Post by moony on Sept 7, 2019 10:21:56 GMT -6
Loudstorm
RedwoodClan
short-hair lynx point tom with blue eyes
warrior
tom
65 moons
Appearance
Loudstorm is tall. His body ripples with powerful muscles that he has trained and honed over the moons. His legs are long and strong. He can leap far and climb high. In battle he is a force to be reckoned with. He large paws hide sharp claws that can tear flesh from the body. His tail stretches out long behind him, useful not only to perch in tree branches but to balance the warrior during the twists and turns of battle.
The toms pelt is composed of various shades of brown. The bulk of it is composed of a creamy tan color while darker tabby stripes cover his legs and flank. His face is composed of darker shades of brown with the typical tabby M marking his forehead. Loudstorm’s fur is short yet thick. This provides adequate warmth in the cold moons. In the warmer seasons his lighter coloring compensates for the thickness, making even the few sweltering hot days the clans experience tolerable.
His almond shaped eyes are a shade of clear sky-blue. Friendly enough when he is happy and carefree, but they can change to a dangerous tool that pierces other cats with anger or displeasure. A bright pink nose sticks out on his face while bright white whiskers curl against his snout.
While Loudstorm has witnessed many battles, he bares few scars. One of the scar was received by claw mark scars in a battle between a Redwood patrol and a ThistleClan patrol. The marks start on his left check and run down to his neck, leaving distinct slashes especially when he turns his head to the side and pulls the skin taut.
The toms pelt is composed of various shades of brown. The bulk of it is composed of a creamy tan color while darker tabby stripes cover his legs and flank. His face is composed of darker shades of brown with the typical tabby M marking his forehead. Loudstorm’s fur is short yet thick. This provides adequate warmth in the cold moons. In the warmer seasons his lighter coloring compensates for the thickness, making even the few sweltering hot days the clans experience tolerable.
His almond shaped eyes are a shade of clear sky-blue. Friendly enough when he is happy and carefree, but they can change to a dangerous tool that pierces other cats with anger or displeasure. A bright pink nose sticks out on his face while bright white whiskers curl against his snout.
While Loudstorm has witnessed many battles, he bares few scars. One of the scar was received by claw mark scars in a battle between a Redwood patrol and a ThistleClan patrol. The marks start on his left check and run down to his neck, leaving distinct slashes especially when he turns his head to the side and pulls the skin taut.
Personality
AMIABLE Loudstorm is found cutting up with apprentices, chatting with warriors, and philosophizing with the elders. He’s friendly personality invites conversation with any cat he comes across. Even at the monthly gathering with the other two clans Loudstorm will laugh and joke with even the thorniest ThistleClan warrior.
PROTECTIVE Loudstorm is protective of his family and clanmates. Originally growing as a way to redeem his failure to protect his mother as an apprentice, over the moons it has been tempered with the knowledge that he cannot do everything and must sometimes rely on others. He wishes to see the cats he loves and trains be well developed in both physical skills and moral stature so they can lead a well lived life.
PROUD Loudstorm is proud, but not disagreeable. He loves his Clan and family. His pride will sometimes prevent him from seeing faults in his Clan or struggles in his family. Because he is a fierce protector and proud of his family he has raised he is sometimes unable to see when there are more delicate issues or disagreements to be found and addressed.
NONCHALANT Loudstorm has learned that he cannot always be in control. Accepting this and letting go of this need, the warrior appears many times nonchalant when it comes to more serious issues. Many may become frustrated with how Loudstorm never seems to get his feathers ruffled or show worry or concern. It's sometimes difficult for the warrior to understand how frustrated others may get, or why they feel the way they feel. This results in some issues that, although he takes them seriously in his own way, do not appear to be taken serious because of his relaxed nature, which can lead to arguments with others.
History
He came into the world loud. It was only a few minutes after his birth and he mewed piteously, sniffing for the warm belly and milk of his mother. The mews revealed the beginning of a deep and strong voice to come. His father chuckled “He will be a loud one.”
