Post by Minteh Freshness on Jul 16, 2016 23:22:01 GMT
☀ Smokestorm ☀
name: Smokekit - Smokepaw - Smokestorm
gender: male
age: 31 moons
clan: thunderclan
position: warrior
short description: a steel grey tom with soft yellow-green eyes
appearance:
body || Smokestorm is a tall tom with his long legs. He is muscular like most Thunderclan cats. His claws are long and very sharp from climbing trees. Two-legs would probably call his breed a Russian blue.
coat || Smokestorm has a short coat though on his hind legs the fur is longer. His fur is also a medium thickness so he won't get too hot during the hotter moons but he also won't get freezing cold during the colder moons. His pelt is soft but around his face it is silkier where he washes it more often.
coloring || Smokestorm is a silvery, grey tom. Another word for his coloring is a steel grey. There are absolutely no stripes on him. In the moonlight he looks silver and he once overheard another cat say that on the way to the gathering, they almost mistook him for one of their starry ancestors. In the sunlight, his fur is a soft grey but when the light hits it just right in certain places, especially his face, his coat gets a silvery sheen to it. Almost every single whisker on him is white, which makes them stand out, the others are a darker gray than his coat. Those dark grey whiskers match his nose, paw pads, and claws in color.
eyes || Smokestorm's eyes are mostly a soft, pale yellow. Surrounding his iris's is a light green and between those two colors is a pale green, easily mixing the colors together. Sometimes when you look at him from the side, his eyes look like they are mostly pale green with just a touch of pale yellow on the outside and a little bit of bright green-blue around the iris.
personality:
~Stickler for rules~
Smokestorm is a complete stickler for rules. He would never condone anyone to break the rules. He doesn't care if you bend them, but break them? That's a big no-no. There is a line you just don't cross. Smokestorm has never broken the Warrior Code ever since he first learned about them, but he has bent them on an occasion...or ten. The rules are the one thing this tom absolutely worships.
~Loyal?~
Loyal? Smokestorm? Eh, not really. The only thing he is loyal to is the rules of the clans. He's not really loyal to any cat, even if you earn his loyalty. He just doesn't want to be tied down to anyone or anything. Some may say he is loyal to Thunderclan because he would never, ever change clans, but really, he just can't stand their territories. He hates the taste of fish and the smell of fish that wafts from the waters in Riverclan, he hates the mud and crow food stench that is in Shadowclan, and he hates the biting wind and now tree cover of Windclan, but that doesn't mean he's loyal to Thunderclan. He would just never live anywhere else. Now if a she-cat was actually able to tolerate his weirdness and become his mate, he would be absolutely and completely loyal to her, even above the rules he holds so dear right now. He just hasn't found that someone yet.
~Honest~
Smokestorm is so honest he is brutal. Your fur is messy, he'll tell you. You are too loud, he'll tell you. He hates you? He'll tell you before you even get a word out. He is like this with everyone but he will soften it with flirting if you are a she-cat. Doesn't matter who you are or what clan you belong, you better expect a comment out of this tom. He has no respect for anyone unless he thinks they have earned it from him, even his leader and deputy. Smokestorm also expects you to take his comments to heart and use them to fix yourself. If you say something to him he will either use it to better himself, though probably not in the way it was originally planned from the other cat, or he will completely ignore it.
~Lighthearted/Carefree~
Smokestorm is almost never serious. There are only two things he is ever serious about and one is the rules. Anything else and it's like, bleh. He does what he wants and if someone tells him to do something, this tom will spin it so he can do it how he wants to. More often than not, Smokestorm will leave camp, find a sunny spot, lay down, and sleep the day away. Then he usually ends up hunting after he wakes up so cats don't think he is too unproductive, though he never gets offended by other cats' words. He always either ends up ignoring them or using their ideas to better himself, though other cats seem to thing he get's worse.
