Post by aydlex on Mar 31, 2014 4:44:49 GMT
Basics
Name: Stormwing
Age: 32 Moons
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
|Mother: Currentpelt | Father: Brookerunner - Deceased|
|Wavejumper - Brother | Dewdrop - Sister|
|Mentor: Rainwhisker | Mate: None|
|Kits: None|
Appearance
Summary: A silver coated tabby tom with a snow white belly. Short furred and sleek. Shorter legs, with an all around small figure.
Eyes: Stormwing's eyes are pools of green light. Darkest around the centre, they slowly branch out in lighter rings, the edge bordering on the yellow spectrum. His gaze is bright and intensive, never resting on one place for too long, eager to take in the splendour of the world around him.
Pelt: A mottled coat of silver and black paints its way down from the tom's tail tip, covering his back and rear legs, reaching up his right shoulder to the back of his neck, covering the top of his face. Where the spots end, fur as white as freshly fallen snow begins, spreading down his chin to cover his entire belly. While the white completely engulfs his left shoulder, it is stopped by a band of silver, unable to complete it's dominance.
Build: Stormwing is a cat carved lean and streamlined, tail extending back as long as his torso. He seems much more bulky than he truly is, due to his thick, plush fur. His visage suggests fragility, mirrored by just how often he ends up in the medicine den with minor injuries and sickness.
Personality
Likes: Stormwing is a lover of water, in all its forms. The nearby sea holds a large draw for him. Any and all excuses will find him sitting near its edge, dipping in his paws. The tom also happens to be a thrill seeker, setting challenges and situations for himself that hold some amount of danger, bringing the rush that comes with it.
Dislikes: Most unusually, Stormwing hates fish. Hates the taste, the smell, even how they look. He'll eat them if there is nothing else, and he continues to hunt fish for the clan, but if there is another option, he'll avoid all fish.
Fears: Stormwing has an innate fear that he'll become like his mother, weak and feeble far before he reaches the moons of an elder. It makes him uncomfortable to be near his mother, which hasn't helped their relationship, and any time requiring him to spend time near the elder's den causes him distress.
Goals: Stormwing has simple goals. His first goal is to always act the age he feels, not how many moons he's lived. The second is to find a new, reliable food source to replace fish. The third and final goal is to meet a she-cat that can tolerate his playful nature. He doesn't expect this third goal to ever happen, but it's a dream.
General: Though Stormwing is well past his apprenticeship days, you wouldn't be able to tell it from the tom's behaviour. A streak of playfulness runs deep in him, barely held back by the pretence of maturity and respect. A common occurrence in camp during Greenleaf has apprentices sneezing and itching in their den, a touch of birch pollen mixed in their bedding causing a minor reaction. Sure, he gets chastised and chewed out by those in a senior position, but his reasoning always boils down to this: He hasn't cause anything other than discomfort, and it trains the apprentices to be aware of their surroundings. While his actions annoy those above him, it often endears him to the warriors who enjoy a good joke, and even some of the apprentices who catch on to his tricks. While he's gotten a reputation as a trickster, he is often the first to spring into action when another cat needs help, whether they be in danger or just need a bug squished.
History
Background: A quite force met with a wild wind in an unexpected, but harmonious embrace, find loving in the most mismatched of mates. Currentpelt was a she-cat of few words, severe in her emotions and actions. Her boldest clanmates may have even called her cold. Brookerunner was hot headed, quick tempered with a lack of self control. While never outright disrespectful or insubordinate towards his leader, he would quickly resort to physical violence to let off his anger. With her very quiet ways, Currentpelt hadn't gotten in his way enough to face the brunt of his anger. Until on a particularly bad day, she forced herself between a shouting Brookerunner and a clumsy apprentice. Refusing to back down, yet not allowing herself to be goaded into a fight, Currentpelt soon became the foil for Brookerunner, putting herself in the way of the tom's path of violence. They seemed to take bits and pieces of each other over time, with Brookerunner calming and Cureentpelt bringing herself to be more emotionally invested, at least where the tom was concerned.
Kithood: Stormkit was born to a litter of three, being the last to arrive, and consequently the smallest. While his siblings seemed to crowd around his mother, and Stormkit loved her very much, there was a disconnection between the quiet Currentpelt and her rambunctious kit. He was much more connected to his father, who visited often to check on his kits. He made time to play with them, and there was a gentleness to him that he hadn't ever shown. However, there came a day when Brookerunner didn't come back to visit. It wasn't until he was older that he learned his father had been pulled out by the waves of the sea, and thrown against the rocky crags. With his father no longer coming around, Stormkit found others to latch on to, one of which being a younger Shark-kit.
Apprenticeship: As Stormkit grew into Stormpaw, the wild energy was then turned towards negative actions. Rulebreaking was a common occurrence, with Stormpaw following right on the heels of Sharkpaw. As long as he was close with his friend, it didn't bother the young tom that he might not be following to warrior code too strictly. His mentor tried his best to keep Stormpaw on the straight and narrow, but when your apprentice doesn't' respect you, it becomes very difficult to control them without resulting to violent means. After that point had been reached with his friend, Stormpaw suddenly found himself without a partner in crime. With little else to cling to, Stormpaw focused his attention on his mentor, though every so often his mentor would find the apprentice skipping out on training to sit by the sea. He'd be chastised for not putting himself into his training, but no conversations about why were ever had.
Warrior moons: While it took him far longer than necessary to become a warrior, it was a proud day when Stormpaw finally earned his warrior name, for him and his mother, who'd begun to wonder if her son would ever grow up. Though saying that, Stormwing still wasn't what one would call a mature cat. The jokes were still played, and sometimes he would disappear to sit by the sea. He was there with his friends when a horrible accident occurred. Sharkdive took a bad dive, and ended up impaled on sea urchins in the shallow waters. Stormwing was the first to his side, working to bring the larger tom back to the camp. While he wasn't allowed in the den, he waited right outside in tense silence as Bayleaf worked to save the tom, and didn't move until he knew that his friend would live. His risk taking lessened to an extent, though he still pushed himself into dangerous situations. He continued to visit Sharkdive, even after the tom became the medicine cat apprentice, and became chief bug squasher for the squeamish cat. Despite his age, Stormwing has never been given an apprentice.