Three kits came into the world that night. The next morning, after resting, the queen – Roseclaw – mused on what to name her kits. “What do you think, Blacktail?” she asked her mate who had brought her freshkill that morning. “The little she-cat has the markings of a sparrow.”
Blacktail smiled “Sparrowkit it is.”
“And this one,” she nuzzled the second kit, a black tom like his father, “Should we name him after you?”
Blacktail was quick to shake his head “Oh no, we don’t need two Blacktail’s around. What about Crowkit?”
Roseclaw raised an eyebrow “Name two kits after birds?”
Blacktail shrugged “It’s not a bad thing to be named after a bird. Why not name our kits after the birds who can fly in the tops of our trees?” He referred to the massive redwood trees in which the Clan lived and hunted. Roseclaw mused, and then nodded “Very well, Sparrowkit and Crowkit. Now for this one –“ She looked at the last kit, the first born who was mewling for his food.
“I think we should name him Loudkit, he makes such a fuss!” Blacktail suggested. Roseclaw laughed.
“Surely we can name our kit something bet-“
A frantic call from the camp cut Roseclaw off. Blacktail jumped to his paws. The leader of RedwoodClan could be heard calling all able warriors. LichenClan was attacking. Blacktail looked back at his mate, and Roseclaw nodded her understanding. “I’ll return to name our last son. I love you all.”
Roseclaw watched the black form of her mate slip from the den. She wouldn’t see him alive again.
After Blacktail was buried, Roseclaw returned to her kits. She stared at the kit they had not yet named. As her oldest son continued his mewling, Roseclaw murmured “Loudkit you will be.”
Loudkit grew up boisterous, true to his name he was loud. His would boast of his ability to run, or climb, or jump better than any other kit. And when he became an apprentice, he strove to prove that he was the best. Even when his mentor retired for the day, Loudpaw would train. Climbing as high as he could in the vast redwood trees. Jumping as high as he could, striving to reach the branch just out of reach.
Near the end of his apprenticeship, Loudpaw was boasting of his accomplishments in their most recent test. He had passed the fighting skills with ease, his large, long body was rippling with muscles which made it easy for him to overpower most cats even of RedwoodClan’s size. His brother, Crowpaw, who had not fared as well during the fighting test hrumphed with frustration at his brother. His sister, Sparrowpaw, merely spat in response “It’s a pity your hunting skills have much to be desired.”
Loudpaw felt heat rush to his face. “So what?”
“So,” Crowpaw interjected “if you really wanted to be the best, you’d be the best at hunting too. If you really wanted to be impressive at everything, why not go to Bear Stones and hunt a bear.”
Loudpaw was silent. Crowpaw did not expect his brother to take the dare. Sparrowpaw eyed her eldest brother apprehensively. She had never seen Loudpaw back down from a dare. And, against all odds, Loudpaw was silent.
The next day the apprentices were sent on assignment for their hunting skills. The three siblings stood together to plan which directions they were to go. Sparrowpaw spoke with authority “We should go to the Redwood Graveyard. Even with the three of us hunting there, the prey is plentiful and the space vast.” Crow nodded in agreement.
Loudpaw laughed. “Oh no, sister. We can’t all go to the graveyard. I mean, why go to the best hunting ground to prove our skills? I’m going to go north. The territory closer to the waterfall is more difficult to hunt in.”
Sparrowpaw eyed her brother. “The hunting may be easy at the graveyard, but isn’t it the sign of a smart warrior to hunt where they know the prey comes easily?”
Loudpaw shrugged. “Suit yourself, I’m going north.”
And he stalked off on his own.
When he arrived at Bear Stones, Loudpaw eyed them cautiously. He had only been her a pawful of times, mostly assisting the medicine cat with herb gathering. He knew his mentor was watching him in the shadows. He thought he heard a twig snap to his side earlier during his trek. With a grunt he brought himself back to the present, eyeing the rocks before him.
