Post by ♠ Naze ♠ on Apr 23, 2012 19:37:32 GMT -5
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"Are we honestly going to listen to the universally stupid?"[/center]
GLIMPSES OF A NEW LIFE[/size][/blockquote]
NAME: Tigerstorm
GENDER She-Cat
AGE: 30 Moons
CLAN: Shadowclan
RANK: Deputy
ARE REFLECTED ALL AROUND YOU[/size][/blockquote]
SHORT DESCRIPTION
A large ginger she-cat, her peridot eyes are said to reflect her desires like mirrors and are typically as sharp as her claws.
APPEARANCE: {6 sentences}
ALWAYS THERE TO GUIDE YOU[/size][/blockquote]
LIKES
YOUR CLAN IS YOUR KIN ;; Despite a strict attitude and at times a startling short temper with her fellow feline, she believes firmly that every cat in one's clan is your brother and sister, and should be treated as such. Loyalty to your own clan is a swift and undoubtedly efficient way to gain or lose her respect in record time, although her affection is not often won by the factor she stubbornly feels that a cat is never too old to appreciate another's loyalty when well placed. Although Gatherings are the only scenario where she sees it fit to admire any enemy clan's cat, it is none the less an admirable quality within the she-cat's gaze.
THE YOUNGEST ARE THE FUTURE ;; Perhaps slightly based on maternal instincts, Tigerstorm firmly believes that their young should be taken care of with the utmost care and treated like what they are ; the future and base boards of every clan. Trained with care, instilled with a great sense of loyalty to their fellows, and made to be as fearsome as the warriors having come and passed long before their generation. As a result of this passionate opinion, she's no stranger to the queens' den to check on the progress and health of their clan's kits, and has a small love for training apprentices whenever there's not enough warriors on hand to train one or there's a particular kit 'worthy' of having the deputy as their mentor. Getting a small joy at playing a large personal role in looking after at least some of the clan's future, mentoring and making sure their kits are treated properly and their clan contains none whom find inspirations in Brokenstar's long perished plots to force kits into early apprenticeship is something that Tigerstorm can find herself easily enjoying unlike many other aspects of life that require stricter paws.
A VICTORIOUS REST ;; While war in the feral life of clan cats is an inevitable and sadly bloody way of life to live by, one cat can either choose to accept it as their circle of life or choose to abandon it and bring shame to their warrior name and ancestors. And like many cats before her, Tigerstorm chooses to swell with pride over a win and after particularly victorious spats with their neighbors, the she-cat somehow feels most at peace during these times where Shadowclan has clearly asserted themselves once more as one of the strongest clans in the entire forest that is a force to be reckoned with without doubt. As if a secure border has once more been placed firmly around the territory, the she-cat feels that the figurative weather after the storm is always the best in most lights.
DISLIKES:
THESE RIPPLES SEEM SO MENACING ;; Although many cats that were not born into Riverclan have at least some dislike for water, Tigerstorm's is to a level where she will more than likely find a different way to their destination if the prior path involves more than a few moments in the water, and will be the first not to risk crossing a river that appears to be surging and raging. With a coat as thick as her own, she is naturally built more for experiences shifting to maneuvering the forest floor and the trees that tower above it's mighty surface much rather than the water that merely makes her coat thick and swimming a far more difficult feet for her than it would be thinner furred cats. Granted she has far less quarrels with the idea of swimming in the wake of a heated skirmish or for the well being of their clan, it remains one of her least favorite practices.
I DREAM OF THESE UNHOLY NIGHTS ;; Despite the peaceful nature of Foxstar and an undeniably sturdy trust she places within him to not run their followers into disaster, she admittedly fears their clan at some point delving back into their dark history, such as the old tale of Tigerstar's reign when he took hold of their clan. But even more so, she dislikes the lack of respect and more so fear that the rest of the clans hold towards them, being one of the first cats to do her best at dissolving any claims of Shadowclan's potentially evil deeds if their cats played no part in it. While she does not so much mind the dark reputation shrouding their clan and even sometimes keeping others away from thoughts that could evolve into finding them the same softhearts as Thunderlcan cats, she dislikes the pool of bad blood their paws seem to be so thickly glazed in.
KEEP YOUR PAWS OFF THE NEIGHBOR'S LAWN ;; Despite coming from a family of a father that belongs to a different clan, a mother that chose to join her mate's clan, and even a litter mate that decided clan life was simply not for them, these facts seem to of only helped support her mindset that a mind torn between two clans only leads to further troubles. A firm believer that anything more than a small acquaintanceship breeds nothing but treacherous futures fed by soft hearts, if the forest was her's to command she would make the punishment for interclan relations far less forgiving, stating that their way of life does not give way for such idiocies.
