My name is Lightningpaw and don'tcha forget it! I'm a proud member of StormClan. I'm a tom, I should know since bein' one 's the best! I'm 6 moons old. I'm an apprentice. My kin include Thunderflight (Mother), Whisperblade (Father), Tempestpaw and Twisterpaw (Sisters), Blizzardpaw (Brother), Darkstorm (Grandfather). My mentor is Dawnsky...ugh...
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My favorite things!
♥►Fighting! ♥►Challenges! I REFUSE to lose! ♥►Training ♥►Hunting ♥►FOOD! ♥►Spirited cats who know how to have fun ♥►Cats who are ambitious for good things ♥►Worthy Opponents ♥►Interesting/Good cats ♥►Causing trouble/Getting into trouble ♥►Frogs ♥►Feathers... ♥►Blue flowers... ♥►Cute things... ♥►Sleeping ♥►Thunder and Lightning, oddly enough... ♥►The sky and everything about it, meaning stars, clouds, night-time, etc. ♥►Storms/Bad Weather, well, almost any weather! ♥►StormClan and everyone in it, not to mention everything about it! ♥►Friends ♥►Dawnsky...even if she's my weak girly mentor... ♥►My Parents, they are both mighty and respectable cats who I...love...dearly...SHUT UP! ♥►My annoying hyper or fraidy cat siblings...especially Blizzardpaw...he's like my partner in crime...and...I...care about them...alot...I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!
My least favorite things...
✖►Hot weather... ✖►Horrible/Evil/Girly/Prissy/Weak/Lazy/Inferior/Lame/Idiotic/Overly sweet cats ✖►Getting hurt, but, eh, it happens! ✖►Not having anything to do ✖►Being cooped up ✖►Feeling trapped ✖►Repeating things more than once ✖►Idiots ✖►Being cold ✖►Danger/War ✖►Negative emotions ✖►Unfairness ✖►Injustice ✖►Unhappy clanmates or family members ✖►Losing fights/challenges ✖►Anyone who thinks they're better then me! ✖►Anyone who think I'm weak! ✖►The weird way I talk, sometimes... ✖►Enemies ✖►Dawnsky...why can't my mentor be a tough cool warrior tom? ✖►Anyone who's rude or mistreats my family ✖►Anyone who thinks they can do whatever they want to me or look down on me!
And, my fears.
☠►The fall of StormClan ☠►Losing my family ☠►Dying worthlessly ☠►Not being able to fulfill my dreams ☠►Being weak ☠►Breaking a true promise ☠►Failing at protecting someone...
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I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Ya wanna know about how I am? Well, I guess I’ll tell ya! I’m not a fraidy cat kit, or a girly one at that. If you think so, you can have a talk with my claws! Anyways, I’m actually pretty fearless and energetic. I’m ready to take on new things, fight, train and, I refuse to tire out until I master whatever it is I’m doing, and I hate being ignored. Cats think that I’m way to ready to get out into the world and try EVERYTHING.
Something I really love to do is fight. I love fighting and taking up challenges. I like to see how far my strength goes and how tough I am. I love to train and get better, but my pride and over confidence can get the best of me. I will not back down from a fight and I will fight honorably, really, I fight fair and I wouldn’t have it any other way. What kind of battle is a worthy one if you aren’t confident, strong, without any dirty tricks? Ya got that right, it’s not a battle at all, and it’s a joke! When I fight seriously, I will go all out, and use my full power to win if I have to. If I ever lose a battle, I swear, I will train non-stop until I’m ready to show who beat me that I’m stronger, that I can change and improve if I try. I can’t stand losing and I won’t stop until I’m better. Of course, grudgingly, even I know when to stop. If I really have to, I’ll stop fighting or…ugh…retreat…if it’s really necessary, though I’ll be very ill about it, you see?
I’m pretty laid back and calm in any situations alike. I will fight to keep my cool in bad situations, for the sake of others, and myself. If others can’t be strong, I like to think that you should do your best and be strong for them. That’s why I will never give up in anything I do, and I will try and try again until I succeed.
On the outside, like in battle, meeting strangers, fighting, or just being around those I’m not close to at all, I have an energetic and cocky attitude. I really get annoyed by cats who think they’re better than me or my family, and I will go out of my way to prove them wrong, my style. I also might flirt with a she-cat here or there, and I really like to party and fight those I find worthy. I’m very reckless, got a pretty bad superiority complex, arrogant, and hot-headed, so don’t suspect me to “think before acting”, because, it just doesn’t go for me. I rather act before seeing the outcome, and beat their faces in. I guess I tend to be loud and argue a lot with people, and I like to do things my way, but I think it’s just because I think my way is the right way, and I don’t like being proven wrong. But who does? I hate following rules, I’m more of a free spirit, not held by a chain. I am no where near obedient either, I might just do the opposite of what you say just to be annoying.