If a bear was to lurk in the stones, Loudpaw would have to climb them. With mighty leaps he ascended the stones, tasting the air for strange scents. At the top of the stones, he gazed around, searching for signs of a den. He peered into crevices and the various caves the stones formed. He was about to give up, and try to achieve some hunting, when he peered into one last den. The scent inside buffeted his nose. Foreign. Unknown. If this wasn’t a bear, then it was a strange cat in their territory and Loudpaw would be completing his duty as a RedwoodClan warrior to defend their land.
Slowly, cautiously, Loudpaw stepped into the cave. He sniffed the air, and twisted his ears forward, listening for sounds of movement and life. It didn’t take him long to locate the large, sleeping mass of the black bear. It was massive, larger than Loudpaw had dared to imagine. He was unsure what to do next. He obviously could not attack this bear and win. But he needed something to show Crowpaw what he had been able to do. A tuft of hair, enough to carry the scent of the bear to his brother. That’s all he needed.
He padded silently up to the sleeping beast, barely aware of the shuffingly on the rocks behind him. He would deal with his mentor’s reprimands later. Right now, he needed to get the tuft of fur. It was in his reach when he heard a sharp intake of breath. His mentor would not stop him now. He reached out, and with his mouth gripped a tuft of fur and pull.
The fur came out. And the bear awoke with a roar.
“Loudpaw! Run!”
The tom spun around; the fur fell from his mouth. That was not the voice of his mentor. It was his mother.
He ran, pounding up the stones. “Mother! Run!” She was still, staring at her son, waiting to see him safely out. He pushed her out of the entrance, the bear stumbling around behind him. There was no way they could outrun the bear. He and his mother ran down the stones. The bear had paused, blinking its eyes in the bright sunlight. It gave them a lead, but it wouldn’t last. Loudpaw knew it couldn’t last.
“Up a tree!” his mother hissed. Loudpaw needed no other direction. With a powerful leap he launched up the side of a redwood. Its branches hung high in the air, but Loudpaw reached them. He looked around, expecting his mother to be beside him. She was not there. He looked down, she was climbing the tree at a slower rate, she did not possess the strength that Loudpaw had. He shot his gaze outward. The bear had found its bearings. It was close. His mother was not high enough yet.
“Mother, hurry!”
His heart was racing, surely it would beat out of his chest. Everything around him seemed to slow down. He watched, wide eye in terror, as the bear reached out and swatted Roseclaw out of the tree. She fell and disappeared in one of the various crevices and caves found throughout the island. Loudpaw couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. The bear roared at the place Roseclaw had disappeared, but it was to large to follow. It turned its attention to the tree Loudpaw resided in. It roared in outrage, yet it did not seem to want to climb the massive tree.
Just leave. Go back to your cave. Go to sleep. I need to save my mother.
Loudpaw did not know how much time had passed. The sun had begun to set when the bear lumbered back to its cave. But Loudpaw didn’t dare to leave his perch into the dark of night had settled over the land. He scrambled down thee tree and hurried to the place his mother had disappeared. He climbed down the tunnel, praying to StarClan, or anyone who would listen, for his mother to be down there alive.
He found her. Her breath was shallow, and a broad gash shined across her shoulder. She was weak, probably on the verge of death. He had to get her to the camp, to the medicine cat. He hefted her up the tunnel. Afraid. Was he making it worse? Had the bear returned? Would he get her to help in time?
It seemed to take forever. He didn’t know how long it had been, but he heard the calls. He could smell them. He was close to the camp. Other warriors came upon them, immediately coming to help him bring his mother to camp.
