Post by peo-chan~ on Nov 6, 2009 17:12:45 GMT -5
Name & Clan: Havocstorm
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Male (Tom)
Allegiance: Tunnelclan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
Havocstorm is a black smoke tom. His fur is thick and shaded black, with white at his chest and front paws. The tops of his ears are tipped with just the tiniest bit of longer fur. His eyes are a deep golden-yellow, always full of laughter. He is a bit, bulky cat, but a strong swimmer and climber. The color of his fur makes him blend in nicely at night, or in the dim sewers.
Personality: As his name may suggest, Havocstorm is a loud and boisterous cat. He is a very good natured cat, with a booming laugh and contagious smile. It doesn't matter much to him what other cats think of him, as long as everyone's having a good time. He gets himself in trouble sometimes, never taking much of anything serious.
Havocstorm isn't all that bright, but he's not an idiot. He knows his right from wrong, and is dedicated to his Clan. The sewers are his home, and he can't imagine living anywhere besides with TunnelClan. Even though he's not that good a hunter, he makes up for it with his skill in battles. He uses his weight to his advantage, though even in real fights he'll usually treat the whole things as a game. Every battle is a game, and he'll bravely jump even into the most hopeless battle.
Havocstorm is rarely serious, even at the worst of times. While the rest of the Clan grieves he'll go around trying to cheer everyone up. Quick to crack a joke, Havocstorm is rarely seen without a smile on his face.
History: Havocstorm was born the only child to two TunnelClan warriors. His mother, a cat called Gingerheart, had very much the same attitude towards life that he does, and was out hunting when she went into labor. Both of Havocstorm's parents loved him unconditionally, and raised him to be as caring and fun-loving as they were. He lived a pampered life in the nursery, often winning play-fights with the other kits because of his size.
As an apprentice, Havocstorm never really picked up on hunting well. It took him a long time to master the technique, and even then his successes were few. It didn't dampen his spirits though, as Havocstorm continued to excel with battle techniques. He was never one to strategize, and often just ended up crushing his opponent.
Soon enough Havocstorm was made a warrior, and has decided he likes it a lot better than being an apprentice. His parents died around this time, but they always told him not to grieve for long when they pass. He mentored his own apprentice, named Stingpaw for a while, but the poor thing was never much good at hunting or fighting. Before he could become a warrior Stingpaw was killed by a nasty rouge when he caught him sneaking around the sewers. Havocstorm chased off the rouge, but Stingpaw was already in StarClan.
Since this small tragedy, life has been very good for Havocstorm. Even the deaths of his apprentice and parents hasn't put a damper on his spirits.
Relatives: Mother: Gingerheart, deceased.
Father: Barkpelt, deceased.
Other: None
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Male (Tom)
Allegiance: Tunnelclan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
Havocstorm is a black smoke tom. His fur is thick and shaded black, with white at his chest and front paws. The tops of his ears are tipped with just the tiniest bit of longer fur. His eyes are a deep golden-yellow, always full of laughter. He is a bit, bulky cat, but a strong swimmer and climber. The color of his fur makes him blend in nicely at night, or in the dim sewers.
Personality: As his name may suggest, Havocstorm is a loud and boisterous cat. He is a very good natured cat, with a booming laugh and contagious smile. It doesn't matter much to him what other cats think of him, as long as everyone's having a good time. He gets himself in trouble sometimes, never taking much of anything serious.
Havocstorm isn't all that bright, but he's not an idiot. He knows his right from wrong, and is dedicated to his Clan. The sewers are his home, and he can't imagine living anywhere besides with TunnelClan. Even though he's not that good a hunter, he makes up for it with his skill in battles. He uses his weight to his advantage, though even in real fights he'll usually treat the whole things as a game. Every battle is a game, and he'll bravely jump even into the most hopeless battle.
Havocstorm is rarely serious, even at the worst of times. While the rest of the Clan grieves he'll go around trying to cheer everyone up. Quick to crack a joke, Havocstorm is rarely seen without a smile on his face.
History: Havocstorm was born the only child to two TunnelClan warriors. His mother, a cat called Gingerheart, had very much the same attitude towards life that he does, and was out hunting when she went into labor. Both of Havocstorm's parents loved him unconditionally, and raised him to be as caring and fun-loving as they were. He lived a pampered life in the nursery, often winning play-fights with the other kits because of his size.
As an apprentice, Havocstorm never really picked up on hunting well. It took him a long time to master the technique, and even then his successes were few. It didn't dampen his spirits though, as Havocstorm continued to excel with battle techniques. He was never one to strategize, and often just ended up crushing his opponent.
Soon enough Havocstorm was made a warrior, and has decided he likes it a lot better than being an apprentice. His parents died around this time, but they always told him not to grieve for long when they pass. He mentored his own apprentice, named Stingpaw for a while, but the poor thing was never much good at hunting or fighting. Before he could become a warrior Stingpaw was killed by a nasty rouge when he caught him sneaking around the sewers. Havocstorm chased off the rouge, but Stingpaw was already in StarClan.
Since this small tragedy, life has been very good for Havocstorm. Even the deaths of his apprentice and parents hasn't put a damper on his spirits.
Relatives: Mother: Gingerheart, deceased.
Father: Barkpelt, deceased.
Other: None
