Character Name:
Stormcloud
Character Age:
28 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Alliance:
Windclan
Rank:
Warrior
Appearance(6 or more sentences):
Build - Stormcloud is tall and long, her legs thin yet strong and made for running. Under her short fur is thick muscles that are hidden. She isn't the strongest cat, but with muscles that are packed down and always tensed for action, she's a fair fighter. She has strong shoulders and hindquarters, toned after running so much. Her tail is not short, nor long, but a medium length, thinning as it gets to the tip.
Color - Like any other spotted cat, Stormcloud's fur is many different colors. The base color is a dusty brown that turns into gray on her chest, shoulder, and hindquarters. Her entire pelt is dotted with black spots. They hold no pattern, seeming like they are just there randomly. On her legs are black stripes that stand out from her black spots. On her tail are the same colored stripes that get thicker towards the tip, which is black as well. Stormcloud's face turns into a light brown with a few black stripes on her forhead and cheeks. Her jaw and under her nose are a bleached white. Her eyes are a very light green with hints of yellow in it.
Personality(6 or more sentences):
Stormcloud is your typical warrior cat. She's loyal to her leader, follows the rules, would die for her clan etcetera etcetera. There is a twist though. Unlike many other clan cats, Stormcloud isn't one to hold her tongue. She is one to speak her opinions, and tell you how she thinks it should be. She stands up for what she believes in and isn't afraid to get into an argument about it. She'll probably fight you physically too. Stormcloud, like most clan cats, is extremely loyal to her clan, though she may not show it at all times. She would die for her clan, like the warrior code says she have to. She always seems so eager to jump into battle, which she is. Stormcloud is an addict when it comes to fights. Playing or not. She just loves sinking her claws into somebody else's flesh. On top of never holding what she has to say back, Stormcloud has a major attitude problem. She's always spitting out sarcastic remarks and annoyed comments. She doesn't think she's better then anyone else, but she does think that everyone she stay out of her way. She isn't the type of girl that many people want to mess with for she is quick to snap back. She can be very judgemental at times, but she doesn't always tell you what she thinks of you. She will sometimes though. Quick on her feet, Stormcloud is a fast thinker, always preferring to say that she is one of the smartest in her clan, even though its not true. She may sound terrible to you, but she's a good loyal friend down at heart, she just likes to say what's on her mind.
]History(6 or more sentences):
On a stormy May night, with lightning in the air and rain pounding the ground, a cat gave birth to a litter of four. No I'm kidding. It was a typical Spring night, the air was warm and the ground was damp from a thunder storm that had just stopped. The storm cloud was still visible, only slightly though. In the Windclan nursery, a she-cat by the name of Robinwing gave birth to a litter of four small kits. Three females and a male. Two of the females and the male all looked like their mother, a mixture of grays in one. One of the females was like her father however; spotted and brown. The females were named Graykit, Mousekit, and Stormkit[she had gotten her name since she was born on the last sighting of the storm cloud]. The male was named Crowkit, for he was a slightly darker gray then his mother. All four kits were born healthy. Stormcloud, being the largest, and Mousekit being the runt of the litter. It only took a matter of weeks for these young kits to start getting curious of the world around them. And so began the adventures.
At two moons old, Stormkit decided she wanted to lead a hunting party out of camp with her siblings. So she did. When their mother had left the nursery to go talk to the Medicine Cat, Stormkit led her sisters and brother out of the nursery and out of the camp. Being slightly smart, Stormkit and Crowkit stayed closer to the camp then Graykit and Mousekit. The four kits had no idea what predators were lurking around the area, so they payed no attention to the sky. Graykit and Mousekit bounded around out in the open, having the time of their lives. Stormkit and Crowkit were playing as well, but they were hidden by large clumps of grass. In a matter of minutes a deadly screech was heard, then the mewling of a kit being picked up. Stormkit and Crowkit both watched in horror as a tawny owl carried their sister Graykit away. They heard the screams and calls for help from Graykit, but the others knew they could do nothing, and so they all huddled in clumps of grass, waiting to be found.
Within minutes, the three kits heard a patrol party headed their way. It didn't take long for their father, Leopardtail, to find them. Once the kits were safely back in the camp nursery, they all recieved punishments from the leader of the clan. While Robinwing mourned over Graykit's death, Stormkit, Mousekit, and Crowkit all had to mourn in silence as they cleaned the elder's den. Deciding on that was the last of their adventures for awhile, the three kits made a promise not to leave the camp without a warrior, or they would end up like Graykit. After a full moon of cleaning and helping out the elders, the three kits were relieved and sent back to the nursery where they were ordered to stay at all times, unless out with their mother. Of course, none of the kits disobeyed. The three siblings grew close together in the time they spent in the nursery. Little did they know it wouldn't last for long.
Six moons rolled around quicker then anyone could imagine, and soon enough Stormkit, Crowkit, and Mousekit became Stormpaw, Crowpaw, and Mousepaw. Stormpaw's mentor was one she knew well, her mother's friend Goldenfur. Instantly Goldenfur put Stormpaw to work. Train, hunt, help the elders. Train, hunt, help the elders. It seemed like Stormpaw was never going to get a break from her boring routine. After a moon or two though, things got tougher. Goldenfur started to fight Stormpaw more roughly, and started teaching the young cat more advanced moves. Stormpaw knew why too. Goldenfur was starting to train her for assesments. After two more moons, Stormpaw turned into an excellent hunter and fighter. Her assesments came and flew by with ease, she passed with flying colors. It took her a few weeks to realize that she hadn't talked to her brother or sister in forever though, so she decided to try and talk with them. It was then she found out Crowpaw failed his assesment and wouldn't be passing on to a warrior.
Crowpaw took his anger out on Stormpaw, saying everyone was always focusing on her because she was becoming exactly like their dad. Feeling shunned, Stormpaw ran away from the camp, unable to control her emotions. She stayed out for a day, only going back because she knew that they would send patrols for her. Stormpaw got punished, but not much for she had a fairly good reason. After a week of cleaning the elder's of ticks, she was relieved and made into a warrior. Stormpaw became Stormcloud and her sister Mousepaw became Mouseheart. The two she cats stuck together as partners for a few weeks before finally deciding to grow up and be a warrior on their own. Its been moons since that and her brother Crowpaw finally turned into Crowtalon. She's had no problems for awhile now, but she knows that something dreadful is going to come soon. Just how it worked with her.
Comments/Other: (Optional)
Roleplay Sample:
A lone she-cat padded through the winter wonderland, desparate to escape the WindClan camp. With each step, she sunk to about her knees. And everytime she sunk, she spat a cruse. Oh, how StormCloud hated the snow. Sure, it was nice to look at but it was a pain in the tail to actually walk, hunt, fight, patrol - hell, it was hard to do anything in the snow.
Edit: Done. :3
