Post by Ķẳílš on Aug 1, 2011 23:01:08 GMT -5
[/i]Dried up and away
With discerning mental love affairs
I’d rather stick with any number
of these played-out fairy tales and,Moments of your yellow shining
Spending your time hidden in hiding
Making out the reasons why
The light you'll see the public eyeWhen everything you try,
Well it’s never good enough
~Name~
-->Stormcloud
~Age~
-->45 Moons
~Group~
-->RiverClan
~Gender~
-->Tom
~Position~
-->Warrior
~Description~
-->Well muscled, yet thin, Stromcloud is the ultimate build for fighting skills, for not only is his build good for attacking, but also dodging and speed. His legs are longer, as is his tail, and his body structure is muscular and well shaped, which is a common look around RiverClan. His pelt is a foggy grey blue color, and his eyes are light green and shine in the day, and pierce the night.
~Personality~
-->Deep, thoughtful, leader like, compatible, and strong willed are all words that can easily describe Stormcloud. He's easy to get along with, and have conversations with. He seems to always be there if there's trouble or a problem, and always knows what to do. He is quite strong willed, and wont back down from any challenge. However, he knows he should always do what's right for the clan, not for his own sake. Speaking of that, Stormcloud is a very loyal, trustworthy cat. He works hard daily for the clan, and sticks strongly to the Warrior Code. To get him to break it, you'd have to strongly convince him to go through with it. He's quite the fighter, especially for things he loves. He could easily rip apart an opposing cat, however, unless there is a battle, he'd rather not.
~Family~
-->Mother: Deceased
-->Father: Exiled
-->Sister: Somewhere in WindClan or ShadowClan
-->Brother: Deceased
~History~
-->They were both RiverClan cats, his father a strong, loyal, hard-working tom, his mother, a gentle queen and part time Warrior, always willing to help others. Nothing seemed wrong at this point.
Stormkit was born into a litter of two other kits, one tom and one other she-cat. They grew up just find, healthy, and strong. Plus, determined to all be the best Warriors in the clan. Every kit's wish, of course.
As an apprentice, Stormpaw had a strong mentor, so he grew into a fine pre-warrior. However, one day his fathers ambitions got the best of him. And being an older apprentice, Stormpaw definitely could understand what was going on.
Stormpaw had a reason to believe his father was planning something awful, by the way he always talked about how he should have been deputy when his best friend got the spot instead. He always talked to mysterious members of the clan, and even snuck out of camp quite a lot.
Stormpaw had decided to follow him one day, and came across a place where he met with other loners. He tried to report it back to the RiverClan leader, but he hadn't taken in his observations, knowing his father was a headstrong, loyal Warrior.
Sitting out everything, Stormpaw had then noticed his brother was missing. His brother was a bulky, bronze over brains kind of tom, and very strong. But, not too smart. His scent still strong out of the apprentices den, Stormpaw followed him by smell out of the camp, and deeper into the territory. What he had found quite ruined Stormpaw's entire life, his brother on the forest floor with his own father's paw on his throat. Look of ambition and hatred flooded over his fathers eyes, as he delivered a blow to his son's neck, as he gurgled and convulsed on the floor. Stunned, Stormpaw ran back to camp. He didn't tell any cat besides his sister, for he was afraid of getting put down once more.
When news of his brother missing hit camp, Stormpaw forced himself not to speak of it. His sister decided to run away to join a different clan. Either ShadowClan or WindClan, and he didn't blame her. But his loyalties lie in RiverClan.
Soon after his sister fled, Stormpaw was the only kin in his mother's litter left. The clan sent grief to both the other kits. Except his father, who grew more and more power-hungry by looks everyday.
And, the day came when he unleashed his fury. Stormcloud was a Warrior by now, and his father brutally murdered his best friend, the deputy of RiverClan, to gain the spot. It was at night, and he thought no cat would know. But they did, and he was cought, and sent to exile.
Stormcloud grew into the opposite of his father, fighting for what he believed in, not mere positions in the clan. He put all his father's troubles behind him to live as a normal RiverClan Warrior.
