Post by ~XxSnakethxX~ on Jan 1, 2013 11:46:05 GMT -5
Name:
Reason for name: Storm- : his pelt is gray like storm clouds
Gender: Male
Age: 38 moons
Position: Leader
Clan: ShadowClan
Breakdown of abilities and weaknesses:
- Speed: 2/5
- Stamina: 3/5
- Physical Strength: 4/5
- Mental Strength: 3/5
Appearance: Stormfang is a lanky, gray cat with strong limbs. He isn't too fast, though he's stronger than most cats. He has long whiskers, which are very thin. His claws are black. The sensitive nose he has is also black. He has longer whiskers than most, making him a good hunter. He has an impenetrable golden-green gaze, which makes it hard to read his emotions since he rarely shows any.
Severity and Breakdown of Adaptations: Type 2: flat, scoop-like claws for digging, shorter tail, smaller eyes
Personality: Stormfang is a kind yet overreacting cat. He is a good hunter, always bringing back at least 1 piece of prey. He is a good fighter, one of the best. But that is not to say he has no flaws. He overreacts to most things, such as not finding water near camp. He is cut off socially for his tendancy to overreact. He has only a few friends, including the leader. Most think that he is stupid or weird, but really, he's just lonely. He secretly hopes for romance and a mate. UNliking of the daylight like most ShadowClan cats, he sleeps during most of the day and comes out during the night.
Specific moral Values: Honesty.
Relationships: None
History:Blackkit was a normal kit. He got under everyone's paws. But that changed when he snuck out of camp and was captured by a scientist, along with a few other kits. Those other kits died under the experiments, but Blackkit did not. He survived the hard experiments and sleepless nights. He finally escaped, but his whole appearance was changed. The Clan welcomed him back, but when they asked him what had happened, he replied," I don't remember. I'm sorry. I don't remember." So the Clan left it. He was made an apprentice. He was named Stormpaw. Stormpaw was trained like any other apprentice. But he never slept. It was genetically forced into him by the Twoleg. So Stormpaw sat watch every night. He had nothing better to do if he couldn't sleep. After what seemed like a hundred moons, he made a warrior. Stormfang sat vigil, not like he would go to sleep. But when he was told his vigil was over, he went in the warriors' den and...fell asleep. He slept through the day and night, and woke up the next day. He was the best hunter and best fighter, but everyone noticed something different about him. This wasn't the big, strong cat who was taken. This cat was a scared warrior. Scared of almost everything. Every noise a Twoleg makes, every scent a Twoleg leaves, everything from Twolegs. No one understood except Nightsky. But sadly, Nightsky passed. So to this day he has no friends, except Firekit/paw, and he is cut-off socially by every other cat. He is still looking for friends. Soon after he was made deputy, Froststar mysteriously disappeared, leaving him in her place. He has already gone to the Moonstone to revieve his nine lives, and out of those 9 he has 7 eft. The first one he lsot from greencough, the second was lost in a fight against a badger.
Timeline: To be added
Featured in: None yet
Assignments: None yet, will be added as soon as it comes out.
Extra: I got nothing.
Writing Sample: This is from another site I play on, it's CoTC, this is with my cat Talonpaw.
Feeling cold, Talonpaw approached the camp entrance. He had been restless since he woke up that morning, and the walk had only satisfied it for a little bit. Glancing over at his companion, the she-cat Silverstorm walked with him. He padded deftly beside her, his head just barely reaching her shoulder.
Seeing the camp entrance, he felt nervous. He didn't want to confront Rushingwind so early in the morning. He glanced over at Silverstorm. She was such a sweetheart. She'd never snapped at him, or made him feel bad. She was so nice. Blushing a little, he concentrated on the brambles around the camp entrance.
A patrol entered the camp, with Patchpelt at the end. He glanced at Silverstorm. They were still a few foxlengths away from teh camp entrance. Maybe around... 7 foxlengths? Knowing that Silverstorm liked Patchpelt, Talonpaw said nothing.
He liked Silverstorm. He had to admit to himself. His mind didn't really want to accept it, but Talonpaw forced it to. It had to if he was to stop being restless. Once his mind grudgingly accepted it, the restlessness in his paws stopped itching and clawing at him.
Before they could reach the camp entrance, a bush rustled and Rushingwind's scent hit him. Eyes wide, Talonpaw dashed away back into the forest, sure that his fear-scent would be easy to follow.
He valiantly dashed towards a familiar spot, a fairly small bramble bush with overhanging branches where his pelt would blend perfectly. Pushing through, Talonpaw sat shivering between the branches. Afraid of Rushingwind, Talonpaw shrank back as far as he possibly could against the tree.
He was sure Rushingwind would follow and beat some sense into him, but he was really afraid. There were only a few things that would scare Talonpaw right out of his fur, and Rushingwind was one of them. He closed his eyes and tried to slow down his breathing. Fear would only make the shrinking darkness bigger.
Successfully calming himself down, he kept hidden among the branches. No doubt Silverstorm would probably also go looking for him, but there was no way he'd go anywhere near Rushingwind, not even for training. He'd rather never be a warrior than train with Rushingwind. It really was too bad Silverstorm already had an apprentice or he'd ask to change mentors.
Feeling low and scared, Talonpaw sank to the ground. He shivered with cold and lightly crept out of his hiding place before hearing the bushes rustle again and darted back inside. At least the entrance was too small for any of the warriors to get in. They couldn't push through either, the entrance of it surrounded by thorns. Slowly, his heart stopped racing and he listened for pawsteps.
(Silverstorm and Rushingwind belong to another member on that site, they are not mine)
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