Post by rain on Sept 18, 2019 22:14:08 GMT -6
STORMFOOT
LICHENCLAN
MOSTLY BLACK AND WHITE TOM WITH PALE YELLOW EYES
warrior
tom
60 moons
Appearance
This cat is built. The first thing that is noticeable about this tom is the fact that he is structured like a boulder. His face is pretty round and big, topped off by stubby yet wide ears. His muzzle is a bit stubby on his face too, but like everything about him, it's also wide and really doesn't need to stick out to be noticeable. In terms of coloring, besides his chin and whiskers, he hails an all black head that contrasts well with his pale, light yellow eyes.
The white on his chin seems to seep into his chest and spread like spilled milk. It thins down near his stomach, but only invades one of his legs where it meets its end down at his right toes. Besides that, his entire pelt is of black, the type of black that has a very distinctive blueish sheen to it as a raven does on its feathers.
His body balances well with his head, matching the same wide and bulky structure. In fact, he almost looks obese with the muscle this big boy packs. Reminiscent of a tiger, he has a squared torso, followed by stocky yet strong legs. His body doesn't lack that pattern of thickness anywhere, except his tail, which is long and slender, probably the only thing on his body that doesn't look like it has a pound of muscle on it. This cat looks, and can, pack a punch.
The white on his chin seems to seep into his chest and spread like spilled milk. It thins down near his stomach, but only invades one of his legs where it meets its end down at his right toes. Besides that, his entire pelt is of black, the type of black that has a very distinctive blueish sheen to it as a raven does on its feathers.
His body balances well with his head, matching the same wide and bulky structure. In fact, he almost looks obese with the muscle this big boy packs. Reminiscent of a tiger, he has a squared torso, followed by stocky yet strong legs. His body doesn't lack that pattern of thickness anywhere, except his tail, which is long and slender, probably the only thing on his body that doesn't look like it has a pound of muscle on it. This cat looks, and can, pack a punch.
Personality
LOYAL/MORAL
Stormfoot is one of the most loyal cats you will ever come across. He follows a code, and one of those rules is to fight for whoever you owe. Speaking of his code, he has a very strict moral code he follows. He isn't afraid to fight, but he won't cause injury unless ordered or every other possible option has been evaluated. He also will respect any cat that respects him, and is not the type to be rude for any occasion.
MYSTERIOUS/SILENT/TO HIMSELF
Stormfoot comes off as mysterious only because he is quiet. Not shy, just quiet. He very greatly prefers his isolation, and much prefers talking to himself over another cat. It isn't like he hates or is afraid of other minds mingling with his own, he just likes being alone. As an introvert, it just takes a lot of energy to communicate with others, and recharges with time to himself. When he does talk, to add to the mystery of his aura, he speaks in brief and curt responses. Even on the spot, he really doesn't have much to say.
INTELLIGENT/OBSERVANT
Stormfoot is definitely not all brawn. In fact, he is probably more mind despite his muscular body. He has a preference of forming a strategy over making the first move, and would much rather think problems through than start a war over them. His planning compliments his superb observational skills. He picks up on things really fast. Not only does he honestly enjoy studying others just as a personal way to get to know someone, but in just one interaction he can pin point minuscule gestures or habits that will be forever documented in his mind.
SELF DEPRECATING/SELF LOATHING
Stormfoot...doesn't really like himself too well. He might have the strong stance of a confident warrior, but he is trapped in an endless loop of self doubt and ridiculing himself. The only pro to this is he has an obsession with correcting the things he despises about himself, but this in turn creates this permanent mental block that stops him from ever being satisfied in himself. Thus, constantly criticizing and trying to improve what probably isn't even a problem.
History
Stormfoot was actually known as Ravenpaw in what felt like a lifetime ago. Born in LichenClan, he had two siblings, Swiftpaw and Wavepaw. His kithood was spent here, learning lush histories and traditions passed down generation to generation, and he full heartedly was invested in being the best warrior he could be. On top of, of course, beating his siblings in a game of tag.
