Post by nighthunter on Nov 1, 2009 19:18:55 GMT -5
Scarstorm
[/size][/center]Gender:Tom
Age: 32 moons
Rank: Deputy
Appearance: He is a black tom cat with a small patch of white on his chest and belly, and scars all over his body from previous battles with other clans. His fur is the thickest around his shoulders and neck. There are three long scars parallel to each other above his right shoulder and similar scars on his right hip. He has several scars from various bite wounds around his neck and back. On his tail he is missing a patch of fur near it’s tip. His chest has a long semi-straight scar going across it, starting from his left side towards his paw and reaching up to about his chin. A toe is missing from his front left paw, so there is a small scar there as well. Across hi right eye is another scar that looks almost like a claw, because it has a close to perfect curve. Compared to his other more noticeable scars the one on his nose is quite small. It is just a barely noticeable gash that goes right across the top of his nose.
A bite was taken out of his right ear making it resemble a shredded leaf. It hangs loosely compared to his other ear, which has no damage done to it what so ever. Piercing amber eyes are his most scary feature, and chill most cats to the bone. If there were ever a cat born with the eyes of a killer it was Scarstorm.They are very focused and serious. His eyes are dark amber, and they also have a hint of yellow around his pupils. When he gets angry his eyes turn completely dark amber. He has long unusually black tipped claws and a long thick tail. He has a long thick pelt. He has a pinning stare when he is angry. He has a very long scar near his left eye. It runs from his chin to his ear.Scarstorm has a very defined muscle definition, and he has abnormally thick and strong bones, making him look very large. His voice like most leaders carries authority, but his can shake a cat into submission. When he purrs which is very rarely it is usually at the expense of a cat disgracing themselves. He has the spirit of a brave an unrelenting warrior, and it may never be broken.
Personality:Scarstorm is not the cat to ever upset. This is mainly because he has a fierce temper and once angered he rarely calms down quickly. As a kit he was actually very accepting of others, and he was always a sweet gentle cat. That all changed when he lost his family . He has a lot of pride, which is why he often has his clan show there power, and he doesn’t fear anything, except the loss of a member of the clan.Eventhough he lost his family , he still wishes to have kits of his own. He believes that even he should be allowed to have a chance at being a father. He has a deep and unshakeable belief in Starclan.He respects his clan mates, but will attack trespassers on sight. He can be reasonable and will not endanger his clan. Despite his tough and somewhat dark attitude he cares deeply for his clan, and he will willingly risk all his lives to keep them safe. He often tries to display his authority and is usually the first to speak during a discusion.He does have a soft spot for she cats and kits, but they usually avoid him because of his temper and the way he looks.Scarstorm will often be the one that starts fights ,and it does not take much to provoke him. His pride in himself and for his clan is his biggest flaw. He will fight to defend them even over petty insults. This is the reason for his many scars all over his body.As a result of that he has spent some tome in the medicine den.He is not a very social cat either,but when he does speak any cat would be foolish not to listen.
Likes:
He likes to fight for what he believes in
He likes she cats and kits more than other cats
Dislikes:
Does not like to show his soft side
Hates being proven wrong
Will not tolerate a non-Starclan believer
Does not like non clan cats
History: Optional. The day was late, and most patrols were by now returning to deposit there prey and either sleep or return to there duties. Scarstorm was not one of those cats. He was the type to hunt and work himself to near death everyday. He figured that someone had to do it,and it might as well be him , because he had nothing to lose as far as family went. Well that was not entirly true. He had always had his sister,Petalfall to turn to, but he never did,he was not the type of cat to ever admit weakness or pain of any kind. His parents had died and so had there other siblings from both battle and greencough. His heart had began to close after each lose and his inability to effect the situation in order to help them. He simply did not have the capasity in his heart to listen to his bodys warning signs when he was near fatigue or heavly injured. That was why he often out lasted most cats in battle. It was his calling,his way of life.That was how he would always remain until and after his death. Loyal to the end and over protective of the clan until and beyond his last breath. Even as a kit he was never sick,no he was too strong for that. In fact he actually used to smile until his mate and there unborn kits were killed by a roaming badger.Imagine that he could not,for he had not smiled in quite some time unless it was while laughing at a failure. He had gotten a great deal of scars from the tragedy while trying to save her. It too was a night like this very one. They were out talking near the camp against the trees sheilding themselves from the bitter cold winds of late leafbare. The moon was high,and there love had never neem stronger. They were told that three kits were coming in total. She was due for her kits that very night,and they were taking there last moments to spend time together before the kits came. They had dreamed of having kits,eventhough he wasn`t really the most ideal father. He loved her though,and that was all that had mattered to him at the time. Little did he know that it was going to be the last he would ever see her.The last he could ever drink in her scent. He would never see his kits, and his life was about to crumble in this one horrible and bloody night. The badger had probably awoken from hunger,and had wandered to close to the camp in search of food. Its ribcage could be clearly seen through his long fur.Even in its depleted state it was very dangerous and furiously attacking Scarstorm and his mate. He suffered the most during this battle then any since. The pain that he suffered can not be undone. He had tried so desperatly to try and protect her,to save her. In the end he was severly beaten and carved from tail to head in brutal gashes. A pool of blood was accumulating in the snow but even then he had held on and tried to stand and fight. Tears swelled in his mates eyes as she mouthed I love you right before she lead teh badger away from his broken body. Had he been able to scream for her to not leave or for help even,but sadly his jaw was broken. It had been mere minutes later when a patrol found him,and saved his life. Her body was never found,and the very next day he had searched relentlessly for her remains. During the whole event he had never shead a single tear ,the grief and agnger that was whelled up inside him was far to great. Then he had lost his parnets in one bloody battle against Rouges. He had been there and to this day he regretted his lack of knowledge. It had been his first battle as an apprentice,and they were losing badly. His sister had already run back to the camp for help,and it was his parents and himself holding off six of them. His father had been the first to go. A Rouge had tried to kill his mother and his father noble as ever had stepped in the way of the blow. He managed to shread the Rouges leg while the cats teeth were closing on his windpipe. When his father had fallen for the last time,his mother rose had fought like a member of Tigerclan itself. Sadly four of the Rouges cats ganged up on her while one huge tom had Scarpaw pinned. They clawed at her and watched her die. The one on Scarpaw bit into his ear,and shreaded it. The he realesed Scarpaw as the fresh patrol of cats overwhelmed there attackers. He stood watch over his parents bodies feeling pathetic. Since then he had never shead a tear or even ackknowledged pain as a feeling. He could probably lose a limb and not care. He felt it was his personal duty to protect and serve the clan no matter how bad he was. If he had gotten hurt,the medicine cat would have to knock him out of drug him to get him to settle down.