FEARS:
THESE BUBBLES SEEM VERY LIMITED ;; Her fur having the similar effect as diving into water with a heavy jacket, a near natural fear for her is drowning ; an all too easy end to moons of hard work and even harder earned benefits. Incredibly hesitant to venture too close to water, it is a not a fear that she would ever allow to keep her from giving her life for the sake of their fellows but, a silent prayer is nearly always given to Starclan when her paws must meet the swirling depth of rivers.
A STEP BACK THAT CANNOT BE FOUND ;; Not so much unlike any she-cat, Tigerstorm had moons in the past mused with the idea of potential kits as the Shadowclan queens seemed to comfortably nestle down within the nursery at different points, two of their females turning from warriors to queens as they nestled down into the den for kitting. While the process of kitting is not so fearful, the ginger feline cannot help but notice under vigilant eyes that cats kit, then never seem to regain their former flare, somehow lacking an element motherhood seemed to of robbed like a badger in the night. As a result of maybe watching their queens a little too well, the alteration has frightened her enough to the point where carrying kits in general seems like an unfavorable option to life in general. Her decision to remain childless was only furthered upon becoming deputy, stating that the life of a deputy and perhaps even future leader did not leave time to cozy up in the nursery.
POWERS: {You are allowed one main power and one secondary power. Think before you choose.}
PERSONALITY: {10 sentences}
I'VE FOUND THE BRIGHTNESS[/size][/blockquote]
[/i] She-Cat / Mother / Deceased {Former Shadowclan / Died Thunderclan Warrior}FAMILY:
Nightwhisker ;;
Robinstripe ;;[/i] Tom / Father / Active {Thunderclan / Elder}
Stoneheart ;;[/i] Tom / Brother / Presumed Active {Former Shadowclan / Current Loner}
HISTORY
As if a symbol from Starclan itself, the ferocity of the storm that raged above within the thick, grey blankets that blotted out the sun and made day into night should have easily been a sign for both wild cats that their affair was one born and only capable of ending in sin. Two star crossed mates that were admittedly unknowing of the level of burden they would be forced to bear, whilst every clan cat was huddled away into the shelter of their clan camp or in the nearest available sheltered area, a pitch black pelt sat underneath a tree for it's cover with a thick ginger shaded tom cat close by as if he was also a shelter, or at the very least what would be the fire to keep herself and her womb full of unborn kits safe and dry. As the rain battered the leaves that shielded them from both elements and sight, the Thunderclan born warrior dubbed Robinstripe agreed to his illegitimate mate's terms that their kittens would grow with her in Shadowclan, and with the luck of Starclan share her smooth fur and not his Maine Coon styled reddish tabby coat. Although Robinstripe submitted himself to little argument over his kits' clan, the ancient ancestors were clearly not prepared to give such a blessing to their sinful parents.
As two thankfully healthy kits were born with no father having stepped forward within their clan, it was only a near tear filled tale of a tom's vulgar act of forced breeding that bottled the growing suspicions of most cats as one tom came out with a grey, smooth pelt and the other nearly as furry as a bloody thistle with a ginger coat that no cat seemed to connect to Robinstripe on either side of their clan borders. But even so, at least two moons came and went where gossip was ablaze with allegations accusing Thunderclan of stealing Shadowclan prey or plotting against their age old rivals, simply for the fact that although their territory seemed to only be tainted with paw prints and scent, the stench of at least one foreign clan cat stained their borders. [/blockquote]
KITHOOD
Classically named after her orange tabby stripes decorating her thick coat and the almost tom-like strength already showing in the newborn, the kit grew up under the affectionate gaze of Nightwhisker whom seemed all too happy to have her kits despite the clan's belief that they were cats born out of some stronger tom's heat. Growing beside her sibling, Stonekit, dubbed as such for his smooth dark gray coat, unlike some littermates their relationship was one that went on without a hitch. Lacking a father to gaze upon, Stonekit and Tigerkit were more often seen together tussling with either themselves or trying to practice what warriors taught their apprentices upon a ball of moss and soft twigs, the two just as innocent as any other kits with their mother's green eyes shining with pride, tongue bitten upon cruelly as she held back the words of "your father would be proud". Told as most kits were to stay out from under any paws of warriors and apprentices, although Stonekit sometimes preferred to keep his moons nearer to the nursery and watch the other queens' much younger kittens, Tigerkit was often found somewhere outside the nursery with eager, bright green eyes watching the apprentices and casually imagining her clanmates chanting the name of 'Tigerpaw' one day that seemed all too far away within the young she-cat's mind.
