Stormcall - NightClan

[Arcanine]

[atrb=border,3,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=FFFFFF] Stormcall A large dark gray tabby tom with green eyes. * * * Age: 21 Moons Gender: Tom Rank: Warrior Clan: NightClan * * * Appearance: The first thing, you probably notice about Stormcall, is probably his sheer size. He's a large tom, and tends to be seen as a little clumsy. The second thing most notice, is his voice. It sounds as if it's coming up from his paws, and and when he raises it, can be heard for quite a distance, a bit like a roll of thunder on a stormy night. After that, the details are minuscule, and rather insignificant. Let's go over them anyways, shall we? After all, details make the big picture something memorable We've covered the fact that he's stout and strong, but there must be more to that. He's larger than average, almost huge, and it's not fat, trust me, not since he's a warrior. On top of this tom's muscular build is a layer of almost long fur. I say almost because it's too short to consider him a puff ball, but far too long to be considered short. This fur is given the base color of a very, very, light gray, almost the color of a dawn sky before the sun full rises. On top of that color setting is a darker gray, more like iron than anything. In fact, the darker gray lays so fully over the first layer, that the first is only seen around the tom's face, throat, belly and barely along his sides. Even further on top of these two layers, are markings. These markings are inky black, and described as tabby like. They're a mix of stripes, but along his sides, there are spot like markings of the same color. Around his green eyes, there appears to be a lining of black around them, making them stand out, against the paler fur of his face. Personality: Odd one out - Even as a young kit, Stormcall was always the odd man out, the last to be chosen for games, and the last to a meal. It's just that he's not assertive nor moody as other cats. He's actually quite a genuine and kind cat, who would prefer to spend an afternoon training apprentices or hunting that fighting and quarreling. His gentle and easy going nature has seemed odd to some, and a blessing to others. He often enjoys speaking to those of like mind, and when he can, telling stories to the kits, when he has nothing else to do, which is definitely not often. Some have said that he's more like a elder in a warrior's body, and that by time he is an actual elder, he'd have the wisdom to go with his laid back personality. Innocence in chaos - Most would not describe Stormcall as a vicious, dangerous tom, more like a butterfly on a spider's web. He's not most likely to go off the deep end and try to claw your face off, or remove your ears with his teeth, or spit challenges at every cat that happens to walk by. Most supposedly subtle harsh comments bypass him, though by choice or honest innocence, no one is quite sure. For such a large cat, he's really quite a gentle cat in the long run. He's also a tad lazy, enjoying his chances to sleep in, and often has to be poked and prodded when he has to wake to go dawn patrol. Naps and sunning chances are often his favorite time of day, and if deprived of sleep long enough, he can get quite grumpy towards just about everyone. Not mean, just shy - As some cats will ignore you or speak only a few words to you out of general unkindness, Stormcall isn't a hugely chatty cat. If he doesn't know you well, you can bet that he isn't going to sit and hold a long conversation with you. Even if you've been friends with him since apprentice days, he probably won't talk much, often preferring others to talk. He's a great listener, and if asked for advice or opinion, he'll give his best, but he's not always the smartest or wisest cat around. Of course, if he does have a beef with you, then he'll treat you with silence. He's not one to enjoy confrontation, and often it makes him twitchy. It was often something that made some question his potential as a warrior, since he shied away from such things. Wrong way 'round - As it is the truth that he's not the most vicious cat around, he's also not the brightest bulb in the box. He's not stupid, not even close, but he does have moments where he misses something that should be obvious to everyone. Often, it's frustrating for him and others who run into this road block with him, and can make tempers short in the middle of stressful situation. In many ways, Stormcall does things reverse of what others would do, but somehow ends up with the same result. This can be frustrating and confusing for some, or amusing for others, but Stormcall gets it done in the end. Most would say, judging just by his Clan, that he's the opposite of a majority of them, but all in all, Stormcall is just under the belief that the other Clans just don't know them all that well. History: Stormcall, or Stormkit as he was called when he was born, was just a tiny scrap of fur when making his debut in this world. He was born on the tail end of green-leaf, just as they