to show her the land, so she could see the paradise for herself. Once they were far enough away from Twolegplace, Handsome turned on her. Although she was strong, Handsome had determination on his side, and he found his opening, biting down harshly on her throat. He left her body where it was, cleaning himself of her blood before heading to ShadowClan territory. He stopped just once to peer over his shoulder at the life he was leaving behind, but he knew he had left a better life for his former companions, and maybe now, he would belong again.
coyotefang | 32 - 58 ☾
It was not exactly a cakewalk to just join ShadowClan; Whiteclaw was surprised when a patrol brought Handsome into the camp, and even more surprised when the rogue dipped his head to Sleekstar and begged for a chance as a member of the clan. There were many ShadowClan cats who were against his joining, as expected of a rogue, but to his surprise, Whiteclaw vouched for him--and if Whiteclaw was vouching for him, then his mate, Sorrelfur would as well. To Handsome's surprise, Sleekstar seemed to see something in Handsome, and allowed him to stay as a trial. If he proved his worth, and loyalty to ShadowClan, she would discuss a permanent home here for him.

Whiteclaw was charged with keeping an eye on Handsome, since he was the one who had vouched for him, and so the tom took to showing him the ropes. He didn't have to teach him much--it turned out he already knew how to hunt and fight quite well, so most of what he told him was about the code. He explained the different clans, the different roles of cats within the clans--like medicine cats, which was an extraordinary concept to Handsome. And he told him about StarClan. Handsome couldn't say that that sounded even remotely realistic. A collection of cats who lived in the sky and spoke through the dreams of medicine cats? It was complete rubbish, but... he did like the idea of thinking Gingertuft and Hoover had gone somewhere nice after they'd died.

Whiteclaw introduced him to any clanmates willing to humor him, eventually leading him to the medicine cat to meet Fawndream, Bluepaw, and his son, Wildpaw, who was recovering from injuries from a coyote. Handsome found it incredible; Wildpaw was clearly mangled and injured, but it was so much more than what he could say for his own mother. The fact that medicine cats had saved Wildpaw while his mother had perished from a similar incident made him even more impressed with medicine cats--and with clancats, for taking care of each other so well. He took on apprentice tasks, helping the medicine cats gather herbs, and in return, they helped to treat his fleas and mange, until he finally had a clean bill of health.

Time passed, and ShadowClan grew more trusting of Handsome. He was allowed on patrols that Whiteclaw didn't join him on. Some cats shared tongues and shared prey with him. Elders happily yapped his ears off with stories. The sense of belonging came again, and knowing how long the clans had been established for and how their connection to StarClan ruled them, Handsome wasn't afraid of any drastic changes taking that away. He was enjoying himself; even if he felt a bit like an outsider, he felt like he belonged, too.

After about a moon and a half, Sleekstar decided to make a decision about Handsome. Since he had been providing for ShadowClan as much as any member, and it seemed like he was trusted by a good portion of them, she decided to allow him to become a permanent member of the clan. Handsome agreed to accept a warrior name; he was used to taking new names as his life changed, scarcely able to remember being called Reese anymore. Sleekstar named him Coyotefang, for his feral fighting style and, he suspected, to mark him clearly as an outsider. Whiteclaw and Sorrelfur welcomed him to the clan, but he could tell they were uneasy about his new name. He expected Wildpaw was as well, considering what had happened to him. But he supposed what was most important was that he was a clan member, and at the end of the day, he belonged here now.

With his new name, Coyotefang worked hard to earn his place in his new clan. There were still cats who didn’t accept him, but he earned his place where it mattered. Sleekstar seemed to trust him, offering to take patrols with him every now and then, and he felt like there could be something between them. He flirted with cheek when they were alone, and even though Sleekstar didn’t give too much away, he was sure her face was warm under her dark pelt.

Sleekstar’s trust paid off as she offered him an apprentice. The little she-cat was called Mosspaw, a dusky brown tabby with soft green eyes and an even softer voice. Coyotefang was surprised not only that such a young cat was being trusted to him, but also that such a quiet and small one at that. Still, he did want to do the best he could for his new clan, and he took her training very seriously. It was clear Mosspaw was afraid of him initially, but as they trained together, Mosspaw loosened up and grew more comfortable, even becoming comfortable enough to tease the older tom about his half-whisker face and clumsy, lopsided gait. Coyotefang was proud beyond words when she became Mossdapple. Sleekstar seemed proud too, whispering in his ear after the ceremony that he had truly proven himself to the clan now. It did feel good to hear that; and before long, Coyotefang was following Sleekstar into her den at night when the watch wasn’t paying attention.

As good as his life was becoming, Coyotefang was starting to learn that nothing good could stay good for long. Prey started becoming harder to find, ashamed every time he returned to camp with no prey. The river started shrinking, and the lake with it. SkyClan fell sick, and the sickness soon spread to the other clans too. Coyotefang watched in agony as his first friend in the clan, Whiteclaw, succumbed to the disease, doing what he could to comfort Sorrelfur and Wildfire. But there was only so much that could be done, until the prophecies came. Five cats, one of each clan, spoke out in a gathering that the clans needed to leave the lake, that StarClan had told them. Coyotefang’s eyes were trained on Sleekstar, watching to see how she felt. Although it was clear she was scared, she stood strong with the other leaders as they listened to the voices of StarClan’s messengers; they would have to leave.

