Post by Petrichor on Jun 19, 2013 2:52:48 GMT -5
Name:
Stormpaw
Reason for name:
Stormpaw's pelt is reminiscent of storm clouds.
Gender:
Male
Age:
Eleven Moons
Position:
Apprentice
Clan:
WindClan
Breakdown of abilities and weaknesses:
Stormpaw is fast and smart, though his physical strength is lacking. His tactic, as a small cat, is to evade attacks until his opponent tires, and then to attack swiftly and from all sides. Better to land many small attacks than no big ones.
Speed: 3.5/5
Stamina: 2/5
Physical Strength: 1/5
Mental Strength: 4/5
Strengths:
(Speed)
Stormpaw is almost as fast as he is smart, and in the case of an actual fight, his reaction would be to evade his opponent's attacks until they tire out, and then attack swiftly from all sides.
(Loyalty)
Stormpaw is loyal to his allies and friends. He would gladly lay his life down on the line if it meant sacrificing himself in place of someone he cared about. WindClan as a whole currently holds his loyalty, though he values personal relationships over abstract ones.
(Intelligence)
Thanks to his kittypet ancestry, Stormpaw is incredibly intelligent and can figure out motivations and such things faster than many others. He's not wise, per say, but he can figure out puzzles, be they simple "find the different stone" or "figure out why this cat is lying to me".
Weaknesses:
(Weak)
Stormheart, though fast and strong, is twig-like in the physical department. His stamina is about average, but he won't win if someone manages to physically overpowers him.
(Impulsive)
Stormpaw doesn't have the best judgment when he's angry, and his physical strength all but guarantees that he'd get crushed in a fight.
(Socially Awkward)
Stormpaw never really made friends, either in WindClan or in his old family. This has affected him... poorly in his ability to make them in the future.
Appearance and Adaptations:
WindClan -- Type Three
Stormpaw has sleek, black fur mixed in with feathers of the same shade. His "rooster spurs" are smaller than most, but he doesn't have enough experience with actual WindClan cats to tell the difference. His eyes, ever-gazing at anything he can lay them on, are a piercing green colour. He's got a longer tail than most WindClan cats, which generally means that it's about average size for a cat. He's generally smaller than most apprentices, but he likes to think that this just makes him faster and more stealthy. You just keep telling yourself that, kitty.
Personality:
Stormpaw is quiet and thoughtful, usually sarcastic but a good cat at heart. He wants a happy life, which the universe is apparently trying its best to steal from him at any cost. Not anyone in particular. The entire universe. If a cat managed to become his friend, they'd find he were loyal, honest, and a good shoulder to cry on. If a cat managed to become his enemy, they'd find him to not let go of a grudge easily. At all.
Stormpaw doesn't care much for positions of power, preferring to take care of himself and his loved ones rather than an entire Clan, but he'll do what he has to in order to survive. And, if you managed to catch him during the day, you might even find him running out among the moors, trying to catch a breeze.
Specific Moral Values:
Honor and loyalty above all else.
Survival and respect are earned, not given.
Relationships:
Mother: Feather. Kind to her kits.
Brother: Stone. Family through and through.
History:
There is a family, not in any Clan. They are descendents of kittypets, with heightened immune systems, extremely high intellects, and the ability to manipulate their voices. Recently, less than a year ago, there was a scandal, because of a kit born to one of the queens in the family. A small black tom. He wasn't like them. He wasn't like them, because Clan blood was mixed in his veins. His father was a WindClan cat, a very highly-adapted one, and this led to a litter of one seemingly "normal" kit (like the kittypets) and one kit highly-adapted for the moors.
The normal kit was named Stone for his slate-grey fur and the black kit Storm, for his pelt looked like storm clouds. Not a few moments after they were given their names, however, the family began scheming of how to get rid of the "non-pure" kit in their midst. Their mother, charismatic and kind, managed to convince them to wait and see how the kits would react to their environment before tossing them out like so much bad prey.
Stone and Storm were given one chance.
Stone, while he could manipulate his voice just as well as any other kittypet, had the brain of a bird and often walked into walls. Storm, who was one of the smartest cats in the family and tried his best, often daydreamed of flying, and his weird appearance scared other families in the area. The only friend he had was his brother. The abandoned city was not the place for a WindClan kit, and so it was sadly agreed that his mother would bring him to where he truly belonged.
WindClan did not receive Storm kindly. While there was no denying that he was of WindClan descent, he was not pure-blooded. Nonetheless, Storm was left behind in the camp, slowly proving himself to the Clan until half a moon after his sixth, whereupon he was named an Apprentice.
He still misses his brother occasionally, and his mother even more, but since joining WindClan, he doesn't feel like as much of a freak. While cats still whisper behind his back about his blood, he looks like them, and the breeze calls his name every morning.
This peace will not last.
Timeline:
0 moons: Born to non-Clan cats
5 moons: Miserably fails at being a non-Clan cat
5.5 moons: Brought to WindClan
6.5 moons: After much debate, is made an Apprentice
11 moons: Now
Featured in:
[N/A]
Writing Sample:
Stormpaw stepped quietly out onto the moors, the breeze so characteristic of his territory ruffling his fur around him. He shivered a bit as the battering wind chilled him, but he welcomed the brisk air. It made him feel alive. Looking around to make sure that no cat was watching, he leapt down, letting the wind catch under the flaps in his skin and gently floating him down. It was too early for the prey to be out, so he didn't feel too terribly guilty about "scaring prey". He'd learned his lesson the first time.
He could see blades of grass waving in the distance, but it wasn't the kind of rustle that another cat would bring; it was simply the wind, playing its own games in the sky. Stormpaw sighed and sat down after jumping a few more times, licking his feather-fur back down. He loved WindClan, and the moors it brought. He contemplated how it was only since being brought here that he truly felt as if he'd belonged.
... And tried to suppress the shiver that told him that his happiness would soon be taken away.
Extra:
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