CODE BLUE SMOKE [ bluestorm ]

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Name | Blue Smoke Bluepaw Bluestorm
Gender | She-cat
Age | 18 Moons
Rank | Warrior
Clan | PineClan

Beliefs|
StarClan.
They are the starry cats that walk in Sliverpelt. The cats watch over you, sending dreams to Medicine cats and give leaders nine lives. During a gathering, they can send a storm to stop it and even other things most cats don't know about. What a load of mouse dung. There is no such as StarClan. Never was, never will be. How could a bunch of dead cats do all of that? The only thing that happens when you die is that you get reborn as another cat. You don't remember any of this, of course, but it happens. What else would? You wouldn't just disappear; that would make life pointless. Cats who believe in StarClan are just scared of what lays beyond this life, so they made up these stories to make them feel better about dying. It's all nonsense.

Parents | Brooklyn [ Mother; NP ], Ragweed [ Father; NP ]
Siblings | Black Smoke [ Brother; NP ], Gray Smoke [ Brother; NP ], Dark Smoke [ Sister; NP ]
Other Kin | None.
Mate | None yet.
Crush | None yet.
Kits | None yet.
Apprentice | None yet.

Appearance |
Bluestorm is a small cat, even if her fur makes her look larger than she is. She has short legs with small paws, with a long, fluffy tail. Her muzzle isn't as long as other cats. She has a lithe build. Depending on the way you look at Bluestorm's fur, it could be a blue, black, gray, or white. When smoothed down together, its a black/ dark blue. In the thin places, its a mix of blue and white. On her neck and chest, the she-cat's fur fluffs out and becomes a grayish-white. Bluestorm's eyes are a dark green, looking even darker with her fur. Her whiskers are completely black, blending in with her dark fur.

Personality |
Bluestorm has the looks, but a winning personality? Not in a million years. She's completely arrogant about everything. Pelt? Perfect. Eyes? Perfect. Skills? Perfect. Get the idea? Oh, but its her pelt that she the most arrogant about. It has to be shining without a hair out of place. She'll constant gush over her fur and walk like a bird with its feathers fluffed out. But you better be careful if you talk to her, or even look at her for that matter, because this she-cat has a temper. A big one. She's not afraid to show her claws and teeth to someone, and it doesn't matter who they are or what they did. It doesn't help that Bluestorm's first language is sarcasm. Say something stupid and she'll quickly think of something nasty to say back until you either give up or she just laughs at you and walks away. If you were try to look at all of this in a positive light, you might see that Bluestorm is a cat who is proud of who she is, a cat willing to fight for what she believes in and those she cares about, and isn't afraid to speak her mind.

Skills |
Bluestorm is an grade A hunter, using her small size and lithe build to her advantage when she stalks and catches prey. Her lithe build also makes her quick and swift. She isn't terrible at fighting, but due to her worrying about what her fur looks like, she is more defense than offense. Her kittypet roots means she's not as strong as other cats and doesn't have as much stamina as those who have had to hunt and fight to live.


History |
Please note that Mr. Dove/Snowflower is played by Slug. I love you more Slug. <3<3

Bluestorm's mother Brooklyn, strangely, doesn't remember giving birth to the little Bluestorm was in. All she remembers that one day is that her two-leg owners took her to something they called a vet. They stuck a sharp, thin stick into her, and she fell asleep. When she woke up, her stomach hurt, but she had a beautiful kits feeding. They went home later, and life went to normal for a nursing mother.

Two moons later, they were finally allowed outside, and Bluestorm, then named Blue Smoke, met her father. His name was Ragweed, and he was a loner who lived in the forest near their nest. They sat there and listened to his stories about big creatures with sharp teeth, small ones that Ragweed would eat himself, and of other cats that lived in the forest. Bluestorm turned her nose up to this life, and went with her brother Black Smoke to try and get back inside.

When she was five moons old, her owners started paying extra attention to her by grooming her and shining her fur. At this time, she began how beautiful her fur was, and boasted to her siblings about it. After half a moon of this, the two-legs put her in some nest-cave and took her to a building with other cats into it, all of them telling others how they were going to win and taunting each other. two-legs would walk around and look at all the cats ( including herself ) and as soon as they came in, they left. Three cats were given some colorful things they called ribbons, but Bluestorm didn't get a single one. They did this a few of more times, but never got a ribbon.

The last time they went to that building, Bluestorm wasn't taken back home after wards, but to another place with many cats, dogs, and other animals she hadn't seen before. Her two-legs handed her to the other two-legs, who put her into a strange box, and she watched her two-legs leave without her.

For two moons she stayed in there, being feed and cared for by others, but never seeing her mother or siblings. Two-legs would come and go, looking, petting, but nothing more. One day, another pair of two-legs came in and looked at her. They left like the others, but soon came back and took her and brought them to their nest. They feed her, brushed her, and left to another room to let her explore on her own.

The nest was smaller than her previous one, and there was smell of another cat in the air. Bluestorm met this cat not longer after. His named was Mr. Dove, and as soon as they saw each other, they hated each other. Each thought one was better than the other, and fought for the attention of the two-legs. Soon, however, they realized they each filled a part of them that was lost. For Bluestorm, it was the feeling of abandonment and loneliness that her family had given her, and soon became as close as two cats could get.

The happiness didn't last long, because a kit was soon brought in. It took all of the wonderful attention Mr. Dove and Bluestorm craved for, and the two decided to show the two-legs the error of their ways by leaving. They traveled deep into the forest, smiling as they went into the dangerous unknown. The smiling didn't last, as one of the big dangerous beasts Bluestorm's father had warned her about itself. They ran, quickly running into a group of cats who told them about Badger, as they called it, and other creatures like foxes.

The group of cats offered them a place to stay which they quickly agreed to. But the head honcho, Gingerstar, told them they must learn the ways of their Warrior Code to stay in PineClan. With no where else to go, they agreed and were renamed Snowpaw and Bluepaw ( That didn't stop them from calling themselves by their kittypet names. ) and learned enough to become Snowflower and Bluestorm, Warriors of PineClan.

[Pyro]

I. I like Bluestorm’s beliefs. She sounds very convinced with them, unlike a lot of ‘nonbelievers’ who express more uncertainty about whether there is anything waiting for them that isn’t StarClan when they die. I might suggest going a little deeper into why she believes this. I understand that she believes it because to her, there is no alternative, but how did she come to the conclusion of rebirth? Did someone tell her? Did she just sit down, think about it, and decide that belief was the most logical? And how does she feel about cats who believe in ’the norm’? Is she as contemptuous of them as she is of their beliefs?

II. Honestly, I love this cat’s appearance. <3 But a few things are unclear:
-“Depending on the way you look at Bluestorm's fur, it could be a blue, black, gray, or white.” Do you mean her coat is a mix of colors? Other than that everything else gives a good picture.

III. Always nice to see an arrogant female infatuated with her own looks, especially considering most of FoF’s females don’t go as extreme as Bluestorm seems to in that department. Her history supports her arrogance, which is good. I can see how being used to pampering, combined with her own realization of her coat’s beauty, could turn her into a very proud and vain she-cat. Her history, to me, also implies she doesn’t have as strong a loyalty to PineClan as some of the other PineClanners. Perhaps this should be mentioned in her personality as well?

IV. To continue with her history, it covers all the basics, however it seems like it should be expanded a tiny bit. The part about her and Mr. Dove finally becoming friends seems rushed. Was there something in particular that triggered their realization of each replacing what the other lost? At what point did they take a break from their constant fighting to consider each other beyond just another cat hogging attention? Was the introduction of the kit what helped them to resolve their differences?