Post by REX on May 28, 2012 11:28:30 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,100][atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #ffffff;] [style=border:1px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;width:100px;height:100px;padding:8px;]  [/style][style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]THUNDERCLAN[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]SHE-CAT[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]TWENTY SEVEN[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]WARRIOR[/style] [style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]PICTURE[/style] | [atrb=width,400][atrb=style,padding:10px;][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 24px;letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center;border-bottom:1px solid #ffffff;line-height:85%;color:#C09BFC;]STORMFIRE[/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]A FOREST DIVIDED[/style] [style=margin:-20px 30px 10px 30px;text-align:justify;font-family:tahoma;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#8e8e8e;line-height:13px;]Short Appearance a beautiful silver-gray she-cat with fiery blue eyes Appearance STORM , the storm is present in every part of her physical well being. her gray pelt resembles a dark storm cloud, and the silver linings in her pelt are said to be the 'silver lining' of a cloud. her blue eyes are the rain drops, and the way that her tail flows can be said to be the lightning strike that will come down. storm clouds are said to be gray and boring, the same. but stormfire is something to look at. she takes care of her pelt, and she is quite proud of how clean and sleep it is. she does have the build of a thunderclan cat, although she is not large like most of them are, she is strong. her muscles can be seen through her pelt, and it gives some definition to the cloud. her nails, short but sharp, are said to resemble the hail that comes out of an angry storm. hence, the first part of her name greatly describes her physical appearance. and she is a beautiful storm. FIRE , the fire can be seen in her eyes and the way she holds herself. her eyes can be described as raindrops, but they are more like fire themselves. they dance with trickery and mischief most of the time. but inside it, there is always a glint of longing for the cats she loved the most. the fire inside of her is seen through her eyes, whether it be a calm fire, a protective fire, or an angry fire that can destroy herself and the whole forest. her blue eyes are perhaps the most alluring thing about the pretty she-cat, but it can also be the most disturbing thing about her as well. Personality protective, happy, outspoken, blunt, fierce, loyal, impatient STORM , can give life. especially after a long drought. she is refreshing, not only being a sight to see, but also in the sense that she has a blunt and outspoken personality that not many others have. she isn't afraid to speak her own thoughts, but she will say them in the most inoffensive way possible. storms have an ability to bring plants back from the dead, and she has a way of bringing cats back from depression. she knows how to cheer people up, and she is a ball of excitement and care. she knows how to have fun, and she isn't slow to fool around and play little tricks on her clanmates. FIRE , can mean protective. and stormfire is protective over the ones that she loves. she will defend them with everything she has, and will put others lives before her. she learned from being a half-clan that she needs to be better, stronger, faster, more loyal, than other cats in order for them to trust her. and she does exactly that. she'll do anything, and she'll do everything. STORM & FIRE , can destroy. stormfire has a temper. her sharp tongue makes it so that she'll snap back at you, except in a cool controlled voice. she never seems to “lose her cool,” but she gets frustrated frequently. her patience is easily run out. she is scary when she gets angry, and once she starts to lose trust and once she's been mad at you, you can expect her to treat you differently. harshly. cold. indifferent. as if she doesn't care about what you do to her anymore. and that's okay with her. History STORMKIT , although she will never admit it, her father was a riverclan cat and she was named after him. her mother, ripplespirit, fell in love with stormheart when they were apprentices. stormheart became riverclan's deputy, and ripplespirit was in the running for the next thunderclan's deputy. but before she was named deputy, the clan discovered that she was expecting kits. ripplespirit gave up her ambitions to become deputy and gave birth to three healthy kits. but starclan was furious at the two cats for breaking the warrior code. stormheart fell into the gorge, and ripplespirit died giving birth. her sister, snowfrost, took the kits and named them ripplekit, stormkit, and spiritkit, knowing their parents. the three she-kits were born in the winter, ripplekit soon died of greencought, spiritkit was taken away by a eagle, and stormkit remained. she was a curious kitten, and a feisty one too. she never knew how to sit still and always got herself into trouble. snowfrost soon died from a battle between riverclan and thunderclan over who controls sunningrocks, and stormkit hit her sixth moon. STORMPAW , riverclan and thunderclan knew who stormpaw's father was, because she was an exact replica of him. thunderclan was weary that riverclan would demand their former deputy's kit. so they asked cloudheart to mentor stormpaw. cloudheart was another half riverclan half thunderclan cat. at first, they were all weary of him, but he managed to win over his clan's heart over and over again. he taught stormpaw to be brave and to be loyal. to stick to the warrior code unlike their parents, and to do whatever the clan wanted them to do. he taught her how to have an opinion, and how to speak her thoughts in inoffensive ways. stormpaw soon excelled at hunting, she mixed thunderclan's speed with riverclan's patience, and she became the best hunters that the clan had seen in a long time. however, during her third gathering, stormpaw met another riverclan tom, and they became friends. eventually, stormpaw started to develop feelings for him. STORMFIRE , when she reached her thirteenth moon, stormpaw was named stormfire. the clan was lucky to have a hunter like her, and she started to lead hunting patrols and mentor apprentices only soon after. stormfire and raincloud kept meeting in secret. stormfire found out that she was pregnant with kits, and everyone suspected that stormfire's mate was cloudheart. cloudheart kept the secret, but only after he found out that raincloud was the real father. during one of their meetings, a bitter warrior named pebblecreek followed raincloud, and attacked stormfire. cloudheart came to her rescue and killed raincloud on accident. pebblecreek eventually killed cloudheart, but he fell into the river and was unable to get back up. stormfire was devastated, and her clan was heartbroken as well. stormfire gave birth to four kits, but three of them died within the first moon because of lack of prey. the last kit, dropkit, died of a fox attack on the nursery. stormfire returned to her duties as warrior, and never looked at another tom again, or even looked at kits. she refused to mentor kits that reminded her of her own or of cloudheart and raincloud. instead, she devoted her time to hunting and to expressing her opinions and concerns to her clan. reason for name STORM , besides resembling a storm cloud in appearance, the she-cat does appear to be like a storm. while storms may be both destructive and life-giving, so is the girl. FIRE , although storm and fire are opposites, it reflects the difference inside of her. fire, very hot fires, can be blue- and her eyes are said to be as cold/hot as fire. fire can also symbolize her spirit. Roleplay Sample stormfire was a loyal cat, no one could say otherwise. she worked hard, brought in most of the fresh kill in the pile herself, and was fiercely outspoken to being allies and friends with other clans. especially riverclan. it wasn't because she didn't like them- it was because of her history with that clan. she knew that her father used to be a riverclan deputy, and she knew her mother had almost became thunderclan's deputy. she also knew that the love her of life was a riverclan warrior- who died at the hands of her own mentor. her kits, half-thunderclan and half-riverclan, like herself, had died as well. it was starclan's curse, a way of punishing her for breaking the warrior code. her paws had always wanted to know what it would feel like to be in water. to feel the rush and the current of the stream and to taste fish. she had hunted fish before, except it had initiated a surge of outcry among her own clan. the words that they spoke stung her, and she avoided the border ever since. while the she-cat's riverclan scent faded away from when she was a kit, she was still half riverclan. her pelt was that of a riverclanner's, glossy, thick, and unsuited to the forest lifestyle that she lived in. but she thanked her father for her patience- riverclanners needed the patience to fish, and thunderclanners lacked that patience. her patience, coupled with her strength and stealth of being a thunderclanner made her one of the best hunters. she preferred to hunt alone- the clan knew that and so did her leader. she was thankful that they understood her weaknesses. she was never put in a border patrol along the thunderclan-riverclan border, and she was never ordered to hunt at sunningrocks. instead, she was allowed to roam the forest, hunt as she please, and to walk alongside the thunderpath. she was perhaps the cat that went there the most often, her scent reeked alongside of the two-leg monsters. she wasn't afraid of them, they didn't harm you as long as you didn't get close to them. a long time ago, her clan was afraid that she would commit suicide by walking across the border. that time had passed- she was over her kits' deaths. or so it seemed. she still held onto them, she still loved them with all of her heart, and she couldn't stand looking at kits in the nursery. it wasn't because she was heartless and cold, the clan knew. when a mother lost her kits to sickness and to a badger, there was no amount of time that could completely heal that pain. she refused to mentor any cat that looked like her kits- any cat with silver and gray fur, with green eyes, with white paws and a high pitched voice. she refused to mentor most apprentices in general, knowing that it was about time that her kits were apprentices as well. knowing that it was about time for them to earn their own warrior names. the gray she-cat lifted herself to her paws, and after a moment of hesitation, she walked through the forest. she knew that she probably had to be somewhere right now, talk to someone, argue with some snobby she-cat that didn't understand that whining was not attractive. her dark blue eyes scanned the forest, food wasn't scare, it was about time that leafbare would loosen its grip on the forest. it was about time for newleaf to wander along, happily, merrily. and it was about time for the birds to start singing again, and for food to start to appear. as newleaf came along, so did hostilities. she knew that thunderclan and shadowclan weren't on the best page today, and she knew it had been a while since the border was patrolled. the chaos within her own clan was indescribable. she needed to get away from that hellhole. the thunderpath wasn't as loud this morning- aparently twolegs didn't like seeing the sunrise from over the treetops like the clan cats did. her paws delicately walked alongside of the cold, hard surface, glistening with ice and rocks. and she wondered what it would feel like on the other side. would it be better over there? were they happy? did they have a spot to spare for a code breaker like her? but that would be breaking the warrior code, and she had broken the warrior code enough times already. stormfire gave a tiny laugh, not because it was funny, or because she was mad, but because of how stupid she was. she turned around and bounded safely to the other side of the thunderpath. her side, her clan's side. stupid. stupid. stupid stupid.]she mewed, lashing her tail and she burst into another fit of laughter. she was alone, and she knew she was alone. she was alone, like how she always was and how she would always be. 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