Post by latitha on May 23, 2021 16:08:43 GMT -6
BLUESTORM
LICHENCLAN
blue ticked tabby she-cat with warm, yellow eyes
warrior
female
23 moons
Appearance
Bluestorm is not a big, bulky cat, nor is she a small and scrawny thing. She doesn't have an imposing presence and she certainly doesn't stalk in the shadows. In terms of stature, she is rather average. It isn't obvious right away, but she does have the slight impression of muscle, most notably in her legs. They're powerful, in running and, most of all, in fighting. Her personality doesn't reflect her suffix all that well, but when she goes head-to-head during battle, it quickly becomes clear why she was given her name. Her movements are quick, blows dealt in the blink of an eye before she hops back, awaiting her next chance to strike.
Her fur is short, rarely seen out of disarray. It's largely blue-grey in color, her legs, muzzle, and underbelly instead being a tan color. Tan also surrounds her eyes, bringing out the markings on her face. As is customary to ticked tabbies, her legs, face, and throat are marked with stripes. Rings can faintly be seen towards the end of her tail.
Like her overall appearance, her face is nothing special. It's somewhat angular, like many of her clan-mates', with defined cheeks and brows. Her eyes are round, expressive. They're warm yellow pools, sometimes a dull green in the right lighting. Over and around them are the tell-tale markings of a tabby, the distinct 'M' painted across her flat forehead, stripes reaching up from around her cheeks and towards the underside of her eyes.
Her fur is short, rarely seen out of disarray. It's largely blue-grey in color, her legs, muzzle, and underbelly instead being a tan color. Tan also surrounds her eyes, bringing out the markings on her face. As is customary to ticked tabbies, her legs, face, and throat are marked with stripes. Rings can faintly be seen towards the end of her tail.
Like her overall appearance, her face is nothing special. It's somewhat angular, like many of her clan-mates', with defined cheeks and brows. Her eyes are round, expressive. They're warm yellow pools, sometimes a dull green in the right lighting. Over and around them are the tell-tale markings of a tabby, the distinct 'M' painted across her flat forehead, stripes reaching up from around her cheeks and towards the underside of her eyes.
Personality
+ Motherly, Fierce, Observant, Empathetic, Clever
- Stand-off-ish, Reserved, Secretive, Lonely, Mistrustful
Like many others of her clan, she is reserved and stand-offish. She doesn't hold a distaste for socializing, per say, silence is just a default for her. She's always been quiet, an observer of the life that continues on around her. This can bring her melancholy, as she watches everyone converse and create relationships, meanwhile she sits on her own, only given her brother and aunt to keep her company. She is acquaintances with many, but friends with very few.
While she doesn't know many others very well, she looks over younger cats with a compassionate eye, ready to show them the kindness that the universe never gave her when she was growing up. She knows that living can mean suffering, so she does her best not to be the source of it, no matter the person. Even those that Lichenclan claims are 'lesser,' she treats with respect and a guarded kindness.
The she-cat shows others empathy, but trust is something she is a lot more careful in granting. Even some clan-mates of hers can find it difficult to get her to be comfortable around them. Due to her conflicting views on Starclan and the way their clan is run, she finds it hard to let others get to know her beyond a surface level, afraid that anything she says may be turned against her in the future. Death, too, is a roadblock, a looming threat she knows can happen at any moment after losing both her mother and father. She isn't sure if she could handle watching another loved one crumble away into nothing but a heap of fur.
Out of everything, if there isn't one thing she isn't ashamed of showing to those around her, it's her sharp mind. She's proven herself to be smart and calculating time and time again, especially when facing off against an opponent. She's fierce in moments where it's needed, though she doesn't find any joy in hurting others. She cares greatly for Lichenclan and will do whatever she can to protect it.