It was painful to think that just when Coyotefang was finally feeling like he was home, he would have to leave, and his mind flitted back to his friends in the streets, and his family, hopeful that their bellies were all full. But he tried to put on a brave face so that Sleekstar could rely on him, and his other clan mates would still see him as reliable. Before long, the journey began, and ShadowClan were on their way through the mountains.

Tragedy struck not long into the journey, as Sleekstar’s deputy, who had been a little sickly before leaving but had started to look better, declined again. Although the cat tried their best, it became clear that they weren’t going to survive. Sleekstar and several ShadowClan cats lingered behind the other journeying cats to say goodbye, even if it meant walking that much faster tomorrow to catch up. Once ShadowClan was reunited, Sleekstar knew she had to name a deputy in case something happened to herself during the journey—and to every cat’s surprise, she chose Coyotefang. Even though it was something of an unpopular choice, Coyotefang accepted, if only because he knew Sleekstar wouldn’t have offered him the position if she wasn’t completely certain, and entirely sure he would be good for the clan. He thanked her, and she whispered, teasingly, that he better not let her down.

But it wasn’t long before he felt like he was letting her down. The mountains were treacherous, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t keep everyone safe. Sorrelfur lost her footing on a cliff face and tumbled to her death, nearly taking Wildfire down with her. Coyotefang nearly launched himself off a cliff as well, trying to down a hawk that had snatched Mossdapple. Watching his friends and his apprentice perish was agonizing, but he finally understood that this was the family and community he’d always craved. Painful as it was, every loss hardened him and made him more determined to do well for his clan.

Just when it felt like they might never reach their new home, they did. Coyotefang felt such relief at the sight of the fjords, looking to Sleekstar incredulously. They did it; they were finally home, and their problems could end.
coyotestar | 58 - ... ☾

At least, that’s what Coyotefang had thought. It wasn’t long at all before Sleekstar’s health started to decline; the medicine cats explaining sadly that it seemed she had just completely worn herself out during the journey and completely compromised her health. Coyotefang couldn’t believe he was having to go through this pain again when everything was supposed to be good now, and he stayed by Sleekstar’s side until she died. She told him that it was okay; she knew ShadowClan was safe in his big, handsome paws. Even though becoming the leader was impossible to imagine, Coyotefang would have done anything Sleekstar asked to keep from letting her down.

Although it was challenging, Coyotefang knew he had to stand tall before his clan, and so he headed with the medicine cats to the Mooncave. His belief in StarClan had never been particularly high, but seeing the way everyone else believed in it made him think that it was at least possible--and after all, if StarClan hadn't led the cats through the mountains, would they ever have made it? All the same, when he arrived at the Mooncave, he had no idea what he could find, delicately dipping his chin into the waters and closing his eyes.

With no idea what to expect, the emptiness didn't surprise him too much. It was darker than he expected for a place called StarClan--even when he squinted, he could only see a few stars. But out of the stars suddenly walked Sleekstar, her pelt black as pitch but glistening with stars. Coyotefang pressed his forehead to hers, listening to the rumble from his mate's purrs and feeling his heart beat painfully at the familiarity. But the news Sleekstar had brought was not good news.

StarClan had not followed the clans. Sleekstar, and WindClan's leader, Reedstar, were all they had. Despite not recieving his nine lines, Coyotefang thought the best thing to do would be to follow tradition and take the name Coyotestar. One thing out of the way--next, he just had to decide what to tell his clan.

tl;dr

0 ☾ - reese is born to gingertuft along with his siblings percy and robin
11 ☾ - gingertuft is killed by a loose dog; percy decideds to become a kittypet.
12 ☾ - twolegs tie cans to reese's tail, and eventually, he looses half of it
12 ☾ - reese joins a new group of rogues; he is renamed 'handsome'
16 ☾ - handsome becomes mates with hoover
26 ☾ - hoover dies of illness
28 ☾ - viper takes over the group of loners, to the upset of the group
32 ☾ - handsome kills viper and flees the group to join shadowclan
33 ☾ - handsome is allowed to officially join, renamed 'coyotefang'
36 ☾ - coyotefang takes on mosspaw as his apprentice
42 ☾ - mosspaw becomes mossdapple
42 ☾ - coyotefang and sleekstar become mates (kind of secret but not that secret)
46 ☾ - the clans begin their journey
47 ☾ - sleekstar's deputy dies of illness; coyotefang is named new deputy
58 ☾ - sleekstar dies; coyotefang becomes leader, coyotestar

About
Personality:

Include at least a sentence description of each trait.