Since I'm always picking fights, showing how tough I am, and losing my temper even though I try to be calm and collected, I'm very ambitious, but not in a harmful or terrible way. I’d like to think of it as ambitious at being the best, and I mean the BEST at anything I feel like being good at. With my refusal to lose, I must be confident in my abilities and my will to go on, or everything will fall. I’m the kind of cat to never look back, to keep moving forward, and to get better. I want to prove to others that I’m not someone they can just walk all over. But, on the inside, really, to anyone who is very, and I mean very close to me, I’m rather quiet, mild, and thoughtful. I really hate showing weakness or “softness” on the outside, so I hide it inside. I especially hate showing pain or negative emotion, so I’ll hide it, just so it’s not a burden to anyone. It’s just better that way, I guess. It wouldn’t be a surprise if I’m horribly injured and I try to walk it off like it was nothing. But, I really can be a softy to those I really care about, but that’s only to a FEW reserved cats. If you are close to me, say, like kin or a family member, I’ll do anything to protect you and I’ll even open up more…soften up….I GUESS… I tend to respect those I find honorable, even if they’re from a different clan. It’s just how I am. But this doesn’t mean I’m a softy, because you’ve got another thing coming if you think I’m “cute” or “sensitive”. Ugh.
In all, besides being over confident, cocky, arrogant, rude, energetic, loud, obnoxious, reckless, stubborn, and ambitious, I’m fiercely loyal. I will fight for my clanmates proudly, and will do anything for them. I laugh in the face of danger, for StarClan’s sake. I’m the cat to recklessly rush head first into battle for the things I believe in, or to help or protect someone. I really do care for my clanmates and I respect my leader and higher ups very much. I’ll openly converse with others for my ideas on things, and maybe be open to family members, most likely my parents, on things that concern me, if it’s necessary. I’m pretty selfless, now that I think about it. I will never back down and I will keep moving onward as a future warrior of StormClan! Of course, I’m just a newborn, but these things sure will flare once I’m older!
*Fun Fact: He sometimes has speech issues when talking, or just says things differently then most. Note: He says "You see" and "Ya" instead of "You" alot.
*Fun Fact: He thinks she-cats are inferior and weak compared to toms...
*Fun Fact: He rarely shows his affection for others, and will go out of his way to hide it, so he doesn't appear girly or soft. But he will SOMETIMES show it, and probably deny it later...
It's what I am, like it or not.
If I do say so my self, I’m quite the handsome tom to look at. For now, I’m just a little fluffy furball, but when I’m old enough to pin you down in a fight, I bet I’m going to be quite the lady-killer, like my mother and father, you see! I’ve heard my mom call me a little copy of her, but I better not look feminine! If you think that’s funny, you can laugh I’m clawing your face off! Okay, enough with the “empty” threats, I’m a pretty cute little scrap of fur. I’m a little larger then most kits, the biggest of my litter! I was first born, duh. So, I have a pretty well built body, though small, for now, with strong legs and a muscular body, like my mom. But, I’m not bulky and I retain a rather slender appearance like my father. I’ll most likely grow up to have strength of my mom and the quickness of my dad, a pretty well rounded body that edges towards muscularity and leanness. In all, I seem to have a very sharp and devilishly handsome look to me though. Hey, don’t blame me; it’s probably how awesome and cool, which I’ll never admit, my parents are.
My fur is jet black and looks just like my mother’s. Everyone does say I look just like a younger version of her, just male. My fur is really just like my mom’s….why…do…I…look…so…much…LIKE HER? Anyways, since I’m still a kit, my fur is fluffy and very silky soft like mom’s. I have thick well kept fur, thanks to mom always grooming the living cat out of me, so it’s always sleek and clean, but it still has that unkempt look to it, thanks to yours truly. My still soft paw pads are jet-black, along with my sharp, soft, and cute; never even call me that unless you like your whiskers, little nose and thorn sharp claws. Again…JUST LIKE MY MOM. I wonder why I couldn’t be born like my dad, instead of a male version of, well, you know, my mom. But, I think it makes my mom-worshipping siblings jealous that I look more like her than any of the others do! Hah! My most likely best of my features, if not all of them, that I have of my mom’s, are these piercing and intense sapphire gems you call eyes. They are clear blazing sapphire blues that appear icy, like cold fire. They are vibrant and always slightly narrowed, quite the beautiful set of eyes to look at.
