Post by Frighteh on Jul 3, 2007 15:13:28 GMT -5
Name: Frightstorm(star)
Age: 38 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: CloudClan
Desired Rank: Leader
Picture: Description:
Age: 38 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: CloudClan
Desired Rank: Leader
Picture: Description:
Frightstorm is a bulky orange ginger tabby tom. He has a pale orange that makes up most of his fur color, but his ginger stripes stand out most. His pale green eyes clash somewhat with his pelt and give him a cold, calculating appearance. His legs are big and strong from the alrge muscles that lay underneath his pelt and his paws seem harmless if his claws are retracted. His bright pink nose helps ward off any 'evil' lok about him, though.Personality:
Though he may look scary, Frightstorm has a big soft spot for kits.History:
Frightstorm can be strict, but he has a right to be. He didn't become the leader through pampering and skipping through fields of flowers.
He loves being active and fighting where he can put all his weight and muscle to good use!
Frightstorm dislikes obnoxious/ foolish cats, but will allow such behavior with the younger cats.
He tries not to indulge in self-pity or self-loathing and instead focuses on the plus side of things, pushing himself until what needs to be done is done.
Not one for romance, he tends to be more of a 'big brother' to the females, but it's only a mtter of time before he finds the right female.
He continues to pride himself in the fact that he has what it takes to be and remain leader, but he doesn't boast about it.
Normal clan life. He was a kit, then an apprentice, became a wariro easily, and excelled from there. He had a mother and a father, but his mother died in a clan battle while his father lived till he was deputy. The clan mourned the loss of Frightsorm's father when he died a few moons before Frightstorm took over the leader position.RP Example:
He focused all his effort to being the best leader he could be for his clan and quickly became one of the best.
Frightstorm loves being in water from when he, his friends, and parents used to go to the stream nearby and train, hunt, or just ahhng out.
He has no siblings but treats his clan as his family.
Frightstar padded out of his den and stretched slowly, hearing the cracks of his joints as he did so. Giving a satisfied sigh, he looked around the camp, seeing a camp guard by the entrance of the camp, about to circle around. He nodded to the wariror, silently telling him to go to bed, and the warrior wasted no time in hurrying off to the warrior's den. Shaking his head in slight amused irritation, Frightstar's eyes rested on the nursery and stayed there longingly. He was impatient; no kits were here yet, and he wished to hear their quiet mewls and see them squirming around.Anything Else:
He stopped his thoughts there and huffed at himself. He sounded like a queen, for Starclan's sakes!
Frightstar checked around the cmp a little bit, making sure there were no enemies and traveled through his territory until he reached a large stream. He sat himself down on the bank and basked in the sun's soft rays, even letting out a gentle purr. It was things like this, sitting on a bank and sun basking, that made him thankful to be alive.
If he can't be the leader, he can be a normal warrior, if you want.