Roseclaw lived, but her leg would never work for her again. She retired to the elders’ den. Loudpaw was named a warrior with his siblings. They were to stand vigil as Loudstorm, Sparrowpelt, and Crowheart. Loudstorm followed his leader after the ceremony. He was bound to silence, but he didn’t care. He did not deserve this. His pride had nearly cost his mother’s life. But before he could speak, his leader shook his head. “You have made mistakes, I do not deny that, Loudstorm. But it’s how you carry yourself after your mistakes that matter. You have shown you can learn. That is why you deserve to be a warrior.”
Season 2020:
At a chilly, leaf-bare gathering Loudstorm witnesses the arrival of a stranger. A black cat who claimed to come from across the lake, seeking help for his sick and dying tribe. Protectively, Loudstomr prevents the LichenClan deputy from getting near the young tom before the gathering is called to an end. RedwoodClan brings the stranger, a young Hemlock, to their camp. Early the next morning, Loudstorm joins a patrol led by Finchstar and Orchidshade to travel across a mysterious sand bar and return Hemlock to his home. While there Loudstorm is intrigued by this different way of living. However when the patrol returns home they discover that Minnowstar had sent a raiding party to attack their home. Loudstorms heart burned with fury. He rushed to discover the safety of Dawnlight, a she-cat he had been growing close to over the past moons before checking on the rest of his family as well. Tensions were high, however, and as the clan gathered to seek the leadership of Finchstar, emotions flared. The war was beginning.
The following moon a second patrol is sent to the Tribe, this time with valuable herbs the Tribe needs to survive. Loudstorm is once more entrusted with this task, and the warrior led the patrol to the shores of ThistleClan. The pine dwelling warriors did not take kindly to the tresspassing RedwoodClanners, however, and a battle broke lose. In the battle Loudstorm is delt a serious wound along his face and neck, a wound he returns in kind to the attaching warrior. While part of the patrol makes it across to the Tribe the rest of the RedWoodClan warriors drive back the ThistleClan cats, and return to their camp. There Loudstorm is treated temporaility until Orchidshade can return. Dawnlight visits and worries over him, as Loudstorm and Dawnlight both grapple with an unspoken love.
After some moons of recovery, Finchstar decided it was time to retaliate against LichenClan and return the gesture for attacking RedwoodClan's home. Loudstorm is set to lead one part of the war party. There at the moonpool Loudstorm leads warriors under Finchstar's direction to attack and draw out the LichenClan forces. They hope was to deal a debilitating blow, but while Loudstorm fared well in the midst of battle he realized how poorly it was going for others. On unfamiliar territory RedwoodClan was faltering. Finchstar fell under Minnowstar, and together with the efforts of fellow warriors Loudstorm recovers Finchstar and calls the retreat back to camp.
As the season progresses training and battle ramp up. Even with the tension and endless training, love can blossom. On a patrol with Dawnlight, Tigerpool, and Robin-nose, Loudstorm can't stand to see Tigerpool flirting with Dawnlight. Dawnlight, tired of waiting for Loudstorm to act on his feels, runs off angry. Loudstorm realizes he only has this chance, races after her. With war all around, he would rather risk love then risk nothing at all. The two confess, and shortly after become mates.
As the year comes to a close, Loudstorm falls ill. At first it seems to just be a cold, typical for this time of the year. But as the sickness progresses and others fall even more ill they realize that the illness they had assisted the Tribe with was now affecting them. Dawnlight stayed healthy, while Loudstorm teetered on the edge of serious illness. But the tom would not give up that easily, and with treatment slowly recovered.
Season 2021
The season starts off poorly. Redfox, the deputy, falls to a predator. Finchstar, losing not just a deputy but his mate, names Icesong as Redfox's replacement. This new deputy leads a more stringent training regime, focusing more on apprentices. Loudstorm becomes apprehensive at such young and inexperienced apprentices being given such brutal training and responsibility. He does his best to prepare his own apprentices over the moons. At the same time, he tries and support his friend Finchstar, a tom who was more like a brother to Loudstorm than his biological brother had ever been. The group of senior warriors, Thornfall, Rockjaw, Tigerpool, and Loudstorm each do their part to help their leader pull himself from his depression.