Well, that’s what I look like ya weirdo stalkers, why am I even explaining this? Oh well. I hope you’re happy.
My history, don't go poking around!
Well, seeing that I WAS JUST BORN not too long ago, nothing exciting's happened yet, you see?
Well...
I was just apprenticed to this lame she-cat named Dawnsky. Augh, why couldn't Silverstar use her head and give me someone cool and tough like my dad? Even if she's my leader and something like a grandma...she still has bees in her brain if she thinks Dawnsky was the best choice for me! Now all of this crazy stuff is happening in my clan and I just have to get through it all like the awesomeness that I am.
Anyways...I probably won't let you know when anything else happens since that would be as weird as the Dark Forest turning good. Wait, why are you still here? SHUT UP AND GET OUT!
*FYI, this used to be HURRICANEKIT, I just got approved to change his name to LIGHTNINGkit/paw, since I'm picky and thing the name went better since he has a mother and grandpa who are something to do with lightning/thunder and have the same looks as him :B <3 Don't worry, I had permission to edit your profiles/posts and post his new name. Yeah, it sucked going through ALL those old posts and your profiles. I'm sorry and you're welcome xD <3*
Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 10:01 am
Owner: Ember Robinwood
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My name is Dustpaw. I'm a proud member of StormClan. I'm a Tom, I should know. I'm eight moons. I'm a warrior's apprentice. My kin include {N/A, open}.
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My favorite things! ~ Sunny spots ~ Other apprentices ~ Play fighting ~ Annoying warriors ~ Getting in the way ~ Teasing others good-naturedly
My least favorite things... - My fluffy tail being insulted - Being yelled at - Others not getting my jokes
And, my fears. X Being hated X Dying X Not having friends X Being alone
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I'm not going to change, it's who I am. I am very good natured and friendly. I have a lot of energy and am "off the walls" most of the time. I love playfully teasing the other apprentices, and sometimes even the warriors! I spend a lot of my time joking around and I don't take a lot of things seriously. For me, a lot of life is just a game! We're not all going to live long, so my motto is "Have fun while you can because for all you know, you could die tomorrow!" I can become very annoying, but heck! I don't care! To sum it up: I am very care free and fun loving, it's hard to put a damper on my mood!
It's what I am, like it or not. I am a fluffy medium sized cat with an interesting pelt pattern. To start off with, my right ear is an orangey-ginger while my left ear is a muddy brown. The left side of my face is grey-black as the right side of my face is a pale grey-brown. The area between my eyes is grey with a tiny patch of grey-brown, like the right side of my face, above my nose. However, my nose is pink and my eyes are a sapphire blue! The bottom half of my face is a pale-grey off white color, including a small patch of dark brown on my chin.
The base color of my body is dark grey, but I have dark grey-black and pale brown patches that dapple my back and body. My underbelly and chest are the same pale-grey-off-white of the lower part of my face. At the same time my left forepaw is a dark grey-brown, almost the same color as my grey base-fur color. My right forepaw, on the other hand, is a muddy brown. My left back paw is grey black and my right back paw is a very pale grey.
My tail is very fluffy and a grey-black with a tawny tip. It has ginger patches, outlined and patched by tawny patches, the same color as my tail tip. To sum it up: I have a very uniquely colored, fluffy, and patchy pelt.
My history, don't go poking around! I was born into StormClan eight moons ago. I was always adventurous beyond belief and got myself into constant trouble. I played with the other kits and had an all around great time. My mother always said that she didn't know what she was going to do with me back of my good natured and carefree personality. I would always playfully tease the other kits, apprentices, and even warriors! I think I annoyed most o the clan out of their fur! Nothing really changed after I was apprenticed, I just moved out of the nursery. My behavior and joking personality is no different from how it used to be, but I have learned knew stuff. Like how to hunt and fight! I know that I'm annoying and hyper, but I'm not going to change because I have to keep the clan cheerful in hard times!
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 5:48 pm
Owner: KittySongLUVsJONASBoys
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My name is Hareleap. I'm a proud member of Stormclan. I'm a Tom, I should know. I'm Fifty four Moons. I'm a Senior Warrior. My kin include N/A.
