Spiderstar

**Spiderstar** is a smoke cat with olive-gold eyes.

**Spiderstar** was born as **Spiderkit** to unknown parents.

## Appearance

Spiderstar is a sun-bleached black smoke she-cat with golden eyes. She has a large, round figure and stands at an average height. Her fur is wiry and coarse, speckled with aging silver hairs. Once black, her coat is a dull chocolate color, banded with darker stripes. Underneath is a pale silver undercoat, visible through her thin pelt. Her ears are small, sharp and tattered with nicks and notches. Her tail is short and stumpy, half of it lost as an apprentice in battle with a predator. Her long white canine teeth are always visible. Her silver muzzle shows short and kinked whiskers. Her eyes are small and rounded, vibrant with a deep olive-gold and piercing black pupils.

## Personality

No name in the forest has ever held as much power as Spiderstar. Adored or despised, both would bow to her the same. She was royalty—her family garnering the respect of every disciple. Pride was a trait that ran through her veins, turned to greed in the worst of times. No cat would ever live with such meticulous success as she had.

Her dreams were filled with the images of cats telling her tale, and cats fearing her existence. She rose to the top, following her instincts, and did whatever she pleased. However, her castle was made of sand, and it came crashing down.

Without warning, she was a humble kittypet; her life was warm and bloodless. Returning to that life with a crown on her head was not an option, she’d come to find. Her life existed in a glass box with locked windows, her escape was a fever dream she could only toy with like a caged bird—visible but forever out of reach. Within her heart was a wick, flickering if another cat would dare to spark that determination within it…

Spiderstar was born a leader in the body of a weak kit. She worked every day of her youth becoming a cat worthy of the prestige of being a HollowClan warrior: feared and fearsome. She sought to identify her Clan’s weakest links, with her eyes focused on its pitiful leader. She vowed to change that—to make HollowClan into the Clan it deserved to be.

Though some would argue her methods were uncouth, Spiderstar didn’t believe her goals could have such restrictions. She learned early on in life that some cats were simply more expendable than others. Cats were either born with a raging instinct to win, while others lacked it. Any weak cats that stood in her way, didn’t for long. The strong, born from the toils of war and bloodshed, stood at her side.

Spiderstar was a master of sleight tricks. Most deaths were done away with by poisoned rabbits. Others starved when the times were hard, a cost of nature rather than her own claws she would say, though she held all the prey in her own den. Her friends and family, sharing kinship and war spoils, deserved more than those unproved.

Their ancestors were fearsome felines, lurking in the darkness and murky waters—the modern HollowClan were as hollow as their name. Oh, how it had to change, and change it Spiderstar did. The weakest of warriors were her drones, while the cats blood-proven sat in her circle. Leadership wasn’t something she held to herself, it was a mindset to be shared by those predisposed to it. Atop the world, her friends and family shared her crown.

Her judgment of character was sound. Her only mistake was dear Fogsplash. His claws, her blood splattered on the white snow… She could only hope in her kittypet daydreams that the blizzard had taken him away just the same. Fogsplash was her apprentice once, young and stupid and yet with an intelligence she admired. She’d trusted him with too much, and Cragstone had felt the same with his own apprentice. They’d molded these cats into the perfect warriors. What forces turned them astray?

Her two masterpieces had led her to her own death. They’d played on her determination to lead her into a blizzard and left her there to die. However, they too made a grave mistake: they underestimated the will of a cat to live in spite. Spiderstar had awoken from the cold to even colder hands, bright lights and a burning fire. The Twolegplace, with no way out. Though she refused their collars, she learnt to accept their food, their warmth and their shelter. Even if she’d led her life to believe this was the lowlife, she felt she had truly ascended, once she realized how easeful her life became. She’d worked so hard and it had finally paid off—she was living a life Clan cats could only dream of.

Some sleepless nights she dared herself to miss her family and friends. They were fleeting thoughts she feared, but the fear turned to anger over the moons, then to curiosity. What did HollowClan look like in the grips of traitors?

As little as she missed the Clan life, she was beginning to admit the ache in her bones and the thinness of her pelt. She was getting old. Death performed a distasteful dance in her mind behind more pleasant thoughts. Did StarClan’s sanctity hold true in her glass prison? She didn’t want to find out.

## Family

**Kits:**
Fawnsaunter (living, confirmed)
Foxfen (living, confirmed)

**Grandkits:**
Scarletdusk (living, confirmed)
Thrushbriar (living, confirmed)