Morningstorm - Rainclan - Warrior Nov 22, 2017 19:32:48 GMT -5
Post by neversky on Nov 22, 2017 19:32:48 GMT -5
Age: 33 moons
Description Summary: a longhaired tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes
Description:Even from a distance Morningstorm looks fluffy, like a round, black dot on the horizon. The closer you get to her the more you can see flecks of orange and brown intertwined with the darkness of her fur, like the sun’s first rays on the bottoms of clouds. The brown never seems to stay in the same place, depending on how Morningstorm decides to groom herself on that particular day the brown could show up more on her back or her tail, but it most commonly sits on her chest and face like freckles. She is an average height compared to other Rainclan cats and beneath her coat is a lithe and gentle figure. She would prefer not to train, or hunt, so her muscles aren’t as developed as they could be but they are hidden underneath all that fluff so she appears more threatening than she actually is, save for her burning amber eyes. Morningstorm always looks like she has a scowl on her face. If looks could kill there would be no one left in Rainclan, her stink-eye makes skunk eyes water.
Personality:aloof - snide - self-absorbed - lazy - lonely - sarcastic - witty - cowardly
Beautiful from a distance but dangerous up close, Morningstorm sets herself apart from all other Rainclan cats by being so aggravating to be around. She doesn’t talk much but when she does it is something scalding about someone else, or some negative talk about, well, anything. Nothing is good enough for Morningstorm and she isn’t afraid to remind people that they live in a nasty, muddy, humid area and she hates it. To those who can stomach her pessimism they can actually see the humor underneath it. Morningstorm has never known anything but clan life, she complains for the sake of complaining and won’t change her opinion for anyone. She is rather bull-headed when it comes to making decisions as well, and if her decision isn’t followed she will walk off and do it herself, provided no hard work is required. She isn’t afraid to take things into her own hands when she is confident about something, some say her confidence is the only redeeming thing about her.
If there is danger in the area Morningstorm will be gone before anyone knows it. She doesn’t fight, she prefers to stay in camp or fish in the river and listen to the senior warriors talk in their dens. For how unfortunate it is to speak to her, there are a few cats in Rainclan who are convinced she is lovable, like a cactus. Large, sharp thorns protecting a soft stalk beneath.
History:Morningstorm was raised by her grandparents, her actual parents weren’t together anymore, her father was rumored to have been killed by a fox while on patrol and her mother passed away from Greencough a few moons after she was born. Morningstorm living through the epidemic was reason enough for her grandparents to think she was lucky somehow, many strong warriors died during the sickness and for a kit to survive must have meant something.
Her grandparents didn’t get along, which made Morningstorm’s childhood more awkward than fun, usually grandparents were the ones who raise a child in a fun and caring way but they fought, mostly. All their yelling made the kit wander off in search of something to distract her, playing with other kits and apprentices was what she liked to do most, but a lot of the time they considered her too bossy and whiny, when she would get pinned down she would growl like it hurt and they would say she was being “a real baby” and leave her sitting on her own. To either get picked on or listen to yelling weren’t the best choices for Morningstorm to have to choose from so she would often go to the river and watch for fish, practicing fishing in the calm quiet forest.
As she aged and became an apprentice she was glad to have someone who was forced to spend time with her and wouldn’t argue about it. She wasn’t a very skilled warrior, she didn’t like to work hard and she didn’t like to get dirty. She excelled in hunting but would often speak out loud and accidentally scare prey away, to the annoyance of her mentor. The more Morningstorm trained the more she learned, but didn’t practice. She could mark territories and hunt to an adequate standard but when she fought she complained and yelled as if she were being tortured.
Her mentor taught her all they could, and she didn’t absorb much but her mentor figured they had nothing else to teach her, it was suggested they give her a warrior name and let her do her own thing since training was no longer an option. She was given -storm for her erratic and unpredictable behavior, and her grandfather died shortly after she was made a warrior. She cares for her grandmother sometimes but the older her grandmother gets the less she wants Morningstorm around, it seems.