were starting to turn colors, and drift towards the ground, one by one, in a brilliant array of warm colors. He was born along with two other brothers, Sootkit and Ashkit, and the middle of the three. His mother was a proud older queen, Duskblossom, and she'd raised kits before, and knew how to keep her bundles of gray fur under relative control. It was clear right away that Ashkit and Sootkit were the more dominate of the three, often shoving Stormkit out of the way to nurse, or climbing over him, heeldess of his mewls of protest. As they grew old enough to see and toddle around, they discovered games. Unfortunately, Stormcall was often the target of these games, and when they got to rough, he often ran back to their mother with a yowl forming in his throat. As they aged, the three longed to be able to join the apprentices in their duty and den, often spending hours playing out scenarios that were getting rougher with every sun. Stormkit, despite being the most soft spoken of the three, was quickly growing to stand taller than either brother, When the day finally came for them to become apprentices, it was a moment of anxiety and joy for the brothers, and Duskblossom watched proudly as her last littler of kits became apprentices. Ashpaw, Sootpaw, and Stormpaw. Stormpaw was apprenticed to a relatively new warrior, Crowflight, and in the beginning, the older tom scared the young apprentice out of his mind. Though, he learned soon that the warrior was easy going, and was well on his way to being an excellent mentor. That first leaf-bare that came 'round when he was just past 12 moons old, was one of the barest and harshest that had been seen in many, many, many moons. The snows were late in melting, and the season drug on and on. Several elders died that leaf-bare, as did one of the younger kits. All the Clan cats were thin and starving, and tensions were rising between the four Clans. It wasn't until ReedClan invaded their borders did the true extent of desperation show. The fight was bloody, and many cats on both sides were injured severely. His eldest brother, Sootpaw died of infection a moon later. Ashpaw, angered by his brother's death, let it rule his life. Often, at border skirmishes, he would attack far fiercer than he had to, and this led to many injures on his brother's part. Eventually, at 15 moons the two remaining brothers were made warriors: Ashfang and Stormcall. Ashfang for his fierce fighting spirit, and Stormcall for his dark fur and deep voice. Even though they became warriors, new ones but warriors none the less, Ashfang fought on still. That is, until an illness swept through their Clan. Apparently, a young apprentice had brought something back to camp. It decimated the Clan's numbers. Ashfang was lost to it, as well as their mother, and several other thought to be strong cats. It was a loss, and it hurt, but life went on, anyways. Stormcall, several moons after becoming Stormcall, got his first apprentice. A pretty little tabby named Ivypaw, who was a gentle she-cat, with a temper as strong as her claws. At first, he stumbled, as most new mentors do, making a few mistakes before fixing them himself. She was a quick learner, and seemed to grow leaps and bounds faster than other apprentices. However, what Stormcall didn't know, was that she had found herself a beau, a young tom who was as competent as could be. His only downfall, was that he, was already taken as far as mates went. The tom was a young warrior, younger than Stormcall, and his given mate was an older she-cat, and quite happily pregnant with his kits. Stormcall, didn't find out until the night before Ivypaw's evaluation, happily sharing tongues with her crush. There are few things that can truly anger Stormcall, and that kind of lie was one of it. He and the two young cats had words, stern and hurtful towards all parties. The night ended badly, and the next day, the easy communication was gone, and there was a storm brewing on the horizon. It wasn't clear what went wrong, or who knew what did happen, but it was suspected that it was the fox that they had been scenting on their territory. Ivypaw was found mutilated, and lifeless, and several other apprentices injured badly. The cat that had found them first, the young beau tom, had said that they thought was a good idea, and that if they could run the fox off, then they'd definitely become warriors. There was silence in the Clan that night, and all that Stormcall could feel at the end of night was overwhelming sorrow for the young cats. However, one thing that no cat truly noticed, was the lock of fur that didn't belong to any apprentice, soft and ginger, scented with soft moss and a mother's milk. Jealousy can be ugly, it turns out. * * * Roleplay Sample: Only for your first character How did you find this site?:

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[Jay]

Accepted!
Yay, another Nightclan cat. : D
It might get a bit confusing since Stromcall has the same prefix as Stormstar, but you don't have to change it if you don't want to.