~Flirtatious~
If it moves and it is a she-cat, he will flirt with it (except kits and young apprentices. Older apprentices he will but it's more of a playful flirting, which isn't as bad as with warriors). Doesn't matter if the she-cat is a leader, deputy, or even a medicine cat. Even if the cat is a queen or has a mate already, he just can't help himself. He'll even flirt with cats from other clans and even cats that don't have clans. It's really funny when he is running a she-cat off of Thunderclan territory because even as he is running her off, he is still trying to flirt with her. He's never gone any further than flirting before, so all he is is an annoyance, not a threat. Smokestorm will even flirt with a she-cat who has left him down. It doesn't matter if the she-cat smacked him to get him to stop, he doesn't. Even in battle, he will flirt, which often throws cats off.
~In Battle~
Even if he flirts in battle, that isn't the only side of him during a fight. Smokestorm becomes a whirlwind of fur, claws, teeth, and words. He loves taunting toms and flirting with she-cats in battle. The taunting gets the toms riled up so they can't think and the flirting tends to throw a female off. But other than his words, he is a storm to be reckoned with. Fighting is the only other thing he is serious about. In battle he becomes calm and witty, though he isn't invulnerable loosing his head. Because of that he has lost more than one fight, in training or on a battle field, but even though he can't stop himself from getting angry, he has learned that if he does it to other cats first, there is less chance for him to loose it. He is also one of the first cats to jump into a battle, just itching to get his claws into something.
history:
~Kithood~
Smokekit was born to Lynxshadow, a very small black she-cat, and an unknown tom. Lynxshadow became pregnant when she was an apprentice, stunting her growth so she is extremely small. She never told anyone who the father is and whenever someone asks, she gives a snarky remark. Smokekit was a part of her first litter. He had three other siblings, Creamkit, Blackkit, and Weaselkit. Creamkit and Blackkit are his sisters and Weaselkit is his brother. Lynxshadow, Lynxpaw back then, had to stop her apprenticeship for a while to take care of the kits. She loved them even though she seemed to have hated their father. From an early age, she the Warrior Code into her kittens. Before the kittens were even allowed to leave the nursery, Smokekit was sneaking out, he had always been a carefree cat, even more so than his siblings. He was amazed by the larger cats and one day he noticed a beautiful she-cat. Hazelpaw was an apprentice but she was so nice. When the kits were able to leave the nursery and play outside, this she-cat came by to play with them and teach them stuff. Smokekit started to develop a crush on the apprentice. Soon after she became a warrior, he deemed that he loved her and he told her. She laughed at him and ruffled his fur with a paw. She told him that he was just a kit and she was a warrior. It wouldn't work out. He was shocked and stayed in the den for a few days, wondering why she didn't like him back. When he finally left the nursery again, he saw Hazelstripe with another warrior, her tail entwined with his. Smokekit stood there shocked. A week later it was announced that the two were mates and Smokekit became heartbroken. Then, he decided he would become an apprentice as soon as he could and then become the youngest warrior in the Clan! He worked hard but he still wasn't apprenticed until he was 6 moons old.
~Apprenticeship~
Smokepaw didn't let this stop him though. He did everything he could to become a warrior early. During training with his mentor, Applefang, and other apprentices, he had a determined look in his eyes and he became dangerous in fighting. Hunting was harder but he didn't let it bother him, nor did he let harmful or mocking words faze him. He watched Hazelstripe, waiting for her to take notice of him. She didn't, but other she-cats did and it helped him gain confidence, though who he really wanted was Hazelstripe.
Sometime during his apprenticeship, his mother got pregnant again, the father yet again unknown. This time she had a grey tom, a ginger tabby and white tom, a black she-cat, a black tom, and a grey tabby and white tom. After those kits were born though, his mother vanished. He still scents her near an old barn in the two-legs' territory, but he has never seen her since.