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My favorite things! Stormclan Apprentices The Sun Rain - The drizzle kind, not the pouring kind Helping Others Giving advice that helps others
My least favorite things... Needless bloodshed When someone breaks the Warrior Code Loosing clanmates Twolegs
And, my fears. Dogs Those badger-like things that attacked us many moons ago (wolverines) Loosing faith in Starclan
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I'm not going to change, it's who I am. Hareleap loves to talk. Not talk as in he won't shut up but he enjoys talking to his clanmates and helping them. This tom has a big heart and will gladly pour out advice if others ask for it. He isn't a terribly big fan of kits but he will tolerate them. Hareleap has more of a soft spot for apprentices, as they are training to become the future warriors of Stormclan. He's the kind of cat who can get you to spill your worries out. He's friendly and well, he's like that cuddly ol' grandpa that you love to talk to.
It's what I am, like it or not. Hareleap is an orange tabby with amber eyes. Just that, nothing spectacular. He isn't the most handsome tom in the clan but he's not to hard on the eyes. Underneath his orange pelt are strong muscles that ripple when he runs. His legs are strong and they can take him up a tree quite quickly if he places his paws in the right places.
My history, don't go poking around! Hareleap was born here in Stormclan to two loyal cats. He had a younger brother but he lost his family to some dogs before he became an apprentice. That is why he had a fear of dogs. Though he has never let that stop him. He went on to become an apprentice, then a warrior. He led quite an uneventful life. That is, until those awful things happened. First the Gathering attack then the flood.
He had always been the "strong one" of the group of apprentices; always being there when others needed someone. It seemed he had a knack for that. Harefleap would always appear when you needed to talk to someone. You could say that was his talent. It was almost like he could sense when someone was sad but really he just looked deeper. Most cats look at the surface, but not Hareleap no, he always looked deeper. Underneath the surface.
Hareleap has never had a mate and some cats have even asked him why not. It seemed that some cats were baffled that he didn't have a mate. His old mentor even told him, "You are such a sweet cat. Always there for others. Why haven't you swept a she-cat off her feet yet?" Hareleap always answered simply, that he hadn't found the right one. He wanted a she-cat who caught his attention and then kept it. Not one who caught his attention and then threw it away. Anyways, Hareleap is a loyal warrior of Stormclan and always will be.
Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 8:37 pm
Owner: skyblue2014
. : About Me : .
My name is ℝunningkit~Paw~Stream. I'm a proud member of Stormclan. I'm a Tom, I should know. I'm 2 moons. I'm a Kit. My kin include All Deceased.
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My favorite things! ❣ StormClan ❣ Clanmates ❣ Starclan ❣ Newleaf ❣ Playing Warrior ❣ Littermates ❣ Playing Hunting ❣ Peace ❣ Friends ❣ Adventures ❣ Exploring
My least favorite things... ✗ Storms ✗ Lightning ✗ Illness ✗ Lies ✗ Fights ✗ Rough play ✗ Mean cats ✗ Rudeness ✗ the Cold ✗ Boring cats ✗ Boring games
And, my fears. ☒ Sickness ☒ War ☒ Death ☒ Failing Stormclan ☒ Failing Starclan ☒ Hunger ☒ Floods
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I'm not going to change, it's who I am. He's a bouncy kit, with a bunch of energy inside of him. He loves to find things to get into and always gets into trouble. Runningkit loves to play, wrestle, and practice being a warrior. Instead of laying around all day, he loves to play with kits and run around finding things to make trouble. He is a very clumsy kit, but is a very rambunctious kit. Runningkit's heart is very courageous and he has the makings of becoming a great warrior.
It's what I am, like it or not. Runningkit is an Egyptian Mau pure breed kit. He has pure blue eyes and a blue nose. His pelt is grey with silver stripes and black stripes. His ears are mostly black with some silver lining. Runningkit's tail looks like a lemur tail.
My history, don't go poking around! Runningkit was born two moons ago in Stormclan and his mother died in birthing before she cold have the rest of the litter. Her rest of the litter all of Runningkit's brothers and sisters died as well. Runningkit never knew his father and is now an alone kit. He wants to become a great warrior, one day become deputy, and eventually hopefully leader.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 9:41 am
Owner: Winged Timberwolf
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My name is Darkstorm. I'm a proud member of StormClan. I'm a tom, I should know. I'm 71 moons. I'm a warrior. My kin include Thunderflight (daughter), and my grandchildren Lightningpaw, Tempestpaw, Twisterpaw, and Blizzardpaw..
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My favorite things! - Thunderflight - Whisperblade - Fighting - Learning something new
My least favorite things... - Thunderstorms - Ebonysun - Any prejudice against rogues - Anyone who harms his family
And, my fears. -Outliving my last remaining child
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am. Your first impression of Darkstorm is probably not a good one. His gruff look and silent nature tend to give cats the wrong idea about him. He may seem like a violent, scary fellow at first, but once you get to know him you'll find the softie in him. He's rather headstrong and has more brawns than brains, but that doesn't mean he's dirt stupid. He treats most cats with respect and courtesy. Due to his muscular build, he has a natural knack for combat and would most likely love to talk with you about fighting moves. He also has quite the backstory and will likely be found recanting it.
