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Post by l.ast of the [wild]s on Mar 31, 2007 14:43:55 GMT -5
Name: Wildstorm
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Shadowclan
Description: Wildstorm is an average-sized she-cat. During the day her pelt is a rich autumn brown, almost earthen if you will. However when the sun sets it's as black as night.
Her strength is in the power of her legs. She's a fast cat, who uses that same strength to pounce on her enemies from above. Her legs are littered with silver steel stripes, resembling that of an ancient tiger's. Her tail's end is rimmed with the same steel silver. Her eyes are th same dark color as her pelt, yet they hold blue flecks that at times look as bright as the sky, yet other times they're as dark as indigo.
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/BuenosAires/Recoletta/XA9U5028.JPG
Personality: All in all, Wildstorm is something akin to a gruff cat. She is one with a quick temper and an even quicker snap. Wildstorm is rough around the edges when it comes to being approached. Her anger at other cats is probably due to their judgment of her sister and her. However, underneath her hard exterior, she is truly a worrisome cat. Everyday she is assaulted with worry for her sister Mossstorm, being the only when in Shadowclan who truly understands her. Since her clanmates had shown hostility toward the two, she is always afraid of something happening to her sister.
Besides all that she is truly a loyal cat. Whenever someone actually gains her trust, she will be their for her friend through thick and thin. However, if someone misuses her, you can expect her to vanish without a trace.
History: Just like her sister Mossstorm, Wildstorm was raised as a Shadowclan cat. She is a bit older than her sister, but not by much. She’s the gruffer, older sister of Shadowpaw. From kithood to apprenticeship, Wildstorm showed signs of reckless behaivor that got her into danger more than once. She doesn’t like being cooped up in the camp and would rather be were the action is, if not to fight then at least to look out for her friends. One time, when she was an apprentice, she heard her sister had been caught in a fight. Without waiting for her mentor, Wildpaw had ran out of camp to find her sister bleeding and almost blind. During the days her sister spent time in the medicine cat’s den, she swore to protect and watch out for her family forever.
Unlike her sister, who had earned her name after saving a younger cat, Wildpaw had earned her name in an entirely different way. When her mentor decided she was ready for an assessment, Wildpaw was as excited as ever. What neither of the two cats had known, was that a terrible storm had been brewing that day. During one of her hunts, the storm had struck in a burst of thunder and lightning. Wildpaw had been separated from her mentor, and her mentor had to return to the Clan camp after a while. She had been left alone in the growing cold, wind, and rain. None of the Clan knew if she would survive the storm. Wildpaw had fund shelter underneath the base of an old, broken tree. She had to curl up as tight as she could to protect herself against the cold. That was the worst night of her life.
In the morning, when the storm had passed. One of the warriors had been shocked to see Wildpaw stumbling through the entrance, battered, beaten, but not defeated. She had left the camp an apprentice and had come back a survivor. Her leader had named her Wildstorm, after the wild storm that had nearly cost her her life.
IC: There was thunder and lightning all around her. It blasted against the dark, gray clouds that swirled in the sky. Wind and rain splattered against the ground and at the old bark of the broken tree she had found to shelter under. The dark earthen apprentice trembled violently and curled closer to the tall, leaning tree. She shivered as the storm raged and blasted in her face, illuminating the death that reeked closer to her as the wind howled in her ears. It was cold, oh so cold and lonely.
Mother I want to go home!
But her family wasn’t here with her. She ws here by herself, underneath a broken tree, curled up tightly for warmth and with no way to find and get back to her Clan camp. Wildpaw let out a whimper and closed her blue-flecked eyes, blocking out the sight of the gathering clouds. In order for her to return to her Clan, she would have to survive the wild storm raging above her.
Alone. Oh so very alone.
Password: Secrets
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Shadowclan
Description: Wildstorm is an average-sized she-cat. During the day her pelt is a rich autumn brown, almost earthen if you will. However when the sun sets it's as black as night.
Her strength is in the power of her legs. She's a fast cat, who uses that same strength to pounce on her enemies from above. Her legs are littered with silver steel stripes, resembling that of an ancient tiger's. Her tail's end is rimmed with the same steel silver. Her eyes are th same dark color as her pelt, yet they hold blue flecks that at times look as bright as the sky, yet other times they're as dark as indigo.
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/BuenosAires/Recoletta/XA9U5028.JPG
Personality: All in all, Wildstorm is something akin to a gruff cat. She is one with a quick temper and an even quicker snap. Wildstorm is rough around the edges when it comes to being approached. Her anger at other cats is probably due to their judgment of her sister and her. However, underneath her hard exterior, she is truly a worrisome cat. Everyday she is assaulted with worry for her sister Mossstorm, being the only when in Shadowclan who truly understands her. Since her clanmates had shown hostility toward the two, she is always afraid of something happening to her sister.
Besides all that she is truly a loyal cat. Whenever someone actually gains her trust, she will be their for her friend through thick and thin. However, if someone misuses her, you can expect her to vanish without a trace.
History: Just like her sister Mossstorm, Wildstorm was raised as a Shadowclan cat. She is a bit older than her sister, but not by much. She’s the gruffer, older sister of Shadowpaw. From kithood to apprenticeship, Wildstorm showed signs of reckless behaivor that got her into danger more than once. She doesn’t like being cooped up in the camp and would rather be were the action is, if not to fight then at least to look out for her friends. One time, when she was an apprentice, she heard her sister had been caught in a fight. Without waiting for her mentor, Wildpaw had ran out of camp to find her sister bleeding and almost blind. During the days her sister spent time in the medicine cat’s den, she swore to protect and watch out for her family forever.
Unlike her sister, who had earned her name after saving a younger cat, Wildpaw had earned her name in an entirely different way. When her mentor decided she was ready for an assessment, Wildpaw was as excited as ever. What neither of the two cats had known, was that a terrible storm had been brewing that day. During one of her hunts, the storm had struck in a burst of thunder and lightning. Wildpaw had been separated from her mentor, and her mentor had to return to the Clan camp after a while. She had been left alone in the growing cold, wind, and rain. None of the Clan knew if she would survive the storm. Wildpaw had fund shelter underneath the base of an old, broken tree. She had to curl up as tight as she could to protect herself against the cold. That was the worst night of her life.
In the morning, when the storm had passed. One of the warriors had been shocked to see Wildpaw stumbling through the entrance, battered, beaten, but not defeated. She had left the camp an apprentice and had come back a survivor. Her leader had named her Wildstorm, after the wild storm that had nearly cost her her life.
IC: There was thunder and lightning all around her. It blasted against the dark, gray clouds that swirled in the sky. Wind and rain splattered against the ground and at the old bark of the broken tree she had found to shelter under. The dark earthen apprentice trembled violently and curled closer to the tall, leaning tree. She shivered as the storm raged and blasted in her face, illuminating the death that reeked closer to her as the wind howled in her ears. It was cold, oh so cold and lonely.
Mother I want to go home!
But her family wasn’t here with her. She ws here by herself, underneath a broken tree, curled up tightly for warmth and with no way to find and get back to her Clan camp. Wildpaw let out a whimper and closed her blue-flecked eyes, blocking out the sight of the gathering clouds. In order for her to return to her Clan, she would have to survive the wild storm raging above her.
Alone. Oh so very alone.
Password: Secrets
