Post by moon on Jul 22, 2009 15:18:36 GMT -6
Name:
Stormstar
Age:
56 moons
Gender:
Tom
Alliance:
FleetClan
Rank:
leader
Outer Beauty:
Stormstar is, like most cats of FleetClan, a lithe, wire-framed cat, but always for the better in his opinion. Although in a FleetClan body frame, he is larger then most of his Clan, so normal sized to others. He has short, grey fur, with the appearance of being windblown, ironically. True to his name, his pelt is the delicate color of storm clouds. His paws, face, and belly are white, but his nose is black. His face is broad, his forehead flat, but he has a natural handsomeness about him. His eyes are deep yellow, almost amber, and have the capacity to boil with anger when he is angry. His fur hides most of his scars, but the most visible one is a short scar on his left flank. There's also a nick is his left ear. Stormstar has a rugged quality, yet the stance of a prideful leader.
Inner Beauty:
Like most leaders, Stormstar is prideful and loyal to his Clan, with a good head on his shoulders. He is very understanding to those just learning the rules, such as apprentices and kits, but for one who knows the difference between wrong and right he makes fair punishments. Stormstar knows the difference between justice and what is just, though. He likes knowing the ins and outs of the other Clans, but hates the thought of the secrets of his Clan being let out. He thinks deeply before making decisions, and goes to the elders and medicine cat for advice often. He isn't afraid of asking for help... as long as the "help" isn't from another Clan. Stormstar has a bold personality, and any challenges made are seen as an assault on his character- so he takes them. He likes being thought of as a wise leader, but sometimes, like any cat must, he makes mistakes. He trys to be active in his Clan life by training apprentices, going on patrols, and spending time in each den to see that the standards of comfort are being met.
Past:
Stormstar was born in a litter of 5, and he was the second oldest. He and his brother Windkit were troublemakers from the start, always stirring up something or other. His best friend was a tiny tom who was smart and focused. He was carefree and light, with no worries to bear him down...Until the winter hit, and the prey almost stopped running. He lost, in 3 moons, his best friend, younger sister, and father. His mother, Greyfeather, was overcome by grief, and she went into her shell and never came out. Stormkit and his siblings were raised equally by the other queens, and they learned to eat solid prey earlier than the other kits.
As an apprentice he was more concentrated and not as boisterous as his kithood, but still active. He was popular among his denmates and some of the older warriors. He has a certain charm to them, and was the center of attention most times. But the leader didn't like him much for some reason. His first gathering was 3 moons after his training, much later than his friends. His mentor was hard on him, and often he was so tired he fell asleep before the time came for sharing tongues!
But the work paid off. His warrior ceremony came at last! He was made a warrior the same day his mother retired into the elders den, still trapped by her sorrow. It was sad for him to see her as frail as she was becoming. She died after his ceremony, only 2 moons into his warriorhood. The leader died soon after, and Hawktail took over. Stormstar, then Stormpatch, had his first apprentice at 20 moons, and found that he loved seeing bouncing furballs turn into young warriors. He mentored many cats after that, and was rarely without an apprentice. He was slightly ambitious, as was any cat, but never expected his dreams to come true. Most say he was too young, but he was deputy for a long time. Hawkstar was killed in leaf-bare by sickness, and Stormstar took over in a perilous time. Yet the Clan lived on, and Stormstar gained respect over time.
Kin:
Greyfeather-mother(deceased)
Blackfrost-father(deceased)
Windpelt-brother(not RPed)
Littletail-sister(not RPed)
Cloudheart-sister(not RPed)
IC Sample:
Stormstar's whiskers twitched slighty in his sleep, as did the tip of his tail. He was dreaming.
Moonlit clearing, not a sound heard. A single rabbit sat before him, oblivious, while his doom was behing him. Stormstar crouched, haunches tight, and-
"Wake up Stormstar, come on, wake up. Plaese please please!"
Stormstar rolled over and opened one yellow eye to see a small apprentice before him.
"Mudpaw! he cried groggily,"You woke me up! I know I promised to do your evaluation today, but did you have to ruin my dream?" He was close to yelling, but at the sight of the crumpling face of Mudpaw he sighed.[/b] "Oh well, I was almost done anyways. Come on, let's go.[/b]"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They returned at sundown, both tired and dirty. Stormstar was close to collapsing, while Mudpaw was still bouncing like a kit. Stormstar called the Clan with his usual yowl. And the ceremony began...
