Stormsong - warrior - she-cat

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Name: Stormsong
Family: Fleetfoot, brother; Cherryblossom, sister; Morningdew, mother; Raventail, father
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ShadowClan
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 30
Eye Color: a rich ocean blue-green
Fur Color: dark and light brown with black tabby stripes
Other Appearances:

Stormsong is a lithe cat with a long but powerful build, lending her both speed as well as strength. Her muzzle and chest have a touch of white fur that accent her pink nose. A scar cuts parallel to her nose on her right side, coming quite close to her eye, but it is mostly hidden now under her fur from a battle long ago.

Personality:

Stormsong has a fierce personality. She is stubborn, and always aims to win an argument. Even though she cares about everyone, she always goes for the logical course of action despite her emotions.

However, she normally has a cheery disposition, and she loves to have fun and talk with other cats. She is mature about everything, and hates being around cats who are not. Her patience is pretty high, though sarcasm will start to sink in when she gets annoyed. Surprisingly, it takes a lot to get her infuriated.

When she gets mad, though, her sarcasm is the first thing to appear before she starts to get into a rage. She's gotten very good about controlling her anger, but should it come up, you do not want to be the target. Tail lashing, eyes blazing, she will present the cold facts, then put in her own fiery emotions into the mix to make you sorry you ever mentioned whatever it was that got her worked up this badly.

History:

Stormsong was born during a harsh summer storm, hence giving her her name. She was the strongest of the litter, and always looked after her brother and sister. Their kithood passed by eventlessly, though Fleetkit started to drift apart from his two sisters, and started to get into trouble. He was held back, shamefully, as his two littermates moved past him at their sixth moon.

Stormpaw started to get worried about her brother, and Cherrypaw even more. Sick with worry, Cherrypaw talked to Fleetkit, trying to talk some sense into him. He seemed to just be unwilling to do anything, to move ahead.

When Fleetkit turned seven moons, he was told he could become an apprentice given he did not act up any more. He accepted. However, he went off after a fox, determined to show everyone that the one moon sentence had not weakened him. Cherrypaw found out, and followed him into the woods, trying to get him to change his mind. They found the fox, and were attacked not far from camp. The yowls brought most of the Clan out, and they were able to fend off the fox before it did any damage... except to Cherrypaw. She was mortally wounded, and almost didn't make it through. However, she was blinded in her right eye, and it would take a lot to make her a warrior again. This event brought Fleetpaw and Stormpaw together, and they pulled Cherrypaw through the frightening first moons and worked hard at their own duties as well. By the time Fleetpaw and Stormpaw were made warriors, Cherrypaw was familiar with the new world set before her and was only a few moons behind in her warrior training.

The only good thing about Cherryblossom's injury is that it brought together Fleetfoot and Stormsong, and for the rest of their warrior lives they will fight side by side, each conscience of what they had achieved together helping their sister.

RP Example:

(not my longest or best post, rather my most recent (written 2 days ago), but it should give you a clearer indicator of my abilities right now since my muse is kind of... bleh.)

A steady gurgling sound was the first thing Thunderheart heard when she awoke. A bird chirped an alarm nearby, probably the same bird that had jerked her from the land of sleep back to EmberClan's territory. Her eyes jerked open, level with the rushing water within a cat length of her nose. Swearing, she stretched her limbs. I should be put in with the elders for dozing off like that! she thought angrily to herself, infuriated that she had allowed herself to doze off. Taking a deep breath, she looked around her. She was right by the stream, the trees nearby swaying in a light but snappy breeze. The sun dappled across the ground, casting her in and out of shadows as she slowly fought the mental blanket of sleep. Her fur ruffled, and she shivered as the cold air rushed around her, enfolding her sleep-warmed body.

Thunderheart had somehow dozed off while looking for herbs near the stream, and this put her in an extremely irritated mood. Not that she was angry with anyone but herself, mind, but in an angry mood nonetheless. Looking around her, she saw that a neat pile of herbs was near her left paw, but that some of them had scattered from the breeze. Heaving herself up, she grabbed the bundle in her mouth and started to collect the loose herbs that she could see shifting faintly on the green-brown grass. The wind shifted direction, sending the herb she was about to snag with her teeth flying. Growling in irritation, she leaped after it, trying not to let the herbs in her mouth go as well. She snagged it with her claws, and with a triumphant glint in her eye, added it to her stash. After doing that though, she caught a wiff of something on the breeze that she had not been able to register before with the herbs in her mouth.

Thunderheart flicked her ears, worried. What's that smell? she thought to herself, completely immersed. It smells almost like... fox? alarm shot through her nerves, lighting her eyes with panic. She had rarely been in battle before, and never with a fox, especially by herself! Her best bet was to find a patrol nearby and warn them. There was a strength in numbers that could not be denied. She sniffed the air again, searching for a sign that there was an EmberClan patrol nearby. If not, she'd have to make a dash for camp. Aha! she could smell Darkstar and a few other cats near, but it was in the same direction the fox was. Oh, well,[ she thought, and started to trot slowly towards them, giving a warning yowl that would at least distract the fox and let them get the upper hand. Her herbs lay forgotten by the stream.

"MEERROW!" Thunderheart leaped into action as she burst into the woods. The party of cats was right there: Darkstar, Scarheart and Hollowclaw as well. With a running start she jumped onto the fox's back, not even pausing to think about what she was doing. She sank her teeth into its scruff, holding on with only her claws. Clamping down for only a few seconds, she tore away, using her hind legs to project herself away from the vicious creature. Landing near Scarheart, she hissed and bared her teeth at the fox, her heart beating faster than normal. Her tail lashed out behind her, her claws were flexing menacingly, every fiber of her being preparing to land another blow should the fox try to attack.

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Not my best work... xP also i'd like to have someone play fleetfoot if anyone is interested - i will make a thread about it when stormy is accepted ;)

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Accepted! And Ember, you and your roleplaying...-murmur- xD Freakishly long posts would sum it all up! ^^