Jaegerstar

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Name | Miranda Jaegertail Jaegerstar Gender | She-cat Age | 47 moons Rank Leader Beliefs Jaegerstar believes in StarClan, but prefers to keep her distance. She plans for the future but lives in the now, meaning she does not concern herself with whether or not she will go to StarClan. Receiving her nine lives was certainly an awakening experience, and wiped all doubt from her mind that she might have had about their existence, however she is no more concerned for them than she was pre-visit to the moonglade. They didn't play a large role in her life as a warrior, and she hadn't even heard of them as a rogue, so in her opinion, why should it be any different now that she's leader? "Thank you for the extra lives. Now let me lead my clan." Clan | StreamClan Parents | Kingsley [father x unknown x np] Rook [mother x deaceased x np] Siblings | Bishop [brother x unkown x np] Mate | Nathaniel [ex-mate x unknown x np] Kits | Swallow-whisker [daughter x alive x np] adoptable Ternflower [daughter x alive x np] adoptable Apprentice/Mentor | Snowstorm Appearance | Jaegerstar is average-sized for a she-cat, but carries herself in such a way that you cannot help but think she is taller than you. She holds her head high, and her grey tabby coat is always groomed to perfection. She might not be the most striking cat, but she never has a hair out of place. Her green eyes are always alight with an attentive spark, for she is never not on the watch for problems or inconsistencies. Personality | Many figures from Jaegerstar's past would not hesitate to call her a dragon of a she-cat...and her clanmates would be hard-pressed to deny that she's hard to get along with. It's her way or the highway, and if she asks for something to be done it'd better get done or there'll be hell to pay. Her anger is cold, not hot, and it has been said that you can feel her disappointment when she levels a cold stare at you if you've screwed up. She does not yell, as she finds it unseemly, but she will not hesitate to voice her discontent...usually with a sarcastic or blunt remark that renders a cat feeling much lower than if she had shouted or clawed them. Her cold demeanor can be off putting even at the best of times, but she'll tell you how it is if you ask. Honesty is an unspoken rule for her, and those she speaks with had better tell the truth. StarClan knows she does in her own blunt way, and as such she expects no less of her clanmates. However, she'll never call a cat out on a lie. Rather, she'll just think less of them...and any cat she thinks less of will have to work their butt off to prove themselves in her eyes. "Be a dear and give the border a quick sweep would you? Oh, don't give a thought about how late it is. An invading clan won't think twice about that. Besides, the moon is highest at midnight. Good lighting for you." Jaegerstar has a low tolerance for fools and expects her every order to be followed to the letter. There is no room for mistakes or failures. If you do it wrong the first time, do it again. It's that simple. She herself will preform a task over and over until it has been completed in a manner that is satisfactory to her expectations. A perfectionist? Yes. Her mother raised her to expect nothing less than the best of herself and others, and this has been carried over to her leadership style. A few other things have been carried over to her leadership style as well...namely her issues with control. She likes to be in control of a situation at all times. Opinions? Only if they're her's. She is deathly afraid of being challenged, and as a result she relies on herself and her own mind to make decisions. Letting others control what happens threatens her own control. Though she is undeniably a hard-ass, there are some redeeming qualities to be found in Jaegerstar. She maintains a level head even in the most stressful and hectic of situations, and her calm is nearly impossible to disturb. She prides herself on keeping her cool for to let yourself lose control of your own person- nevermind those you are in charge of- is a sign of weakness...and well, let no cat dare say Jaegerstar is weak. Her loyalty to her clan is unquestionable, and Jaegerstar will unhesitatingly lead any charge into battle. She's been given extra lives, so she believes there is no excuse for her to be playing it safe in the den while her clanmates are risking their lives...not that she played it safe in her den in the first place. After all, she didn't get to be leader by sitting on her butt. And if it is any consolation to those who have been subject to Jaegerstar's demands of perfection: she will never ask a clanmate to do something she could not do, with only one exception: swim. Jaegerstar has no issue with water. At least, she has no issue with shallow water. In shallow water she can