One day, when he was 10 moons old, he was on a patrol with Hazelstripe and her mate, and Applefang. The four were patrolling their territory and remarking the borders, when a fox came out of nowhere. It attacked the patrol. The fox bit down on Hazelstripe's back and threw her into a tree. Smokepaw just snapped at that and attacked the fox, the other warriors had to step back because they couldn't even reach the fox without hitting the apprentice. It had looked like a stormcloud had descended upon the red furred creature, Smokepaw's yellow-green eyes flashing like lightning. The grey furred apprentice didn't stop until his mentor pulled him off of the dead creature. He was still spitting and snarling, and fighting to attack the fox again, nearly taking his mentor's ear off in the process before his mentor's words finally reached him and calmed him down. He raced over to Hazelstripe's side and nuzzled her, accidentally rubbing blood off of his coat and onto hers. She looked up at him sadly. "I'm sorry Smokepaw. I never realized..." She coughed before continuing. "Become a great warrior and don't let my death hinder you in anyway. Become the carefree cat you were when you were little. It was who you were always meant to be. Don't let anyone's words ever let you down, not after mine did. You'll find a she-cat one day who will be worthy enough to be with you. Never stop looking for her." Smokepaw stumbled backwards, shocked by her words. Applefang came up to him to comfort him while Hazelstripe's mate went to her, staying with her until she died.
Smokepaw had to stay in the medicine cat's den a few days after that, he had gotten some nasty bites and scratches from the fox that didn't want to heal. Finally, when they were all healed up, he came out and slept in his old nest in the apprentice's den next to his siblings. The next day he was made into a warrior.
~Warrior~
Smokepaw's mentor had told the leader and deputy what had happened and they all agreed on a name for him. That day Smokepaw became Smokestorm because of his ferocity in a battle and how he had looked like a storm cloud while fighting. Smokestorm heeded Hazelstripe's words, and became a carefree tom, who was looking for a mate that would stick by him through everything. He does pull his weight even if it never seems like it to anyone else, especially when he talks so much.
Now, Smokestorm seems to be a little to carefree, but if a battle comes, just know, a storm will be coming along for the ride.
gender: male
age: 31 moons
clan: thunderclan
position: warrior
short description: a steel grey tom with soft yellow-green eyes
appearance:
body || Smokestorm is a tall tom with his long legs. He is muscular like most Thunderclan cats. His claws are long and very sharp from climbing trees. Two-legs would probably call his breed a Russian blue.
coat || Smokestorm has a short coat though on his hind legs the fur is longer. His fur is also a medium thickness so he won't get too hot during the hotter moons but he also won't get freezing cold during the colder moons. His pelt is soft but around his face it is silkier where he washes it more often.
coloring || Smokestorm is a silvery, grey tom. Another word for his coloring is a steel grey. There are absolutely no stripes on him. In the moonlight he looks silver and he once overheard another cat say that on the way to the gathering, they almost mistook him for one of their starry ancestors. In the sunlight, his fur is a soft grey but when the light hits it just right in certain places, especially his face, his coat gets a silvery sheen to it. Almost every single whisker on him is white, which makes them stand out, the others are a darker gray than his coat. Those dark grey whiskers match his nose, paw pads, and claws in color.
eyes || Smokestorm's eyes are mostly a soft, pale yellow. Surrounding his iris's is a light green and between those two colors is a pale green, easily mixing the colors together. Sometimes when you look at him from the side, his eyes look like they are mostly pale green with just a touch of pale yellow on the outside and a little bit of bright green-blue around the iris.
Pretty much everything about his looks is average, other than being tall. x3
personality:
~Stickler for rules~
Smokestorm is a complete stickler for rules. He would never condone anyone to break the rules. He doesn't care if you bend them, but break them? That's a big no-no. There is a line you just don't cross. Smokestorm has never broken the Warrior Code ever since he first learned about them, but he has bent them on an occasion...or ten. The rules are the one thing this tom absolutely worships.
