Loudstorm [ThunderClan]
Feb 19, 2009 21:10:02 GMT -6
Post by Moony on Feb 19, 2009 21:10:02 GMT -6
Loudstorm
Age: 42 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ThunderClan
Short Description: Black tom with gray eyes.
Appearance: Loudstorm is a black cat. Actually, if it wasn't for the fact that his mother had some white he probably would have been full black like his father. The color of this warrior's fur is black, only disturbed by white on his chin and chest. The hair is short, and even with his winter coat it isn't much protection against leaf-bare weather.
His eyes are a pale, pale blue. Sometimes thought to be blind, Loudstorm's eyes could be considered gray! The tom's features are hard set, strong and weary with battle. His snout is short, pointed but rounded also. His ears have tufts of fur at the top and his nose is completely black. The whiskers owned by this tom are pure white, thus they stick out among the black fur covering the ThunderClan tom.
With a fairly large build, Loudstorm is among some of the biggest cats in the clan. Although he could never be compared to the size of his former apprentice, Sabertooth. His claws are long, sharp and white as are the fangs the tom owns. Loudstorm was made for battle.
Personality: Where oh where to start with this tom. Loudstorm is the most thick-headed, prideful tom one could meet. Though he knows when to give up, Loudstorm hates to be defeated or proved wrong.
That does not mean he shows it all the time. Loudstorm, though thick-headed, has a lot of knowledge stored up in that big head. He can actually give out some great advice, if he meant to or not. Still, this tom has a short temper, especially with his son, Silentkit. Though he was once a loner and kitty-pet, Loudstorm has been accepted into his clan.
Loudstorm has a problem though. And that problem would be keeping the conversation off of himself. Like stated before, this tom is thick-headed and full of pride. It only takes one word to remind him of some 'great deed' he has done to go spiraling off in a whole other direction.
Some say that this tom has no problem in the world. It seems that way, but it is untrue. Loudstorm has many problems. He feels like he is the reason for his son's attitude, the tom feels like if he had been different maybe the two would be on better terms. He wishes to know more about his other family, his mother and sister and brother that lived with her. But due to different clans, and the fact that they never seem to be at the same gathering, Loudstorm hasn't been able to.
History: With powerful muscles the tom cat jumped with ease onto the warm red stones of Sunningrocks. His black pelt was striking against the bright red tone of the coveted sunning spot. His gray blue eyes rolled across the river before him. Across the way was RiverClan territory. Back in the Clans old home at the lake the tom would look out this way and see the rolling hills of WindClan. Now, however, many things had changed. The clans had traveled back the way their ancestors had come seasons ago. They left all they knew behind. Having survived the trip they had begun to adjust to their new home.
But there were always difficulties. Loudstorm could handle the new sounds of the forest, finding the best hunting spots, learning the places to avoid. That was like an adventure, and perhaps if that was all Loudstorm had to deal with he would enjoy life more. Unfortunately, life has a tendency to throw curve balls at innocent bystanders. And this one was the cruelest Loudstorm believed imaginable. They had made it to the new territory with no causalities. But only a moon later a rampaging badger tore through the territories. The unsuspecting ThunderClan patrol made up of Loudstorm’s mate, son, and his daughter’s best friend, was attacked. None survived.
It was as if some cat had ripped out the aging warrior’s heart and shoved it back in the wrong way. He was grateful to still have his daughter, Ravenpaw, and the kits from his second litter, but he no longer had the warmth of Iceblink at his side. He had lost them just five moons ago. Not long ago his kits from the second litter had been named apprentices and Ravenpaw, his daughter, had been made a warrior just last night. She was now Ravenstreak. Oh how she had wished her brother and mother could have been there. But Loudstorm knew that she also wished with all her heart Jaypaw had been there too. Loudstorm could recognize a fellow broken heart. Jaypaw had been more than a friend for her.
Loudstorm stretched and shook the cobwebs from his head. He didn’t need to think about the deaths anymore. He did not need to get into a depressive slump. His clan needed him. But it was so hard, so very heard. It was obvious Loudstorm was struggling with his loss still. It hurt deep inside. Iceblink had been the reason he had joined ThunderClan in the beginning. He had been a loner searching for the rest of his family. Making his home in an old, dilapidated twoleg nest, Loudstorm, called Storm back then, had coexisted with the ThunderClan cats for many moons. Moons before he had left his home at the twoleg barn by WindClan territory, leaving his father and sister and brother behind. After hearing of his father’s declining health, Loudstorm had gone to see him one last time. That was when it happened. After moons of avoiding any type of patrol, he finally ran into one. And that was when he met Iceblink.
They had instantly hit off, firing back and forth, Loudstorm being his loud, boastful self, hence his name ‘Loud’-Storm. Iceblink had shown him the ways of the clan, the territory, and their beliefs. He had never really accepted the idea of StarClan, but now, with the loss Iceblink and Silentpaw, he prayed that it was true, that they were up there watching over. That he would see his love again.
But for now he was on this earth, here to protect his Clan and the rest of his family. He wouldn’t want to let Iceblink down.
It’s time to get down to business.