Keeping mostly to the elder's den when possible, Tigerkit took more pleasure than most young cats would in hearing their stories of old ; of stories that their own mothers and fathers told to them of Skyclan coming to the forest many moons ago and taking Shadowclan's territory, of the stories of Firestar and the legendary journey made to their new territory, and of course the many tales of Starclan and the prophecies that their wise, starry warriors sent to nearly every clan at some point. Born at a time of peace, the ginger kitten's days consisted of mostly keeping elders company, a calm attitude allowing her into their den more than often, sometimes even jokingly made to promise that she would keep their den's moss fresh when made into an apprentice. Taking plenty of time to learn about the clan's history, and interestingly enough retaining at least half of her knowledge, it was only in her final moons as a kit bound to the nursery that she began watching the apprentices far closer.
As she and Stonekit's formerly tiny skirmishes grew larger and with stronger paws, and play fights in which Tigerkit often found herself on top of (having inherited her father's nearly oversized paws), the day that the Shadowclan leader called for a meeting was one that was long awaited. In the heat of greenleaf, Stonekit was given the name of Stonepaw, and Tigerkit was dubbed Tigerpaw until worthy of their proper warrior names.
APPRENTICESHIP
[/CENTER]With the fresh yet gratifying name of Tigerpaw, it was her admiration for the elders that got her a senior warrior that was the offspring of one of their elders ; a dark brown tabby tom named Brackenfang, a rather calm yet undeniably fierce member of Shadowclan's force. While Stonepaw's mentor was much like himself, rather soft hearted and compassionate rather than fearsome, Brindletail seemed equally suited for him, although the clan held it to be a common joke that she would only succeed in making him a proper warrior if he did not turn into the medicine cat's den first, seeing as his eyes as a kit were almost always fixed upon the herbs that Miststep carried to and fro.[/blockquote][/size]
Steadily growing further and further apart from her brother's actions, she focused far more upon her mentor's teachings. Strict yet patient, it did not appear to take many moons for Tigerpaw to of already excelled past her littermate in the fields of hunting and fighting, having larger paws and even a greater build than her male sibling. A cat that held knowledge about efficient yet not fatal combat techniques and was most certainly a fair hunter of most prey, Tigerpaw did indeed keep her promise to the elders during her apprenticeship, keeping their bedding clear and clean, biting her tongue even in the most tedious of tasks while her fellows still yowled in private at how time was wasted caring for cats some especially disrespectful felines merely called useless. "They served us greatly once, and for all that they have done and seen they deserve to be waited on as they are" she would often argue, her commentary rarely ever combated by any cat.
It wasn't until the third moon of her pawhood that things went array. With a new gathering sparked new controversy as Nightwhisker rather boldly ended the clan news with a change that startled some, and others had expected. Explaining shortly that the two kits she had recently birthed had become paws, and that their father was Robinstripe of Thunderclan, the she-cat requested an acceptance into Thunderclan for the sake of no longer having to sneak about with divided loyalties plaguing her heart. The rather softhearted cats of Thunderclan allowed her to return with them and their leader accepted her so long as she was positive that her loyalties would not alter back to Shadowclan. Although the loss of their mother was a great one, a far more tedious thistle to remove from their fur was the new stares from their clan members that was no longer brimming with the pride of a fresh apprentice in their presence, but much rather the stares of distrust often given to half clan cats.
Stonepaw took their mother's betrayal far more to heart, and cowered under the near curled lips of their comrades. Yet on the other hand, Tigerpaw walked with the same pride as always, biting down the still raw pain of a sudden loneliness that bit at her as she realized she only had a single brother to look to for family based comfort, and upon Brackenfang's inquiry as to why she seemed to forsake the occasional taunt by their fellows, her answer was a simple one.
"I am not Nightwhisker, I am Tigerpaw ; Shadowclan apprentice and my loyalties lie with the clan I was born within. Never will they go to another."
Days and nights went on though, life without Nightwhisker was not a style of living that held too much difficulty to get used to for the general clan, and the two apprentices she left behind placed all the more efforts into their training as if to pay for their mother's betrayal and prove that her treacherous heart did not run within the family. Swiftly enough, most cats ceased badgering the two youngsters about their half clan blood and most chose to forsake or at the very least turn their faces away from the trivial factor. Unfortunately, not every clan was so willing to sweep the small yet obvious symbol of weakness Shadowclan displayed at their last gathering.