With a pretty safe and uninteresting upbringing, going into apprenticeship was an extremely exciting feat for him and his sisters. All that was flooding their heads were the stories they heard, and were ready to recklessly jump into the new world from the comfort of their nursery. A little too ready.
Only a few days after they became apprentices, Ravenpaw had been antsy and frustrated about not being able to finish their first tour. Just when they were about to reach the shoreline of their territory, due to a late start because of some immature arguing from other apprentices, the sun was just about to set, making it too dangerous and pointless to venture further. Ravenpaw had been dreaming of the day he could see the shore in person. But just because of some petty bickering he wasn't able to. But that would change.
With a lot of convincing, he managed to get Wavepaw and Swiftpaw to tag along on his personal patrol. His excitement drowned out the looming clouds and distant thunder that warned them of their upcoming arrival. This experience would put him a step ahead anyway. He wanted to be the best.
It was all fun and games at first. Ravenpaw had successfully lead his pack to the shoreline, and it was definitely the most overwhelming sight the black tom had ever scene. It was grander than he ever imagined. Filled with encouragement over the lack of disappointment over the scene, he jumped in.
He heard Wavepaw jump in after him, but that was the last thing he heard before the crack of lightning that would begin his path to hell.
Ravenpaw opened his eyes. He was drenched, cold, and weak. Senses disoriented, he picked up his head and tried to rack his brain on what he was doing on a sandbank he wasn't familiar with. Then a dark figure distracted him.
The stranger introduced himself as Curiosity, and with curious yet sympathetic eyes, he asked what happened. Ravenpaw recollected the events, remembering what got him in his current state as he vented to what he could only assume was his savior. After he was finished, what the older tom's response was would be the first time he had ever felt his heart torn in two.
Deceit, Curiosity decided, would be his new name, for from what Ravenpaw told him, especially since it was Ravenpaw's idea to go to the shore, Curiosity had concluded Ravenpaw was the fault for his siblings deaths in the water, and that he should be guilty for being the only survivor.
Since then, Deceit has lived as a rogue, roaming as Curiosity's follower with no other will to live than that.
That was until Lily
Lily killed him so fast that no one could stop her. Refusing to give into his friend's murderer, he immediately left the rogues, choosing to wander isolated from any cat. Until he met Rootclaw, who he had met on the border of LichenClan. he had saved her from drowning, and since that fateful encounter they had met each other multiple times. although Rootclaw's objective was to obviously get information about his ex rogue leader and their plans, after Curiosity was killed he returned to her as her new follower. he respected her and found her very charming and beautiful, despite her quirky and aggressive approaches. It would be after a conversation with her about his name that he would not only pledge his loyalty to her from that point on, but be named Storm instead of Deceit after the storm that sent him away from his Clan.
The next time he would see her would be during the great battle, where he would find her, and his sister, who was surprisingly still alive. But during the battle, after being reunited after so many moons, she would die in the claws of a warrior. In her honor, he joins his birth Clan under his new warrior name: Stormfoot.
The battle would finally close with Yarrowstar's new reign, and in their newfound peace, Rootclaw would become pregnant. Stormfoot would take the news with happiness stronger than he had ever felt in his life, promising her that he would take over her duties in the nursery any moments they weren't nursing or she just needed to get out. If he could have, he would have taken over mother duties entirely, nursing them with his own milk.
But he did his best without milk, the kits coming into the world in an unfamiliar nursery thanks to the flood taking over their camp and tunnels, leaving them settled in their birch forests. Despite these strained conditions and foreign nests, Stormfoot has considered to be the peak of his life after moving into the nursery with his mate and two kits, Swiftkit, he named after his sister, and Clawkit, Rootclaw named to destine him with strength (and maybe after herself). He would also make a close friend in Lavendermist as they helped raise their kits together, making him feel more belonged in his Clan than ever before.
The Clan has now returned home to camp, the flood waters residing and all left to do was repair. But better news than that? His precious kits were now apprentices, he couldn't be more proud, and worried.
