Post by akusma on Aug 10, 2009 10:14:14 GMT -5
Name |
Sooty.Blackstorm
Gender |
She-cat
Age |
Twenty nine Moons
Rank |
Warrior
Clan |
Streamclan
Beliefs|
Blackstorm is not the type of cat who's going to look up and pray to Starclan for help everytime something goes wrong, or at all really. Yes, Starclan is there, if not everything would collapse and there wouldn't be much point in anything really, but she doens't care what they think. What are they going to do about it? Nothing!
Parents |
Lilly - NP
Jake - NP
Siblings |
Kitty - NP
Patch - NP
Other Kin |
None
Mate |
Not yet
Crush |
Not yet
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Not yet
Appearance |
Even though Blackstorm is a fairly small cat by anyone's standards, she's mostly leg. Her legs are longer then her body is thick, with dainty paws and small claws attatched to the end of them. Of course, this gives her a greater ability to run long distances, or at least over rough terrain, her small paws making it easier for her to place then in craggy spots with lots of rocks that could easily send a cat falling, or making it across rivers with small stepping stones. This extra advantage is used whever she has the chance, and also means she can make it into rough areas to hunt prey. Of course, the disadvantage of her claws means that she has to reply more on her fanges to make the final blow, which makes her stretch her neck out more, a clear disadvantage for any intelligant cat to take advantage of in a fight. Not only that, but her neck is long anyway. Apart from that, she is simply solid muscle hidden beaneath fur, toned from moons of training and hunting.
Her fur is quite obviously her name sake. A deep black, bleached a lighter brown at the tips in sunlight from moons spent lounging in the sun. It's also long, but shaggy, longer in some places then in others. It gives her body a well padded lok, especially her nimble legs. She's been underestimated more then once in her life because of looking fat and squat. In the winter, it provides good protection against snow and wind, it even gets longer during the cold moons and more even looking. But of course, nothing good can last for long, and the warmer it gets, the more shaggy she looks. Not only is her fur black, but her whiskers are as well. SHort anf springy, they stick out like spikes from her nose, the tips bleached a lighter brown if one bothered to look.
Personality |
As with most cats, her personality determined the second part of her name, and boy does it fit. Sortms care chaotic, and often cause damage. Blackstorm is the same. You could never find another cat with a sharper tongue or more of an abusive way with words. She is not spiteful, or evil, and she doesn't even have bad intentions or hate any of the cats she talks to, she's merely...abrasive. Because of this she doens't really get along with most of the cats in the clan, and it's not much of a supprise to any either. She's rather blunt in the way she says things, and isn't afraid of telling you exactly what she thinks. Her abrasive nature wasn't something she was raised with, it's just who she is. Blackstorm would not be Blackstorm is she wans't insulting and rather scary.
That isn't to say that she isn't as loyal to her clan as the next cat, oh no. She loves her clan, just not everyone in it, and most of then in it don't like her. She doesn't actually care about that either. Blackstorm would defend her clan with her life, or her reputation, risking ruint just to make sure that everything is okay. It's not expected from her, but she will do it. Most cats are treated with what looks like distain, and all of then are treated with sharp words that aren't very nice at all. She's sarcastic and rude to every cat, no matter the intention or clan, though rank does hold her tongue in check for a while. At least until they're out of sight. Once the conversation has run out of fuel, she'll just shut up until the other cat decides to start it again, if they dare. She won't start a conversation unless it's someone she really doesn't like that has stolen her sunning spot, or her choice of fresh kill.
Blackstormis a cat that believes in equality, clan, family and the ability to hunt. You haven't got a chance at changing them or adding to them. She's not even open to welcoming a tom into her heart, so you've got no chance at getting your own opinion in.
Skills |
Due to her obvious advantage, Blackstorm specialises in stalking her prey, or even other cats. Her small paws make less noise and less vibrations through the ground since she's lernt to place less weight on whatever foots on the ground at the time, and because she is very good at standing completely still at any given time. Running is her other good strength. She can bound quite high over rocks or fallen trees, and is a good sprinter over rough terrain. This little she-cat is also quite nimble in a fight. Her lack of skill with her claws has meant she's had to practise her bite to make it more effective in a fight or brining down prey. This means that it's not half bad, and it's quite hard to escape from.
