Post by Mousy on Dec 31, 2010 4:31:53 GMT -6
N A M E ; ; Lightstorm
A G E ; ; 37 moons
G E N D E R ; ; Tom
C L A N ; ; WindClan
A P P R E N T I C E ; ; None
R A N K ; ; Warrior
M A T E / C R U S H ; ; None, certainly.
K I N ; ; Blackhawk -- Mother -- WindClan -- NPC.
Taiba -- Father -- Loner --Deceased.
Bluefeather -- Brother -- WindClan -- NPC.
D E S C R I P T I O N ; ;
Small, Not So Muscular, Thin, Largely White Fur, Grey Face, Blue Eyes.
Lightstorm isn’t exactly a large cat, per se. There are probably larger cats than him, but, then again, there are cats smaller. Not many, but there are some. What I’m trying to say here, I suppose, is that he’s pretty small: definitely on the “little” end of WindClan, and possibly of all the cats: about the same size as Ravenstar, he isn’t the first cat you’d notice - partly because his brother is much more noticeable than him, and partly because he just doesn’t want to be noticed. Not his forte, I suppose. He works best from the shadows. Of course, in addition to being small, he’s not so muscular, and also pretty thin: he isn’t a big eater, and he only did training because he had to, and went about it with great indifference. He eats comparatively little, but, then again, so does his brother. Actually, their family isn’t particularly known for being big on eating, so, I suppose… I suppose that’s just… one of those things that carries between them. I mean, most families have traits, and this one is no exception.
And now on to his fur, which isn’t really much, but maybe his name should have been somewhat different; Greyface, or something of the sort (because it fits better than Lightstorm). Anyway, his fur is largely white, sitting lightly over his thin body and covering all of it that doesn’t have scars on it (because he has quite a lot of those), apart from on his face and his back: his back is very pale grey, but, if you were to take a very close look at him, you would see that each individual hair is actually striped, which is known as agouti. In addition to this, though, his face is also grey, and there are stripes on either side of his face, as well as on his forehead, in the classic tabby “m”.
Lightstorm’s eyes are… they’re actually really very nice: they’re a nice shape; almond shaped, and the colour is nice: they’re a sort of combination of sky-blue and ice-blue, neither here nor there. They look really gentle; not really making him look the sort to be as he is. Then again, I suppose you don’t always really want people to know what you’re truly like. Just one of those things, I suppose…
And now, however, to scars, and he has quite a few: the most notable is going right down his back, from the final fight with Taiba. All of the claws of one paw went down his back, leaving a long, sharp mark going down his back. Second most notable of his scars, however is just behind his right ear. It isn’t quite clear where it came from, but there’s a bite-mark just behind his right ear. How very strange. Also, there is a scar on his left front-paw; fur has been ripped from his paw and now only scar tissue remains there. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s something for him to think about.
P E R S O N A L I T Y ; ;
Quiet, Introvert, Manipulative, Lonely, Intelligent, Doesn’t Like Fighting, Quite Vicious, Questionable Sexuality.
I don’t suppose many other cats think that Lightstorm is up to much: he’s generally pretty uncommunicative, tending to sit on his own (failing that, he’ll hang around with his brother), kneading the ground with his claws (actually, he only does that when he’s nervous), or else he’ll go and catch a couple of rabbits. Other than that, he generally doesn’t seem to be up to much, and, really, he isn’t. He’s really very quiet, not tending to speak unless completely required, like in a Clan meeting or similar: if he isn’t completely required to talk (like on a patrol, if another cat asks him something), then he’ll just pretend not to hear them, and carry on with whatever he happened to be doing before they spoke. Generally, speaking to him is a complete waste of breath, because, as well as being quiet, he’s extremely introverted: he tends not to talk, or look other cats in the eye if they speak to him (they don’t very often, because he rarely tends to reply or pay attention), although this is probably just one of those things.
I suppose all of this makes him seem like a total sweetheart who just needs a little love, right?
Wrong.
Lightstorm is, despite the way he acts, not the nicest cat in WindClan. He doesn’t even come close, really: he’s actually extremely manipulative, seeming able to get other members of the Clan do things for him - why do you think he didn’t get the blame for the murder of Taiba? Of course, usually, he can’t be bothered to manipulate other cats, so he rarely tries to control any cat other than his brother, and rarely seems to bother with telling Bluefeather what to do these days (despite keeping a close eye on him), and - generally - he just leaves him to his own devices, although this is mostly because he’s the lonely sort, although by choice: he tends to always be on his own, no other cat with him. Sometimes, he likes to think during this time. Sometimes, he likes lust to mope. But, whichever it is he’s doing, you can always be sure that you’re being watched by the small tom, and he’s clever enough not to be noticed doing so.