After seeing that he could not help but remember his pain from losing so much.He would try to protect everyone else so that no one would ever have to feel what he did. If only he had been half the cat he was now,perhaps it would have made a diffrence. Perhaps he could have saved her. Would he have been the same as he was now,probably not for he would be happy and have a family to worry about. Not that his sister wasnt enough to protect,but he had felt empty ever since. Why do I long to protect,when they all die? My sister and I have never really been there for eachother like most siblings but we care about eachother a bit,and she is still intact. Maybe it is just the only ones I fall in love with.Perhaps my destiny is to remain a dutiful and honorable solider that is constantly facing loss,but protects all but whom he loves because of his own faults.Am I doomed to wander my whole life as a type of tool,or will I too fall. Is it fun for those long gone to watch my pain,or is my lost family the only thing keeping me intact. Sometimes I wonder if I am mearly letting myself believe in these illusions so that I have something to fight for,or some reason for my loss. My hate compels me to live on and better myself,but my soul is dead or devoid of feeling. To wake me from my trance would be near impossible. To make a journey to the heavens and beyond seems so much easier. Heck he had even lost his first two apprentices.
Silverpaw had been training with him for the whole day,and she was whining about the how harsh life was for her. In reality her life was anything but harsh. He had agreed to train her when her last mentor had left the clan because of her bellaching. Scarstorm had no patience what so ever for those that were slackers,or those that whinned as much as she did. In fact that same day he had trained her in the ways of battle the whole day. He made sure that she was allowed not time to complain. He saw to it that she experienced a fration of his suffering. Her one paw even started to bleed after the one atempt at a backflip. She protested a storm after that unsightly mess. Of course he flipped out at her,becuase it was his way. In her rage she went and looked for a newer stronger and certainatly sane mentor to take her on as an apprentice,but none came forward to bear her as there burden. They all agreed that only Scarstorm could manage her. She even protested to the leader himself,and he even said that Starclan had set her fate in his capable paws. She did not eat for many days,nor speak to him.At first it didn`t bother him,and he marked her as a complete foolish mouse brain. The next day though she had left. He trailed her all the way to her new home. She had left her path,and became a kittypet. He spit in disgust,and he knew now that she was a coward. When he returned he vowed to take on only the type of apprentice that has what it takes. The next cat that had the nerve to ask to train under him was called Firepaw. She too was a pain somewhat,but more determined than his previous apprentice. He had hoped that she would be much more unbreakable. She worked tirlessly with him,and even started to show some potential. When she was ten moons old, to him her training was only half done. She protested and ensured that she was ready to become a warrior,but he could not hear it. He didnt want his prized student to die of get hurt even.She spat in his face and attacked him to try and prove herself in front of the whole clan. Sadly he had to beat her and put her in her place. He hated himself even more but he would not see her advance when she was clearly not ready.He beat her without much of a challenge and she wept in loss.He told her plainly that she was still many moons from beating him or even coming close. He as usual was being honest and harsh. She stayed for another two moons,but her training didnt go as smoothly as before. She got careless and lost her purpose for training. During a patrol near the boarder she wandered too close to the Thunderpath and was struck by a passing monster. He hung his head for a moment and carried on. He had warned her,and his heart had been torn too many times by then to feel much lose at all. The rest of the clan couldn`t beleive that he had felt nothing while watching his own apprentice die,and many blamed him for the fault altogether. He was almost betrayed by his own clanmates,but he left them alone until they recognised that he had no control over her own decision. Her mother never thought highly of him,and still blamed him for her terrible loss. She attacked Scarstorm near the Thunderpath where her kit Firepaw had died. He didn`t attack her and was wounded some for not defending himself from her wrath. He had hoped to just wear her out,and let her get it all out of her system,but she prused him,and tripped falling into a moving monster. So in the end she had shared the same fate as her daughter. Shortly after he was named deputy after the last had died of illness.
