Stormhawk | Warrior of WindClan

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Age:
30 moons

Gender:
Tom

Position:
Warrior

Clan:
WindClan


Appearance:

-->> Lean && Quick

The build of this strong headed tom is unlike his personality. Instead of being big, and hard looking, his body is built more like a she-cats than a toms. Narrow through the shoulders and the haunches, his body makes him quick and agile. Despite how small he is though, he is quite strong, with long and lean muscles and powerful legs. With dainty paws supporting his body, he can dart across the barren earth of WindClan territory like no tomorrow.

-->> Sleek && Dark

Covering up his lean body is a short haired, dark gray pelt. Soft with a few coarse patches, his coat shines in the sun casting a very gentle look to him. However, towards his haunches, his fur is clumped and sparse due to some battle wounds that messed up the hair follicles when it scarred. At the base of his tail you can see the extent of the scarring for the coat is very thin here. This is made up for by his thick, silky smooth under belly fur and around his neck.

-->> Angular && Sharp

Stormhawk’s head is very angular : a small maw, and thick across the cheeks, he has a sharp look to him. With his dark pelt around his pale yellow eyes, he always look alert and ready. Positioned upon his head in a very intelligent way, his ears are angled forward attentively. He has a smart, alerted look to him to counter his personality.


Personality:

-->> Strong && Aggressive

Unlike his small frame, Stormhawk is a very strong headed individual. With a very strong stance on the warrior code he can be quite aggressive in certain situations. He is the kind of cat to argue his point and make sure the other party sees his side of things. However, he isn’t the type to get frustrated and angry if his point is proven wrong. He has strong morals, and will fight for them to the end.

-->> Proud && Loyal

Stormhawk carries himself high, with his chin up and an air of confidence. To some though, he comes off as cocky. His Clan however, knows better, at least most of them do. Stormhawk does have a bit of a bragging problem, which can lead to eye rolls and scoffs. He shakes these off though. The gray tom is very proud to say he is from WindClan, and would defend his Clanmates with his life. He would rather die than do anything to hurt his Clan. Not only is he loyal to his Clan, he is loyal to StarClan and the Warrior Code. He will stand by his Clan until his very last breath.

-->> Jealous && Childish

Every great cat’s weakness: love. Stormhawk is not very mature when it comes to the ladies. He has a bad way of showing his affection and is also rather shy. This definitely leads to problems. If he has a crush on a she-cat but is too scared to show it, he will hide his feelings to the point where any other tom that talks to that she-cat will cause him to burn with jealousy and become the green eyed monster. When his happens, he pouts and will leave the camp on extra long hunting trips as an excuse to pout some more without the ridicule from his Clanmates.

-->> Optimistic && Good Humored

Though he is a strong headed, aggressive cat, he is also very optimistic. The glass is always half full in his eyes, and he always looks on the bright side of life. Despite his strong opinions and being proud, he is not afraid to laugh at himself, or crack a couple jokes for that matter.

Family:

> Brambleclaw - father - npc
> Manglepelt - mother - deceased
> Lilysong - sister - npc
> Stoneheart - brother - npc

History:
Piercing yowls split the calm leaf-bare morning as Manglepelt of WindClan went into labor. Pain ravaged her tiny body and her eyes were burning. Spasm tore at the poor cat, as she gave birth to her first kitten, a dark gray tom who was the spitting image of her mate. Her pain was relieved slightly as she looked upon her handsome young kit and she pulled him towards her and started licking him to keep him warm when the second kitten started coming. Her body was starting to become very weak, and her yowls grew louder than ever upon the arrival of a mottled gray she-cat and a soft gray tom. The blood loss was substantial and extensive and the medicine cat looked upon her with fear and loss for what to do. The medicine cat feared she would not make it to see her small, but healthy kits become apprentices or warriors. Kittens mewling for milk, the she-cat pushed them toward her swollen stomach to suckle, though she was very weak. Laying her head down on the edge of the nest, she closed her eyes and her breathing became very shallow.