It's what I am, like it or not. Darkstorm is a very dark tabby tom; he appears to be solid black at first, but under the proper lighting you'll see that his fur is slightly lighter than his stripes. His muzzle is the only area that's any form of light grey. His eyes are a piercing dark blue. He has very thick, long fur that is usually unkempt, seeing as he has no mate to groom him and has little interest grooming himself.
My history, don't go poking around! Darkstorm has quite the backstory! You can read my (winged timberwolf) Member Profile to learn more about it. Basically, he was once a rogue named Thor. He was separated from his children at birth because they were being chased down. Most of them died in the raging thunderstorm that ensued- all but Thunder, the small jet-black she-kit. Thunder found her way to StormClan. He searched for many moons for any sign of his family and finally stumbled across the StormClan patrol searching for a cure. Since then, he has stuck by StormClan, helping them fight against the Slayers. He even stayed afterward to help them recover (seeing as many had been slain in the struggle) and eventually found himself unable to bear the thought of leaving one day. He asked Silverstar to allow him into their ranks and she assented, seeing as he risked his life several times over for the Clan. His name was changed to Darkstorm and he serves as a very happy, loyal warrior. He may not have a close connection to StarClan, but he still believes in the warrior way with all his heart.
Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 6:36 am
Owned by: Gray Stripe09
. : About Me : .
My name is FireFang. I'm a proud member of StormClan. I'm a tom, I should know. I'm 30 moons. I'm a Warrior. My kin include Firestorm (father ~ deceased), Icestorm (mother ~ deceased), Snowstreak (Sister ~ Alive).
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My favorite things! ❊ Fire ❊ Hunting ❊ Training ❊ Fighting
My least favorite things... ✥ Stupidity ✥ Overly feminine cats ✥ Kits ✥ Troublemakers
And, my fears. ϟ Death ϟ Thunder ϟ Losing Snowstreak
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am. Firefang is a like a mix of both parents. He's got quite a temper on him and is incredibly aggressive. He tends to also be overly protective of his younger sibling, Snowstreak. He also almost always is seen alone. In a dire situation, however, he is able to own up and take the lead. Despite his anger, his self control is incredibly strong. He also has a hard time explaining how he feels.
It's what I am, like it or not. Firefang has earned Firestorm's looks. His eyes are emerald green with a certain shine to them. His fur is a light orange with dark tabby like streaks through it. The tip of his tail has a swirl to it and is light orange. The inside of his ears are a light salmon like color. His body is a mixture of muscle and slenderness.
My history, don't go poking around! Firefang is certain that he is Firestorm's son based on the stories that were told about him. The fact that he is both Icestorm and Firestorm's son is uncertain but he has decided to go along with it. Firestorm had died risking his life for Icestorm. Some twolegs had started a camp fire and had lost control of it. The two warriors happened to be there at the time and Firestorm had saved Icestorm but had been burned by the flames. Luckily, the twolegs had put out the fire before it could spread any further. Icestorm, surviving, had raised the two siblings, and watched them until they were apprentices. Icestorm had supposedly drowned in a river, however her body was never really found.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 6:37 am
Owned by: Gray Stripe 09
. : About Me : .
My name is Snowstreak. I'm a proud member of Stormclan. I'm a She-cat, I should know. I'm 20 moons. I'm a Warrior. My kin include Firestorm (father ~ deceased), Icestorm (mother ~ deceased), Firefang (Brother ~ Alive)..
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My favorite things! ❄ Nighttime ❄ Friends ❄ Training ❄ Kits ❄ Water
My least favorite things... ❆ Mean Cats ❆ Traitors ❆ Cat's that hurt friends ❆ Liars
And, my fears. ☁ Thunder ☁ Losing Firefang ☁ Death ☁ Destruction of the clans
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am. Snowstreak is a more quite and gentle cat compared to her brother. She's the only cat that can ever tame her brother's anger. Naturally, Snowstreak strives to show that she can take care of herself, so her elder brother doesn't worry. This often times gets her into trouble though. She loves kits and loves to teach them. In general, Snowstreak is both a learner and a teacher. She may be a kind and caring cat but she also knows when to give others the chance to fend for themselves.
