Post by Kitty on Dec 29, 2009 14:41:01 GMT -6
Name: Tawnystorm
Age: 40 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: SkyClan
Apprentice: Open
Rank: Warrior
Mate/Crush: Redfoot, StarClan (even though she's a little odd I'f like for her to get a new one)
Kin: Sandcloud, Lionstripe: siblings
Description: Tawnystorm is the least similar to her siblings, buildwise. She is an elegant she-cat. She is tall, with long legs, tail, and whiskers. Her hind legs are very muscular. She is very slender with a triangular shaped head. Her ears are normal sized and pointy. She has a brown-pink nose and pads.
Her fur color is closest to Sandcloud's, but she doesn't have the spots. She has mostly pale ginger tabby fur, but shades ranging from light ginger to dark ginger. Her eyes are different from her brother and sister's, as well, since hers are a bright green color. She is a very pretty cat.
Personality: Tawnystorm has a very...unique...personality, if that's what you would call it. Kind of cheerful one minute, then sad or depressed the next. Angry, then forgiving. Its hard to tell which mood she's in. Actually, she seems a little crazy. She's a thinker, though, and doesn't madly jump into anything - no matter her mood. She's patient with kits and apprentices, but warriors? No, not at all anymroe.
She's a cat you would want to be your friend, since when she's in one of ehr bad moods, her friends get the easier side of it. Instead, she dumps the worst of it upon her more...unfavorite cats. She's a clever fighter, and a very good one, at that. She's perfectly content on her own, but will accept company, especially from her siblings. She can be hard to get attached to, but when you become her friend, she'll be very loyal and always back you up.
History: Tawnystorm has had the normal life of a warrior. Tawnykit was born as the middle kit in her litter of three. She was eccentric from the start, but still enjoyed the usual kit-games. She really liked listening to elder's stories most of all, though. She grew to be a little larger than her littermates.
Soon enough, Tawnykit was becoming Tawnypaw alongside her siblings. She was apprenticed to a new warrior, and even though her mentor was young, he was a great teacher. She learned a little slower than Lionpaw, though, so her mentor had to be a litle more patient. It didn't bother him much. He supported her completely and was endlessly patient with her when she messed up.
One rainy day, Tawnypaw slipped on the slippery rocks on the way to a Clan meeting. Luckily, she didn't have a far fall. She tumbled down to the floor of the gorge, where the medicine cats, including her sister, took her to their den. She was reported to have a badly dislocated shoulder, and after fixing it, was ordered out of training for a halfmoon. This put her behind, and she had to work twice as hard to catch up. She met him, then, during her time in the medicine cat den. Redfoot had sprained his paw helping drive out a fox, and he was only a few moons older than Tawnypaw.
In the end, she succeeded in catching up, because during her thirteenth moon she was standing right there beside Lionpaw and recieving her warrior name, tawnystorm. Her mentor was very proud, and that was probably the happieset day of ehr life. She could barely refrain from chattering during their vigil. Redfoot was among the first to congratulate her - they had spent quite a bit of time together when they were both out of their duties in the medicine den.
It wasn't long before she realized why she always ot a warm, fuzzy feeling inside her when she was around Redfoot. She liked him. More than any of the other crushes she'd ever had. Tawnystorm didn't bring it up, though, for fear he didn't feel the same. But when she was about 25 moons old, he was the one to confess his love to her, and before long they were becoming mates. If she'd thought that she was at her happiest when she was first made a warrior, she'd thought wrong. She'd never been happier, in that moon that they spent together.
They'd been mates for a moon, friends much longer, when the tragedy happened. Greencough struck the camp, causing both cats and a couple mroe to fall ill. Tawnystorm recovered rather quickly, and refused to join in on her warrior duties to stay with her beloved mate. But she was forced to go on a hunting patrol after a couple days of doing nothing. When she came back, it was obvious Redfoot had taken a turn for the worse. It was less than two days later when StarClan claimed him.
This made Tawnystorm fall into a state of depression, and she had to force herself to do anything. She'd been looking forward to having kits. She shut everyone out, except the cats she was closest to. Eventually, her sibligns and former mentor coaxed her out of her shell. She began takking a more active part in Clan duties.
Now, Tawnystorm is a dedicated cat, despite her odd mood swings. She spends much of her time with Lionstripe, because being around kin makes er feel safer. She still visits the elders on occasion, especially when she needs someone to vent to. She feels alone, though, despite all the cats in the Clan. She misses her mate greatly.
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