Over the summer moons battles continue. RedwoodClan begins to gain an upperhand. WIth warnings they prepare for another LichenClan attack, and are able to drive the agressors back. A group of tribe cats come and spend the summer as well, bringing a warning their ancestors has sent them for Finchstar as well. But even with the chaos of war, Loudstorm finds solas in his growing family. In late green-leaf he and Dawnlight welcome two kits, their sons Hailkit and Reedkit. Loudstorm was nervous about being a father. The kits were so small, delicate. At the same time the young Honeykit was left orphaned in the nursery. With much love to give, Dawnlight takes Honeykit in as her own. Three sons, young and tiny. Loudstorm hovers on the periphery until they grow. Seeing them gain strength, Loudstorm's fear subsides and he becomes a more stable presence in their lives.
Things on the island grow worse with the cold. Refugees begin to come to RedwoodClan from LichenClan. Minnowstars continued decline screams for more serious action to be taken. As his kits grow with the closing of the season, RedwoodClan trains once more for another offensive attack.
Season 2022
Near the start of the new season, Icesong leads an attack on LichenClan. She brings apprentices with the warring party, a move that leaves a sour taste in Loudstorm's maw. The taste grows worse when RedwoodClan fails to secure a win, and they are dealt multiple loses - including apprentices.
Confidence in RedwoodClan is shaken. Loudstorm watches his sons be named warriors. They LichenClan launches another attack, taking another of Finchstar's lives. Loudstorm can only watch and obey orders as things continue to grow worse, more heated, with Minnowstar seeming to spiral more and more out of control. Soon the entire island becomes involved. A final battle is planed, one where RedwoodClan, ThistleClan, and LichenClan rebels all team together to defeat Minnowstar and her followers. Loudstorm sits at camp with the rest of his family as they waited the night to discover the fate of the island. With the dawn, RedwoodClan returns triumphant. Minnowstar is defeated, and a truce has been made.
Season 2023....
Three kits came into the world that night. The next morning, after resting, the queen – Roseclaw – mused on what to name her kits. “What do you think, Blacktail?” she asked her mate who had brought her freshkill that morning. “The little she-cat has the markings of a sparrow.”
Blacktail smiled “Sparrowkit it is.”
“And this one,” she nuzzled the second kit, a black tom like his father, “Should we name him after you?”
Blacktail was quick to shake his head “Oh no, we don’t need two Blacktail’s around. What about Crowkit?”
Roseclaw raised an eyebrow “Name two kits after birds?”
Blacktail shrugged “It’s not a bad thing to be named after a bird. Why not name our kits after the birds who can fly in the tops of our trees?” He referred to the massive redwood trees in which the Clan lived and hunted. Roseclaw mused, and then nodded “Very well, Sparrowkit and Crowkit. Now for this one –“ She looked at the last kit, the first born who was mewling for his food.
“I think we should name him Loudkit, he makes such a fuss!” Blacktail suggested. Roseclaw laughed.
“Surely we can name our kit something bet-“
A frantic call from the camp cut Roseclaw off. Blacktail jumped to his paws. The leader of RedwoodClan could be heard calling all able warriors. LichenClan was attacking. Blacktail looked back at his mate, and Roseclaw nodded her understanding. “I’ll return to name our last son. I love you all.”
Roseclaw watched the black form of her mate slip from the den. She wouldn’t see him alive again.
After Blacktail was buried, Roseclaw returned to her kits. She stared at the kit they had not yet named. As her oldest son continued his mewling, Roseclaw murmured “Loudkit you will be.”
Loudkit grew up boisterous, true to his name he was loud. His would boast of his ability to run, or climb, or jump better than any other kit. And when he became an apprentice, he strove to prove that he was the best. Even when his mentor retired for the day, Loudpaw would train. Climbing as high as he could in the vast redwood trees. Jumping as high as he could, striving to reach the branch just out of reach.