It's what I am, like it or not. Snowstreak's body is lean and muscular. She isn't a fat cat, in fact she's incredibly slim. Her pelt is white with light gray stripes running through. Her underbelly is purely white and tends to get dirty quite a lot. Her eyes are icy blue just like Icestorm's and she takes great pride in them. Her white fur, however, seems to have an orangish tint to it, which shows up more around her neck area.
My history, don't go poking around! Snowstream was raised by Icestorm and therefore is certain that she is her mother. Because her brother constantly says that he is Firestorm's son, she believes that she is Firestorm's daughter as well. From what Icestorm had told her, Firestorm had died risking his life for Icestorm. Some twolegs had started a camp fire and had lost control of it. The two warriors happened to be there at the time and Firestorm had saved Icestorm but had been burned by the flames. Luckily, the twolegs had put out the fire before it could spread any further. Icestorm had raised them into good and healthy apprentices. However, around the time of their apprenticeship, Icestorm disappeared. Snowstreak believes that Starclan had taken Icestorm, body and spirit. However, she's never told anyone of her doubts on Starclan.
Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 6:16 pm
Owner: KitKitty2234
. : About Me : .
My name is Dawnrise. I'm a proud member of Stormclan. I'm a She-cat, I should know. I'm 24 moons old. I'm a Warrior. My kin include None, inside the clan.
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My favorite things! • The smell of catnip • Kits • Swimming • Snow
My least favorite things... • Dogs • Fighting • Rain
And, my fears. • Meeting Starclan • Dying
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am. Dawnrise is loving and caring, mostly about the young and the weak. She is sometimes hotheaded and cocky when it comes to her mother and father. She is proud to be a Stormclan cat, no matter what anybody else says! She has high hopes to one day become the leader of Stormclan, even though it doesn't seem quite likely. She is very hard and strict on her apprentice's, wanting them to be pushed to the limit, to bring out the very best in them, even though they might not realize that's her motive.
It's what I am, like it or not. As a kit, Dawnrise had very stormy grey eyes. It always scared her mother, who was a rouge at the time. She was always made fun of for her stumpy tail, but nobody truly knew why it was so small. She has very long legs, suited for climbing and running...and well, swimming. Her fur has always been fluffy and thick, not sleek and thin like most of her clan's. One of her ears had been bitten in a fight, causing it to flop down, instead of being on 'alert', as all cats are.
My history, don't go poking around! Dawnrise was originally named 'Night', by her mother. They struggled in twoleg place, her father nowhere to be found. She had a brother and sister, named Rusty and Rose. When she became old enough to take care of herself, a tragic thing happened. She had come to find out her mother had been hit by a twoleg monster. She had found her body discarded like trash on the side of a blackpath. She took her mother's body into the forest, near the Stormclan border, and buried her. She turned her back on twoleg place, and both of her littermate's. She renamed herself 'Dawn', to completely rid herself of her mother's ties. She had wondered upon a few warrior cats, who brought her to the camp, and had presented her to the clan leader, who decided to make her an apprentice. Ever since, she had done so much to prove herself loyal to the clan, even though they don't believe that all of her ties to twoleg place was cut, because she often visited her mother's grave as an apprentice. Most cats believe that, when she was made a warrior, her ties were cut....oh how they were wrong.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 6:23 pm
Owner: Mandalore Canderous Ordo
. : About Me : .
My name is Flashgaze. I'm a proud member of Stormclan. I'm a Tom, I should know. I'm 38 moons. I'm a Warrior. My kin include No one in particular.
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My favorite things! • A good fight now and then • Seeing friendly faces occasionally • Eating by myself • Adventure • Being healthy
My least favorite things... • Nofurs • Snotty cats • Attention-seeking kittypets • Lack of food • Not being able to see
And, my fears. • Being blind • Fear of darkness
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am. As a kit, I felt as fast as the swiftest warrior. My mother was normally kind to me, and often scolded me gently when I went out of the nursery when I was younger. As I grew up, many of the kits were already off to be apprentices, and treated as lesser. I felt disconnected from my clan kin, and kept to the nursery most of the time. I often went to the elders when my mother was resting. Hassling with them was funny, but sometimes, I took them seriously when they snapped at me. They told me stories of grand, ancient warriors and how amazing they were in their prime. One was especially told to me; a sandy warrior who kills in a lightning flash. It was a play of my name, so the elders told me. When some elders had passed away, I felt lonely again, but continued to hope to inherit the lightning fast warrior's title.
When I was finally apprenticed, I was to continue in group practices with hunting and fighting techniques. I made lots of the friends in the process, those who shunned my shenanigans when I was a few moons old. I became more happy, and enlightened to be with them. I never forgot about those elders, by the way, I always looked up at the stars at night looking for them. My fellow apprentices often called me Stargaze, nothing I was ashamed of. I was the one that often bragged, me getting most of the kills when I was on hunting patrols with them.
