Spiderstorm has been adopted by me

[Cloud of Diamonds]

Name | Spiderstorm

Gender | She-cat

Age | 24 moons

Rank | Queen

Clan | StreamClan

Beliefs| Spiderstorm believes in StarClan, but not all the time. She agrees with cats who don't believe and cats who do believe. Her beliefs are fickle, and believes in StarClan when the Clan needs them, and when it sounds appropriate. She also believes when all the cats strongly believe, and doesn't when they aren't in need of them. In short, she's a bit of a sheep when it comes to the starry ancestors.

Parents | Dappledfur: Mother Owl: Father, deceased, NP

Siblings | None

Other Kin | None

Mate | Ottertail

Crush | Redtail

Kits | Batkit-daughter (played by Ghost) Mothkit-son (played by Green) Dovekit - adoptive daughter (played by Ember) Stonekit - adoptive son (played by Ember)

Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet

Appearance | She is a skinny and slightly lithe cat. Her front tooth is slightly chipped, and she has a long scar that reaches from her neck to her back leg. She also has many small scars from battle. She has long legs, which makes her look tall, but when compared to a big cat she is rather small. Though she is all of this, she is generally good looking (though of course it depends on who you're asking), with huge, yellow eyes. Her fur is pure black.

Personality| Spiderstorm is a bit grumpy, because of what happened to Fox. She loves her Clan dearly, but is mostly sad, and upset about her life as a pack member.

She can also be loyal. She cares about her Clan, and remembers what happened to her when her pack was attacked by foxes long ago. She hates the memory of just standing there after the brutal death of her lost mate. When she was told her father also died, she regrets not helping. She knows her Clan needs her more then ever, and realizes the importance of her loyalty to it, even if it's difficult for her at times.

She can be nice to cats if they show the same feelings in return. She loves caring cats, and enjoys being able to trust them. But with cats who don't like her, she is rude and usually ignores them. She doesn't like to be cruel, so tries not to think about them and hopes they will be nicer sooner or later.

Skills | Spiderstorm is very fast, with her long legs, which often helps her with hunting. She is generally good at fighting, but usually isn't fast enough to react as quickly as she needs to. She's skillful with her claws in particular, and with a bit of luck can give a potential attacker a few nasty wounds to think about if they care to try their luck.

History | Spiderstorm used to live with a group of rogues, and was named Night, short for Night Crawler. She was also in love with a cat named Fox, short for Mighty Fox. They were both very much in love, and knew they would be together forever. Or, at least, that is what they thought.

About four seasons later, the pack of rogues found a dead cat and to be respectful to it, promised themselves they would bury it in peace the day after. However, none of them realized its death wasn't natural, so they went to sleep peacefully that night.

They never thought foxes lived near there, they had only seen young ones who hadn't settled, and never saw parents with a den. Everything was going normally, but one night when she was about 18 moons old, a grown up fox came to see the dead cat. He was hungry, hungry enough to eat a cat.

After ripping up and eating the dead cat, he noticed the pack of well fed cats sleeping nearby. Everyone fought and fought, soon figuring out that there where more foxes joining the original one. The cats where outnumbered, and a few cats lost their lives. Soon, the bloody battle nearly ended when Night noticed that Fox was dead.

Maybe it was okay that he died proudly, fighting for her pack, but she would never be happy without him. Night could do nothing but watch the fighting now. She didn't want to do anything. She soon dozed off, not paying attention to anything.

She woke up with a huge pain in her belly. She moved her head slightly to see a fox digging his claws in her body. She let a huge yowl, but no one heard. No one was even looking at her. She bit her lip as the fox dug his massive teeth in her scruff and pulled her up to her paws. She cried once more, looking at the bloody battle. She closed her eyes and tried to walk, leaving the feeling she had before. She turned around, and saw the huge fox running towards her. She couldn't do anything but run and run now, trying to ignore the pain in her body. Night steered in a straight line, and soon found her self running toward a small cave, with smaller rocks all around it. She closed her eyes and paced toward it. She soon felt rocks dig in her pads, and saw pebbles fling in her eyes. She couldn't go much farther, feeling weak enough to just fall. And that is exactly what happened. She tripped, and felt painful, sharp rocks in her face. She even noticed that her tooth hit a hard rock, and felt a huge pain in her mouth. She slowly got up and walked in the cave, limping. She fell down on her side, right on her scar. She closed her eyes and put her nose to the rock. She smelled something unusual. It was fox. She soon figured out that this cave was the fox's den. The fox sat, watching Night for about a day, waiting for a chance to catch her off guard, but it too was hurt and eventually gave up and left.

She did nothing but sleep and look at her self in a puddle, seeing that her tooth was chipped, leaving only half of it. She soon fell asleep, feeling pain and sadness.

She woke, hearing a yowl. Night looked up. She looked at he cause of the yowl. It was someone from his pack! She jumped, feeling weak and hurt but was too excited to stop and rest. "We are leaving. Now." A cat said. Night followed, too tired to disobey. As they arrived, they told her that her father Owl died fighting a fox. Night was numb with shock. She couldn't stand it. Neither could Dappledfur, her mother. They were too upset to even stay around the Pack, because it reminded them too much fo their painful losses.

They soon left the Pack, and Night soon changed her name to Spider, to forget about life as a member of the Pack. They traveled day and night, soon to come to rest near a stream. They soon found a group of cats, called StreamClan. It was like the pack but much bigger. They loved the idea and soon joined.

There Spider became Spiderstorm. She liked the name, even though for her it had a double meaning, describing her occasionally stormy personality as well as her stormy past. But the storm was about to become less. For one day, she got into a scuffle with a kittypet she'd seen before, a funny brown tom who thought he was tough enough to intrude on StreamClan territory! But there was something in his face and attitude when he fought her that made her wonder if he might be worthy to train as a warrior. She'd almost shaken off the foolish fantasy, but then they spoke...and she realized maybe it wasn't so foolish after all. Maybe he could be a good warrior. She found herself liking him even, telling him stories about what her life was like now.

After he joined StreamClan and changed his name from Flash to Ottertail, they became close friends, and then more than friends. Yet Spiderstorm couldn't help but like another tom, Redtail, too. Still, she loved Ottertail more, he was her mate now. Then they had kits! Spiderstorm is currently raising her son, Mothkit, her daughter, Batkit, and her foster kits, Stonekit and Dovekit.