Lightstorm’s intelligence is partly what got him where he is now, and it has to be said he’s a clever cat: he’s very much a good trickster, always twisting his words, but never lying per se: he says things, but they don’t mean quite what he says. Just how he is: the sort more to go in for the dark stuff and talking his way out of sticky situations, although this is mostly because he doesn’t really enjoy fighting: maybe it’s because his small size and low amount of muscles let him down, or maybe there’s another reason, but, for one reason or another, he just isn’t a fighter. Maybe, then again, he just doesn’t enjoy fighting, although he is quite vicious: he can fight, he just doesn’t. He has all the techniques; he can think of a good technique in a few seconds, and he can definitely use it.
It’s just a matter of whether or not he will.
Possibly the strangest thing about Lightstorm, though, is that he tends to be drawn more to toms than she-cats: if you ever see him around a she-cat, then something is very strange. Maybe it’s because he’s usually around toms, because there are more toms than there are she-cats in WindClan, or maybe it’s something else, but I would say that he has questionable sexuality; the sort to fall either for a tom or a she-cat.
H I S T O R Y ; ;
Blackhawk was not Blackhawk when she fell in love with Taiba, a handsome young loner, but Blackpaw. The young ex-kittypet had been out hunting, and had wandered away from her mentor, when three rats had attacked her. She had screamed and screamed for help, and, just when she had given up and was prepared to meet StarClan, Taiba came to the rescue and killed all three of the rats. From then on, little Blackpaw, only six moons old, was in love. She didn’t tell her mentor; she thought that he would go and kill Taiba; but kept her loner love-interest all to herself, which turned out to be actually quite a good idea.
But, by her eighth moon, she was pregnant.
The only cat she told was her best friend, Greypaw. She was another young she-cat, and while she didn’t understand how Blackpaw had fallen in love, said that she would do anything she could to help her best friend, and she did so.
They went quietly to the leader, Mothstar, and explained Blackpaw’s predicament. At first, Mothstar was angered, but, after he calmed down, he said that he would be happy to help them. He allowed Blackpaw to go to the nursery, and, two moons later, she gave birth to two kittens.
Of course, there was the problem of her having no tom to look after her kits, and, because of this, the only visitors she ever had were the medicine cat, Greypaw, and, of course, Mothstar. Mothstar acted as a father to the two kits, Lightkit and Bluekit, and, essentially, they grew up with Mothstar as a father-figure.
Their kithood was a complete non-event: hardly anything happened the whole time, and, well, they grew, played and argued, basically. Pretty much what all kits do, I suppose, making them relatively average kits at that point in time.
Of course, it was during this time that Lightkit’s manipulative-ness started to show through his usual kit-personality: he would always be able to get Bluekit to do things for him, and no-one ever really noticed. They thought they were just being kits, and, in some respects, they were.
Maybe being raised by the leader wasn’t the best thing in the world, though, because, by their second moon, it was obvious that Bluekit was strained to keep being just who he was. He spent more time pacing up and down the nursery while Lightkit and Blackpaw watched anxiously, until Lightkit would slap him across the head with his paw, and then he would stop acting as he did, and get back to normal, after pushing his brother over.
R O L E P L A Y . E X A M P L E ; ;
Why was it that cats always wanted to go to the Gathering?
It was so stupid; he never wanted to go, so why had he gone. It was so incredibly stupid, or so the small tom, Lightpaw, thought. He stayed close to his brother, Bluepaw, glaring at Darkpaw and Redpaw from where he sat. He knew that Bluepaw wasn’t going anywhere, and was just staying exactly where he was.
There was only one cat he wanted to see, and that was Leafpaw. She was at the gathering, they had walked there together, the three of them (Lightpaw, Bluepaw and Leafpaw, that is), and she was the only one he wanted to see.
So here he was, standing and watching her chat to her friends in some other Clan, while his brother sat beside him. Groaning, he walked off in the other direction. Bluepaw followed him anxiously, and, although he didn’t speak, Lightpaw could sense his anxiousness.
“Lightpaw?” the smaller tom mewed anxiously, finally catching up to his older brother. Lightpaw grumbled anxiously. “Hey, this isn’t like you.”
Bluepaw was right; the small, light-coloured tom wasn’t usually like this, even if he usually was pretty uncommunicative. Still, this was extremely annoying, and extremely troubling. Well, at least they were in the same Clan.
“StarClanbedamned!” Lightpaw garbled, angrily swiping Bluepaw with his claws. Bluepaw gave him a dark look, but said nothing to his brother.
Lightpaw paused, licking his paw irritably.
“Well,” he snarled. “At least we’re in the same Clan.”
T H E M E T U N E ; ;
Lonely Day, by System of a Down.“And if you go,
I wanna go with you.
And if you die,
I wanna die with you -
Take your hand and walk away...”
O T H E R ; ;
Colour: Yellow