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STORMTAIL
stormtail's life has been a whirlwind since the night he was born. it was
a downpour. flashes of lightning lit up the nursery as littlefish yowled in
pain--only to be silenced by the roaring of violent waves crashing against
the shore. two silver bundles of fur were the product of the night's event.
one cold and still, the other mewling and writhing around. "this one is a
fighter, littlefish," darkfoot rasped. "he is deserving of a strong name." &
a fighter he was. stormtail spent most of his days racing after his father,
darkfoot. he trained to become a fearsome warrior, and the tom's pure
strength helped a good bit. though he is young, stormtail could pass off
as a senior warrior, with broad shoulders, strong back legs, & a wise sort
of light in his eyes. stormtail had never been one to talk much, but don't
let his silence fool you. if he knows something is wrong or right, he will
speak his mind. after the loss of his mother, stormtail slipped into an
odd state of depression. he continued to train as normal and serve his
Clan, but his tone grew a little sharper. his thoughts a little darker. and
his bite much harder.
stormtail - 15 moons - warrior - tom