With a pretty safe and uninteresting upbringing, going into apprenticeship was an extremely exciting feat for him and his sisters. All that was flooding their heads were the stories they heard, and were ready to recklessly jump into the new world from the comfort of their nursery. A little too ready.
Only a few days after they became apprentices, Ravenpaw had been antsy and frustrated about not being able to finish their first tour. Just when they were about to reach the shoreline of their territory, due to a late start because of some immature arguing from other apprentices, the sun was just about to set, making it too dangerous and pointless to venture further. Ravenpaw had been dreaming of the day he could see the shore in person. But just because of some petty bickering he wasn't able to. But that would change.
With a lot of convincing, he managed to get Wavepaw and Swiftpaw to tag along on his personal patrol. His excitement drowned out the looming clouds and distant thunder that warned them of their upcoming arrival. This experience would put him a step ahead anyway. He wanted to be the best.
It was all fun and games at first. Ravenpaw had successfully lead his pack to the shoreline, and it was definitely the most overwhelming sight the black tom had ever scene. It was grander than he ever imagined. Filled with encouragement over the lack of disappointment over the scene, he jumped in.
He heard Wavepaw jump in after him, but that was the last thing he heard before the crack of lightning that would begin his path to hell.
Ravenpaw opened his eyes. He was drenched, cold, and weak. Senses disoriented, he picked up his head and tried to rack his brain on what he was doing on a sandbank he wasn't familiar with. Then a dark figure distracted him.
The stranger introduced himself as Curiosity, and with curious yet sympathetic eyes, he asked what happened. Ravenpaw recollected the events, remembering what got him in his current state as he vented to what he could only assume was his savior. After he was finished, what the older tom's response was would be the first time he had ever felt his heart torn in two.
Deceit, Curiosity decided, would be his new name, for from what Ravenpaw told him, especially since it was Ravenpaw's idea to go to the shore, Curiosity had concluded Ravenpaw was the fault for his siblings deaths in the water, and that he should be guilty for being the only survivor.
Since then, Deceit has lived as a rogue, roaming as Curiosity's follower with no other will to live than that.
That was until Lily
Lily killed him so fast that no one could stop her. Refusing to give into his friend's murderer, he immediately left the rogues, choosing to wander isolated from any cat. Until he met Rootclaw, who he had met on the border of LichenClan. he had saved her from drowning, and since that fateful encounter they had met each other multiple times. although Rootclaw's objective was to obviously get information about his ex rogue leader and their plans, after Curiosity was killed he returned to her as her new follower. he respected her and found her very charming and beautiful, despite her quirky and aggressive approaches. It would be after a conversation with her about his name that he would not only pledge his loyalty to her from that point on, but be named Storm instead of Deceit after the storm that sent him away from his Clan.
The next time he would see her would be during the great battle, where he would find her, and his sister, who was surprisingly still alive. But during the battle, after being reunited after so many moons, she would die in the claws of a warrior. In her honor, he joins his birth Clan under his new warrior name: Stormfoot.
The battle would finally close with Yarrowstar's new reign, and in their newfound peace, Rootclaw would become pregnant. Stormfoot would take the news with happiness stronger than he had ever felt in his life, promising her that he would take over her duties in the nursery any moments they weren't nursing or she just needed to get out. If he could have, he would have taken over mother duties entirely, nursing them with his own milk.
But he did his best without milk, the kits coming into the world in an unfamiliar nursery thanks to the flood taking over their camp and tunnels, leaving them settled in their birch forests. Despite these strained conditions and foreign nests, Stormfoot has considered to be the peak of his life after moving into the nursery with his mate and two kits, Swiftkit, he named after his sister, and Clawkit, Rootclaw named to destine him with strength (and maybe after herself). He would also make a close friend in Lavendermist as they helped raise their kits together, making him feel more belonged in his Clan than ever before.
The Clan has now returned home to camp, the flood waters residing and all left to do was repair. But better news than that? His precious kits were now apprentices, he couldn't be more proud, and worried.
