Flurrystorm

lichenclan

tall and longhaired blue smoke colorpoint molly with watery blue eyes

    An oddly large cat in a clan that does not boast particularly grand sizes, Flurrypaw stands 11 inches (28 cm) tall at the shoulder. She is more boxy than graceful, with a stocky body and limbs. Her frame is made up of hard lines roped together by wiry musculature. She weighs a hearty 10 lbs (4.5 kg), and may gain more heft as she becomes more muscular. Flurrystorm is not lithe nor delicate like many of her clanmates but she knows how to use her powerful body to her advantage.

    Thick and glossy, Flurrystorm sports a lengthy coat. It is often tangled, but very tame in comparison to those of many of her relatives. She is careful to keep herself presentable in terms of not having a speck of debris on her. Her tail is a shorter bottle brush and her ear fur is long. She has more skin around her neck and scruff, resulting in a longer ruff wreathing her neck. The looser skin and thicker fur there protects her throat.

    She is swathed in an off white coat with warm blue darkening the points. Her legs and tail remain very pale, with the blue-grey mask across her face being the deepest color. Her small, triangular ears share the same color and are set wide on her head. The smoke patterning she has is hard to see with her pale coat, but she has faint ghost tabby markings on her face. She has no white spotting, giving her a neat and symmetrical appearance.

    Flurrystorm's head is small and wide, with a domed skull and short muzzle. This combined with her half-lidded eyes give her an undeniable glower. She also has a charcoal grey snub nose. These traits are uncommon in a clan where most have more delicate faces, but are defining features of her family. Her whiskers are long, white, and sweep downwards. Her pale eyes are easily her most striking feature, outlined in deep grey. They are a washed out icy blue color, much lighter than most who posses blue eyes. In some lights they even appear white, flashing like full moons.

     At first glance she doesn't share very many traits with her brother, what with her stocky build and thick skull versus his long body and angular features. Her washed out colors versus his contrasting striped points and vibrant gaze. Regardless, the same blood runs in their veins. There have been siblings that look less similar than they in Lichenclan before, with Flurrystorm resembling her father's side more and Driftpaw his mother's.

    Her paws are small but wide, with carefully kept claws sheathed within them. Flurrystorm smells vaguely of salt—though nobody knows exactly why—and sweet, mellow mint. She moves with a heavier, lumbering gait, almost like a bear, with her head slightly lowered. Her voice is softer and more high pitched than what most would think of when they see her, it could almost be described as cute. She has scars between her shoulder blades and faint claw scars on her left leg, and the tip of her left ear is missing from a sparring mishap.

+ shrewd, resolute, earnest
    Flurrystorm is an astute cat, following her head rather than her heart. Her keen mind can easily find solutions to problems and judge situations at a moment's notice. And then she can manipulate them so that they best suit her. She is determined in a different way than many, with loyalty that does not waver and responsibility that does not get pushed aside. When she is given motivation, she will not stop until that task is completed to her liking. This presents itself in both stubbornness and a hardworking and dedicated attitude.
    In addition to her tendency to overwork herself, this molly is very serious. She treats situations with the weight she believes they deserve. Flurrystorm holds both herself and others to high standards, and will not tolerate any fooling around. Rarely making jokes, and rarely taking them well. She might be seen as a pessimistic or solemn cat, if her temper was not so fierce. This trait does not always show itself in honesty, Flurrystorm has been known to lie on occasion.

- pugnacious, domineering, haughty
    Though her name alludes to coldness and snow, Flurrystorm has an aggressive fire within her. She is quick to pick out weaknesses in a cat and address them, enough so that her clanmates are sure to tread carefully around her. Not hesitating to pull any punches, she speaks her mind without a filter.  Any arguments against her will face her scorn. Additionally, Flurrystorm is overbearing and stuck-up at best. She has everything to prove, likes to be in control, and is deeply pleased with what she has accomplished. Or at least she presents it that way.

loves: Starclan and her family, praise, rocks she deems pretty.
likes: Sparring, grooming and being groomed, colorful flowers, swimming.
dislikes: Sleeping, bright sunlight, feathers, strong smells, aimlessness.
hates: Redwoodclanners, grass stains, cats she perceives as weak, unbelievers, wet prey.
secrets: She doesn't want to have kits... and she's not sure whether she wants a mate, either.
fears: She pretends that she is afraid of nothing, but she fears failure and rejection.
dreams: To become a formidable warrior, stay true to Starclan, and finally show that Redwoodclan scum what they've had coming for a long time.