Did you read the rules? Yes. Always do on a new site.[/size]
Stormstar
Age:
56 moons
Gender:
Tom
Alliance:
FleetClan
Rank:
leader
Outer Beauty:
Stormstar is, like most cats of FleetClan, a lithe, wire-framed cat, but always for the better in his opinion. Although in a FleetClan body frame, he is larger then most of his Clan, so normal sized to others. He has short, grey fur, with the appearance of being windblown, ironically. True to his name, his pelt is the delicate color of storm clouds. His paws, face, and belly are white, but his nose is black. His face is broad, his forehead flat, but he has a natural handsomeness about him. His eyes are deep yellow, almost amber, and have the capacity to boil with anger when he is angry. His fur hides most of his scars, but the most visible one is a short scar on his left flank. There's also a nick is his left ear. Stormstar has a rugged quality, yet the stance of a prideful leader.
Inner Beauty:
Like most leaders, Stormstar is prideful and loyal to his Clan, with a good head on his shoulders. He is very understanding to those just learning the rules, such as apprentices and kits, but for one who knows the difference between wrong and right he makes fair punishments. Stormstar knows the difference between justice and what is just, though. He likes knowing the ins and outs of the other Clans, but hates the thought of the secrets of his Clan being let out. He thinks deeply before making decisions, and goes to the elders and medicine cat for advice often. He isn't afraid of asking for help... as long as the "help" isn't from another Clan. Stormstar has a bold personality, and any challenges made are seen as an assault on his character- so he takes them. He likes being thought of as a wise leader, but sometimes, like any cat must, he makes mistakes. He trys to be active in his Clan life by training apprentices, going on patrols, and spending time in each den to see that the standards of comfort are being met.
Past:
Stormstar was born in a litter of 5, and he was the second oldest. He and his brother Windkit were troublemakers from the start, always stirring up something or other. His best friend was a tiny tom who was smart and focused. He was carefree and light, with no worries to bear him down...Until the winter hit, and the prey almost stopped running. He lost, in 3 moons, his best friend, younger sister, and father. His mother, Greyfeather, was overcome by grief, and she went into her shell and never came out. Stormkit and his siblings were raised equally by the other queens, and they learned to eat solid prey earlier than the other kits.
As an apprentice he was more concentrated and not as boisterous as his kithood, but still active. He was popular among his denmates and some of the older warriors. He has a certain charm to them, and was the center of attention most times. But the leader didn't like him much for some reason. His first gathering was 3 moons after his training, much later than his friends. His mentor was hard on him, and often he was so tired he fell asleep before the time came for sharing tongues!
But the work paid off. His warrior ceremony came at last! He was made a warrior the same day his mother retired into the elders den, still trapped by her sorrow. It was sad for him to see her as frail as she was becoming. She died after his ceremony, only 2 moons into his warriorhood. The leader died soon after, and Hawktail took over. Stormstar, then Stormpatch, had his first apprentice at 20 moons, and found that he loved seeing bouncing furballs turn into young warriors. He mentored many cats after that, and was rarely without an apprentice. He was slightly ambitious, as was any cat, but never expected his dreams to come true. Most say he was too young, but he was deputy for a long time. Hawkstar was killed in leaf-bare by sickness, and Stormstar took over in a perilous time. Yet the Clan lived on, and Stormstar gained respect over time.
Kin:
Greyfeather-mother(deceased)
Blackfrost-father(deceased)
Windpelt-brother(not RPed)
Littletail-sister(not RPed)
Cloudheart-sister(not RPed)
IC Sample:
Stormstar's whiskers twitched slighty in his sleep, as did the tip of his tail. He was dreaming.
Moonlit clearing, not a sound heard. A single rabbit sat before him, oblivious, while his doom was behing him. Stormstar crouched, haunches tight, and-
"Wake up Stormstar, come on, wake up. Plaese please please!"
Stormstar rolled over and opened one yellow eye to see a small apprentice before him.
"Mudpaw! he cried groggily,"You woke me up! I know I promised to do your evaluation today, but did you have to ruin my dream?" He was close to yelling, but at the sight of the crumpling face of Mudpaw he sighed.[/b] "Oh well, I was almost done anyways. Come on, let's go.[/b]"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They returned at sundown, both tired and dirty. Stormstar was close to collapsing, while Mudpaw was still bouncing like a kit. Stormstar called the Clan with his usual yowl. And the ceremony began...
Did you read the rules? Yes. Always do on a new site.[/size]