fish with the best...but any deeper and her tail is a-fluff in a rare instance of nervousness. She cannot swim and fears the deeper waters of her territory near as much as she fears losing her control. She is extremely careful to keep this a secret though. The leader of StreamClan. StreamClan. Admitting she can't swim? She'd have to be an absolute idiot to even consider it. Skills | A decent fighter and an even better hunter, Jaegerstar is very capable of both defending and providing for her clan. She leads patrols often, using them to get to know her clanmates better; or rather, getting to know who she can depend on to get a job done and who she cannot. Her tracking is passable, as without it she can hardly hunt, and she has been working daily to improve it. Swimming though? Well...you would expect the StreamClan leader to be the best of the best as far as something like that goes...but here's the thing: she can't swim. And the reason she hasn't tried to learn is because to do that she'd need help. And to get help she'd have to admit to a cat that she can't swim...which is out of the question. Period. History | Jaegerstar was born to the leader of a rogue gang as Miranda. Her mother, Rook, hoped for her daughter to take over the gang after she was gone, and so there was a pressure on her to be better than her brother Bishop in everything she did. She had to walk better, hunt better, fight better, even look better than he did, because as much as Rook wanted her daughter succeed her, she did not want to hand over the position to someone who proved incapable. It was no surprise that a resentment grew between Miranda and Bishop. It wasn't easy to be trained by her mother, a veritable bear of a woman. Even their father left eventually, fed up with her hard-ass ways. But Miranda refused to quit. She soldiered on, seeking to be everything her mother wanted, long after Bishop quit the unspoken contest between them. To be what mother wanted was to have her approval. And to have her mother's approval was to be loved. She was raised to be the leader of the gang and when her mother passed away that was just the position she took. The transition was smooth, and not just because it was family taking over for family. Miranda was all but a clone of her mother: a perfectionist who sought nothing but the best of those who served her. However, unlike her mother, Miranda was prone to using words rather than claws to make her points and keep her cats in line. She had learned, through her brother, that words had a powerful effect on others when used in just the right way. She could break a cat down or lift them to the greatest heights with a well-timed purr of praise or a blunt and crushing remark. Two generations of hard-asses though was beginning to wear on the gang, and her brother Bishop found that there were many who would support him were he to challenge his sister. And so that's exactly what he did. The usurping was swift, and Miranda was kicked out to find her way on her own. Nursing a damaged heart and ego she stumbled upon the clans-StreamClan to be exact: She approached the border warily, eying the stream with much disdain before attempting to cross. "It can't be that hard can it?" Swimming, that is. She slid tentatively into the water, but as soon as her paws could not touch the bottom she was in trouble. Miranda flailed uselessly about, breathing water more often than air. But just as she started to feel herself fade, a strong jaw gripped her and hauled her out of the water to the opposite shore. "Geez, miss...I've never seen a cat swim quite that badly before. Are you okay?" The jaws belonged to a cat named Barkwhisker, and the tom would later mentor her after convincing her to join StreamClan...but that would come later. After recovering her breath and assuring Barkwhisker that she was fine, she found a shallower end to cross and made her way to the ranch. She wasn't quite ready to join another group of cats yet. It was at the ranch that she met Nathaniel, a charming tom who didn't seem to mind her obsession with perfection. Unfortunately, the longer they stayed together the more he seemed to mind. In the end he left her with two kits to care for. "If I wanted to deal with a control freak I'd go join one of those clans. Have a nice life." Determined to raise her kits without help, she stayed at the ranch. But she couldn't hunt for them and keep an eye on them at the same time, and when she had to leave them she was unbearably nervous; a feeling she was not used to. But she had to stay strong for them. She had to be calm and collected. It wouldn't do for them to see their mother out of sorts. However, she at last had to admit that she couldn't do it alone. Miranda thought of the clans and of Barkwhisker. Perhaps the offer of membership was still open. It was. And with other queens around to care for her kits she