[Starfall]

name : Fallenstar
age :35 moons
gender : Male
rank : Leader
body type ( short, tall, sleek, etc ) : Bulky, tall
best battle moves : Just tackling them head on, biting the neck
personality : In link
appearance : In link
role: Cat who takes one of Goldenstar's lives
roleplay example : [Taken from Riverclan Streamstone]
He was choking on it, and he didn't know how to suppress it, it was eating away at him, and he didn't know what to do about it. He was happy for the molly, she was a clanmate he knew quite well and he had liked how straight-forward she was when they were chatting in the clearing, she was the perfect feline to keep him in check, to make sure he's the leader Riverclan needed him to be. But he couldn't swallow down the hatred again, he tried and tried, but everytime he swallowed, it choked him, almost torturing him, killing him slowly. He couldn't snuff out the blazing hatred that welled up in his stomach. Of course it wasn't directed toward the molly herself, but rather, the rank itself. The tom thinned out his smile and tried his hardest to hide the anger and rage the moment he saw her deflate, the moment he realized he was ruining a perfect moment for her. He replaced his serious gaze with that of a small, rather forced, smile, and the second he did that, he could feel the anger burn even brighter, and he had no choice but to push it back by himself this time, Honeypool wasn't here to drive it away with a smile, she wasn't here to support and ensure him, he was all by himself.

Fallenstar ripped himself out of his thoughts and gave the molly a small, swift smile, as though he was apologizing for the cold gaze he was giving her. He was unstable, mentally, unstable, he couldn't tell right from wrong, it was just as bad the moment he met the ginger warrior who managed to snatch his fondness and run away with it. The blurred lines between his morals were growing more and more obscure. As she answered, a firm, yet unsure answer he nodded his head and stepped even closer, practically teetering off the edge, as if he was going to fall, as if he was going to jump, and honestly, he had thought about it before, if the drop was enough to take out all nine lives. He looked at the ginger molly, his lapis hues met and focused on Daisyshade's own, but only for a few seconds, before he lifted his muzzle and looked up at the sky, the brush of dawn, purple with a wave of light blue beyond the mountains, with pink clouds littering the sky. "I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of Riverclan is Daisyshade." he called, his voice booming in the silent clearing, this statement mean he wasn't taking no for an answer. The burly feline looked back down at the smaller molly, noticing the question in her eyes, and honestly, he dipped his head in answer to her question she hadn't yet asked aloud.
ppd : 6.14
how often are you usally on ? ( i need active members ) Every day
other: na
questions : na

name : Onesong
age :22 moons
gender : Male
rank : Warrior
body type ( short, tall, sleek, etc ) : Sleek, slim, average height
best battle moves : attacking from above
personality : In link
appearance : In link
role: Patrol member
roleplay example : ^^
ppd : ^^
how often are you usally on ? ( i need active members ) ^^
other: na
questions : na