Near the end of his apprenticeship, Loudpaw was boasting of his accomplishments in their most recent test. He had passed the fighting skills with ease, his large, long body was rippling with muscles which made it easy for him to overpower most cats even of RedwoodClan’s size. His brother, Crowpaw, who had not fared as well during the fighting test hrumphed with frustration at his brother. His sister, Sparrowpaw, merely spat in response “It’s a pity your hunting skills have much to be desired.”
Loudpaw felt heat rush to his face. “So what?”
“So,” Crowpaw interjected “if you really wanted to be the best, you’d be the best at hunting too. If you really wanted to be impressive at everything, why not go to Bear Stones and hunt a bear.”
Loudpaw was silent. Crowpaw did not expect his brother to take the dare. Sparrowpaw eyed her eldest brother apprehensively. She had never seen Loudpaw back down from a dare. And, against all odds, Loudpaw was silent.
The next day the apprentices were sent on assignment for their hunting skills. The three siblings stood together to plan which directions they were to go. Sparrowpaw spoke with authority “We should go to the Redwood Graveyard. Even with the three of us hunting there, the prey is plentiful and the space vast.” Crow nodded in agreement.
Loudpaw laughed. “Oh no, sister. We can’t all go to the graveyard. I mean, why go to the best hunting ground to prove our skills? I’m going to go north. The territory closer to the waterfall is more difficult to hunt in.”
Sparrowpaw eyed her brother. “The hunting may be easy at the graveyard, but isn’t it the sign of a smart warrior to hunt where they know the prey comes easily?”
Loudpaw shrugged. “Suit yourself, I’m going north.”
And he stalked off on his own.
When he arrived at Bear Stones, Loudpaw eyed them cautiously. He had only been her a pawful of times, mostly assisting the medicine cat with herb gathering. He knew his mentor was watching him in the shadows. He thought he heard a twig snap to his side earlier during his trek. With a grunt he brought himself back to the present, eyeing the rocks before him.
If a bear was to lurk in the stones, Loudpaw would have to climb them. With mighty leaps he ascended the stones, tasting the air for strange scents. At the top of the stones, he gazed around, searching for signs of a den. He peered into crevices and the various caves the stones formed. He was about to give up, and try to achieve some hunting, when he peered into one last den. The scent inside buffeted his nose. Foreign. Unknown. If this wasn’t a bear, then it was a strange cat in their territory and Loudpaw would be completing his duty as a RedwoodClan warrior to defend their land.
Slowly, cautiously, Loudpaw stepped into the cave. He sniffed the air, and twisted his ears forward, listening for sounds of movement and life. It didn’t take him long to locate the large, sleeping mass of the black bear. It was massive, larger than Loudpaw had dared to imagine. He was unsure what to do next. He obviously could not attack this bear and win. But he needed something to show Crowpaw what he had been able to do. A tuft of hair, enough to carry the scent of the bear to his brother. That’s all he needed.
He padded silently up to the sleeping beast, barely aware of the shuffingly on the rocks behind him. He would deal with his mentor’s reprimands later. Right now, he needed to get the tuft of fur. It was in his reach when he heard a sharp intake of breath. His mentor would not stop him now. He reached out, and with his mouth gripped a tuft of fur and pull.
The fur came out. And the bear awoke with a roar.
“Loudpaw! Run!”
The tom spun around; the fur fell from his mouth. That was not the voice of his mentor. It was his mother.
He ran, pounding up the stones. “Mother! Run!” She was still, staring at her son, waiting to see him safely out. He pushed her out of the entrance, the bear stumbling around behind him. There was no way they could outrun the bear. He and his mother ran down the stones. The bear had paused, blinking its eyes in the bright sunlight. It gave them a lead, but it wouldn’t last. Loudpaw knew it couldn’t last.