~Loyal?~
Loyal? Smokestorm? Eh, not really. The only thing he is loyal to is the rules of the clans. He's not really loyal to any cat, even if you earn his loyalty. He just doesn't want to be tied down to anyone or anything. Some may say he is loyal to Thunderclan because he would never, ever change clans, but really, he just can't stand their territories. He hates the taste of fish and the smell of fish that wafts from the waters in Riverclan, he hates the mud and crow food stench that is in Shadowclan, and he hates the biting wind and now tree cover of Windclan, but that doesn't mean he's loyal to Thunderclan. He would just never live anywhere else. Now if a she-cat was actually able to tolerate his weirdness and become his mate, he would be absolutely and completely loyal to her, even above the rules he holds so dear right now. He just hasn't found that someone yet.
~Honest~
Smokestorm is so honest he is brutal. Your fur is messy, he'll tell you. You are too loud, he'll tell you. He hates you? He'll tell you before you even get a word out. He is like this with everyone but he will soften it with flirting if you are a she-cat. Doesn't matter who you are or what clan you belong, you better expect a comment out of this tom. He has no respect for anyone unless he thinks they have earned it from him, even his leader and deputy. Smokestorm also expects you to take his comments to heart and use them to fix yourself. If you say something to him he will either use it to better himself, though probably not in the way it was originally planned from the other cat, or he will completely ignore it.
~Lighthearted/Carefree~
Smokestorm is almost never serious. There are only two things he is ever serious about and one is the rules. Anything else and it's like, bleh. He does what he wants and if someone tells him to do something, this tom will spin it so he can do it how he wants to. More often than not, Smokestorm will leave camp, find a sunny spot, lay down, and sleep the day away. Then he usually ends up hunting after he wakes up so cats don't think he is too unproductive, though he never gets offended by other cats' words. He always either ends up ignoring them or using their ideas to better himself, though other cats seem to thing he get's worse.
~Flirtatious~
If it moves and it is a she-cat, he will flirt with it (except kits and young apprentices. Older apprentices he will but it's more of a playful flirting, which isn't as bad as with warriors). Doesn't matter if the she-cat is a leader, deputy, or even a medicine cat. Even if the cat is a queen or has a mate already, he just can't help himself. He'll even flirt with cats from other clans and even cats that don't have clans. It's really funny when he is running a she-cat off of Thunderclan territory because even as he is running her off, he is still trying to flirt with her. He's never gone any further than flirting before, so all he is is an annoyance, not a threat. Smokestorm will even flirt with a she-cat who has left him down. It doesn't matter if the she-cat smacked him to get him to stop, he doesn't. Even in battle, he will flirt, which often throws cats off.
~In Battle~
Even if he flirts in battle, that isn't the only side of him during a fight. Smokestorm becomes a whirlwind of fur, claws, teeth, and words. He loves taunting toms and flirting with she-cats in battle. The taunting gets the toms riled up so they can't think and the flirting tends to throw a female off. But other than his words, he is a storm to be reckoned with. Fighting is the only other thing he is serious about. In battle he becomes calm and witty, though he isn't invulnerable loosing his head. Because of that he has lost more than one fight, in training or on a battle field, but even though he can't stop himself from getting angry, he has learned that if he does it to other cats first, there is less chance for him to loose it. He is also one of the first cats to jump into a battle, just itching to get his claws into something.
history:
~Kithood~
Smokekit was born to Lynxshadow, a very small black she-cat, and an unknown tom. Lynxshadow became pregnant when she was an apprentice, stunting her growth so she is extremely small. She never told anyone who the father is and whenever someone asks, she gives a snarky remark. Smokekit was a part of her first litter. He had three other siblings, Creamkit, Blackkit, and Weaselkit. Creamkit and Blackkit are his sisters and Weaselkit is his brother. Lynxshadow, Lynxpaw back then, had to stop her apprenticeship for a while to take care of the kits. She loved them even though she seemed to have hated their father. From an early age, she the Warrior Code into her kittens. Before the kittens were even allowed to leave the nursery, Smokekit was sneaking out, he had always been a carefree cat, even more so than his siblings. He was amazed by the larger cats and one day he noticed a beautiful she-cat. Hazelpaw was an apprentice but she was so nice. When the kits were able to leave the nursery and play outside, this she-cat came by to play with them and teach them stuff. Smokekit started to develop a crush on the apprentice. Soon after she became a warrior, he deemed that he loved her and he told her. She laughed at him and ruffled his fur with a paw. She told him that he was just a kit and she was a warrior. It wouldn't work out. He was shocked and stayed in the den for a few days, wondering why she didn't like him back. When he finally left the nursery again, he saw Hazelstripe with another warrior, her tail entwined with his. Smokekit stood there shocked. A week later it was announced that the two were mates and Smokekit became heartbroken. Then, he decided he would become an apprentice as soon as he could and then become the youngest warrior in the Clan! He worked hard but he still wasn't apprenticed until he was 6 moons old.
~Apprenticeship~
Smokepaw didn't let this stop him though. He did everything he could to become a warrior early. During training with his mentor, Applefang, and other apprentices, he had a determined look in his eyes and he became dangerous in fighting. Hunting was harder but he didn't let it bother him, nor did he let harmful or mocking words faze him. He watched Hazelstripe, waiting for her to take notice of him. She didn't, but other she-cats did and it helped him gain confidence, though who he really wanted was Hazelstripe.
Sometime during his apprenticeship, his mother got pregnant again, the father yet again unknown. This time she had a grey tom, a ginger tabby and white tom, a black she-cat, a black tom, and a grey tabby and white tom. After those kits were born though, his mother vanished. He still scents her near an old barn in the two-legs' territory, but he has never seen her since.
One day, when he was 10 moons old, he was on a patrol with Hazelstripe and her mate, and Applefang. The four were patrolling their territory and remarking the borders, when a fox came out of nowhere. It attacked the patrol. The fox bit down on Hazelstripe's back and threw her into a tree. Smokepaw just snapped at that and attacked the fox, the other warriors had to step back because they couldn't even reach the fox without hitting the apprentice. It had looked like a stormcloud had descended upon the red furred creature, Smokepaw's yellow-green eyes flashing like lightning. The grey furred apprentice didn't stop until his mentor pulled him off of the dead creature. He was still spitting and snarling, and fighting to attack the fox again, nearly taking his mentor's ear off in the process before his mentor's words finally reached him and calmed him down. He raced over to Hazelstripe's side and nuzzled her, accidentally rubbing blood off of his coat and onto hers. She looked up at him sadly. "I'm sorry Smokepaw. I never realized..." She coughed before continuing. "Become a great warrior and don't let my death hinder you in anyway. Become the carefree cat you were when you were little. It was who you were always meant to be. Don't let anyone's words ever let you down, not after mine did. You'll find a she-cat one day who will be worthy enough to be with you. Never stop looking for her." Smokepaw stumbled backwards, shocked by her words. Applefang came up to him to comfort him while Hazelstripe's mate went to her, staying with her until she died.
Smokepaw had to stay in the medicine cat's den a few days after that, he had gotten some nasty bites and scratches from the fox that didn't want to heal. Finally, when they were all healed up, he came out and slept in his old nest in the apprentice's den next to his siblings. The next day he was made into a warrior.
~Warrior~
Smokepaw's mentor had told the leader and deputy what had happened and they all agreed on a name for him. That day Smokepaw became Smokestorm because of his ferocity in a battle and how he had looked like a storm cloud while fighting. Smokestorm heeded Hazelstripe's words, and became a carefree tom, who was looking for a mate that would stick by him through everything. He does pull his weight even if it never seems like it to anyone else, especially when he talks so much.
Now, Smokestorm seems to be a little to carefree, but if a battle comes, just know, a storm will be coming along for the ride.
Kuwaki
Edda Rose
