Post by silent on May 27, 2013 21:08:46 GMT -5
NAME! Fadedstorm
AGE! 37 moons
RANK! Warrior
GENDER! MALE
CLAN! Thunderclan
SHORT DESC.! A long haired spikey furred light silver tabby tom with bright green eyes
FULL DESCRIPTION!
PERSONALITY!
HISTORY!
RP EXAMPLE!
Twitch twitch, something was gently rubbing his nose, he could feel something soft and feather like on his nostrils as he tried to take in air while asleep. It was what had woken him up, but he was careful to not move, less he disturb his sisters. This was one night where he had opted to sleep in the nursery with his mother and the new kits. Swankit and Larchkit were a handful, but so adorable and strong. It had been a rare occasion when he didn't sleep in the nursery with them all since the dog attack, and the kits birth. Such a brutal way for his father to die, had him over protective of his family now. Adderdance was being just the opposite it seemed as the tom tended to avoid looking at his new sisters. Featherpaw was wrapped up in her warrior training, but she stopped in to see her sisters once in a while, and seemed alright. She always had a detatched way of veiwing death after all. It was his mother he was worried about. She was getting older, and had mentioned that this was her last litter even before shadepelt had passed. Cracking an eye open, he watched little Swankit squirm in her sleep, the offending tail now removed from his nose. Smiling he wondered what he would ever do if anything happened to them. He needed to protect them now, his father was no longer with them, and there mother was weak. He needed to talk to adderdance. Maybe he was being too intrusive, but he felt it was his duty to his family. After all blood was what bonded them, and that was something right?
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AGE! 37 moons
RANK! Warrior
GENDER! MALE
CLAN! Thunderclan
SHORT DESC.! A long haired spikey furred light silver tabby tom with bright green eyes
FULL DESCRIPTION!
Fadedstorm is an imposing looking tom cat. His body is almost always fluffed out like his fur is standing on end. He sits rather high off the ground and is actually quite a long bodied cat for a tom with long hair. His muscles are are lean and well formed, not bulky nor bulging from his body. If it weren't for the long fur, he would look quite tame. His eyes are a stark green, and tend to stand out against his lighter frame. His stripes are very thick, though near his head they are more faded. His name comes from his pelt as the stripes fade into the lighter grey on his body.
PERSONALITY!
Fadedstorm is a gentle soul and in fact is quite easy to make friends with. He loves kits and will eagerly watch over the little bundles and play with them without shame. Fadedstorm loves to fight, and will spend all day training if he could get away with it. His warrior name was given to him for his fighting caliber, and he is very proud of that. It often comes to the forefront that if anyone is bothering someone he likes, he will step in and defend them. If he thinks its right, he won't hesitate to get involved, and he will gladly pummel those insolent enough to try and take advantage of others.
He ironically is very bad at play down his tougher side to others that don't know him very well. His fur plays a part to that. It makes him look very mad, or disturbed since it always manages to poke out at odd angles seemingly with a mind of its own. He hopes that one day a she cat will take to him and he can start a family. He has ambition and wouldn't mind leading as a deputy, but isn't overly concerned on the matter and is content to remain a warrior.
HISTORY!
Fadedstorm was kitted from a she cat named Tinytail, and a tom named Shadepelt. He has two siblings a sister and a brother, one older and one younger. There names are Adderdance his older brother, and Featherpaw there little sister. Both were very caring parents and taught all of there kits well. Recently Shadepelt was killed by one of the dogs that attacked the Thunderclan camp in order to save them and the last litter that he and his mate were to have. That night of the attack, Tinytail had Swankit and Larchkit, two small she cats. Fadedstorm is very proud of his family and works had to make time to visit them all and be a good example for his three little sisters. He is very competitive of his older brother.
Fadedstorm's mentor was Shriekstrike, a particularly bossy female, that was hard on him, yet tender in her own way. He learned well off of her, and was eager to show off anything he learned to his older sibling. He was over joyed once he received his warrior name for it represented his skill in fighting like his brother's name had. It was also nice for him to be able to see his sister become and apprentice many moons later. While fighting the dogs he was greatly hurt when his father was killed, and vowed that no harm would come to the two kits, nor his sister featherpaw. As such he unintentionally babies them, and will spend as much time with them as possible. Contrary to his brother that believes there mother is enough for the kits and doesn't want to get to close to them. He has not mentored an apprentice yet.
RP EXAMPLE!
Twitch twitch, something was gently rubbing his nose, he could feel something soft and feather like on his nostrils as he tried to take in air while asleep. It was what had woken him up, but he was careful to not move, less he disturb his sisters. This was one night where he had opted to sleep in the nursery with his mother and the new kits. Swankit and Larchkit were a handful, but so adorable and strong. It had been a rare occasion when he didn't sleep in the nursery with them all since the dog attack, and the kits birth. Such a brutal way for his father to die, had him over protective of his family now. Adderdance was being just the opposite it seemed as the tom tended to avoid looking at his new sisters. Featherpaw was wrapped up in her warrior training, but she stopped in to see her sisters once in a while, and seemed alright. She always had a detatched way of veiwing death after all. It was his mother he was worried about. She was getting older, and had mentioned that this was her last litter even before shadepelt had passed. Cracking an eye open, he watched little Swankit squirm in her sleep, the offending tail now removed from his nose. Smiling he wondered what he would ever do if anything happened to them. He needed to protect them now, his father was no longer with them, and there mother was weak. He needed to talk to adderdance. Maybe he was being too intrusive, but he felt it was his duty to his family. After all blood was what bonded them, and that was something right?
Did you purchase a trait for this character from the site store? Yes or no?:
no
