Post by Charbarboo on Mar 26, 2009 7:52:13 GMT -5
Name: Stormcloud
Age: 20 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Stormcloud has a short-furred with a pelt as gray as the clouds during thunderstorms. Dappled on his rear are jet black spots, looking like pattered rain drops. His eyes are amber, popping out from his fur. Streaming out from his face are long, white whiskers.
He has a muscular body, good for chasing out rogues and fighting rival Clans. Stormcloud isn't the biggest, nor smallest cat in ShadowClan, he is the average size that you imagine a cat. His paws bigger than usual, long, sharp claws retracts from them. The tom's gray tall ends the short-fur streak and is much fluffier that the rest of his fur.
Personality: Stormcloud is just about the farthest thing away from a storm you can get. Around and in camp, he's not much of a social butterfly, he's more quite and thoughtful. But, if you ask around you'll find out that any cat would love having Stormcloud on their side. His thoughtfulness comes with his cunning intelligence, though he makes snap decisions that aren't always the right ones. He is determined and hard working on most anything he does.
He loves going to Gatherings, some how he feels safer around other Clans. He's probably more friendly at Gatherings than at his own camp. He is extremely loyal and would do anything for his Clan, though he doesn't like the idea of fighting other Clans, he would if his leader told him. Stormcloud has never thought about takings mate, he's never had that much of an interest in she-cats. Though, lately he's been giving a bit more attention to the she-cats around him.
In battle, Stormcloud is fierce and quick. Using his long claws to scare his enemies for long to come. (Even if he does apologize during the following Gathering.) He moves swiftly from one cat to another, never taking that much time on a certain cat. Just long enough to leave his mark. Only if he has to , does he use his teeth. He has not even killed another cat, and doesn't plan to. Though he is opposed of fighting, he is decent at it.
History: Stormcloud's history isn't full of grief and tragedy. It was pretty normal, to say the least. He was born to a litter of three, his siblings both toms. Not only that, but they all looked alike too. Their mother was loving, and he never really knew his father, but that was alright with him.
With three young kits all looking extremely similar, their mother often called them the wrong names for the first moon of their lives. Having his own mother not knowing who he was bothered Stormkit. Though, he knew she loved him and his brothers very much.
The gray tom's two siblings were always loud and played most of the day, with Stormkit just observing the camp and what was going on. Whenever his brothers would involve him in the play-fight by tackling him. He would always be surprised and think it was a real attack, pinning one of his brothers to the ground before he realized it was just playing. At other times, he would have his kit-sized claws unsheathed and only realize after he heard one of his brothers's squeal. This is why his brothers didn't often attack him from behind.
Before he knew it, he was Stormpaw apprentice of ShadowClan. His brothers and him had all survived their kithood, but their mother was sad to not have them around the nursery, she was proud that they would be in training. His brothers both got young warriors to train them. But, Stormpaw got an experienced senior warrior, Mousetail. Mousetail was one of those cats that seemed to just train apprentices every season. No doubt, the cats she trained went on to be great warriors, and Stormpaw was lucky to have her as his mentor.
Mousetail trained him every chance she got, when they weren't hunting or patrolling you would find them training. This hard training made Stormcloud what he is today, determined, hard working, cunning, and quick. Though, it did get on his nerves he never complained.
Toward to very end of his training, the leader of ShadowClan decided that ThunderClan had it too good. So, he planned an attack on their camp, he quickly organized the patrols and before he knew it, Stormpaw was on his way under the Thunderpath. He was apart of the first patrol. He was excited, and his brothers were in the second patrol which made him even more anxious.
As the battle was about to draw to a close, Stormpaw looked around. He saw his brothers, fighting side by side doing fine, his mother was still back at camp safe. He then looked for Mousetail, he soon found her fighting off a cat twice her size. But, Stormpaw knew what she was capable of. Right before he was about to find another cat to fight, the apprentice witnessed the bigger cat knock Mousetail hard to the ground, he crouched over her and then did the unthinkable. He used a killing bite. The gray tom could do nothing but watch as she screamed in agony. The murderer went off and Stormpaw bounded over to her. "Stormpaw, you mustn't ever become a monster. You must give ShadowClan a good name..." his mentor said with her last breath. The last lesson that she ever taught was the one that Stormcloud always remembered. He learned that fighting brings even more horrid thing with it.
The deputy's yowl send all the ShadowClan cats back in retreat. Stormpaw and his brothers carried his mentor's body home. That night, almost all of the cats in ShadowClan grieved for Mosuetail. Stormcloud still to this day grieves for the mentor he has lost. The next moonrise the ShadowClan leader surprised him and told the gray apprentice that Mousetail was planning to have the leader make him into a warrior soon. And that now he was proved himself a true warrior, he was named Stromcloud for the color of his pelt. Some cats say that he should of been named Stormheart, for the storm that seemed to power his soul.
Over time, his mother, still living today, has gone to join the elders. One of his brothers has died from the sickness, and one in battle.
Roleplay Sample: It was sun down and the sky was painted with shades of red. But, this was not why Stormcloud had come out, he was there for a completely different reason. His amber eyes darting from place to place, in search for something. The gray warrior opened his mouth to scent the air, revealing sharp, yellow fangs. He drew in the scents of the marsh. The tom quickly found what he was looking for. His eyes set on his target, the ShadowClan cat darted for a creature not much bigger than a rock. The gray cat pinned the slimy 'thing' down and gave it a sharp bit. The slimy creature soon went limp and the tom stood over it. "Aahh, the smell of freshly caught frog!" he meowed, half to himself.
Stormcloud picked up his kill and headed back into the marsh territory. In hope of more frogs and toads, maybe even a rat or two. Leaf-bare was almost completely gone now, so they didn't have to worry much about their rodent hunting in ShadowClan much anymore.