    Flurrykit was born second to a single brother named Driftkit. When there's only two kits, being born second means being born last. Her parents had expected a larger litter, given that their father had five littermates, so they came as a surprise. Regardless, Mistfall and Blizzard- were perfectly content with their pair. They named them for their snowy white coats that would soon darken with the cold. Most kits were born of necessity, an arrangement by the parents for a strong bloodline. Flurrykit and Driftkit were the exception, for though their parents had been nudged together, they loved one another.

    As the first kittens born among their aunts and uncles, they were instantly loved and given much attention from their family. Flurrykit thrived on the attention from her kin, showing off her barbed tongue and sharp wit. Her brother was a little less intense, but kept up with his sister easily. Taught from the beginning the importance of Starclan, especially from her mother, Flurrykit was the perfect example of a devout young cat. She was kept sheltered from the rebellious ideas of some within the clan, out of fear that they would poison her mind.

    One of Flurrykit's most vivid first memories is her baptism. She remembers her mother, Mistfall, telling her and her brother how important it was that they behaved well and stayed calm. She looked at her daughter when she said that, knowing that she wouldn't hesitate to voice any complaints. But surprisingly, Flurrypaw had been gentle as a lamb. The water was very cold, but her lungs hadn't ached. She was cleansed, she was a new cat. From that day she vowed she wouldn't be her parent's second born any longer, she would be their star.

    It was evident that Flurrykit would become the tough, spitfire warrior of her generation. Both her parents were a little taken aback by just how much spirit the molly had in her, but they weren't going to complain. It was a little uncommon for a cat, especially a molly, to be so openly outspoken in Lichenclan. But her parents were more forward-thinking, despite not being perfect. Her father joked once that she had stolen Driftkit's spunk in the womb. Speaking of Driftkit, as the eldest, he still had expectations set upon him. But different ones than his sister.

    He was supposed to be solemn and respectful, but follow the stars just as much as any. Their parents were lenient with Flurrykit because she was not the promised legacy of their family. Driftkit was. His parents had arranged him to become mates with one of the mollies in the nursery after they became warriors. She came from a bloodline just as strong as theirs, and her name was Mothkit. She was already a friend of the pair, and Flurrykit wasn't especially sure how to feel about this.

    Thank Starclan that Flurrykit was not officially arranged. Her parents still talked to her about a tom they would greatly support her courtship of, but she was able to brush them off. She was in no way enthused. She'd never tell them that she didn't want to have kits, because she wasn't sure what they'd do or think or say. And her parents loved her, what would the clan think of it? She pushed those thoughts aside, she would burn that bridge when she came to it.

    Everything else was all well and good in the family until not but a moon before Flurrykit and her brother were to become apprentices. Their mother had always been frail, especially after having a litter. So when sickness struck the clan, she didn't make it. The loss of their mother hit her children hard, both of them reacting in different ways. Flurrykit found solace in Starclan, knowing her mother was looking down on her. Everyone had a time, and however unfair it was... that was the way of a warrior. She couldn't change it, so why fight it?

    Though she doesn't know, her brother had renounced the stars that day, for they had taken his mother from him.

    Blizzard- became much more protective of his son and daughter, which Flurrykit despised. Her opinion of him soured, and instead she attached herself to her uncle Bristlefur. He was a good role model for her to have, and encouraged her to become strong to fight in the war. She also started to become close with another uncle of hers, Breezespirit, who told her many stories about Starclan. Bristlefur seemed to not approve of him teaching Flurrykit, which she didn't understand but didn't question.

    Flurrypaw is an apprentice now, and she's taken to her training like a fish to water. Very easily, and like if she stops doing her duties she'll die. Her relationship with Mothpaw and Driftpaw is a little more distant now that she has duties to focus on. Yet she remains more cordial towards them and Mothpaw's brother, Deerpaw, than her other denmates. She feels a tiny bit left out, since her friends are betrothed. But she doesn't envy them. Mothpaw and Deerpaw had lost their own parents not long before their apprenticeship, so she feels for her friends. They sometimes sit together, sharing their grief in both silence and words.

    She's prickly towards the other apprentices at best, explicitly aggressive at worst. Teasing cats like Twilightpaw, and any others she finds weak. She's also gained a rival in Otterpaw, who presses her every button but also pushes her to work harder—be better. Flurrypaw is determined to be the greatest strong and devout warrior she can be. The one her family would be proud of to call their kin. The one her mother would be proud of. Because she knows that Mistfall is looking down on her from Starclan, watching her every step...