“Up a tree!” his mother hissed. Loudpaw needed no other direction. With a powerful leap he launched up the side of a redwood. Its branches hung high in the air, but Loudpaw reached them. He looked around, expecting his mother to be beside him. She was not there. He looked down, she was climbing the tree at a slower rate, she did not possess the strength that Loudpaw had. He shot his gaze outward. The bear had found its bearings. It was close. His mother was not high enough yet.
“Mother, hurry!”
His heart was racing, surely it would beat out of his chest. Everything around him seemed to slow down. He watched, wide eye in terror, as the bear reached out and swatted Roseclaw out of the tree. She fell and disappeared in one of the various crevices and caves found throughout the island. Loudpaw couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. The bear roared at the place Roseclaw had disappeared, but it was to large to follow. It turned its attention to the tree Loudpaw resided in. It roared in outrage, yet it did not seem to want to climb the massive tree.
Just leave. Go back to your cave. Go to sleep. I need to save my mother.
Loudpaw did not know how much time had passed. The sun had begun to set when the bear lumbered back to its cave. But Loudpaw didn’t dare to leave his perch into the dark of night had settled over the land. He scrambled down thee tree and hurried to the place his mother had disappeared. He climbed down the tunnel, praying to StarClan, or anyone who would listen, for his mother to be down there alive.
He found her. Her breath was shallow, and a broad gash shined across her shoulder. She was weak, probably on the verge of death. He had to get her to the camp, to the medicine cat. He hefted her up the tunnel. Afraid. Was he making it worse? Had the bear returned? Would he get her to help in time?
It seemed to take forever. He didn’t know how long it had been, but he heard the calls. He could smell them. He was close to the camp. Other warriors came upon them, immediately coming to help him bring his mother to camp.
Roseclaw lived, but her leg would never work for her again. She retired to the elders’ den. Loudpaw was named a warrior with his siblings. They were to stand vigil as Loudstorm, Sparrowpelt, and Crowheart. Loudstorm followed his leader after the ceremony. He was bound to silence, but he didn’t care. He did not deserve this. His pride had nearly cost his mother’s life. But before he could speak, his leader shook his head. “You have made mistakes, I do not deny that, Loudstorm. But it’s how you carry yourself after your mistakes that matter. You have shown you can learn. That is why you deserve to be a warrior.”
Season 2020:
At a chilly, leaf-bare gathering Loudstorm witnesses the arrival of a stranger. A black cat who claimed to come from across the lake, seeking help for his sick and dying tribe. Protectively, Loudstomr prevents the LichenClan deputy from getting near the young tom before the gathering is called to an end. RedwoodClan brings the stranger, a young Hemlock, to their camp. Early the next morning, Loudstorm joins a patrol led by Finchstar and Orchidshade to travel across a mysterious sand bar and return Hemlock to his home. While there Loudstorm is intrigued by this different way of living. However when the patrol returns home they discover that Minnowstar had sent a raiding party to attack their home. Loudstorms heart burned with fury. He rushed to discover the safety of Dawnlight, a she-cat he had been growing close to over the past moons before checking on the rest of his family as well. Tensions were high, however, and as the clan gathered to seek the leadership of Finchstar, emotions flared. The war was beginning.
The following moon a second patrol is sent to the Tribe, this time with valuable herbs the Tribe needs to survive. Loudstorm is once more entrusted with this task, and the warrior led the patrol to the shores of ThistleClan. The pine dwelling warriors did not take kindly to the tresspassing RedwoodClanners, however, and a battle broke lose. In the battle Loudstorm is delt a serious wound along his face and neck, a wound he returns in kind to the attaching warrior. While part of the patrol makes it across to the Tribe the rest of the RedWoodClan warriors drive back the ThistleClan cats, and return to their camp. There Loudstorm is treated temporaility until Orchidshade can return. Dawnlight visits and worries over him, as Loudstorm and Dawnlight both grapple with an unspoken love.
