Post by ¤~Stormtumble~¤ on Feb 8, 2016 0:37:01 GMT
¤Stormtumble¤
¤Welcome aboard stranger! Would you like to have a taste of a sweet storm?¤
¤Prefix&Suffix¤
[Stormy, Stormtumble]
- Storm - For the markings along his pelt.
- tumble - He tends to make a fool out of himself, causing him to trip over his words or over objects.
Sexuality
Heterosexual, sexual attraction to females.
Very flirty male.
Age
Currently 35 Moons.
Ages every Monday and born during Green-leaf.
¤You're a fine looking lass, do you like what you see?¤
Personality
Pros: +Can follow orders if given, Loyal to the clan, Bluntly Honest, Fearless, All-time Flirt, Proper of titles, speaking, Easily Flustered, Awkward, --
Medium: +/- Sassy, Humble, Trickster, Overall goofy.
Cons: -Anger can flare easily, Blunt, Stubborn, Will go out of orders if to save a life or many, --
Added notes: Even though he can tend to be a flirt, he'll come to help any cat in need. He attempts to make light of darker times, but could fail miserably by his bluntness and need for civil conflicts. Storm is always eager for a fight, wanting a chance to prove himself to keep high within the ranks of his clan.
Scars
Scars along his left cheek, with two crossing over his left eye. left flank has larger gaps that fur cannot grow along anymore, a jagged scar on his right shoulder, another curving down into his front pillar, lastly, his right back leg scarred beyond repair. Some days the permanent scars cause him to do a slight limp, but is too prideful to show his discomfort. Right eye taken out, with extra scars marking his muzzle.
Fresh Wounds
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Enjoyments
As he appears to be a burly, strict, mostly hard headed and rude, he has his soft spots for many wonders in the space around him. He was never a fan of caves, but his pride brings over his fears as he just goes head first into many messes he creates, or just messes in general. Nightly walks soothes his mind, overthinking conversations to bind into his mind only to remember small pick-ups from the cats he's had conversations. Simply talking is joyful, but mostly chats where he can pick on said cat. Though, he attempts to deny it, he does enjoy the notion of kits, but know he could never keep a mate without the kits hating him, as his past would ruin his experience either way. Though, in his free time, not flirting with females of course, he could be seen either watching the night sky, lounging about, or playing with kits.
¤Back Story¤
Kithood
The kit wondered in much gusto, tackling through the long strands of greenery as the camp bustled with great strides, loud chatter from the warriors passing the small grey kit. His wide eyes watched the older males speak with his father, whom towered over them all with his great, long legs. /Father looks so regal, perhaps I'll be just like him!/ Stormkit thought happily, sprouting from his hiding spot within the long grass strands, tumbling over to the great warrior. He pushed passed the other cats-not realizing that they were females- as he smacked his muzzle straight into his pillars. Looking up, he grinned at his father who gave him an annoyed flicker within the depths of his yellow gaze, only to straighten his posture as the females cooed. "He's such a dashing kit! You must be proud, Littleheart would have enjoyed his enthusiasm like her own." They would say, causing the mixture of wonder churn within Stormkit. "Father, whose Littleheart?" He'd ask, looking up at the warrior. Berryfur seemed to have a tight look in his features, only to murmur. "Your mother. She is dead, child."
Apprenticeship
Stormpaw couldn't believe what his father was doing, the model of a true warrior, one who obeyed the code, is now becoming a brute. After he had gained his apprentice name, Berryfur began ignoring his every word, whisper, only to slowly call him by his actual name. He became so engrossed with the females of the clan, leaving every night after patrol with a different one each time. Stormpaw didn't care for his father, as he would dangle him like a prize to be won with females in order to cooe over him, reminding him of his deceased mother and potential siblings. He learned at a later age of what exactly happened to his Mother: died of a broken heart. Three of her kits of her first litter, were born stillborn, as Stormpaw was the only one what was able to survive a night. They say she yowled throughout the night, holding onto the small bodies as Storm fed, barely noticing her only son. Soon after, Berryfur had spoken about having many lovers within the clan, betraying her while she was with kits, breaking her heart to pieces as the majority died. She had spoken of Stormpaw's name, before feeling her body shut down due to the lack of sleep, food, and water. Her last words were of her betrayal of Berryfur, and her loved son.
