stormchaser || windclan || warrior

[stormy]

Name: stormchaser
Age: 21 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
Personality:

stormchaser is one of those cats that you want on your side. he is a strong fighter, with swift paws and a fast talking mouth. he could talk an enemy cat into attacking his own clan if he wanted to. very smart with his words, getting himself out of bad situations is definitely something he is good at.

when it comes to she-cats, he thinks he's a heart breaker, but ladies, admit it, he don't quite cut it. his words don't work as well with the girls then it does with tough situation. he likes to think he has the charm to whoo any she-cat into his arms, but he really doesn't. they just laugh at him. which, he usually laughs with them while secretly dying inside.

he is a very easy going cat, and loves a good laugh. in a tense situation within the camp, he will crack a joke to try and ease it. this works sometimes but other times he gets yelled at and it shuts him up for a while. but, it never lasts, because he doesn't take things seriously, he loves the easy-going life he has and thinks that you only live once so live it while you can.

though he has a long fuse, when you set him off, oh boy, you got a lot coming. he goes wild, he hisses, spits growls and swears all at the same time. now this doesn't happen often, even during battles, but say something mean about, his mate, his kin or his family and you are in for a verbal beating like none other. so, don't tick him off.

Description:

C L I CK M E

this jokesters body is covered in a sleek looking coat of browns and golds. as a compliment to his charming demeanour, pale eyes of gold string them in. along his cheeks, the fur is light brown flecked with gold with two dark brown stripes leading away from his nose, and on his forehead, tabby markings streak up from his eyes and down his back.

his legs are long and lean like the rest of his body and his paws are small but strong with long thick claws. the fur is light brown but it gets darker as it approaches his paws. his tial is long and it is porporionate to the length of his body. his shoulders are narrow which makes it easier for him to bolt over the moors and catch his rabbits.

Clan Page Description:

lithe white tom with pale yellow eyes

History:

this fine young tom was born in the dead of greenleaf. with two other brothers, he had some competition. these three toms were the life of the clan. they laughed, the joked, they fought and man did they get into trouble. stormchaser was the worst, sneaking into the elders den and annoying the elders. also, they had a habit of sneaking out of the camp and go play at the border and pretend to be invaders.

well, since the first five moons went by with them in trouble all the time and getting a grounding to the nursery and rather hard cuffs on the head. but this didn't stop these three pranksters, no they didn't stop at nothing, and they did everything together. well that is until something happened that would change everything. on one of their excursions out of camp, thistlekit decided it was a good idea to chase one of those big things that barked. well i won't go into detail but it was gruesome. despite stormkit and skykit's warning and pleas, thistlekit got to close, and that dog was fast.

terrified and sad, the two kits ran back to camp and burst in their crying and wailing. the leader was furious and their mother was horrified. they got into a lot of trouble but the fact that they lost their brother was something they had to live with for the rest of their life, and their mother figured that was a big enough punishment.

at the age of 6 moons, a moon after the loss of thislekit, they were made into apprentices and that was that. stormchaser learned to block the death of his brother out of his mind and he moved on with his apprentice duties. his mentor was an older cat, soft spoken not the greatest warrior but he taught stormchaser all he needed to know and he taugh him well. at the age of 15 moons, stormpaw became stormchaser. skypaw became skystreak, and the rest is history. stormchaser still sometimes remembers the horrifying death of his brother and he goes into a state of mourning, but he gets out of it relatively fast.

Rp Sample:

smiling one of his key smiles, stormchaser looked at the pretty black she-cat with a twinkle in his eyes. the sunlight reflected off her coat like rays off a mirror. his pale yellow eyes flitted over her body numerous times and the only thing that went through the jokesters mind was 'dear starclan you're goregoues', of course he would never say that out loud, because h failed with the ladies.

and that was what happened. as he went to open his mouth to compliment her, she laughed and walked away her tail flicking him on the nose and over her shoulder she called dream on stormchaser. face falling, he batted a peice of dirt and turned around and walked away head down and tail between his legs.

[lonetear]

accepted