As mentioned before, Blackstorm has very little skill with her claws, when fighting or hunting. The appendages are small, and not at all good for anything other then painful scratching. Even though she's nimble, she's not good at fighting other cats. She has little to no skill at observing another cat to see what he or she is about to do, and therefore makes it hard on herself to evde their attacks anyway, or perform an attack they don't expect.
Apart from her skills - or lack of them - in fighting or hunting, this cat has more then enough skill in natural observation, simply keeping an eye out due to her good eyesight and long neck. Not only that but she has more patience then she knows what to do with, and cna sit there for hours simply watching things.
History |
The beginnings of Blackstorm's life were no the best. She was born to a small family of two-legs, already with eight cats between the three of them, with three kittens now to look after as well. Not only that but the numbers were rising. Blackstorm grew up in an enviroment that was completely unlike the one she lives in now. A house. The cat's were locked in there day and night, and soon it became a single massive litter tray, and as the number of cats grew it got worse and worse and worse. The rules in the house were very different to the warrior code. It was basically every cat for itself. Whoever got to the food first (or found something edible) usually ate as much as they could. The people never named her, so her mother claled her Sooty.
When she reached the age of twelve Moons, the house was broken into by the police, seeking to rescue the cats. Blackstorm - Sooty - was one of four cats who escaped into the wide world, and all of them had to grow up fast. They had to learn to hunt from scratch, making up their own techniques for certain things. Despite having never hunted before, Blackstorm became good at stalking her prey, making kills more successful. Of course, finding prey basically involved standing around and waiting for it to arrive.
Five Moons ago however, her routine was shattered and replaced with a new one at the arrival of a new group of cats. Blackstorm jumped at the opportunity of at least having another group of cats around her, never mind if they decided to like her or not. She was renamed Blackstorm from Sooty, and given a life in the new clan Streamclan. And she wasn't so alone anymore. For a little while she was taught how to track, hunt and survive more like a clan cat before all the Clans went off in their seperate directions.
Gender |
She-cat
Age |
Twenty nine Moons
Rank |
Warrior
Clan |
Streamclan
Beliefs|
Blackstorm is not the type of cat who's going to look up and pray to Starclan for help everytime something goes wrong, or at all really. Yes, Starclan is there, if not everything would collapse and there wouldn't be much point in anything really, but she doens't care what they think. What are they going to do about it? Nothing!
Parents |
Lilly - NP
Jake - NP
Siblings |
Kitty - NP
Patch - NP
Other Kin |
None
Mate |
Not yet
Crush |
Not yet
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Not yet
Appearance |
Even though Blackstorm is a fairly small cat by anyone's standards, she's mostly leg. Her legs are longer then her body is thick, with dainty paws and small claws attatched to the end of them. Of course, this gives her a greater ability to run long distances, or at least over rough terrain, her small paws making it easier for her to place then in craggy spots with lots of rocks that could easily send a cat falling, or making it across rivers with small stepping stones. This extra advantage is used whever she has the chance, and also means she can make it into rough areas to hunt prey. Of course, the disadvantage of her claws means that she has to reply more on her fanges to make the final blow, which makes her stretch her neck out more, a clear disadvantage for any intelligant cat to take advantage of in a fight. Not only that, but her neck is long anyway. Apart from that, she is simply solid muscle hidden beaneath fur, toned from moons of training and hunting.
Her fur is quite obviously her name sake. A deep black, bleached a lighter brown at the tips in sunlight from moons spent lounging in the sun. It's also long, but shaggy, longer in some places then in others. It gives her body a well padded lok, especially her nimble legs. She's been underestimated more then once in her life because of looking fat and squat. In the winter, it provides good protection against snow and wind, it even gets longer during the cold moons and more even looking. But of course, nothing good can last for long, and the warmer it gets, the more shaggy she looks. Not only is her fur black, but her whiskers are as well. SHort anf springy, they stick out like spikes from her nose, the tips bleached a lighter brown if one bothered to look.
