Wolfstorm
Age:
37 Moons
Gender
Tom
Rank:
Warrior
Crush:
None
Mate:
None
Kits:
None
Other Relations:
A sister, named Fernstep, that passed away a while back.
Physical Description:
Wolfstorm is a muscular tom of a decent size. His pelt is a mix of light and dark grays with a classic tabby pattern.
This tom has dark pink pads and forest green eyes. On his muzzle, Wolfstorm's fur turns into a light silver color that only gets lighter as he gets older.
Personality:
Wolfstorm is typically a rather quiet tom. He follows his orders and he protects his clan as any other warrior, but he does it with a little less friendly small talk. The warrior used to be much more sociable, but has seemed to shut down from forming relationships with other cats since he lost his sister. Other than that, though, Wolfstorm is dedicated and dependable and doesn't shy away from any task. The gray tom is a very good fighter, due to his strength and size, but his hunting skills are not as advanced. Despite usually being in the back ground due to him not being sociable, Wolfstorm is actually a rather kind male and can even be fun once he opens up to someone. He is also very patient and respectful, only ever getting a temper when it comes to his clan's safety.
History:
Wolfstorm wasn't born in Rippleclan. Originally, the gray tabby was born with the name Jude to a kittypet named Jazz, along with his sister, Penny Lane. His mother's owner hadn't expected the kittens, and didn't want to care for them so once Jazz had weaned them, the two-leg put the two kittens in a cardboard box and left them out in the middle of a field. Obviously, Jude and Penny were too young to survive on their own, but that doesn't mean that they didn't try. The two kittens managed to make it out of the box and found shelter under the roots of a tree. They were too young to hunt, and even if they were older, neither of them even knew what hunting was. So, the two siblings simply huddled together in their make-shift shelter, and waited. Nearly two days passed, and the kits were extremely weak and starving. They would have already died of dehydration if it hadn't happened to start raining that second day. Luckily, a lone feline, a she-cat by the name of Weasel, had ducked under the roots of the tree for shelter from the rain and stumbled upon the two kittens. Weasel, upon seeing the kittens, immediately turned around to flee from the den, afraid that she had stumbled upon another loner's nest. But, the she-cat paused for a second, realizing that the only reason she had ducked in here was because there was no recent smell of any other adult cats. So, she turned back to the kittens, assuming that they had been abandoned. The loner cuddled up with the kittens, keeping them warm until the rain had passed, and then went out and found them a small hare to eat. Once Jude and Penny had gotten food in their bellies, Weasel picked the female kitten up, as she had gotten a nasty cold from the rain, and had Jude follow behind. The loner had once been apart of Rippleclan, but had left for personal reasons. She knew that the clan's border's were close by, and that the clan would be able to care for the kittens much better than she ever could. So, with the gray tom trailing behind and Penny dangling from her jaws, Weasel made her way to Rippleclan. Once at the border, she dropped Penny and turned to Jude. "Listen, you and your sister must wait here, alright? You can't follow me. A group of cats will find you soon, don't be frightened, little one." She said, before turning and disappearing into the forest. Weasel was right, and within a few hours, a patrol of cats came by, found the two kits, and carried them back to their camp to see what should be done with them. Jude and Penny were then accepted into the clan, and each given the names Wolfkit and Fernkit. Lifes seemed to take a major turn for the better for the two kits, as they were given a new start in life. Soon, Wolfkit became a warrior apprentice, and Fernkit became the medicine cat apprentice, as the cold she had caught as a kit had caused lasting affects, making her short of breath and weaker than some of the other cats. The two soon earned their full names, Wolfpaw becoming Wolfstom, and Fernkit becoming Fernstep. On their 20th moon, however, it happened to be leaf bare, and it was the harshest that the clan had seen in years. It wasn't long before sickness spread throughout the clan, claiming a life here and their. Sadly, with her weak immune system, Fernstep was one of the first cats in the clan to contract the sickness. She was unable to recover from it and passed away soon after. Wolfstorm and his sister had been exceptionally close though, and losing her caused Wolfstorm to change. He still remained good natured, but he lost his willingness to be social or to enjoy life, really. He needs someone to put that spark back into him. 
Name:
Robinpaw (heart)
Age:
9 Moons
Gender:
She-cat
Rank:
Apprentice
Crush:
None
Mate:
None
Kits:
None
Other Relations:
Her Mother, Larktail, but she passed away while giving birth to a litter after Robinpaw. None of the kits survived either. She doesn't know who her father is.
Physical Description:
Robinpaw is a very pretty and unique little she-cat. She is very slender and flexible, and the average height for her age. Her pelt is a gorgeous mix of orange and lilac tabby patches over a white base. The proper name for her coat color is Dilute Caliby, being a mix of the tabby and Calico patterns. Robinpaw is long haired, and her fur is extremely soft and silky as she tries to groom it twice a day since it gets dirty so easily. In addition to the long hair, Robinpaw also has tufts of fur on the top of her ears. Her eyes aren't anything special, unlike her pelt, as they are just a normal amber color.
Personality:
Robinpaw isn't as excited about everything like your typical apprentice would be. Instead, she's very mature for her age and takes things in stride. She is one hundred percent dedicated to her warrior training, and to her clan. Robinpaw can be a bit grumpy at times, but is usually relatively friendly and kind. She can be very argumentative and stubborn, but will almost always be respectful to her elders and higher-ups. When others get on her nerves, she has a tendency to be a little snarky or sarcastic at times, but she doesn't always mean it. Sometimes she just needs someone that understands her and can remind her to take a deep breath and not let her temper get the best of her. When she isn't annoyed or ticked off, Robinpaw is sweet and caring, always trying to give a helping hand where it is needed. Some apprentices complain about the grunt work that is required, but Robinpaw doesn't mind it that much. One of her favorite tasks is helping out the elders, as she loves to listen to their stories and she tries to learn from them.
History:
Robinpaw was born in Rippleclan like most everyone else. She was born to a queen named Larktail, and she was the only kit. Robinpaw didn't know who her father was, and didn't really ever seem to care. She felt like if he didn't care enough to be in her life, why should she care who he is? Anyways, when Robinpaw became an apprentice, Larktail was pregnant with another litter of kits, the father again unknown, but she seemed very unhealthy this time around. And, not to anyone's surprise, had a lot of complications during her kitting. Sadly, all of the kits from that litter were stillborn, and Larktail passed away soon after. Robinpaw hadn't really been too close to her mother. Of course she loved her, but it didn't take Robinpaw long to mourn over Larktail, the young apprentice was mostly just content to know that her mother would be happy with Starclan.