+ [ adaptable | nonchalant | chatty ]
> [ flirty | unceremonious | just ]
- [ grungy | crass | suspicious ]

adaptable :: Having lived so many different lives by now, Coyotestar is a pretty good at shifting his routine, and even, to an extent, his beliefs, to fit the world he's in. In a broad sense, he doesn't struggle to fit in, and can change his life with relative ease.
nonchalant :: Coyotestar is a pretty laid-back cat, although he isn't senseless enough to brush off serious matters. He feels as though he's gone through enough in his life to be able to look at things with a cool head and think through the best course of action.
chatty :: Although Coyotestar certainly isn't everyone's cup of tea, he is very social. He'll happily chat with anyone who lets him, and doesn't get hurt by things like social rejection. He knows not everyone is going to like him, and that's fine; he'll talk the ear off of the people who don't mind him, happily.

flirty :: Coyotestar has only had two serious mates over the course of his life, but he tends to speak in a easy, flirty way regardless of whether he has a mate or not. Flirting doesn't necessarily amount to interest, but it's a comfortable way to see if there could be a connection, since he prefers clever talk to a pretty pelt. Still, flirting can get under the skins of cats, and those in couples may see it quite differently to Coyotestar.
unceremonious :: Having spent most of his life as a rogue, Coyotestar isn't an expert at manners, even if he's trying his best! Some things that he does are seen as quite impolite or gross, but he never means anything by it. Still, his abruptness can be helpful when it comes to communication--sometimes. And being a little rough isn't the worst thing a cat could be.
just :: Coyotestar has a strong sense of justice, especially for a rogue. Even if his definitions of right and wrong may be slightly skewed when it comes to the way clancats view right and wrong, if he thinks something is an injustice, he'll do something unlawful if he feels what he's doing is right.

grungy :: Personal hygeine just isn't that high on Coyotestar's list of important things. Once ridden with fleas and mange, Coyotestar has always had to put protecting himself and getting food into his belly far, far above making sure his pelt is well-groomed. At this point, having lost his tail, half his whiskers, and patches of fur here and there, he doesn't see much point is trying to put glitter on a piece of shit. He's clearly still a piece of shit.
crass :: Coyotestar speaks his mind, which is good, but he often uses less polite words to do so, which isn't ever really good. As a rogue, swearing and being crude made you popular, but in a clan, many cats look down on it. He tries to watch his tongue, but it's hard to teach an old cat new tricks.
suspicious :: Coyotestar has proved himself as worthy in, as far as he's concerned, the eyes of those who matter. But many ShadowClan cats are still uncomfortable with a former rogue being leader--and possibly, some may think he romanced Sleekstar to his own gain. Outside of ShadowClan, plenty of cats are likely equally uncomfortable with a rogue as a leader--does someone like that deserve to be gifted nine lives from StarClan? And given that ShadowClan, historically, has been led to do wicked things thanks to rogues and code-breaking warriors, can ShadowClan as a whole be trusted under Coyotestar's leadership?

Likes: the sky over ShadowClan's territory, fresh-caught prey, heights, the smell of the earth after rain
Dislikes: Twolegs, dogs, running water, the strictness of some aspects of the warrior code

Other Information:
By blood, Coyotestar is half ThunderClan, half kittypet. He began to suspect his mother was a clancat after he learned more about their naming conventions, but has no idea what clan she was in, and worries how ShadowClan might take it if they learn his ancestry is even worse than just being a rogue.
He still likes being called 'Handsome,' although he prefers if it's not meant as ironically as all the rogues used to say it.
He walks a little lopsided thanks to his missing whiskers and missing tail.
Coyotestar is terrified of Twolegs.
Secretly he was named Reese because of his orange eyebrows looking like reese's pieces.

Relationships
Orientation: Bisexual; not very picky to be honest. Nothing is more attractive to him than good banter and easy back-and-forth.
Looking for: Not looking for another mate; he's still mourning Sleekstar's loss.
Ideal Relationship and Traits:

Mentor: Whiteclaw
Apprentice: Mossdapple
Crush: None
Mate: None
Ex-Mate/s: Hoover, Sleekstar
Kin: Percy, Robin, Zeus, Gingertuft

Wildfire | aerioi | Clanmate
"I know you're not so hot on me, but I'll keep my eye on you for Whiteclaw and Sorrelfur's sakes all the same."

Sleekstar | NPC | Leader, mate
"Why didn't you tell me how tired you were before it got so bad? I would have carried a little more weight... I would have walked a little slower so you could rest... Sleekstar, how could you leave us like this? It's hard to pretend to be strong without you... but I know that's what you'd do. That's what you'd want. So I'll keep doing it."

Mossdapple | NPC | Apprentice
"... Not really sure I'm worthy of saying anything to you, Mossdapple but... I'm sorry... I tried--I should have tried harder to save you.."

Whiteclaw and Sorrelfur | NPC | Friends
"Whiteclaw.. thank you for believing in me in the first place. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, and for you, Sorrelfur, standing behind me when I first came here. I wish I could have done more for you, but... I hope StarClan suits you nicely. I'll keep an eye on Wildfire for you."

Viper | NPC | Former "Leader"
"I hope the maggots and crows make a good meal out of you."

Hoover | NPC | Former mate
"I miss you Hoover, but I know you always lived life to its fullest. Wherever you are now, I hope there's lots to eat."

Roleplay
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