The warrior vigil was perhaps a life-changing event for me. During the cold leaf-bare night, the stars were there, gazing upon me, giving me comfort as the frost on my fur was snapping at me. I made some resolutions to keep myself at guard, to be the best as I can be, to be a loving mate should I find my other half, and to embrace Starclan when my time comes. The rest of the night was silent, and I supernaturally matured.
It's what I am, like it or not. From ears to tail? I have perfectly made ears, and really bright sky-blue eyes, almost a lightning like color, with a delicate shade of blue in there. I have a well structured jawline, good for hunting and fighting; probably a benefit of not running around and falling so much in my time in the nursery. My face is mostly white, except the eyes, where it matches my pelt. Long, dark stripes run through my fur in near mesmerizing alignment. The front legs are only slightly smaller than my back legs, making it more easier for me to run. My entire physical appearance is medium-sized, not too small, not too prodigious.
My history, don't go poking around! My whole life frist began for me when I first opened my eyes, all I could see is distinct shapes with a white background. I closed my eyes and there I was, with my mother, drinking her milk. I blinked my eyes and saw myself talking with older, more developed kits. I normally asked for them to go on an adventure, with the same, normal declination. My introversion of loneliness was probably when a giant bird attacked and nearly got me, if it wasn't for a couple of warriors to my rescue to ward off the bird. I ran to the nursery and kept on. I darted to my mother and curled up to her. The rest was a blur to me. I felt strongly affected by it and up until my apprentice ceremony.
The first moon, I wasn't very quite open to the other apprentices, only paying attention to the mentor's advice and teachings. When Newleaf had arrived; the second moon, we were in the more advanced techniques on how to pin different cats of various sizes. I was the first to go against Glazepaw, one of my fellow apprentice clanmates. She was bigger than me by a little then. It took me what felt like seasons, and before she binded under her, I slipped away and somehow managed to pin her. She was the first of my group to be my friend. I eventually gained trust in all my age group. We shared tongues, always tried to be in the same patrols, held contests on how many fresh-kill we get, and always protected each other in a scuffle. One cold leaf-bare had came and we got the news. I had Flashgaze, Glazepaw turned into Glazesun, and the others were named. The night was cold, and the forest was dead silent. We were silent. I could hear the others moving a bit. I was still as a stone. Unusual, I was warm, and I felt the brushes of other cats. When I broke off looking at the stars, to see what was the sensation, it had stopped. I pondered the rest of the night what was happening. During the night, brushes of ferns crackling made me wide awake. We heard two badgers moving. I was the fastest, and ran to the cat guarding the entrance to the camp for badgers. In the distance, yowls were called, and I came straight back. The badgers were retreating, but only to my distraught, Glazesun was lost to me. We returned to camp by dawn, gently carrying her body. A few select and others mourned for her until it was time for her to be buried. I continued to move on, but it was tough. She felt like my other half, who could have possibly been my mate. A few seasons passed and to this day, sometimes I'd wake up and look at the stars, feeling a warm omnipresence right besides me..
Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 10:04 am
Owner: Aphotic Wonderland
. : About Me : .
My name is Cloverheart. I'm a proud member of Stormclan. I'm a She-cat, I should know. I'm 20 moons old. I'm a warrior. My kin include no one..
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things! •The sun, it makes my fur nice and warm and it normally promises prey •The moon, it makes everything shine •Snow, even though I'm a warrior, it's fun to play in •Summer, prey is always plentiful so everyone in my clan has happy bellies •My clan, who wouldn't like their own clan?! •The stars, because when I see them, I know that StarClan is watching over me and everyone else
My least favorite things... •Rain, it makes me wet and extremely uncomfortable •Owls, they just don't seem right to me •Battles, sometimes they are unnecessary •Herbs, they taste bitter
And, my fears. •Running water (like streams), I'm afraid that someone I know will die in one •Lightening, it's strange and unnatural •Death, my reasoning is because most people never stop grieving and they don't go back to themselves. •Losing a battle, I live in StormClan, it would be completely dishonorably to lose a battle •Big and mean cats, they could rip me to shreds
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am. I am a small cat who is extremely skittish. A leaf could fall right by me and I'd almost be on my way to StarClan. I'm extremely shy too, I'm not sure why but I'm afraid to talk to others first. I love to go on patrols with my clanmates and I love them all. When I'm not busy, I tend to be outside of camp either walking or hunting. I try to be the best warrior I can even if I'm skittish. Others seem to judge me, but I don't mind at all. This is who I am and I think I'm just fine. I am socially awkward so sometimes you might not wanna talk to me. I'm also very kind and sweet, as well as gentle. But, if I'm in a battle, I'm a different story. I will rip you to shreds to protect my Clan's honor. I'm such a mess!