Another moon passed, Tigerpaw only on her fourth moon of training with Brackenfang before for what was the first time, the large ginger she-cat heard what could only ever be identified as a war cry coming from nearby their camp. Confused as any young cat would be, the kits were rushed into the nursery and already warriors stood in front of their rightful posts to protect their territory, and the apprentice dutifully listened as Brackenfang commanded her to follow him and remember the battle techniques she had learned and practiced. Before she could inquire what was happening, it seemed almost as if an explosion of claws and fur erupted upon their camp. Cats that smelt of Skyclan stench flew at their warriors and even their leader stood amongst the flurry of cats. Reacting based on knowledge and instinct, the she-cat fearlessly leaped into the fray, taking on a far older yet far skinnier tom with the name of Spottedfeather, a cat she only knew from the occasional mention of him from the Gatherings. Leaping upon the Skyclan warrior, the two cats went into a tumbling heap upon the dark grounds of Shadowclan camp, claws easily digging into the male's skin that was barely protected with a thin mottled pelt and mouth seeming all too full of the warmth of blood that was sickeningly yet appropriately familiar. Snarling and hissing at each other with harsh insults and wounds being made, it wasn't until she felt a tackle to her side that she realized was delivered from another Skyclan cat who's amber eyes shined bright in the darkness with worry.
It seemed that the bottling of her heavy mixture of emotions stemming from the loss of her mother and the questioning of her own clan had found a way to expel itself from the view of Spottedfeather. The senior Skyclan warrior bleeding a pool upon the grass of their territory, the tom's ally wasted no more time upon Tigerpaw and instead began assisting Spottedfeather to his paws, hurriedly taking him from the battle grounds and leaving the apprentice with little more than claw wounds and tufts of fur hanging from her thick pelt. Although the now adrenaline fueled tabby was able to get a few more hefty swipes at the invaders, it was only moments later that the Skyclan leader called for their retreat, an action that the Shadowclan leader rather mercifully allowed so long as the other explained their reasons for an unjust attack upon camp.
For an explanation, the leader argued that he and his cats thought it a good time to strike Shadowclan with one warrior gone and forces most likely weakened, and that a strike would allow for them to take more of the clan's territory ; an asset that would prove incredibly useful come leafbare. While their rivals were sent away with a warning, thankfully for both Tigerpaw and Stonepaw the previous hostility towards Nightwhisker was not reharvested and much rather, it was decided that they'd simply need to show their strength towards the forgetful mousebrains at the next gathering and alert them to Skyclan's evident arrogance.
Not everything was so simple for either sides though, as for that moment Stonepaw suffered an injury to his ear that left half of it looking like a tattered cloth, and one Shadowclan warrior named Blueflower seemed to leave the medicine cat's den with quite the nasty scar to her flank and back. Although Skyclan did not announce every wounded member of their clan, come the next Gathering they informed everyone that Spottedfeather had left them to join Starclan. A mere apprentice, and already Tigerpaw could not help but feel her fur thick with blood ; blood that need not of been spilled so pointlessly, and while none but a young Skyclan cat seemed to place open judgment upon her, the night held an ominous sensation that caused her pelt to stand on end. Even if no living cat punished her actions, the many eyes of the stars above appeared almost maddening.
No fury would feel greater than that of when she reached the almighty Starclan, after all, a proper warrior never murdered a cat without reason. Spottedfeather and his memory would be one that would haunt her for many more moons to come.____________________________________________
Come the sixth moon, her performance had become a lacking one. Although it was found that she was capable of practicing her father's gift of fire element, the new discovery most certainly did not seem to be one that made her conscience any less heavy. The cat's dreams were haunted ones, and whether or not it was merely the easiest form for her guilt to take up in her mentality or actual messages from beyond the grave was never to be found out, yet that factor did not make life any less hard. Her hunting skills grew sharper, and fighting skills dulled drastically. Larger than even some of the toms, even in scuffles with other apprentices it seemed almost easy to deal then far more harm than intended, and as a result although she remained a swift and effective hunter, her fighting techniques were no longer practiced ones.
THE PUPPET MASTER[/size][/blockquote]
NICKNAME:
Naze
WHY YOU JOINED:
W-Well, I wanted to try and get into a little bit of a swing of roleplaying the Warriors series. :'D
HOW YOU FOUND US:
Proboards Support
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: {It is only needed for first bio.}
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