After some moons of recovery, Finchstar decided it was time to retaliate against LichenClan and return the gesture for attacking RedwoodClan's home. Loudstorm is set to lead one part of the war party. There at the moonpool Loudstorm leads warriors under Finchstar's direction to attack and draw out the LichenClan forces. They hope was to deal a debilitating blow, but while Loudstorm fared well in the midst of battle he realized how poorly it was going for others. On unfamiliar territory RedwoodClan was faltering. Finchstar fell under Minnowstar, and together with the efforts of fellow warriors Loudstorm recovers Finchstar and calls the retreat back to camp.
As the season progresses training and battle ramp up. Even with the tension and endless training, love can blossom. On a patrol with Dawnlight, Tigerpool, and Robin-nose, Loudstorm can't stand to see Tigerpool flirting with Dawnlight. Dawnlight, tired of waiting for Loudstorm to act on his feels, runs off angry. Loudstorm realizes he only has this chance, races after her. With war all around, he would rather risk love then risk nothing at all. The two confess, and shortly after become mates.
As the year comes to a close, Loudstorm falls ill. At first it seems to just be a cold, typical for this time of the year. But as the sickness progresses and others fall even more ill they realize that the illness they had assisted the Tribe with was now affecting them. Dawnlight stayed healthy, while Loudstorm teetered on the edge of serious illness. But the tom would not give up that easily, and with treatment slowly recovered.
Season 2021
The season starts off poorly. Redfox, the deputy, falls to a predator. Finchstar, losing not just a deputy but his mate, names Icesong as Redfox's replacement. This new deputy leads a more stringent training regime, focusing more on apprentices. Loudstorm becomes apprehensive at such young and inexperienced apprentices being given such brutal training and responsibility. He does his best to prepare his own apprentices over the moons. At the same time, he tries and support his friend Finchstar, a tom who was more like a brother to Loudstorm than his biological brother had ever been. The group of senior warriors, Thornfall, Rockjaw, Tigerpool, and Loudstorm each do their part to help their leader pull himself from his depression.
Over the summer moons battles continue. RedwoodClan begins to gain an upperhand. WIth warnings they prepare for another LichenClan attack, and are able to drive the agressors back. A group of tribe cats come and spend the summer as well, bringing a warning their ancestors has sent them for Finchstar as well. But even with the chaos of war, Loudstorm finds solas in his growing family. In late green-leaf he and Dawnlight welcome two kits, their sons Hailkit and Reedkit. Loudstorm was nervous about being a father. The kits were so small, delicate. At the same time the young Honeykit was left orphaned in the nursery. With much love to give, Dawnlight takes Honeykit in as her own. Three sons, young and tiny. Loudstorm hovers on the periphery until they grow. Seeing them gain strength, Loudstorm's fear subsides and he becomes a more stable presence in their lives.
Things on the island grow worse with the cold. Refugees begin to come to RedwoodClan from LichenClan. Minnowstars continued decline screams for more serious action to be taken. As his kits grow with the closing of the season, RedwoodClan trains once more for another offensive attack.
Season 2022
Near the start of the new season, Icesong leads an attack on LichenClan. She brings apprentices with the warring party, a move that leaves a sour taste in Loudstorm's maw. The taste grows worse when RedwoodClan fails to secure a win, and they are dealt multiple loses - including apprentices.
Confidence in RedwoodClan is shaken. Loudstorm watches his sons be named warriors. They LichenClan launches another attack, taking another of Finchstar's lives. Loudstorm can only watch and obey orders as things continue to grow worse, more heated, with Minnowstar seeming to spiral more and more out of control. Soon the entire island becomes involved. A final battle is planed, one where RedwoodClan, ThistleClan, and LichenClan rebels all team together to defeat Minnowstar and her followers. Loudstorm sits at camp with the rest of his family as they waited the night to discover the fate of the island. With the dawn, RedwoodClan returns triumphant. Minnowstar is defeated, and a truce has been made.
Season 2023....