Early Warrior Memories
That rat. That rat. The words echoed through his mind as he was hauled away to the attacking clan, as Berryfur took the liberty of using Stormtumble as a exchange for him, for land. His influence with the clans were uncanny, as he would spout lies about peace and companionship if they were all brought together under one name. One of the seasoned warriors smacked their snout into his hip, creating a snarl to bubble in his throat as he snapped back, landing a bleeding wound on the warrior's nose. Spitting now, his fur frizzled up as his hooked claws dug into the earth, hearing the snap of the female leader: "Shut him up. I want to use that clever mouth of his in another way." Once he was dragged, beaten and clawed, the leader had her way with him, whispering sweet nothings as he was used like a tool. He was taken 'round the clan to each female who got their paws on him, only to kick them out of the camp once they were satisfied. Stormtumble finally dragged himself back to the camp he grew up with, the medicine cat going straight to work as they cursed under their breath from Berryfur's horrible ways of treating his only kit. As Berryfur caught the reappearance of his /son/, he demanded why he was sent back early, fearful of the peace offering was unused. "They used me alright, you monster!" Stormtumble spat, blood spraying from his jowls as the larger warrior towered over his frail, beaten body. "You do not speak to your father with such disrespect. You'll learn your place." He seethed, as if in a flash, his claws jaggedly went down his left eye, fur flying. In a flurry of claws, Stormtumble jumped upon his father, only to get knocked back. "Father-?"
All he saw was red.
¤You'd ought to listen to my smooth voice, correct?¤
Vocals: Cullen Rutherford [Dragon Age: Inquisition] The blonde awkward one, I promise.
Currently humming to the tune of: The Death of a Bachelor by Panic! At the Disco
Sites the tune of: I'll Make Love To You by SoMo Cover
In Love: Just the Way You Are - Bruno Mars
Once Sad: Nothing Yet.
Rooktumble<3:Bromance
¤It appears you'd like to know of my personal life, Hrm? Well, I guess I could let a pretty thing like you in.¤
The Spawn of: Littleheart x Berryfur
Deceased Siblings: Flowerkit(fall)[Sister], Doekit(fluff)[Sister], Wildkit(lake)[Brother]
Former Mentor: Bluelight
Former / Currently Mentoring: None at the moment
Small Children: Poppykit, Boulderkit, and Fawnkit
Beliefs: StarClan, The Dark Forest
¤I was always told that having friends among others is a good thing, but you cannot get attached unless you're ready to tare them to shreds. Keep your clan mates close.¤
Relations
¤ Dislikes || ¤¤ Loathes || ¤¤¤ Uncanny Demise
¤ Alright With || ¤¤ In Question || ¤¤¤ Attempts to Move Away From
¤ Regret || ¤¤ Deeply Saddened || ¤¤¤ Mournful
¤ Eyes Drift After || ¤¤ Affectionate || ¤¤¤ Soft Spot For || ¤¤¤¤ Enjoys the Company of
¤ Crush || ¤¤ Cannot Stop Thinking About || ¤¤¤ Love || ¤¤¤¤ Friend || ¤¤¤¤¤ Best Friend
¤ Respects || ¤¤ Trusts || ¤¤¤ Loyal To
¤ Family || ¤ Dead || ♥ Mate
¤ GladeClan ¤
"Strapping friends in this clan, I must meet them all!"
¤¤¤¤|¤¤¤|♥|¤¤ - Rosestar - "My love I- I wish I should've done something. Perhaps stayed at camp to keep our kits alive and well- Fawnkit would've been here still.. I- Please forgive me."
