 Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 10:35 am
 Name: Stormhawk
Age: 26 moons (2 years 2 months)
Gender: Male
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Mate: None
Kin: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAppearance: Stormhawk is a mackeral tabby tom with steely, yellow-green eyes. Depending on the angle of the sun, his eyes may alternate between yellow and green (THIS HAPPENS IN REAL CATS). He has a large and muscular body frame, a scarred face depicting a life full of harsh battles, a white muzzle and a white underbelly.
Personality: Living up to his name, Stormhawk is a grumpy, no-nonsense tom. He has little patience for apprentices and even less for kits, usually preferring to frighten them away with a glare rather than deal with their mischiefs and annoying attitudes. Although he is undoubtedly loyal to Shadowclan, he would not respect a higher rank until that cat has earned his respect. Once you earn his friendship, he will stay a faithful friend for life...but earning his trust and respect can prove more difficult than taming a fox. He has a sharp tongue and is not afraid to speak his mind, often leading to conflicts with other warriors.
Bio: Stormkit was named because he was born right in the middle of the worst thunderstorm Shadowclan has ever seen. He was born to a litter of two, and while he was the strong kit of the litter, his sister was the weaker and died a few minutes after birth, leaving him as the only kit.
As he grew up, while most kits would play with moss balls or chase each other around the nursery, Stormkit didn't. He glared and hissed at any kit who came close, swatting at them with his kitten claws as a warning. If he was ever bulled into a "play" fight, he never "played" and it always ended with the other kit running to its mother, crying because Stormkit had bitten his ear too hard. Exasperated with her kit's behaviour, Stormkit's mother impatiently counted the days until his sixth moon birthday.
Even as an apprentice, Stormpaw's, well, personality issues, continued to manifest. He was mentored to a senior warrior (OPEN FOR SUGGESTIONS) and even then, his grumpy attitude refused to cooperate, often leaving his mentor exasperated. He would refuse to go on dawn patrols, claiming that he could be doing something more useful such as hunting for the clan or practising his fighting moves. As rebellious and strong-willed his attitude was though, no one could deny that Stormpaw had grown into a fine young tom, strong, brave, and a perfect example of a warrior (minus the attitude problems of course).
When he was about 14 moons old, one day his mentor took him on a border patrol. By now, Stormpaw's rebelliousness had lessened, and his relationship with his mentor had improved slightly. All of a sudden, from the sky a giant dark shape swooped down on them, talons glinting in the sunlight. A hawk had landed an aerial attack, intending on eating the two cats for breakfast. After all, a cat could hardly fight off a hawk, as hawks have been known to eat even weasels for lunch. Without any sign of hesitation, Stormpaw snarled and pounced onto the hawk's leg, clamping his teeth down and refusing to let go even when its talons scored terrible cuts on his head, leaving scars still visible today. Eventually the hawk thought that the meal wasn't worth it, and flew away. His mentor, impressed with the show of courage, decided that the time for his warrior ceremony had come. Stormpaw was named Stormhawk in honour of his show of bravery against the predatory bird, and today serves Lonestar as a warrior.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFriends: Um, pretty lonely right now XD
Enemies If I'm honest, probably a lot of cats in the clan hate him. Just saying.
Potential mates: Anyone...?
(Past) Mentor: Preferably someone with a cat older than 30 moons.
Apprentice: Volunteers for grumpy guts?
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