- Stand-off-ish, Reserved, Secretive, Lonely, Mistrustful
Like many others of her clan, she is reserved and stand-offish. She doesn't hold a distaste for socializing, per say, silence is just a default for her. She's always been quiet, an observer of the life that continues on around her. This can bring her melancholy, as she watches everyone converse and create relationships, meanwhile she sits on her own, only given her brother and aunt to keep her company. She is acquaintances with many, but friends with very few.
While she doesn't know many others very well, she looks over younger cats with a compassionate eye, ready to show them the kindness that the universe never gave her when she was growing up. She knows that living can mean suffering, so she does her best not to be the source of it, no matter the person. Even those that Lichenclan claims are 'lesser,' she treats with respect and a guarded kindness.
The she-cat shows others empathy, but trust is something she is a lot more careful in granting. Even some clan-mates of hers can find it difficult to get her to be comfortable around them. Due to her conflicting views on Starclan and the way their clan is run, she finds it hard to let others get to know her beyond a surface level, afraid that anything she says may be turned against her in the future. Death, too, is a roadblock, a looming threat she knows can happen at any moment after losing both her mother and father. She isn't sure if she could handle watching another loved one crumble away into nothing but a heap of fur.
Out of everything, if there isn't one thing she isn't ashamed of showing to those around her, it's her sharp mind. She's proven herself to be smart and calculating time and time again, especially when facing off against an opponent. She's fierce in moments where it's needed, though she doesn't find any joy in hurting others. She cares greatly for Lichenclan and will do whatever she can to protect it.
History
MOTHER;; Shellfur deceased, niece to Hollythroat
FATHER;; Rowantail deceased
BROTHER;; Hornetstrike adoptable
AUNT;; Poppyfrost adoptable
MENTOR;; Mousetuft
Bluekit and Hornetkit are born during tumultuous times, tensions mounting between Lichenclan and Redwoodclan as they fought over the Mooncave. As they're both mere kits, they grow up sheltered from the fights that go on outside the caves, instead free to play unbothered. Both of their parents are new to having kits, but Shellfur is a natural mother. Rowantail, on the other hand, is less equipped to deal with the small balls of energy. He's an awkward tom, unsure how to interact with them, thus he's stiff and quiet whenever he comes to visit them in the nursery. The two of them never seem to mind, though.
The first two moons of their life are relatively normal. Unaware of the state of the clans, they behave just like normal kits, though Bluekit takes after her father and is much less talkative than her brother, who is chatty all the time it seems. Then, on their third moon, Shellfur falls ill. It isn't anything serious at first, just a cough and stuffy nose. But it continues, further and further downhill, while her kits can do nothing but watch. Eventually she passes away, leaving Bluekit and Hornetkit alone.
Rowantail, devastated by the loss of his dear mate, turns his back on his own kits. Not long after he would die in battle.
The two kits were labelled as a bad omen from Starclan, given that their parents both died soon after their birth. That made many of the queens reluctant to take them in. With no one else to care for them, their aunt Poppyfrost took it upon herself to raise them. Hornetkit didn't get along with her very well, which is something that would never be mended, but Bluekit liked her plenty. She was grateful to her for taking care of them when no one else would.
Still, it was difficult to deal with the passing of Rowantail and Shellfur. Bluekit was practically mute afterwards, except for the occasional word here and there. Hornetkit, too, was affected. He had become overprotective of his sister, to a nearly unbearable extent. They had been dealt an unfortunate hand, but they didn't have much choice other than making due with what they had left.
"From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Bluepaw,"
The chants of the clan calling their names felt empty, unable to help herself from wishing that their mother and father were there, too, watching with pride in their eyes. Poppyfrost was there, though, and for that much she was appreciative.
Mousetuft, a tiny but very boisterous she-cat, was assigned as her mentor. She often gave Bluepaw a hard time about her quiet nature, urging her to try and make friends with her den-mates, but she was resistant. She didn't see the point, not when other apprentices liked to tease her for how little she talked. Hornetpaw was constantly coming to her rescue, of course, even though she didn't need him to protect her all the time.