Age: 20 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Stormcloud has a short-furred with a pelt as gray as the clouds during thunderstorms. Dappled on his rear are jet black spots, looking like pattered rain drops. His eyes are amber, popping out from his fur. Streaming out from his face are long, white whiskers.
He has a muscular body, good for chasing out rogues and fighting rival Clans. Stormcloud isn't the biggest, nor smallest cat in ShadowClan, he is the average size that you imagine a cat. His paws bigger than usual, long, sharp claws retracts from them. The tom's gray tall ends the short-fur streak and is much fluffier that the rest of his fur.
Personality: Stormcloud is just about the farthest thing away from a storm you can get. Around and in camp, he's not much of a social butterfly, he's more quite and thoughtful. But, if you ask around you'll find out that any cat would love having Stormcloud on their side. His thoughtfulness comes with his cunning intelligence, though he makes snap decisions that aren't always the right ones. He is determined and hard working on most anything he does.
He loves going to Gatherings, some how he feels safer around other Clans. He's probably more friendly at Gatherings than at his own camp. He is extremely loyal and would do anything for his Clan, though he doesn't like the idea of fighting other Clans, he would if his leader told him. Stormcloud has never thought about takings mate, he's never had that much of an interest in she-cats. Though, lately he's been giving a bit more attention to the she-cats around him.
In battle, Stormcloud is fierce and quick. Using his long claws to scare his enemies for long to come. (Even if he does apologize during the following Gathering.) He moves swiftly from one cat to another, never taking that much time on a certain cat. Just long enough to leave his mark. Only if he has to , does he use his teeth. He has not even killed another cat, and doesn't plan to. Though he is opposed of fighting, he is decent at it.
History: Stormcloud's history isn't full of grief and tragedy. It was pretty normal, to say the least. He was born to a litter of three, his siblings both toms. Not only that, but they all looked alike too. Their mother was loving, and he never really knew his father, but that was alright with him.
With three young kits all looking extremely similar, their mother often called them the wrong names for the first moon of their lives. Having his own mother not knowing who he was bothered Stormkit. Though, he knew she loved him and his brothers very much.
The gray tom's two siblings were always loud and played most of the day, with Stormkit just observing the camp and what was going on. Whenever his brothers would involve him in the play-fight by tackling him. He would always be surprised and think it was a real attack, pinning one of his brothers to the ground before he realized it was just playing. At other times, he would have his kit-sized claws unsheathed and only realize after he heard one of his brothers's squeal. This is why his brothers didn't often attack him from behind.
Before he knew it, he was Stormpaw apprentice of ShadowClan. His brothers and him had all survived their kithood, but their mother was sad to not have them around the nursery, she was proud that they would be in training. His brothers both got young warriors to train them. But, Stormpaw got an experienced senior warrior, Mousetail. Mousetail was one of those cats that seemed to just train apprentices every season. No doubt, the cats she trained went on to be great warriors, and Stormpaw was lucky to have her as his mentor.
Mousetail trained him every chance she got, when they weren't hunting or patrolling you would find them training. This hard training made Stormcloud what he is today, determined, hard working, cunning, and quick. Though, it did get on his nerves he never complained.
Toward to very end of his training, the leader of ShadowClan decided that ThunderClan had it too good. So, he planned an attack on their camp, he quickly organized the patrols and before he knew it, Stormpaw was on his way under the Thunderpath. He was apart of the first patrol. He was excited, and his brothers were in the second patrol which made him even more anxious.
As the battle was about to draw to a close, Stormpaw looked around. He saw his brothers, fighting side by side doing fine, his mother was still back at camp safe. He then looked for Mousetail, he soon found her fighting off a cat twice her size. But, Stormpaw knew what she was capable of. Right before he was about to find another cat to fight, the apprentice witnessed the bigger cat knock Mousetail hard to the ground, he crouched over her and then did the unthinkable. He used a killing bite. The gray tom could do nothing but watch as she screamed in agony. The murderer went off and Stormpaw bounded over to her. "Stormpaw, you mustn't ever become a monster. You must give ShadowClan a good name..." his mentor said with her last breath. The last lesson that she ever taught was the one that Stormcloud always remembered. He learned that fighting brings even more horrid thing with it.
The deputy's yowl send all the ShadowClan cats back in retreat. Stormpaw and his brothers carried his mentor's body home. That night, almost all of the cats in ShadowClan grieved for Mosuetail. Stormcloud still to this day grieves for the mentor he has lost. The next moonrise the ShadowClan leader surprised him and told the gray apprentice that Mousetail was planning to have the leader make him into a warrior soon. And that now he was proved himself a true warrior, he was named Stromcloud for the color of his pelt. Some cats say that he should of been named Stormheart, for the storm that seemed to power his soul.
Over time, his mother, still living today, has gone to join the elders. One of his brothers has died from the sickness, and one in battle.
Roleplay Sample: It was sun down and the sky was painted with shades of red. But, this was not why Stormcloud had come out, he was there for a completely different reason. His amber eyes darting from place to place, in search for something. The gray warrior opened his mouth to scent the air, revealing sharp, yellow fangs. He drew in the scents of the marsh. The tom quickly found what he was looking for. His eyes set on his target, the ShadowClan cat darted for a creature not much bigger than a rock. The gray cat pinned the slimy 'thing' down and gave it a sharp bit. The slimy creature soon went limp and the tom stood over it. "Aahh, the smell of freshly caught frog!" he meowed, half to himself.
Stormcloud picked up his kill and headed back into the marsh territory. In hope of more frogs and toads, maybe even a rat or two. Leaf-bare was almost completely gone now, so they didn't have to worry much about their rodent hunting in ShadowClan much anymore.
