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𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳.𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦.𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴.R𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘯
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Onestar is a Turkish Angora who comes from Riverclan. He is twenty-five moons and has a peaked interest in tomcats, although this he hides quite well. He became the leader only two moons ago but has proudly taken on his new role and the responsibilities that come with it. Originally known as OneEye due to his heterochromatic eyes he was known for his sturdy build, excellent speed and swimming as well as leadership skills which helped him become deputy under the previous leader, GoldenStar.
He is known to be a bit shut off at first, always one to examine the people he is with before engaging, but once he opens up he is warmhearted and a friendly face. He is never hesitant to help one in need especially those he calls friends but sometimes if pushed around too much his anger gets the best of him and he can snap, although he is quick to apologize soon after. He is soft around his friends and especially kits as he's always wanted one of his own, but his lack of interest in she-cats has proven this difficult.

[zamatsenga]

✩ d u s t s t a r ✩
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dustkit dustpaw
dustfur duststar
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▹ 27 moons
▹ male
▹ homosexual
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▹ brown tabby
▹ yellow eyes
▹ scarred muz
zle
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▹ hardworking,
efficient, some
what tempara
mental, kind,
careful

[zamatsenga]

duststar steadied himself, his muscular body taught with alertness. the late afternoon sun gave everything a orange glow, and the river gleamed with a thousand points of light. the rock he was perched on was a large one, and overlooked the fast-flowing water. only the stronger warriors had dared to swim over the deep, treacherous stretch. duststar turned to his patrol, his amber eyes gleaming golden, and gestured with his tail for them to swim across into windclan territory. windclan had currently claimed to have discovered a new, faster route to the gathering place, which duststar and his patrol of cats were going to investigate.

he took a flying leap into the water, splashing droplets as he went. his powerful limbs churned hard as he recognised the sound of the other cats following his lead.
before long, he reached the bank, which was conveniently covered in tufts of moor grass and small vines. he grabbed hold of a partially submerged one, and used it to hoist himself up onto the bank.
shaking himself dry, duststar waited as the other cats, two toms and three she-cats, also reached the bank. he gently drew his paws over his head in an attempt to flatten the ruffled, wet fur on his head and muzzle. as the last cat clambered up onto the embankment, he called, "everyone alright?". the replies came almost immediately, and duststar stood quickly and turned on his heel, flicking his ears in the direction they were meant to be heading, holding his tail high in the age-old gesture of 'follow me!', and they trekked deep into the unfamiliar territory.