“Stormkit! What do you think you are doing young man?” Four moons later, Manglepelts harsh whisper cut through the nursery and stopped the dark grey tom in his tracks. In front of him was a very pregnant she-cat sleeping very soundly. Sheepishly, Stormkit turned to look at his furious mother and his perfect siblings sitting by her with their bodies pressed against her soft and welcoming pelt. “Nothing mom! I was just checking to make sure there were no … bugs! Bugs in her nest!” He nodded profusely and walked back with his head down and ears down in shame. He was in big trouble and he knew it. Four moons old and already a handful. Lilykit shook her head at him and scoffed and curled up into a ball. Stormkit rolled his eyes at his sister and walked past his mom and sat at the opening to the nursery looking longingly at the apprentice den.

Upon his sixth moon, the young tom and his two siblings were named apprentices. Lilykit became Lilypaw and her mentor was a hard working, noble she-cat with a soft tongue. Stonekit became Stonepaw and got a grumpy old warrior with a bad limp. Stormkit, now Stormpaw, was to be mentored by a very gentle and flightly she-cat who the whole Clan thought was a bit off. Stormpaw protested and whined the whole night and got put on Elder duty his first day as an apprentice. His mentor sat idly by and looked upon him with misty eyes and a soft smile playing upon her snowy white maw. Stormpaw didn’t want to like his mentor, or be trained by her but no matter how much he protested, the leader would not budge. They were a perfect pair, he had told him. Stormpaw pouted about this for a long time until he started to realize that his mentor was a very interesting and strong character.

When she announced to him that she would teach him how to fight like the noblest and strongest of all WindClan cats, he laughed himself silly until she gave him a very swift, but hard whack on her ear. Shocked and in awe at how fast she moved, he listened to her very intently. She taught him how to move nimbly on his feet and to fight with all his body not just his claws like he thought it was. Fighting was fun for him, but proved to be a challenge because he wasn’t very coordinated as of yet. His mentor had an unlimited amount of patience for him and would see him through his training even when he had given up on the move and himself. He would become a very strong and dangerous fighter thanks to her. Mistheart did not only teach him how to fight and hunt, she taught him everything she knew, and he learned well. She shaped him into the warrior she was not able to be.

His warrior ceremony was a bitter sweet one. Manglepelt’s heart finally failed her. Stormpaw mourned his mother’s death briefly before getting on with his warrior ceremony. Many were appalled that he had moved on so quickly, no one more than his sister who called him heartless and said she never wanted to talk to him again. He wasn’t heartless; he just wasn’t too keen on showing emotions or feelings of grief, even towards his late mother. The leader got on with the ceremony and gave him the name of Stormhawk, due to his aggressiveness, but also his fierce loyalty. His mentor was very proud of him, and he personally idolized her.

Soon into his warriorhood, there was a border dispute. Newly named and excited to get the taste of a fight, he offered to fight alongside his fellow Clan mates. Charging into battle with stupid enthusiasm, he let his body take over his mind and soon found that he was losing. The enemy cat had clamped itself on his back and was ripping his haunches apart with his hind claws. Stormhawk howled with pain and tried to twist the cat off of him, but he could not remember how. He had lost his head and in turn lost his own battle with this cat. He was saved briefly afterward and he fled back to the camp with blood drenching his haunches and running down his hind legs. The physical pain was nowhere near as painful as the psychological shame that came from losing his head. He felt like a failure.

He didn’t pout though. He got his head back in the game and worked harder in the Clan to make up for it hoping that the Clan would forget about it. To the tom cats dismay, it took longer than he had hoped for, and he was ashamed of what he had done.

On his twentieth moon, the Clan leader spoke to him in terms of an apprentice. The apprentice was a she-cat, big-headed, arrogant, and a know-it-all: the perfect match for the tom cat. His leader figured Stormhawk would be able to teach the she-cat the proper way to go about her life, considering his arrogance and big-headedness had resulted in quite the painful injury. Stormhawk seen this as a way to get back into the Clan's good books, and so, the apprentice ceremony came and he was given his apprentice.

It was a long 7 moons, but the two cats got through it. However, it wasn't easy. Since both cats had strong heads, they would butt heads a lot and hinder their training. Arguments happened about once a training session, but the she-cat learned, and learned quickly. She listened to him, even though she make a big ordeal about it in the end. It was a proud day when she recieved her warrior name, both for her, and Stormhawk, who hoped he had proven to his Clan that he was a loyal, and heardy member.

[fyrefacey ★]

accepted into the vanity faire!
again, i apologize. ):