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Who Are You? →
Who I am? Well I believe the first place I should start is my name. I am Stormnose of Fallclan. It was only 25 moons ago that I was brought into this world by my parents Thorn of the White Rose and Owlstripe. If you have not noticed I am a she-cat in every sense of the word. It greatly insults me if you didn't think I was. Of course my role to play in the camp is that of a warrior though I am quite proud of such a role.
Who do you know? →
My love life is quite easy so I will start with that. I have none. No tom has yet to catch my eye and I believe I have yet to catch someone else's so that means no crush or mate. I believe kits are adorable and I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have kits of my own but what she-cat doesn't? That being said I don't have any kits yet. If you wish to know the whereabouts of my family I suggest looking someplace else because they are actually quite far from where Fallclan makes its camp. I have no siblings or living family members here with me. My parents are long gone and my one sibling dead. My alliance is of course to my clan and to whomever I wish it to be. My enemies are of course anyone who chooses to mess with me or my clan.
What do you look like? →
I am light brown in color though my fur is tabby colored with darker brown stripes running down my sides. Not only that, however, I have a white muzzle, paws, and underbelly. The tip of my tail also shares this color. My eyes are the color of grass at the peak of health in summer, bright green and a sharp contrast to my dark pelt. I have a notch in my left ear as well from a run in with a badger I would rather not mention.
More in-depth →
"Well I'm obviously just a great big ball of positive energy aren't I?" The sarcasm that seemed to roll off of the she-cats tongue was quite evident in her slightly annoyed tone. The more uncomfortable she is the more likely she will be to use it so as to not answer the question so it is best to just leave her be for now.
Now why would you like to know of her personality from her when she'll just sugarcoat it? Now heres what you should know about Stormnose. She hardly kids. The closest you will ever get to a joke from her is sarcasm or a snide comment. She tends to look at things from a realistic point of view and can tell when things are going good or bad and knows when to stop. Of course this tends to skip her mind when she gets worked up on something. Her temper is also something that may flare up every once in a while.
Through all her bad traits there are some good ones. She isn't the nicest cat to be around when you meet her at first but in all honesty shes there when it matters. If you are one of the lucky(or should I say unlucky) few to get close to her then she will be loyal to you. Its not always easy to get there but her heart isn't made of stone and others have gotten through the thick barrier she puts around herself. She is a great listener and can give advice when needed though some of this advice might not always be good. She will put her faith in the ones she trusts and only wants that same faith from them. She loves mornings and getting up early. Probably her favorite thing to do is to climb a tree and watch the sun rise though she will probably try to avoid getting seen. She actually wont mind sharing a kill but don't expect her to do much talking. She'd much rather leave that to the cat she shares her prey with.
So you wish to know my history? I won't deny you this of course, but as they say "Curiosity killed the cat". As you can see by my mothers name I am only half a clan cat. It had started many moons ago with my mother, Thorn of the White Rose. She was originally born to the tribe of Crumbling Rock and had been a prey-hunter for the tribe. Though she was content to live with her tribe she was always an adventurous cat and dreamed of going past the mountain lands she lived in and running wild and alone. She knew the dangers however and decided to stay.
One bright day in the middle of new-leaf when the rains had stopped pouring for once, she was out hunting for her clan. This was when she stumbled upon my father, injured and separated from his hunting party and a long way from home. He had been hidden in an old badger hole and just barely alive. My mother, feeling sorry for the tom, had brought food to him every day and took care of the wounds on his side. She found herself falling in love with the cat in the tree stump and he found himself falling for the charming young she-cat who took the time out of her day to help him. They often spoke to each other, sharing prey and lying side by side on the ground.
My mother wasn't surprised when my father had decided to try to return clan again. She saw the yearning in his eyes when he spoke of his clan and knew what she had to do. Though they only knew each other for a short time she wished to follow him and join the clan he spoke so highly of. The clan was glad to have Owlstripe join them again and with my mother in tow. They welcomed her with open paws, always happy to have another cat.
Several moons later I was born. The first thing I felt was the warmth of my mothers tongue as she groomed me for the first time. I nestled into her, content and warm but blackness was all I saw. Another small writhing thing was next to me, desperately trying to get milk like I was. I remember being quite annoyed at my brothers wiggling and even kicked him. Ah yes my brother Frostmask. He was on the cusp of being a warrior, still only an apprentice when he died. He died from greencough sadly and I dearly miss him.
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