Kestrelstorm // Deputy of PineClan

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Name | Kestrelstorm

Gender | Tom

Age | 38 moons

Rank | Deputy

Clan | PineClan

Beliefs | Kestrelstorm is disgusted by the thought of starry cats. He feels it's all a bunch of nonsense, with no real meaning. He hates that other clans are ruled by beliefs in fictional beings, and looks down in disgust at those who are devoted to StarClan. Although he wouldn't mind beating some sense into the believers, Kestrelstorm restricts himself for doing so, mainly to keep a firm hold on his established respect.

Parents | Night[mother] Mouse [father, both NP]

Siblings | Only child

Other Kin | Actual parents [unknown, NP]

Mate | Not yet

Crush | None

Kits | Not yet

Apprentice/Mentor | Stripedpaw

Appearance | The most obvious trait of Kestrelstorm's pelt is his coarse, brown tabby fur. The brown/grey hue of his short fur is split on his back by thick, dark grey stripes. They trail down his spine, ringing his thick tail and tipping it with black. The thick stripes on his tan-hued chest turn a deep, russet color. His large, round yellow eyes are outlined by a thick ring of black, followed by an off-white. The typical tabby "M" shows plainly on this large forehead, and the mask of stripes around his eyes and deep pink nose are plainly visible as well. Kestrelstorm's ears are both tipped with a deep brown, with white hairs, matching his thin white whiskers, splaying from the inside. Kestrelstorm also has a prominent nick in his left ear.

As for his build, this tom is pure muscle and bone. He is very large, and towers over many cats. His tough, lean muscles wrap around thick white bones beneath his tabby pelt, giving him the strength his large build portrays. Kestrelstorm stands at about 12 inches tall, and 14 pounds.

Personality | The jigsaw commonly referred to as Kestrelstorm's personality is a confusing one indeed. His most dominant trait is his compassion to his beloved clan. He lives to serve them, and enjoys every minute of it. Within his clan, Kestrelstorm is mellow, kind, and enjoyable to talk to. He is respected by many in his clan and out, for that is what he strives for. The leader's word is law to him, even if his gut disagrees.

Kestrelstorm's compassion for his clan will sometimes cause trouble with the others. Kestrelstorm shows no friendship to those outside of his clan, and can sometimes be rude to other clan warriors and apprentices. He has a hot head around rivals, and can acquire a sharp tongue. Though the warriors of other clans despise this side of Kestrelstorm's personality, the other deputies and leaders do not face his wrath, and are much more open to the tom.

Kestrelstorm also lives for battle. He enjoys every minute of the fight, from beginning to end. Battling is his passion, and he is undoubtedly good at it. His large build and powerful joints make ripping through an enemy cat like shredding a leaf. Sometimes, however, Kestrelstorm will boast about a recent win, much to any listening cat's dismay. Even though he is not always the perfect deputy, Kestrelstorm's intriguing persona and useful skills are valued by all of his clan.

Skills | Kestrelstorm excels in fighting, no doubt. It's his passion, along with hunting. However, he can't be considered the best hunter in any way. Kestrelstorm also has a knack for training apprentices. He knows just how to handle a roudy apprentice. Also, Kestrelstorm is good with speeches. His commanding presence practically entices other cats to listen to his deep, throaty mew of information and understanding.

History | Kestrelstorm was born to two rogues who left him to die as a young kit. Scared and tired, poor Kestrelstorm wandered his way into the paws of another cat couple, Night and Mouse. They found him, slowly starving to death, and adopted him as their own. Of course, Kestrelstorm soon figured out he wan't their kin, since neither cat was brown or a tabby. He didn't mind, though.

The young tom grew up with his adopted family, happy as can be. They taught him how to fight, hunt, and live in the wild as a successful cat. The pair loved Kestrelstorm, although he wasn't one of their own. He proved to be a strong, intelligent cat to his adopted parents, so they slowly began to acknowledge him less and less.

One day, however, Kestrelstorm knew he was not wanted anymore, for the couple recently had a new litter of kits to take care of. Determined to use his newly found skills and start a life of his own, Kestrelstorm said his final goodbyes to Mouse and Night. He lived for a while as a rogue, meeting other cats and spending time with them every once and a while. He generally stayed in the open fields, for that's where he found it easiest to hunt. After a while, however, Kestrelstorm felt very lonely, and wanted to find another cat to spend time with. He found a rebellious clan group, apparently seperating from the previous "ForestClan". He was eagerly invited to join, and has ever since been a valued member of PineClan.

Role Play Example | A large brown tabby sat in the middle of a light green clearing. Tall trees, almost touching the deep blue sky, surrounded him. The sun's rays dappled the area, and the tom's rough pelt. He sat, impatient, with his ringed tail wrapped around his grey-brown paws. Kestrelstorm scanned the clearing with his bright yellow eyes, looking for any sign of his apprentice.

Late, again, he sighed. Does he want to become a warrior or not? Kestrelstorm slowly got up, stretched, and padded over to a fallen log. Digging his sharp white claws into the rotting bark, he relaxed a bit, taking in the familiar scents of ThornClan's forest.

Kestrelstorm gazed around the clearing once more. Still no sign of Brownpaw. I wonder if he's still trying to talk Ivyfoot and Badgerpaw into coming along, he thought, arching his back in a long stretch. Obviously bored, the tom trotted over to a large patch of sun to sit in.

Sharp claws once again dug up grass as Kestrelstorm kneaded the soft green earth. He was a cat with no patience when it came to young cats, and he wasn't going to waste much more time waiting for his tardy apprentice. Laying his large body on a soft patch in the sun, his dark rimmed eyes slowly began to narrow. The warmth of the midday sun was lulling the tom to sleep.

Suddenly, Kestrelstorm saw a flash of movement. Confused and weary, he pricked his ears.

"Brownpaw? Is that you?"

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