Post by Scarlet on Mar 6, 2008 16:16:59 GMT -8
Name: Snowstorm
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Stoneclan
Apprentice/Mentor: None
Appearance: Black based with single white hairs no more than an inch apart. From a good tail length away most of the coat looks pretty evenly black and white. Although there are just barely noticably more black hairs. His eyes are bright gold against his dark pelt, they're depths hide strength yet calmness.
Voice: Average male voice, of course deeper then a females. But not overly so, nothing really stands out that much when hearing him.
Battle: Because of his thoughtful habits Snowstorm is a wonderous fighter, every move decisive but fluid. Cats love watching him battle because of his grace, and ingenuity. Despite his Clan's reputation he is more muscle then speed. Larger then most of his Clan mates, he can still easily be out muscled by a large Echoclan warrior.
Personality: Strong, mellow. Like any good warrior he's fiercely loyal and wants nothing more then good to come to his Clan. He rarely acts cruel contrary to his Clan's reputation, and has a very long fuse for a tom. He always has his head on and thinks through a situation before jumping immediatly into any fight.
History: Snowstorm has a normal Clan history, born in the Clan a healthy kit all his ceremonies taking place on time. His mother died of greencough and partly age, and his father was killed by poisoned freshkill. He thankfully has recovered well from both these losses, though he still misses his parents from time to time.
He once had an apprentice but she was killed on the Thunderpath. Surprisingly this broke him up more than his parent's death. Snowstorm blamed the she-cat's death on himself, especially since he was there when it happened. He doesn't talk much about this event, and hasn't had an apprentice since. But getting a new one, despite opening old wounds, would help to heal them better then before. Though torn, he doesn't let this get in his way and acts just as normal as any cat. Realizing humbly that losses happen to all cats, and no one lives forever.
Family:
Mother: Leaffur, StarClan
Father: Rockclaw, StarClan
Sister: Flowerpetal, Unknown
SW: Bracken parted with a rustle, a sleek head borne from the depths. Ears flicked, taking in the sounds of the moor, and mouth was agape scents traveling across his glands. The refreshing trails of prey unseen by the eye tantalized his senses. Taking a moment to sort through the labrynth, he found a fresh hint of vole. Golden eyes trailed the undergrowth nearby, but he saw nothing. Paw lifted to continue on but suddenly there was a shaking so close it nearly startled him. Freezing up he let nothing but his eyes move toward the noise. It wasn't the vole he saw but rather a woodmouse nosing through the mulch, he must've missed its scent.
The prey was thin with leafbare, but Stoneclan needed anything they could get. He had to capture it, so another kit wouldn't be hungry this night.
Suddenly he struck, jumping high in the air and pouncing with all his weight. Claws gripping the struggling body. Tail twitching with satisfaction Snowstorm gave the final blow and dug a shallow hole. Placing the fresh-kill with a thing covering of leaf litter in it, and pacing off to find his apprentice.
The tom paused, barely breathing beside an old pine tree one eye peeking out. Gaze fixated upon his apprentice, who stalked a squirrel beside the great reaking thunderpath. He dissaproved greatly of her position, so close to such a dangerous object and also being so near the ThunderClan border. But that squirrel looked too plump to ruin her hunt, and she was doing so well. But suddenly to his dissapointment something disturbed the squirrel and it took off. Oblivious, and concentrating so hard the she-cat pelted after it not noticing the direction she took was a dangerous one.
"Skypaw!" he meowed loudly after her, eyes widening when she didn't respond. So engrossed upon this catch, her hunger driving her closer to the thunderpath. He began to lope forward like a worried queen, and then shifted into a dead run seconds later.
As her paws touched the pavement, she seemed to come to. Sliding to a halt upon the cool sticky surface of the thunderpath, looking around bewildered and finally hearing Snowstorm's cries. She turned toward him and smiled, "Hi Snowstorm!" then her ears suddenly drooped as she realized he'd seen her failed attempt.
"Get off there!" he yelled, but his pace now slower. At least she hadn't crossed into Echoclan territory.
And then suddenly there was a great screeching, and a low bellow that pained Snowstorms ears it was so loud. His heart began its race once again, mouth opening to let out an eerie yowl of horror, "GET OFF NOOOOOOW!" and the world seemed to slow as he watched the two-leg monster swerve a bit, Skypaw's eyes widening in horror.
It all happened so fast. Snowstorm could barely think, so unlike his cool self. Frozen before, now filled with a sudden energy he bounded atop the thunderpath uncaring of any danger. Again and again he yowled his apprentice's name, until he reached the scene falling silent in agony. Just as he reached Skypaw's side she was leaving for StarClan, her eyes glazed with their starry pelts.
"Their fur is so...Pretty Snowstorm." she whispered aloud, or maybe he heard the voice in his head? His ear flicked as the sound of a monster's side opening reached the greeving tom. He turned in sudden anger and hissed violently at the two-leg looking curiously then fearfully. They closed the side again, and took off, uncaring of Clan cat afairs.
Snowstorm would continue to pace and yowl beside Skypaw's body until a Echoclan patrol finds him, and then a ShadowClan patrol searching for the two cats in their long absense. All Clan cats left peacefully, and a vigil and burial was held for the young she-cat.
(Sorry if that's inaccurate it was meant for like different Clans and I've had to redo stuff. xD)
Other: None