Post by prismarines on Mar 16, 2015 4:19:19 GMT
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Stormfeather
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Hetero
ᴀɢᴇ: 28 Moons
ʀᴀɴᴋ: Warrior
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Stormfeather was born into the first and only litter of his mother's, along with his brother Stonekit. The two were nearly inseparable as kits, and did everything together - where Stormkit went, Stonekit was sure to follow. One night, his father, Sootstep, disappeared, taking Stonekit with him. Stormkit became bitter, and shut just about everyone out - he spoke to only his mother, and Ashenstar when she approached him to share her condolences. When he was named an apprentice, he swore to do everything he could to be the best warrior he could be, since his brother never had the chance to.
He spends his days as a warrior mostly hunting, though occasionally he may spend a lazy afternoon sunning himself.
ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ: None
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): Boulderfoot (npc)
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: None
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: None
ᴋɪᴛs: None
ᴋɪɴ: Stonekit (npc/brother), Minnowflight (npc/mother), Sootstep (npc/father).
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ abrasive | ambitious | confrontational | loyal | volatile | honest | pessimistic ]
[ abrasive ] showing little concern for the feelings of others; harsh.
Stormfeather has been known to step on many paws, and he makes it obvious that he doesn't care. If he thinks you've done something wrong, he will tell you, and he refuses to sugarcoat things. He's often been asked to maybe soften his words a bit, but he usually scoffs these requests off.
Stormfeather wants to be the best he can be in everything he does. He refuses to let anyone "one-up" him, and will often push himself to his limits (and further) just to prove that he's just as capable as anyone else, even though no one has ever exactly doubted his abilities.
He's never been particularly good at handling stressful situations - or any situation, for that matter. He gets incredibly aggressive when presented with a problem he can't find the answer to, or when he's placed in any situation he's unsure how to handle. He will often lash out at whoever he can as a sort of outlet, and then begrudgingly apologize afterwards depending on how sever his outburst was. He also will be the first cat to call someone out on something they've done to wrong him or even a clanmate; even though he's grumpy and basically detests everyone and everything, he will still protect the integrity of his fellow Willowclan cats as best as he can.
He's incredibly loyal to his clan, right down to the smallest kit. He'll do everything in his power to protect and serve them, and almost never questions a superior's orders. In fact, he very rarely questions anyone's orders, and will go out of his way to assist a clanmate in need.
Stormfeather has been known to rapidly switch gears - one minute, he may be somewhat pleasant to be around, jabbing at his fellow warriors and sharing a chuckle or a story or two, but the next, he may be snapping at anyone who approaches him or looks at him funny. It's almost impossible to predict how he may react to something, as his moods and reactions change as often as the weather.
He prides himself on his honesty, and will absolutely rat a clanmate out if he catches them doing something they know they shouldn't be doing; his logic is that he's loyal to Ashenstar before any other cat. He also has been known to answer questions with brutal honesty, sparing no cat's feelings when they ask his opinion on something.
Stormfeather is a glass half empty kind of cat; he immediately assumes the worst of everything, and is often surprised when the outcome is not what he expected. His pessimism has been known to annoy just about everyone, but he continues to wail about how everything is terrible.
- Hunting
- Quiet
- Nighttime
- Nice-smelling flowers
- Thunderstorms
- Willowclan
- Solitude
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
- Disruptive sounds
- Hot weather
- Questions
- Dirty paws
- Mud
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Small, slender, grey and white tom with amber eyes.
ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Stormfeather is relatively small for his age, and is incredibly slender and agile. He's an incredible hunter, but his fighting skills are a bit lacking - though he is relatively muscular, he's injured much easier than his larger warrior counterparts. His fur is a split mix of grey and white; he has white on his underbelly, chest, muzzle, and paws, and grey just about everywhere else.
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Small, relatively thin. Slender, good for running.
ғᴜʀ: Wavy, and slightly coarse, but soft nonetheless.
ᴇʏᴇs: Amber, with a slight yellow tint.
ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ
Stormfeather inhaled silently, tasting mouse on his tongue. He could hear the tiny creature's heart beating rapidly, and, though he couldn't see it, he was almost positive of its location. He took a few tentative, silent steps in the direction he thought was correct, swiftly dropping into a crouch when he heard rustling. He shifted his weight slightly, creeping forward slowly as he gained ground. After a few steps, he was close enough to attack, and so he did. He pounced with deadly precision, swiping his prey with an unsheathed claw and killing it with a swift nip to the neck.
With a momentary swell of pride, the grey and white tom picked up his kill and headed back to collect the rest. He reflected momentarily on the afternoon's gathering, retracing his steps so he didn't forget anything. He stopped and picked up two more mice before beginning the first of what he predicted to be at least two trips back to camp.
With a momentary swell of pride, the grey and white tom picked up his kill and headed back to collect the rest. He reflected momentarily on the afternoon's gathering, retracing his steps so he didn't forget anything. He stopped and picked up two more mice before beginning the first of what he predicted to be at least two trips back to camp.
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idk mate re-purposing Shrew of course, under a different name, also have to think of that.
