'Iliahimist

'Iliahimist is a heart-twistingly gorgeous black she-cat with a neck mane that shines in the sun and glows in the twilight, tinged rusty orange at the edges of her mane and fur, a white back-left hindpaw. She has bright and divine green eyes.

Personality
'Iliahimist is very stoic in nature - never smiling, never frowning - and treats all of her cats as an equal, an example being if a warrior gets punished, everyone gets punished, so no cat dares to cross her. She keeps a calm, ancient authority about her; the strict aura around her is sometimes overwhelming, especially to the more inexperienced warriors/apprentices or kits. She hasn't had to yowl once at a cat, to their relief; StarClan know that 'Dark Forest hath no fury like 'Iliahimist' in a show of outward anger. Everywhere she looks, she thinks she notices at least one male flinching away, being caught staring after her, and sometimes she even believes she catches females staring in awestruck wonder; even taken males who are loyal to their mates become a little fidgety around her, she has noticed.

She abhors it.

'Iliahimist hates her beauty, hates the way males might pad after her, despises the way females might long after her pelt in jealousy, feels nothing but contempt for how  perfectly  every cat seems to view her, and is dripping with animosity at the fact that she could woo most toms over by just being a little flirty. It makes her shudder in disgust, at herself and the cats who make it obvious that they like her in a romantic setting. It infuriates her to think that she seems to not have  one  flaw in her pelt, and has recently started thinking about chewing some of her pelt clean off to make herself look... uglier. She envies the naturally flawed females who don't aren't exactly the prettiest, and she wants to desperately prove that she's a normal cat - with the same chance as any cat to find a mate, and that she has the same capabilities as any other cat. She works as desperately as she can without losing her dignity to prove that she is as flawed as the next cat. When she's not working her tail off for her Clan, she's in her den, pondering any possible ways to not just be listed as the most pulchritudinous leader CliffClan ever had. She racks her head for ways to fail miserably, but any time she tries, she somehow gets praise for it, making her even more angry. Due to all this anger, she isolates herself from every cat that tries to make casual conversation with her, assuming that they just want to admire her body, rather than to get to know her. Other than this, she really is a well-seasoned cat, excelling at any task given, and she leads tremendously, her cats loyal to the last breath, wherever their priorities lie. She also tends to be the most level-headed and sensible leader of the four, which more or less balances with abrasiveness.

History
She was always told as a kit variants of: 'You are perfect, 'Iliahikit.' She grew up separated from the other kits, physically and emotionally. she never got to play much with the other kits, but when she did, she had loads of fun - like a kit should. 'Iliahipaw was a worthy apprentice as well - catching on to most of what her mentor would say - and soon excelled over the other apprentices, who despised her, unknown to her. She grew confident and boastful; she knew she was pretty, and she loved it, and by the end of her apprenticeship, she had successfully wooed and rejected many a tom, not all from the same Clan. No cat seemed to notice her change in behavior when it initially started except the other apprentices, and when she was named, none of her denmates cheered very loudly. Half a year into her adult cat life, her father fell sick during the cold season and eventually died of a mystery lump in his stomach, and the horrible cough worse than greencough that followed. Devastated, she looked to her denmates for comfort, who obviously pushed her away for the heartache she had caused. It was then that she realized what she had done, and since then she had tried her hardest to make up for it. When she had been nominated to be deputy, she had taken the offer; maybe she could finally undo the damage she had done. But she soon realized that the other cats her age thought differently; just another way to prove how good she is. It was then she'd started to feel contrite for causing these things she'd done, and she spends every waking moment on duties and making herself lower than a snake.