It's what I am, like it or not. I am a she-cat named Cloverheart. I have brown, black and white on my tabby pelt. My nose is dark red, so it sticks out on my face. My eyes are near the colors of clovers, that's how I got my name. My belly is white as well as my right front leg. My left back leg is pure black. Kinda funny, huh? The tip of my tail is black. My hair is short and that makes it way easier to take care of. The tip of my ears are white. I have a very light brown outline on my eyes. I got all of this from looking into a puddle.
My history, don't go poking around! I was the only kit in my mothers litter that survived. I was born in leafbare so my mother was very weak. I was the runt of the litter, so everyone thought I was going to die in a matter of time. My mom named me Cloverkit after she saw my eyes open extremely early. I'm an odd-ball cat, as you can tell. When I proved that I was going to stay alive longer, my mother, Deerfur started getting even closer to me. She was my best friend. I loved life as a kit, but I couldn't wait to be an apprentice.
As an apprentice, I did the normal duties. I checked the elders for ticks, cleaned out bedding, I hunted, I learned battle moves, I went to the Moonpool, I wish I could tell you what happened but it's against the rules, I learned everything about the Warrior Code and how it helps keep everything in a particular balance. I also helped the medicine cats. When I was really close to becoming a warrior, I had my first battle with my mother Deefur and my father Stoneclaw. I don't remember much except that night I sat vigil for my parents. I have moved on from their deaths, like any cat should, but it's hard to lose your parents who are your best friends.
The day I passed my final assessment, I was made a warrior with the name Cloverheart. I'm honored for my gentle and kindness as well as my fierceness when it's needed. That night I was sitting vigil, excitement was buzzing through my whole body. Every fur on my pelt was charged with electricity and I felt great! I was the happiest cat in the world that day. I still am happiest cat, but it's hard to see that since I jump at every little thing. I guess if you knew me better you'd know that.
Now, what I do is provide for my clan. I have to, I'm a Stormclan warrior. If I had the chance to any other clan I'd turn it down. Stormclan is my home and I will do anything for it. I hope to be good friends with all of you. Hears some advice though. If I were you, I wouldn't approach me so quickly, I might jump in fear. Tee-hee!
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 12:48 pm
Owner: Timecraze
. : About Me : .
My name is Fawnkit. I'm a proud member of StormClan. I'm a she-cat, I should know. I'm five moons. I'm a kit. My kin include Ripple-eye and Brambleface [both deceased].
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things! - warmth - playing - friendship - having fun - butterflies - sleeping - watching ceremonies - dreams
My least favorite things... - the cold - being alone - being teased - bees - pain - being ignored - thunder - storms
And, my fears. - fire - death
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am. Well, for starters, I'm a friendly and social cat. I like to be around others and enjoy their company. I don't like to upset anyone, so I always try and be pleasant with them. I love having friends! I hold my loved ones above everything else, since I feel they're the most important things to me.
I'm undyingly loyal to those I trust and would do anything for them. A little dangerous, I guess, if they're trying to trick me but I'm also a bit naive. I'm the cat who would believe almost anything. I might learn better when I'm older.
Despite being social, I'm not a very energetic cat. I like to keep it calm and quiet. I don't like to get riled up. I might get excited every once in a while, but it's not a constant thing. I'm patient, which would help in my "quest" to please others. I don't like being the center of attention, but knowing that I get along with as many cats as I can is always a good feeling.
It's what I am, like it or not. Let's start with my fur -- most of it is a tan, sort of beige, color. My fur is a medium length, though my tail is a little more fluffy. Though, my legs, tail, ears and pretty much my entire face are dark brown. I'm still small, since I'm a kit, but I'll grow! My eyes are large and a pretty shade of topaz blue. Others say they're my mother's eyes.
My history, don't go poking around! Well, I haven't lived very long but I can mention what's happened in my life so far. For starters, I was born. I don't have any littermates though -- I was the only kit born to Ripple-eye and Brambleface. Because of that, I was their most favorite thing ever. But it was short lived. Not late after, the Clan experienced a period of turmoil: the floods. My parents were some of the few cats to drown, which left me an orphaned kit. Of course the other queens helped take care of me, but it wasn't the same.
Now I'm just looking foward to being apprentinced. Though, I wish my parents could be there with me when the time comes.