Personality |
As with most cats, her personality determined the second part of her name, and boy does it fit. Sortms care chaotic, and often cause damage. Blackstorm is the same. You could never find another cat with a sharper tongue or more of an abusive way with words. She is not spiteful, or evil, and she doesn't even have bad intentions or hate any of the cats she talks to, she's merely...abrasive. Because of this she doens't really get along with most of the cats in the clan, and it's not much of a supprise to any either. She's rather blunt in the way she says things, and isn't afraid of telling you exactly what she thinks. Her abrasive nature wasn't something she was raised with, it's just who she is. Blackstorm would not be Blackstorm is she wans't insulting and rather scary.
That isn't to say that she isn't as loyal to her clan as the next cat, oh no. She loves her clan, just not everyone in it, and most of then in it don't like her. She doesn't actually care about that either. Blackstorm would defend her clan with her life, or her reputation, risking ruint just to make sure that everything is okay. It's not expected from her, but she will do it. Most cats are treated with what looks like distain, and all of then are treated with sharp words that aren't very nice at all. She's sarcastic and rude to every cat, no matter the intention or clan, though rank does hold her tongue in check for a while. At least until they're out of sight. Once the conversation has run out of fuel, she'll just shut up until the other cat decides to start it again, if they dare. She won't start a conversation unless it's someone she really doesn't like that has stolen her sunning spot, or her choice of fresh kill.
Blackstormis a cat that believes in equality, clan, family and the ability to hunt. You haven't got a chance at changing them or adding to them. She's not even open to welcoming a tom into her heart, so you've got no chance at getting your own opinion in.
Skills |
Due to her obvious advantage, Blackstorm specialises in stalking her prey, or even other cats. Her small paws make less noise and less vibrations through the ground since she's lernt to place less weight on whatever foots on the ground at the time, and because she is very good at standing completely still at any given time. Running is her other good strength. She can bound quite high over rocks or fallen trees, and is a good sprinter over rough terrain. This little she-cat is also quite nimble in a fight. Her lack of skill with her claws has meant she's had to practise her bite to make it more effective in a fight or brining down prey. This means that it's not half bad, and it's quite hard to escape from.
As mentioned before, Blackstorm has very little skill with her claws, when fighting or hunting. The appendages are small, and not at all good for anything other then painful scratching. Even though she's nimble, she's not good at fighting other cats. She has little to no skill at observing another cat to see what he or she is about to do, and therefore makes it hard on herself to evde their attacks anyway, or perform an attack they don't expect.
Apart from her skills - or lack of them - in fighting or hunting, this cat has more then enough skill in natural observation, simply keeping an eye out due to her good eyesight and long neck. Not only that but she has more patience then she knows what to do with, and cna sit there for hours simply watching things.
History |
The beginnings of Blackstorm's life were no the best. She was born to a small family of two-legs, already with eight cats between the three of them, with three kittens now to look after as well. Not only that but the numbers were rising. Blackstorm grew up in an enviroment that was completely unlike the one she lives in now. A house. The cat's were locked in there day and night, and soon it became a single massive litter tray, and as the number of cats grew it got worse and worse and worse. The rules in the house were very different to the warrior code. It was basically every cat for itself. Whoever got to the food first (or found something edible) usually ate as much as they could. The people never named her, so her mother claled her Sooty.
When she reached the age of twelve Moons, the house was broken into by the police, seeking to rescue the cats. Blackstorm - Sooty - was one of four cats who escaped into the wide world, and all of them had to grow up fast. They had to learn to hunt from scratch, making up their own techniques for certain things. Despite having never hunted before, Blackstorm became good at stalking her prey, making kills more successful. Of course, finding prey basically involved standing around and waiting for it to arrive.
Five Moons ago however, her routine was shattered and replaced with a new one at the arrival of a new group of cats. Blackstorm jumped at the opportunity of at least having another group of cats around her, never mind if they decided to like her or not. She was renamed Blackstorm from Sooty, and given a life in the new clan Streamclan. And she wasn't so alone anymore. For a little while she was taught how to track, hunt and survive more like a clan cat before all the Clans went off in their seperate directions.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp