STORMHEART

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STORMHEART

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PAST NAMES - stormkit - stormpaw

SEX - tom

AGE - 21 moons

CLAN & RANK - ShadowClan Warrior

BRIEF DESCRIPTION - large grey and white tabby tom with yellow eyes

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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - photostream

PERSONALITY -

• arrogant.
  albeit a warriors’ right to be proud of their accomplishments, stormheart has taken his pride and evolved it into arrogance. through his many moons as a warrior, stormheart has only inflated his ego through successful hunting patrols, and many hard fought, and won battles. though he perceives the way he acts as simply being confident in his abilities, the tom is nothing short of arrogant. he walks with his head high, chest puffed out, and an air of importance that goes beyond his rank of warrior. he doesn’t understand why, with his impressive hunting abilities, and ‘unmatched skills on the battle field’, he wasn’t chosen for deputy. the tom is always sporting a cocky grin, and a condescending tone.
• outspoken.
  there is not guessing when it comes to what stormheart is thinking because you can bet that he is going to tell you. he has no qualms about speaking up on matters that concern him, or on matters that don’t concern him. stormheart always has an opinion, and he is very quick to through in his two cents, even if it is not wanted. the warrior is quite blunt when speaking his mind, and would do well to learn how to state his opinion tactfully. stormheart doesn’t care if he hurts your feelings, because he is just being honest and you should learn how to take constructive criticism. gatherings are particularly satisfying for him, even though he knows that it is rude to interrupt leaders when they are speaking, but as a warrior, his opinion should be heard too, dammit!
• issues with authority.
  maybe it’s because his ego is too big for his britches, but stormheart has zero respect for anyone in positions of authority. in his boldest opinion, deputies are simply glorified warriors who have their heads wedged so far up their leaders’ hind ends that they actually believe they are special. leaders are servants to dead cats who tell them how to live their lives. stormheart has serious problems with being ordered around, and has no issues voicing his opinion every time he is told to do something, ie. border or hunting patrols. despite his loud vocalizations regarding authority, he is very compliant because he’d rather be living in shadowclan than as a rogue, and catering to the elders isn’t high on his list of things to do either.
• hopeless romantic.
  stormheart thinks that he is destined for love with the most amazing she-cat in all of shadowclan. who that she-cat is, well, that’s up for debate. he believes in love, in all forms, and he takes an uncanny approach to his fellow warriors of the opposite gender. spending time with them gets him thinking that maybe they are the one he is going to spend the rest of his life with, and more often than not he creates scenarios in his head of what their love will look like. to him, life is about more than what clan life involves and that without love, is one really living a life at all? he believes that everything that happens to someone is preparing them for some great love that will come once they are prepared.
• brave.
  while he isn’t without fear, stormheart is able to face adversity with a stone cold attitude and unbridled determination. death does not scare him, as long as he death comes for him in the heat of battle. with little care for his own well-being, stormheart will dive into the thick of things to aid and assist his fellow warriors, and those he cares most for. in the wake of his mothers’ death, stormheart was able to carry on and put on a brave face to be there for his siblings, who were not quite as adept at dealing with misfortune. he isn’t a saint by any means, but very few things scare him, and if they do, you are not likely to see that it does.
• protective.
  when it comes to his family, and those who cannot fend for themselves, stormheart is fiercely protective. picking a fight with one of his siblings is a sure fire way for you to get knocked into next week, and unfair treatment of kits and elders is not something you want to do when stormheart is around. stormheart does not believe that kits should be treated with less respect than warriors, and that elders have earned their keep, and they should be respected for their services to the clan. now, this doesn’t mean that stormheart likes the elders, but he does respect them. stormheart will fight tooth and claw for those he loves, even if it makes him a pariah.

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mother: bumblenose - deceased
father: piketail - npc - lays no claim to his children
brother: hawkstrike - npc - missing
sister: breezepetal, dawnpelt - npc's

HISTORY -

whispers of snow caress the forest floor, lulling the inhabitants to sleep as the frost sets in. four mewling kits have just become shadowclan’s newest members, all demonstrating how strong their lungs are. their mother is weak from the labour, preparing to share tongues with her ancestors.

“I’ll care for them. I have enough milk to care for the little ones.” the queen offers, her own kit already suckling at her belly. the medicine cats’ eyes betray nothing, though they feel the loss of the kits’ mother weighing on their chest. they nod, and nudge the four crying kits towards their new adoptive mother. the queen begins to purr as the kits begin to feed for the first time; she loves them already. their mothers’ mate pokes his head into the nursery, and glances at his mates’ body and then to his kits suckling from someone else. his eyes are dark with sorrow, and he says he will be back to name them. but he doesn’t return. the queen looks down at the palette of colour stretching out from her own pale gray pelt and releases a sigh. stormkit, for the long hair tabby and white tom; breezekit for the calico and white she-cat; dawnkit for the white and orange tabby she-cat; and hawk-kit for the dark brown tabby tom.

your brother and sisters are your army, you their commander. together, you run the nursery and drive your mother crazy.

there was no rhyme or reason for the way your siblings look up to you. you aren't larger than them, nor do you portray any prodigal qualities. but they look to you for their social ques. dawnkit in particular follows your lead without question, even if it slide both of you into trouble. you don't mind, you can protect them. your adoptive sister has moved on to become an apprentice, and now the responsibility lies on your shoulders to keep your siblings in line. you relish the responsibility; this is what it is like to be a leader. cats following you without question, trusting in your judgment and coming to your defense when you get chastised. the only one of your siblings you butt heads with is hawk-kit; you're eerily similar in your mannerisms, and he isn't as easily swayed by your rash decisions as your sisters.

you hardly play fight with dawnkit and breezekit, they don't show near enough interest to really rile you up. hawk-kit, on the other hand, finds every opportunity to scuffle with you. you're always on alert for the brown furball because you know as soon as you let your guard down you are going to get a mouth full of dirt. hawk-kit plays rough, but you don't let him know that sometimes he bites a little too hard, or that his claws are already shaping up to be deadly weapons. he's gentler with your sisters, especially dawnkit who seems to have little to no interest in play fighting, so you don't mind.

you're approaching six moons, soon to become an apprentice when hawk-kit takes things too far. it's a quiet morning, your mother is laying in the sun sharing tongues with one of the other queens, your sisters are lazily batting around a stolen bar of moss, and hawk-kit is prancing around near the apprentices den. you're itching to become an apprentice, longing for the day when you become a warrior, and maybe one day, you'll even be deputy. a light purr is rumbling from your chest, and your tail is flicking lazily behind your relaxed body, blissful in the dreams of the future until you're torn from you day dream. a squeal of pain erupts from one of your sisters, you know the voice before you even lock your gaze on the scene. dawnkit looks horrified, breezekit is pinned beneath hawk-kit and he's laughing. your mother is on the move towards him, a storm cloud over her head, but you are faster. breezekit's cries of pain tear through your soul and you barely feel your body slam against your brother. the fight's over before it begins.

hawk-kit and you are no longer speaking.

"never in my time as a warrior have i seen an apprentice with so much arrogance. pull your head out of your hind end, and stop acting like you know everything, because you don't stormpaw!"

maybe it's because you have something to prove, or maybe its because you think you are better than all the other apprentices. whatever the reason, you cannot stand your mentor. he is coddling you, you feel, and not challenging you to be the best. hawkpaw's mentor has done so much more stuff with him, and he is constantly bragging about everything that he knows. you would know all of that stuff as well if your mentor didn't have dung for brains. you don't care that he is always mad at you; what's he going to do? tattle on you? you shrug off his chastisement and carry on with your training. you refuse to let hawkpaw be better than you because you know he will never shut-up about it if he is.

you spend much of your time when you're not training with your sisters. breezepaw is turning out to be a wonderful hunter, with swift paws and an even swifter mind. her mentor is a senior warrior, tough as nails, and the perfect fit for breezepaw. dawnpaw excels at hunting as well, though her real strengths lie in battle. she brings you down more times than you care to admit, but you don't mind even though your mentor does. he says that you need to not go easy on her just because she is your sister. you don't have the heart to tell him it's really because she is a better fighter than you. you aren't ready to admit that just yet. you are a fair hunter, though your rapidly growing body makes it difficult to coordinate your paws appropriately, and you crash more than you glide through shadowclan territory. you are far better suited for battle, as if you were born to rip and tear into the soft flesh of your adversaries. you have an uncanny way of finding your opponents weakness - except for dawnpaw's - and you use this to your full advantage. your brother and you square off sometimes, and you are able to take him down most of the time. it gives you great pride to know that you are better than him.

despite your feelings for hawkpaw, you worry about him and the way he speaks of the clan. his doubts about the way of life rattles you; you've never heard someone doubt the way of the clans before. you keep your fears to yourself, but you begin to feel fiercely protective over him, as if you have to save him from yourself. it isn't easy, you are all of ten moons, and he is more stubborn than you. he wants you to leave him alone, and let him do his own thing, but you know that if he is left to his own devices, he will destroy himself. you lose sleep over this, worrying about what he is doing, and what he is going to do. you overhear him speaking to one of his friends about leaving the clan, and your heart thumps uncomfortably in your chest. there is no way that hawkpaw would truly abandon the clan, is there? you toss and turn that night, sleeping fretfully, until exhaustion pulls you under.

the rest of your training seems to fly by at an incredible rate. you've conquered your awkwardness, and you fill out your large frame. you are a force to be reckoned with, strong and capable, and arrogant. your arrogance is toxic, alienating you from your other apprentices. your sisters are embarrassed to be around you, but you blame them for that. they are jealous of your abilities, of the way you do everything with ease, and that isn't your problem; it is theirs. when you look into the eyes of your hawkpaw, you see jealousy, though you know now that it is hate that you saw. you've reached the point in your training where you no longer care what your mentor says to you or about you. you have earned your place as a warrior, and you no longer want to wait for your ceremony. you want it to happen now, not in a moon from now.

you've been a warrior for just over a moon now. the warriors den is crowded, but comfortable enough yet the sound of your brother leaving his nest rouses you, your eyes opening slowly. he's jittery, his paws unsure, his eyes wild. he slinks out of the den with a flick of his tail.

"hawkstrike, where are you going?" you ask in hushed tones. it is the dead of night, the moon is waning, just visible over the peaks of the pine. your brother turns to look at you, a growl poised on his lips, and his ears flatten to his skull.

"get away from me, stormheart. you have no business in mine." he is an intimidating creature, larger than you, and you know more blood thirsty. he is the embodiment of power, muscles rippling under his tabby coat, and deadly claws unsheathing from their confinement. his gaze is no longer wild, but dark and dangerous. your instinct is to turn and leave, but your fear of him does not outweigh your fear for him. you take a step toward him, and he growls a warning to you. you stop and watch as your brother leaves the camp. you're torn as to whether to go after him, or to leave him be and talk to him in the morning. however a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach warns you that he won't be there in the morning. you take off after him.

the territory is lit only by the weak moons in the sky, and the trees cast shadows upon your trail. hawkstrike's scent is strong making him easy to follow. your steps falter when the pungent stench of thunderclan catches your nostrils and your heart skips a beat. you stop, and look around, your heart hammering against your rib cage. you can no longer smell your brother. you lash your tail angrily and curse under your breath, then turn to go back to camp.

a screech of surprise and pain rips from your throat as you're struck from the side and sent flying. you land on your shoulder and wince at the pain. your brother is moving towards you, his ears back, hackles raised. you scramble to your feet and meet his challenge.

"i told you to back off, stormheart!" his voice is thickened by a growl, threatening. you unsheathe your claws, and circle to the right as he goes left. "where are your going?" you ask, trying to keep your hurt and anger out of your voice. a maniacal laugh tears through the still night air, and you cringe. "away from this cesspool! away from you and shadowclan." he stalks towards you, with his head down low. "i just need to make sure you cannot follow me." you don't have time to react before he launches himself at you, throwing you onto your back and biting onto your neck. you squirm and try try to rake him with your back claws, but he is smarter than that. hot white pain rips through your body as his teeth pierce the fragile skin on your neck. he lets go of you, your blood dripping from his maw and he stands over you, daring you to do something. "back off." his growl reverberates through your body as he rakes you across the face with his claws and takes off into the night. you lay in your own blood, fearful for you life. you slowly slip out of consciousness.

when you awake, you are in the medicine cats den and your entire body aches. the medicine cat tells you that you were ambushed by rogues, but you know it was hawkstrike. your brother. your kin. you try to move, but you can't; you try to speak but your throat is raw. you drift back off to sleep.

news of your brother's disappearance quickly makes its way around the camp. his scent is long gone from shadowclan territory, and the search parties have been called off. you tell them that he attacked you and left of his own accord, but no one believes you. your sisters are appalled that you would even suggest that, and choose not to speak to you. you are left to heal on your own, your support system broken, along with your pride.

you swore to protect your brother from himself, and you failed. it is a weight you will carry for the rest of your life.


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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT?

• stormheart lounges in front of you, the tip of his tail flicking. his expression betrays his boredom with you. "starclan is the lifeblood of the clans. anyone who doesn't believe in starclan is afraid to believe in something bigger than themselves. starclan was the only thing that kept me going after hawkstrike attacked me and took off from the clan." he casts his gaze down to his paws and his whiskers twitch irritably.

FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY?

• "i remember tales of tigerstar - strong, formidable, someone that demanded respect as soon as one was aware of his presence." stormheart shrugs his shoulders and swipes a paw over his ear."but i never met him, so what do i know?"

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?

• smokeheart stares at you, but does not speak for several moments. when he does, it's flippant."nothing. fear is for the weak." his mind wanders to the not so distant memory of the maniacal look on his brothers face, only this time he's here to kill. stormfrost stiffens and avoids your gaze.

IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE?

• "let's see, hmm. well my sisters don't talk to me because they think i lied about hawkstrike, and my 'mother' is too busy focusing on her real kit, that i don't even think she knows my warrior name." his tone is bitter, and his ears flick back."hawkstrike would describe me as unfocused, competitive and whiny. but that's just a guess. who knows if it holds any merits. next time i see him, i'll ask his reasoning." stormheart glares for a moment longer, then gets up and walks away, the fur along his neck bristling.

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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - envy

PRONOUNS - she/her

TIMEZONE - MDT

OTHER CHARACTERS - @asterfang

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