Post by Scarheart321 on Nov 7, 2009 20:46:02 GMT -5
Name:
Storm
Age:
32 moons
Rank:
Rouge
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
None
Personality:
Grow up or don't show up, I guess you could say the least of his personality. He is like a child all over, never really grew out of that state. All he really does is jump from one she-cat to another and then leave them. Sure he comes back a little bit to see the kits but he never really comes around. When a she-cat thinks that they are in love with him he is sweet and kind. He has a very immature way of dealing with his problems and usually runs away from them. The only time he comes to fight or be fierce at all is for his actual loved ones. Though he is pronounced a rouge, he acts more like a loner.
Description:
Gray as dusk and as slender and muscular as ever. He is a swift cat with darker gray paws. Brown patches cover his smooth body. His dark blue-green eyes are very convincing toward his unsuspecting victims.
History:
He was born to the beautiful and fierce rouge for a mother Flower and the strong and mellow loner Ice. Flower was a cream colored spotted tabby with bright blue eyes, like royal blue. Ice was a jet black tom with pale ice blue eyes. His father and mother met while trying to get away from a dog pack. When he was old enough his mother wanted to take him with her but his father thought otherwise. The argument led to a separation of pure anger. His mother took him and in that time he left his best friend, Waterlily.
When he was ten moons old his mother died of green cough and his father had to come and find him. While he lived with his father he fell in love but he didn't know what to do since he really didn't have a good figure to tell him what love was and while he was living with his mother he got two other she-cats pregnant. He knew that she truly loved him when she got mad but still cared for him. She soon became pregnant and when their kits were born he was so happy.
Though he knew he loved her, he still didn't understand and left. He knew it would make her sad but he tried to put that out of his head, thinking that his father could take care of her; but like his mother, his father soon died of greencough. So many times he tried to hide his anguish with other she-cats and left them all. He never could get the sparkling green eyed, gold pawed white she-cat out of his head.
When he was in a rouge groups territory he was confronted by another she-cat. The she-cat was saddened because her mate was out of her heart, she had no love for him anymore but he did not see that and was very forceful to have kits. He comforted her and soon she became pregnant. When she talked about eloping he ran away. He thought everything was fine until he learned that she was so upset she had ratted him out. Though he was a little annoyed, he was also afraid because he was going to be killed by the rouge leader. He ran into the mountains and made sure that it was told that he was very ill. Word came that the rouge leader would wait but he heard from another that the rouge leader was coming.
Without thinking he said he was dead and the word spread quickly. The rouge leader gave up and cursed his grave but he was alive to he was happy enough. Time came and he had left the mountains and went back to the barn where Waterlily was. Instead of her he saw a cream colored she-cat staying there. When he asked where his mate was the she-cat said she had died of grief of her mate's death and went to the Thunderpath and died. The she-cat said it was sad that her kits had to watch her slowly die and then suddenly. He asked where his kits were and she told him that they had been hunting.
With a flash he tried to leave until the she-cat stopped him and asked his hurry. He turned and looked at her woefully, "I am their father and the one who loved Waterlily."
"How could you lie you coward?" she hissed at him, "What father are you? Running away!"
"Just don't tell them that I am alive, I can not face them like this."
She had just glared on at him until she heard them calling her, "Rosie! Look what we caught! Are you proud?"
Their voices were loud as they spoke and he ran as her glare turned into a slight smile as she turned around. From the bushes he watched them happily. As they got older he secretly saw them and even when Rosie was gone he did. Two moons later he went to see them in the night but his daughter was awake and saw him. He ran through and back, far among the lost hills, far from WindClan.