-->Stormcloud
~Age~
-->45 Moons
~Group~
-->RiverClan
~Gender~
-->Tom
~Position~
-->Warrior
~Description~
-->Well muscled, yet thin, Stromcloud is the ultimate build for fighting skills, for not only is his build good for attacking, but also dodging and speed. His legs are longer, as is his tail, and his body structure is muscular and well shaped, which is a common look around RiverClan. His pelt is a foggy grey blue color, and his eyes are light green and shine in the day, and pierce the night.
~Personality~
-->Deep, thoughtful, leader like, compatible, and strong willed are all words that can easily describe Stormcloud. He's easy to get along with, and have conversations with. He seems to always be there if there's trouble or a problem, and always knows what to do. He is quite strong willed, and wont back down from any challenge. However, he knows he should always do what's right for the clan, not for his own sake. Speaking of that, Stormcloud is a very loyal, trustworthy cat. He works hard daily for the clan, and sticks strongly to the Warrior Code. To get him to break it, you'd have to strongly convince him to go through with it. He's quite the fighter, especially for things he loves. He could easily rip apart an opposing cat, however, unless there is a battle, he'd rather not.
~Family~
-->Mother: Deceased
-->Father: Exiled
-->Sister: Somewhere in WindClan or ShadowClan
-->Brother: Deceased
~History~
-->They were both RiverClan cats, his father a strong, loyal, hard-working tom, his mother, a gentle queen and part time Warrior, always willing to help others. Nothing seemed wrong at this point.
Stormkit was born into a litter of two other kits, one tom and one other she-cat. They grew up just find, healthy, and strong. Plus, determined to all be the best Warriors in the clan. Every kit's wish, of course.
As an apprentice, Stormpaw had a strong mentor, so he grew into a fine pre-warrior. However, one day his fathers ambitions got the best of him. And being an older apprentice, Stormpaw definitely could understand what was going on.
Stormpaw had a reason to believe his father was planning something awful, by the way he always talked about how he should have been deputy when his best friend got the spot instead. He always talked to mysterious members of the clan, and even snuck out of camp quite a lot.
Stormpaw had decided to follow him one day, and came across a place where he met with other loners. He tried to report it back to the RiverClan leader, but he hadn't taken in his observations, knowing his father was a headstrong, loyal Warrior.
Sitting out everything, Stormpaw had then noticed his brother was missing. His brother was a bulky, bronze over brains kind of tom, and very strong. But, not too smart. His scent still strong out of the apprentices den, Stormpaw followed him by smell out of the camp, and deeper into the territory. What he had found quite ruined Stormpaw's entire life, his brother on the forest floor with his own father's paw on his throat. Look of ambition and hatred flooded over his fathers eyes, as he delivered a blow to his son's neck, as he gurgled and convulsed on the floor. Stunned, Stormpaw ran back to camp. He didn't tell any cat besides his sister, for he was afraid of getting put down once more.
When news of his brother missing hit camp, Stormpaw forced himself not to speak of it. His sister decided to run away to join a different clan. Either ShadowClan or WindClan, and he didn't blame her. But his loyalties lie in RiverClan.
Soon after his sister fled, Stormpaw was the only kin in his mother's litter left. The clan sent grief to both the other kits. Except his father, who grew more and more power-hungry by looks everyday.
And, the day came when he unleashed his fury. Stormcloud was a Warrior by now, and his father brutally murdered his best friend, the deputy of RiverClan, to gain the spot. It was at night, and he thought no cat would know. But they did, and he was cought, and sent to exile.
Stormcloud grew into the opposite of his father, fighting for what he believed in, not mere positions in the clan. He put all his father's troubles behind him to live as a normal RiverClan Warrior.
Oh! These friends die easy
Oh! Just disappear
Oh! Well, my best friend,
I knew these lives would end up here
[/i]Oh! Just disappear
Oh! Well, my best friend,
I knew these lives would end up here
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