▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅Ｉ ｃａｎ＇ｔ ｈｅｌｐ ｉｔ;
▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▃▃▃▅_ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ▅_▃▃▃▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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➤ Age;
➤ Gender;
➤ Future Rank;
➤ Siblings;
➤ Fur color;
➤ Eye color;
➤ Appearance;
↠ Tall
↠ Broad shoulders
↠ Muscular
➤ Crush;
➤ Mate;
➤ Kits;
Storm's life has been a bit rough so far. It started out okay enough; his mother, Misty, had a one-night thing with a tom in passing and ended up getting pregnant. She was fine with it; she was a tough she-cat and had practically raised her siblings herself, so she knew all about being a mother. Her pregnancy went normally and smoothly and she gave birth to three kits no problem. There were two she-cats and one tom, all grey tabbies. She named them Rain, Cloud, and Storm, as she was fascinated with weather and how it worked.
The first few moons of Storm's life were perfect. He would play-fight with his sisters, climb trees with them, play mossball with his mother... all he knew was fun, really. Misty was an accomplished hunter and managed to catch plenty enough to feed the four of them. Actually, she had begun to give them lessons in both hunting and fighting; Rain and Cloud excelled at both while Storm fell behind, struggling. He was a scrawny thing then, only just starting to bulk up.
The real problems started when they were ten moons old. Misty had taught them all she knew, as she'd started teaching them well before six moons as was her own mother's custom. Cloud and Rain's growths had slowed down a bit while Storm's had sped up, taking him out of his awkward scrawny stage. He was still an average to his sisters' excellence, though... that was, until the night their nest was attacked by a fox.
Storm usually slept in the back of the nest because he was usually the first to go to sleep and the last to wake up. This time, however, he awakened to Cloud's terrible screams. He shot to his feet and raced out of the den to find Misty and Rain attacking the horrible beast together. Every muscle in his body froze in that moment. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, and couldn't bring himself to look for Cloud for fear of the worst. The fox was simply toying with Misty and Rain.
Something inside of Storm clicked in that moment. He launched himself across the space between him and the fox and went in claws and teeth first. The large creature was taken by surprise and they had a momentary reprieve from its relentless attacks, but only for a moment; then, it overtook them with a vengeance and went straight for Storm's throat... but then Misty was there, taking the full force of the attack in her side and getting thrown against a tree. Finally, Storm managed to blind the fox in one eye and Rain sent it running with a final scratch in its neck.
Both Cloud and Misty died in the attack, leaving Storm and Rain. Rain didn't eat for days and kept in the nest for moons. However, while the attacked had unraveled Rain, it had awakened something inside of Storm; a need to get better, to hone his skills. Since then, he has fought countless cats that have come near his nest and has defeated all of them... and they don't come back. He has no clue that he derived from LeafClan.
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Storm is a quiet cat. He prefers to keep to himself and will leave you alone as long as you leave him alone. This being said, he's not the greatest when it comes to conversation; it has been far, far too long since he's carried on a decent chat. Actually, he tends to come across as rather insensitive, gruff, and possibly mean depending on his mood. However, once you break past his toughened exterior, he's actually quite a loyal cat, and even beneath that Storm is a sweet romantic who just wants somebody to be there for him.
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"What will we do when we get old?
Will we walk down the same road?
Will you be there by my side?
Standing strong as the waves roll over
When the nights are long
Longing for you to come home
All around the wind blows
We would only hold on to let go"
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➤ Future name;
➤ Age;
➤ Gender;
➤ Future Rank;
➤ Siblings;
➤ Fur color;
➤ Eye color;
➤ Appearance;
↠ Petite
↠ long tail
↠ Slender body
➤ Crush;
➤ Mate;
➤ Kits;
Snow has a bit of a complicated life. She was born to a small she-cat on the outer fringes of the old LeafClan territory with four siblings and a father that would check in occasionally. Her life was looking up; she had a good, strong family. However, this all changed when their nest was raided one day. Snow's father was out again.
The cat that raided their nest was an older she-cat named Mint; she was looking for something specific, and that something specific- for whatever reason -was Snow. Mint overpowered her mother and took her away, running long and far back to where she'd come from. There, they met up with another she-cat that Mint had arranged to be Snow's foster mother. Snow had been too young to remember her family, but Mint never kept anything from her. In fact, Mint told her everything. She was a bit... no, she was totally crazy, but she was the closest thing Snow ever had to a mother. Mint told Snow grand stories about how she was chosen by some StarClan to be raised into a medicine cat. Usually, those stories were followed by a strict routine of Snow painstakingly trying to memorize great piles of herbs, their uses, and where to find them. By the time she was eight moons old, Snow knew just about every plant in the forest and how to use it.