Her mentor, like many of the cats in Lichenclan, was a firm believer and follower of Starclan. She supported Minnowstar, despite how extreme her ways of ruling were, and was always trying to teach Bluepaw the importance of respecting their leadership and especially their ancestors. Bluepaw had her doubts, though.
She questioned the way of Starclan, finding them a suitable target to blame for her parents' deaths. Not to mention the discord between the clans, the bloodshed that was happening while the stars sat by and watched, twinkling as if they were mocking the living. Her distrust of Starclan subsided as she got older and accepted the passing of her loved ones, but she still questioned the fanatic nature of her clan, especially when it came to Minnowstar.
Thanks to Poppyfrost, who always told her and Hornetpaw of Egretfeather as they grew up, she thought that said she-cat should be leading them. But she never told anyone that, except her own family members.
Since Egretfeather had long passed, Bluepaw saw it as her responsibility to protect her clan as passionately as she had. Mousetuft was taken aback by her apprentice's skill in battle training, not expecting a whirlwind from the quiet she-cat. It satisfied her, in a way, seeing the surprise on the older cat's face. Many others would seem shocked, too, when she received her warrior name.
"Bluepaw, from this moment on you will be known as Bluestorm."
Bluestorm was a powerful name, one that she was granted with pride, her head held high as the cries of Lichenclan filled the caverns. Their ceremony was just beginning, though, as she and Hornetstrike still had to spend the night in the Mooncave, a place she avoided since she had been baptized as a kit.
It was an eerie place, an opinion that was probably unique only to her. Wading into the waters, her head held up out of the water, she would mumble to the Moonpool, starting off with accusatory remarks about their idleness, then dulling into something that was similar to a prayer. She pictured Rowantail and Shellfur listening, speaking back to her as she told them all about her apprenticeship, about how well she did, how she would make them proud to call her their daughter.
She didn't repent for anything that night, but she did get something from it: a sense of closure.
It was the coldest night of her life, both her and her brother shivering like leaves against the cold wind. Neither of them had been given the thick coat some of their clan-mates had, but by the time the darkness began to fade and the rising sun cast orange hues across the island, they were still alive and clenching their teeth to prevent them from chattering incessantly. From that moment on, they were fully-fledged warriors of Lichenclan.
The following moons, though, are tense. The rules and customs, which would be deemed as insanity by any outside cat, are unbearable. Tensions have come to a climax, not only with Redwoodclan but within the clan itself. There are whispers of a rebellion, which gives Bluestorm a sense of both relief and dread, uncertain about the future.
With the appointment of the new deputy, Bristlefur, and the suspicious disappearance of Hemlockheart and Nightclaw, she fears that things are only going to get worse from here.
FATHER;; Rowantail deceased
BROTHER;; Hornetstrike adoptable
AUNT;; Poppyfrost adoptable
MENTOR;; Mousetuft
Bluekit and Hornetkit are born during tumultuous times, tensions mounting between Lichenclan and Redwoodclan as they fought over the Mooncave. As they're both mere kits, they grow up sheltered from the fights that go on outside the caves, instead free to play unbothered. Both of their parents are new to having kits, but Shellfur is a natural mother. Rowantail, on the other hand, is less equipped to deal with the small balls of energy. He's an awkward tom, unsure how to interact with them, thus he's stiff and quiet whenever he comes to visit them in the nursery. The two of them never seem to mind, though.
The first two moons of their life are relatively normal. Unaware of the state of the clans, they behave just like normal kits, though Bluekit takes after her father and is much less talkative than her brother, who is chatty all the time it seems. Then, on their third moon, Shellfur falls ill. It isn't anything serious at first, just a cough and stuffy nose. But it continues, further and further downhill, while her kits can do nothing but watch. Eventually she passes away, leaving Bluekit and Hornetkit alone.
Rowantail, devastated by the loss of his dear mate, turns his back on his own kits. Not long after he would die in battle.