¤|¤¤¤|¤|¤¤¤ - Fawnkit - "My little darling- you had so much of your life to be given.. To grow with your siblings, to become whatever you had wished to be. I'll see you in StarClan my bright star.."
¤|¤¤¤|¤¤ - Poppykit - "My little flower.. I couldn't bring your sister home to you and Boulderkit- please forgive me.."
¤|¤¤¤|¤¤ - Boulderkit - "I'm sorry my little son. I won't be bringing your sister alive home... She wasn't suppose to die- my little warrior- protect your sister Poppykit. I failed you as a father."
¤¤¤¤|¤ - Wishsoul - "You've helped bring Rosestar home. I don't know what to think- but I'm glad Bubblepaw didn't loose his mother and you, you mean so much to all of us, friend."
¤|¤¤|¤¤¤¤¤ - Ravencry - "Thank you for staying by me during that dark time. I- I think I would've collapsed under all that stress if you didn't calm me, or even stood by me after Fawnkit's passing."
¤¤|¤¤¤¤ - Emberfright - "I hope you made it out of the fire with those wounds. I hope you are well and back at camp."
¤¤¤¤|¤¤ - Crowsong - "Thank you for talking to me, and to listen to my angsty ramble on about the whole situation. Your story is almost as close to mine, though, perhaps I can hook you up with one of my buds, hm?"
¤¤|¤|¤¤¤ - Hawksight - "I will find you, wherever you decided to go. Abandoning your post as a bit deputy for what!? Revenge? Oh, I'll show you revenge."
¤|¤¤|¤¤¤¤ - Moonfrost - "You seemed like a polite she, though, I left you alone to nap. Hopefully we can continue our conversation later, yes?"
¤ CragClan ¤
"Seems like alright cats, wouldn't cross that leader though."
¤|¤¤¤|¤¤ - Shadestar [Shade] - "I hope StarClan didn't allow you a breath of calm after what you did to Fawnkit. Not just Rose's daughter, but OURS! You and your clan of /rogues/ may go get chased and bitten by dogs. You truly deserve each claw mark and comment."
¤|¤¤|¤ - Rookstar - "Quite the tall one! Though, I disliked how you attempted to pick a fight with my clan. I hope we do not meet face to face, or you'll have a few words to spew out at you."
¤|¤¤ - Minkchaser - "You have a lovely coat, I couldn't help but stare! I caught that dirty glare you threw at me at the gathering, but no matter, I'll swipe that into a grin in no time."
¤|¤|¤ - Brighteyes - "I'm truly sorry for the wounds I had given you on our boarder fight. Though, you were a remarkable fighter, I must say. I respect you, hopefully, we can put that behind us and try to become friends. Oh, and nice hit on my eye!"
¤ WarrenClan ¤
"Seems to me like any other clan, but not too shabby."
¤|¤¤ - Dewstar - "I'm sorry about your kits, Dewstar. I know what it's like to loose a kit.. I've gained new respect for what you did back at CragClan camp."
¤ Other ¤
"Family mostly, and my own thoughts."
¤|¤¤¤|¤|¤ - Littleheart - "Oh gods, mother. If you have been strong enough to see me, to help me. I wouldn't have been this mess of a tom. Father used me to his own desires, but you were already gone. Broken without my unknown siblings, and Father's betrayal. I still mourn over what we should've had."
¤¤|¤¤¤|¤|¤ - Berryfur- "I hope any kind of damnation The Dark Forest has brung upon you brought you to your weakest point. You used me, as a play thing, just to get what you wanted: a reputation as a deputy. Tossed me to the neighboring clans just to be used in anyway, shape, or form. To teach me to use my body as if I was a kittypet to them. When I'd finally limp back to the den, you wouldn't heal my scars. You'd just laugh in my face, say something about how Mother would think of me, then dump me off the side of the forest for the foxes. I'll never forgive you, /Father/."
its ember! ;3;