However, none of this knowledge was of any use to Snow when Mint got attacked by a fox one day. It was only interested in killing her; it left her just barely alive, beyond the point of saving. Snow remembers everything from that day so vividly; packing the deep gouges with cobwebs that would never stop the bleeding, screaming for Mint to hold on, and most of all, trying to give her poppyseeds.
"No," Mint whispered. "I want to be lucid."
"You'll be lucid after I save you!" Snow shouted back, but Mint only smiled a little bit.
"You'll be fantastic one day, Snow." They locked eyes for a moment... and then Mint was gone.
Snow didn't do anything but grieve for the next few days. She wasn't ready to be alone! If StarClan existed, why would they take Mint away from her? She still had so much left to learn.
That was the first night she ever got a message from StarClan. It was so simple, so little: We're here. It was Mint's voice, using the special tone she adopted when she spoke of her ancestors in the stars. Snow wasn't part of the bloodline, but Mint had always said that they'd adopted her as one of their own. That night was the first time Snow had started to believe it.
Snow started living again after that. She went through her lists of herbs every day, keeping stockpiles stuffed in her new smaller nest. She had no idea when she would use half of the stuff, but some part of her felt that it was all important. Her life hasn't changed too much since then.
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Snow is probably one of the most caring rogues that ever lived; if a cat were in trouble she'd help them without a second thought... which is why she's so good for her future clan life. Then, after she helped them, she'd stay with them to make sure they got better. That's one thing about Snow that usually surprises cats: for as kind and willing to help as she is, Snow is very stubborn and persistent about helping them. She wouldn't just roll over and take no for an answer if she could do something to help them out. However, she's not outspoken in any other aspect; in fact, she's the opposite. Snowcloud is generally quiet, calm, gentle, and observant; she says little and sees a lot. She's actually pretty shy- especially with her limited interaction with others -and she finds it very hard to bring herself to fully trust someone. Once you've broken through her barriers and earned Snowcloud's trust, however, she's purely loyal. Snowcloud is also quite sensitive, though, so if you break her loyalty it's nearly impossible to win it back.
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name; Brook
future name; Brookpaw(heart)
age; nine moons
gender; she-cat
future rank; apprentice
living kin; None
fur color; tortoiseshell/white bib
fur length/texture; medium, soft
eye color; soft forest green
physique; small, slender, fast
specialty; none
crush; to be added
main trait; bubbly
positive traits; good sense of
humor, charismatic, friendly, open
neutral traits; curious, observant,
forthright, idealistic, innocent
negative traits; clingy, sensitive,
trusts too easily, dramatic, dependent
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history; Brook hasn't managed to work up too much of a history in her first nine moons of life.
She was born in a litter of two to a couple named Berry and Maple. Her sister, Fawn, was born
with some sort of sickness that nobody knew how to treat. They searched long and far for
somebody- anybody -that could diagnose and cure Fawn, but the only cats experienced in
medicine that they came across didn't have a clue either. Then, one day, they came across a cat
named Snow. Snow diagnosed what Fawn had as greencough, which was a fatal disease. Snow
offered to try her best, but she also stressed that the odds weren't good for Fawn. Despite Snow
treating Fawn with catmint, the kit died within seven sunrises and left Brook to be an only kit.
The grief of losing Fawn tore Maple and Berry apart, and Berry walked out when Brook was three
moons old and never came back. Maple felt like her life was circling the drain, but she did her
best to hold on for Brook and teach her what little about hunting she knew.
However, what Brook knows now is mostly self-taught, as Maple passed away from
unknown causes when Brook was just five moons old. She has survived to this point mostly by
befriending other cats and getting little tips from them before she moves on to fend for herself,
but she longs for some sort of solidarity in her life and to settle down.
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personality; Brook makes it very easy for you to get to know her. She's charismatic, bright, and
bubbly, unafraid of approaching cats and talking to them. She has a terrific sense of humor
and will charm some of the grumpiest cats around. Well, either that or annoy them; it really
depends on the cat. Like most young cats, Brook is curious, idealistic, and has a sort of
innocence about her that makes it hard to imagine she's gone through the things she has.
She is far smarter than you initially think, though, and is very alert and observant
of her surroundings. Many cats have assumed that they can take advantage of her and many
have been caught. She is lonely and sort of desperate for some kind of stability, so when she
meets someone who'll talk to her she'll trust them way too easily despite her better
judgement and become sort of clingy. She's sensitive, so she'll get a little dramatic
when she's turned down, but that may be because she has become dependent on cats who'll
talk to her and offer her some food. Life alone just isn't working out for her.
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