The two kits were labelled as a bad omen from Starclan, given that their parents both died soon after their birth. That made many of the queens reluctant to take them in. With no one else to care for them, their aunt Poppyfrost took it upon herself to raise them. Hornetkit didn't get along with her very well, which is something that would never be mended, but Bluekit liked her plenty. She was grateful to her for taking care of them when no one else would.
Still, it was difficult to deal with the passing of Rowantail and Shellfur. Bluekit was practically mute afterwards, except for the occasional word here and there. Hornetkit, too, was affected. He had become overprotective of his sister, to a nearly unbearable extent. They had been dealt an unfortunate hand, but they didn't have much choice other than making due with what they had left.
"From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Bluepaw,"
The chants of the clan calling their names felt empty, unable to help herself from wishing that their mother and father were there, too, watching with pride in their eyes. Poppyfrost was there, though, and for that much she was appreciative.
Mousetuft, a tiny but very boisterous she-cat, was assigned as her mentor. She often gave Bluepaw a hard time about her quiet nature, urging her to try and make friends with her den-mates, but she was resistant. She didn't see the point, not when other apprentices liked to tease her for how little she talked. Hornetpaw was constantly coming to her rescue, of course, even though she didn't need him to protect her all the time.
Her mentor, like many of the cats in Lichenclan, was a firm believer and follower of Starclan. She supported Minnowstar, despite how extreme her ways of ruling were, and was always trying to teach Bluepaw the importance of respecting their leadership and especially their ancestors. Bluepaw had her doubts, though.
She questioned the way of Starclan, finding them a suitable target to blame for her parents' deaths. Not to mention the discord between the clans, the bloodshed that was happening while the stars sat by and watched, twinkling as if they were mocking the living. Her distrust of Starclan subsided as she got older and accepted the passing of her loved ones, but she still questioned the fanatic nature of her clan, especially when it came to Minnowstar.
Thanks to Poppyfrost, who always told her and Hornetpaw of Egretfeather as they grew up, she thought that said she-cat should be leading them. But she never told anyone that, except her own family members.
Since Egretfeather had long passed, Bluepaw saw it as her responsibility to protect her clan as passionately as she had. Mousetuft was taken aback by her apprentice's skill in battle training, not expecting a whirlwind from the quiet she-cat. It satisfied her, in a way, seeing the surprise on the older cat's face. Many others would seem shocked, too, when she received her warrior name.
"Bluepaw, from this moment on you will be known as Bluestorm."
Bluestorm was a powerful name, one that she was granted with pride, her head held high as the cries of Lichenclan filled the caverns. Their ceremony was just beginning, though, as she and Hornetstrike still had to spend the night in the Mooncave, a place she avoided since she had been baptized as a kit.
It was an eerie place, an opinion that was probably unique only to her. Wading into the waters, her head held up out of the water, she would mumble to the Moonpool, starting off with accusatory remarks about their idleness, then dulling into something that was similar to a prayer. She pictured Rowantail and Shellfur listening, speaking back to her as she told them all about her apprenticeship, about how well she did, how she would make them proud to call her their daughter.
She didn't repent for anything that night, but she did get something from it: a sense of closure.
It was the coldest night of her life, both her and her brother shivering like leaves against the cold wind. Neither of them had been given the thick coat some of their clan-mates had, but by the time the darkness began to fade and the rising sun cast orange hues across the island, they were still alive and clenching their teeth to prevent them from chattering incessantly. From that moment on, they were fully-fledged warriors of Lichenclan.
The following moons, though, are tense. The rules and customs, which would be deemed as insanity by any outside cat, are unbearable. Tensions have come to a climax, not only with Redwoodclan but within the clan itself. There are whispers of a rebellion, which gives Bluestorm a sense of both relief and dread, uncertain about the future.
With the appointment of the new deputy, Bristlefur, and the suspicious disappearance of Hemlockheart and Nightclaw, she fears that things are only going to get worse from here.
