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 Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 2:04 pm
xxxxxxx w h o a x w h o x d i s x (ᅌᴗᅌ* ) - - ----- - ->> You can call me Bleu/Blue, Jay or just J! uvu
>> I'm eager to roleplay with some of you dapper cats! You all look very cool and are nice. (▰˘◡˘▰)
>> I haven't been on Gaia since I phased out of anime and into whatever conglomeration on interests tumblr is.
>> I'm new to the guild, but have been roleplaying in various fandoms for years now.
>> I'm very busy with life things that are totally sporadic so you'll have to excuse me if I suddenly disappear for three days at a time or so.
>> I've only got 1 cat so far, and will probably limit myself to below 3, since i can get crazy with ocs.
>> I'm sorry if I get anything wrong with the continuity of the plot omg im sorry if my cat's a dumbdumb
>> im gonna apologize a lot forgive me in advancexxxxxk i t t i e sxxx> GRAYSTORM // NightClan // warrior // tominto // graystorm
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 2:09 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Graystorm.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm twenty-eight moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Spiderclaw (father; deceased), Addertail (mother; deceased), and Stonetooth (brother; recently deceased). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
> peace
> quiet
> leaf-fall and newleaf
> evenings
> cool and/or dry weather
> sparring, hunting and most warrior responsibilities
> light sleep
My least favorite things...
< unneccessary conflict
< unrest within the Clan (between Clanmates especially)
< greenleaf and leafbare, for different reasons
< lack of prey
< sharp-tongued, insolent or generally spiteful cats
< underbelly wounds
< too much faith in StarClan
And, my fears.
< war
< poisons and disease
< being crippled
< death . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Graystorm surprises most with his serene demeanor. It isn't to say that he's content with anything, but he doesn't allow bursts of anger or fear to surface past his hardened exterior. Apprentices might see him as bitter or critical, but the tom tries to give young cats advice when they seek it, and he does not cushion his points. That being said, he does enjoy the company of his Clanmates--each are interesting in their own ways. But only those willing to deal with his bluntness can see that he is a truly caring cat of few words.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Named after the sky he was born beneath, Graystorm is recognized more so because of his large build than his fur color or tail. The tom boasts a solid frame of healthy muscle, carried on elegant legs that give him the height to tower over many warriors. That being said, his heavy, dark gray pelt only adds onto his foreboding appearance. It bristles naturally everywhere, on his neck and shoulders particularly. Graystorm fondly recalls his mother having to hold him down as she smoothed out the tufts of thick fur, muttering how unappreciative he was to squirm in her grasp, for if not for her frequent bathing he'd look like an unkempt elder's nest. He must have picked up the habit, for the tom now routinely shares tongues with his Clanmates.
It's said that the tom took after his parents in more ways than one; his pale golden eyes are very much so that of Addertail's, while his coloration is of his father's.
My history, don't go poking around!
Born to a pair of strong NightClan warriors, Graystorm was one of two kits in his litter. The parents were a loud couple, constantly bickering and hissing this or that at each other; it wasn't a surprise that not even their kits could bring them together. Spiderclaw was a dark, wiry, lithe male with long legs and large eyes, while his mate of only a few moons was a strong, stout female with a narrow snout and eyes like two golden slits. His brother, Stonetooth, who took after their father, was a sickly kit, short-haired and thus unprepared for the cold of leaf-fall that they would have to brave in their first crucial months as kits. By newleaf, Graypaw had shown enough potential and interest in warrior activities to have been assigned a mentor, while Stonekit was deemed still too weak to begin his training. The brothers would grow apart gradually for many moons, with Stonekit focusing on bettering himself to please the Clan's leader. Coincidentally, seasons later, when both kits completed their training as apprentices, they were given their warrior names at once, in one joyous ceremony. Graystorm felt pride for his brother, but Stonetooth had all but forgotten about his kin. Spiderclaw had contracted greencough and joined StarClan while they were apprentices. Addertail scarcely spoke to either of them since being able to return to her warrior duties, and not long after their ceremony, she was slayed in combat. Graystorm understood that his brother wanted no part of his life, having always lived in his shadow, and respected his choices. The few hunting and border patrols they had went on in the seasons after are all the tom remembers of his brother. His remains were eventually found in an abandoned fox's den after the Clan noticed his absence.
Graystorm does not consider himself to be alone within his Clan, however there is a slight pang in his chest whenever a cat mentions his late parents or brother. As many do say, the Clan is like kin, but it is not kin. The tom now focuses on his work and dedication to his Clanmates, and perhaps, to an eventual mate.((WILL ADD MORE LATER???))into // graystorm
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