Post by silent on Jun 26, 2011 13:24:27 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] [style=width: 400px; height: 200px; background: #c49ca9 url(http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg285/Kyuubi12345/Stormstrike-1.png); border: solid #ffffff 4px;] [/style] [style=text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 6px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: #252525; background: #fafafa; opacity: 0.8;]but it's like you don't care no more for these moments we shared so true and dear [/style][style=text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 6px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; font-style: italic; color: #252525; background: #fafafa; opacity: 0.8;]just me and you and the peace of the quiet but now you seem faceless, oh when the lark last sung - - - - - - - - -[/style][style=color: #B0C4DE; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; font-family: arial black; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 400px; text-transform: uppercase;]►Stormstrike [/style] [style=overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #252525; line-height: 100%; background: #fafafa; opacity: 0.5; text-align: justify;] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM STORMSTRIKE of the great Frost Clan Age 30 moons Gender Tom Rank Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS GREY and my eyes are Yellow Scars Although his body is laced with scars of a long life and countless battles, his pelt is thick, and shields the marks from others. Most are smooth and undetectable, but if you rub against his side, you may just feel the raised, angry mark of the worst of them, an old wound that healed very wrong. Appearance Stormstrike is rumored to be the biggest cat out of all four clans, massive in bulk and muscle, with deadly sharp claws and teeth to match. As a Maine Coon cat, it's not surprising, for his parents were large as well, and his father was the biggest cat known, that is, until Stormstrike grew up, and dwarfed his father. His coat is long and sleek, as to most RiverClan cats, and a dark, stormy shade of grey almost all over his body, much like dark, black clouds threatening to pour rain. His paws are stark white, as is his neck and chest fur, and a patch on his belly. His ears are large, tall, and at the ends tufted like a lynx's, always pricked and alert to any sound. One of his most striking features however are his eyes. Like chips of lightning straight from a violent storm, they are bright, almost glowing yellow, chilling kits to their cores. Despite his appearance however, those eyes hold an unmistakable kindness, sometimes as well, a fierceness to strike fear into any cats heart. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M LOYAL AND AMBITIOUS Personality From a distance, Stormstrike looks like a brute, all brawns, no brains, that would kill your without a second thought. One look at those intelligent yellow eyes will change your mind- he'll thoughtfully kill you with a purposeful intent. However, to his clan, otherwise is known. Those eyes hold kindness, and a compassionate soul. He cares deeply for his clan, his loyalty to never be doubted. He enjoys the company of kits, and is known to, when not on patrol, or hunting, to sit near the nursery, and entertain the older kits that are always bustling around the camp throughout the day. Of course, however, he is a warrior, and he knows very well when it is time to play and enjoy his clan, or when it is time to be serious or fierce. A gentle giant with his own clan, the other clan's have good right to fear him. On a normal circumstance, he'll show diplomacy with the other clans, and try to sort things out without claws and teeth. He's not a particularly cold cat, but his loyalty keeps him short, sharp, and tidy with the other clans- but he feels interaction outside of gatherings and other important discussion's shouldn't happen. It leaves way for issues to rise, issues he'd rather not face. When it comes to battles, however, he's an entirely different cat. He has massive claws and teeth, and the size and weight to use them efficiently. He has no fear to take down an opponent in as few moves as possible, and, although he won't kill, he'll be certain that they'll never wish to fight with Frost Clan again. Preferences Likes: Kits: Despite how he seems, brute like, a strong tom, he has a secret love for kits. He find them interesting, so young and full of energy, and he knows they are the future of the clan. A dear jewel that must be raised correctly to understand that not everything is to be killed on sight, to understand diplomacy, and fairness. His own clan: Although he'll respect any cat that shows him the same , he doesn't hold any sort of feelings for the other Clan. If it is an issue outside of Frost Clan, StarClan watch over the other, but you cannot expect him to go, without being ordered to by his leader, to their aid. Dislikes: Rude cats: You can't say this cat disrespects anyone. He knows his place, and although he may firmly give is opinion, he himself with never show rudeness- however, when another cat forgets their place and tries to act high and mighty, it irks him, and he won't hesitate to put them back where they belong. He feels no one warrior, elder, kit, apprentice, or queen is so high as to not need to know where they are and who they are under. Kittypets: Again, although he will not disrespect them, he'd rather stay far away from kittypets- they are not warriors, they are not Clan cats, not even rogues or loners. They are housecats, weak, mewling creatures under the control of unpredictable twolegs. He would never choose the life of one, and can't understand why any cat would. Traitors: As a viciously loyal cat, a traitor, a dark hearted cat, he believes hardly deserves to exist, knowing that they'll only bring misery and anger wherever they are- although he himself will not end them, unless they truly threaten what he loves. Secret Ambitions Power is an ambition seen in almost any cat, and although he'll never be the first one to admit it, the thought of power thrills him- he wishes to gain strength, to be a leader, and to bring peace to his Clan through it, but he will settle for less, as long as he can forever enjoy the clan he holds so dear. Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths- Size: Stormstrike is a burly brute of a tom, that is undeniable. He stands larger than most others, both on pure, muscled girth, and in thick, heavy pelt that only makes him appear larger. His size is a strength, quite literally, for his strength. In a fight, he finds himself having little issue overpowering other cats, his weight keeping them down, if his strength wasn't enough. Brains: Where brawn isn't helpful anymore, Stormstrike has brains. He knows diplomacy, he knows how to think outside of a battle, to keep it from happening, to keep blood from being spilled- but at the same time, when locked in battle, he can throw together an intelligent strategy to outsmart his opponent. Weaknesses- Soft heart: Stormstrike is easily trusting- he'll try to see the good in any cat, be it rogue, loner, or rival Clan cat. He'll give anyone the benefit of the doubt, and although this is his sheer kindness showing, it is also a weakness, when his emotions get in the way, not allowing him to truly see how evil a cat is, because he doesn't wish to believe it's dark heart. In a fight, it also keeps him from delivering any intentionally fatal wounds. In a life or death struggle, yes, he can defend himself to the death, but he truly follows the warrior code, refusing to kill a cat without a good reason- even if said cat then turns around when spared, and inflicts him with horrible injuries. Speed: Being so burly, strong, and heavy-coated may be helpful in a close combat battle with another normal sized cat, at least, but when his opponent is a runt of a warrior, small and quick, he has no luck, truly. He can through his weight around and hope to get lucky, but should probably leave fights with other cats to well... other cats. His side dampens his speed considerably, although it doesn't worry him until some little rat cat is pitted against him. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE STONETOOTH AND RUSSETCLOUD Family Mother: Russetcloud - Deceased Father: Stonetooth - Deceased Brother: Firekit - Missing Event that Lead to being a Warrior When a rival clan was coming to attack for territory they believed to be rightfully theirs, he was the first one to notice, warn the Clan, and fought diligently to drive them off- then earning the name Stormstrike. History Stormkit was born to two notable FrostClan warriors, a strong warrior, Stonetooth, and his mate, Russetcloud. He was a healthy kit in a litter of three, but his sister died not long after birth. Firekit, resembling their mother, although runty compared to his brother, had a fighting spirit, so despite being as small as his sister, he stayed alive. One night, however, he simply disappeared. The camp was searched and the territory combed, but Firekit was gone. Stormkit then was forced to grow up without his brother, but he didn't mind, he was too young to truly experience the feelings of loss that would normally accompany a sibling's disappearance. He grew quickly into an eager kit, at four moons, swearing up and down that he was ready to be a apprentice- seeing as he was about the same size as one! By the time he neared six moons, a couple of the warriors had already requested to train him- they felt he was a brute they would be proud to turn into a warrior. As it turns out, when he received his apprentice name, Stormpaw, he also received a mentor in the form of Sharpstone, a senior warrior, respected by his clan. Stormpaw quickly proved he was a worthy apprentice for the seasoned warrior, working hard and growing quickly, not letting anything stand in his way. When he faced his first battle, it was against AspenClan. He felt on top of the world as he used every bit of knowledge he had absorbed from Sharpstone as he outwitted and overpowered his enemies. As the battle came to an end, Stormstrike felt on top of the world. With only a few, minor injuries and a victory under his belt, he thought nothing could stop him, just wait till Stonetooth and Russetcloud heard! Of course, not all battles end so simply- he was quick to find out the shocking truth, that Stonetooth had died in the battle. He was heartbroken. From that day, he vowed to do his best to avoid battles, being diplomatic and cool-headed, and to live to be the best warrior he could, for his father's sake. Soon after he received his warrior name, Stormstrike, Russetcloud passed away, as did Sharpstone. At that moment, Stormstrike had no family left, no true connections, but he refused to let it hold him back. He quickly gained the respect and love of his clan, and formed an undying loyalty to them, doing his best to be a simply amazing warrior, no matter what stands in his way. Sample RP Bright yellow eyes peered from the Warrior's den, intently watching everything. Blinking slowly, they scanned the FrostClan camp. It was an early Newleaf morning, and a thin layer of mist drifted from the dew-damp ground, like oh-so-many ghosts of the past back on earth. In the den, the massive grey and white tom rose to his feet, and squeezed out of the entrance, his thick fur holding in a feather that had been in his nest. He moved to the edge of the camp, settling down and picking it away, watching it flutter to the ground. Stormstrike was a large senior warrior, although he was the youngest in that prestigious group. Massive was only one way to describe him, for the big tom dwarfed all of the other FrostClan cats- as well as cats in the other clan's. Many believe that the large cat had to be half badger, or dog, and unable to swim- despite his love of the water, but his blood was pure, and FrostClan was his home. He tilted his grey head skyward, peering at the peculiar colour. At first glance, it was pale, early blue, but upon his closer inspection, he noted high, pale grey clouds, and by the scent of rain and humidity in the air, he figured that all too soon, dark clouds would begin a trek across the sky, and pour rain. A shudder pricked his spine. This year, there had only been mild flooding, despite the long leafbare, but he feared that the approaching storm would, at least, flood the already swollen river past it's banks. He twisted his head toward Wishingstar's den. It was possible he should alert the young she-cat of the risk, but he knew she was still asleep, at least for now, and there wasn't an immediate risk as of right now. Nearby, he nodded in greeting to another warrior, a she-cat, as she pushed her way from them den and acknowledged him, before making her way out of the camp, off on her normal morning hunt. She was one of the older cats in the Clan, but also one of the fiercest fighter's with a young heart. Finally, he pulled himself to his large white paws and shook himself off, hearing a forboding roll of thunder in the distance. He instantly began thinking of things that needed to be done beforehand. Fish normally hid away from the surface during the rain, as did land-prey, so hunting needed to be over with- thankfully, the other warrior had started that. In hopes that the River wouldn't severely flood, at that, most cat's just needed to be on alert for any cats falling into the already rushing water, which seemed to frequently happen. He chuckled to himself slightly. For cats that depended on the water so much, they constantly needed saving from it! You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me [/style][style=color: #B0C4DE; font-size: 18px; text-align: center; font-family: arial black; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 400px; text-transform: uppercase;]a life we can only wish [/style] [style=text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 6px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; color: #252525; opacity: 0.8;]BIO: Aaall done, a bit awkward since I can't tell which clans are... well, I don't know the expected personality for each Clan yet, so sorry if this seems off ;;, AWESOMENESS: Bad, far from my pest, 5, maybe., LYRICS: ONLY WISH template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 [/style] |