could hunt and train with the tom who had saved her from drowning. Somehow, the newly named Jaegerpaw, managed to balance raising her kits with training to be a warrior, and around the time her own kits were ready to be apprenticed, she received her warrior name: Jaegertail. Once her kits no longer depended on her, Jaegertail began to return to her old hard-ass self. She was deathly loyal to StreamClan, despite still not being able to swim (all attempts to teach her by Barkwhisker had been harshly rejected) for the service they had done for her and her kits, now Swallowpaw and Ternpaw, but she couldn't help her desire for perfection in all that she did...and in all that others did. Her apprentice, Snowpaw, learned to live with this though. Jaegertail trained her relentlessly, ironing out any imperfection with practice, ensuring any mistake would not be committed again. It was hard going for her, but in the end no one could say that Snowpaw didn't deserve to be a warrior when the time came for her to take her warrior name...and Jaegertail couldn't have been prouder to see her apprentice join her in the warrior den. Snowstorm had earned it, truly earned it, and Jaegertail felt this allowed her to appreciate the advancement all the more. Unfortunately, life doesn't really care about perfection. In a cruel turn of events Jaegertail saw her clan stripped of its leader, deputy, and medicine cat. What happened to Badgernose no one could say, but Stormfoot was undeniably dead...and it was only by some miracle that Cloudstar was alive to retire and choose a new leader for StreamClan. "Streamclan needs a rock, Jaegertail. Now more than ever. Lend your clanmates your strength and unwavering will as you lead them to a better future." The journey to the Moonglade was long. The hours felt like days as Jaegertail contemplated what would happen. She couldn't speak about it with Storkflower, for all he was now medicine cat...and she didn't want to. She had always had her doubts about StarClan, and now she was being pushed into a situation where doubts just did not belong. She had to be strong though. If not for her clan, then for herself. "Welcome Jaegertail..." Though the cats she had seen had been no more than shadows, and she couldn't say she recognized any of them, the warmth...the pain...the elation...the rollercoaster of feelings and sensations she had felt as she received her lives...was more than enough to convince her that the ancestors did exist. It was not, however, enough to make her give them any more concern than she had before. She had a clan to lead now and silly worries like whether or not she had a good relationship with the ancestors would only get in the way. Other | Aspenheart will be adopted out, killed off, or will step down as deputy should I receive this position. Role Play Example | The tip of Jaegarstar's tail twitched, the only sign of her irritation. The cat before her watched it like it was a snake about to strike, and his own nervousness was plain to be seen. Any bystander would be wondering what Snow-whisker had to be nervous about...Jaegerstar hadn't said one word to him since she called him over. Indeed, she had only gazed at him through cold green eyes, her eyebrows raised expectantly. She knew exactly what he had done, but refused to put the words in his mouth. He was a warrior and as such he should have a certain sense of responsibility, enough to admit that- "Jaegarstar I...crossed into PineClan territory today." "Did you? And why would you do that?" "We need the prey and I just thought-" "No. No, you didn't think. Because if you had been thinking, Snow-whisker, you would not have invaded PineClan territory without my say. I would not expect this behavior of even the newest apprentice." The tom couldn't even meet his leader's eyes. Her soft voice, though quite nearly pleasant in tone, kept him in anticipation of a blowout. He expected her voice to slowly rise until she was yelling his mistake for all the clans to hear. But instead, she upheld that reasonable tone. A slight smile touched Jaegerstar's muzzle as she thought of a way to keep Snow-whisker from crossing the border again. He had to learn his lesson. StreamClan had been lucky that Gingerstar hadn't jumped to the conclusion that they were actively stealing prey. The clan was in no condition to fight the fierce ginger she-cat and her ever-loyal clanmates, and they might not be so lucky the next time a cat decided the prey pile was just small enough to warrant hunting in another clan's territory. "You will join every patrol of the border for a week. That's seven days, not including today, dawn, sunhigh, and dusk. Hopefully you'll have our territory so ingrained in your mind that you'll have trouble crossing the border to go to gatherings much less to steal prey." [bg=969797][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]