Post by Bast on Jan 5, 2012 14:20:06 GMT -5
stormwind
HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED EVERY HURRICANE
GETS ITS NAME FROM A GIRL LIKE THIS?
SHE'S A CAT 5 KIND, KEEPS YOU UP AT NIGHT
HANGIN' ON THE EDGE OF A KISS
HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED EVERY HURRICANE
GETS ITS NAME FROM A GIRL LIKE THIS?
SHE'S A CAT 5 KIND, KEEPS YOU UP AT NIGHT
HANGIN' ON THE EDGE OF A KISS
name...stormkit--stormpaw-- stormwind --stormstar
age...20 moons
gender...female
clan...lionclan
position...warrior
species...african lion
apperance...To say the least, Stormwind is the type of lion that turns heads. She's the perfect sun-kissed gold with vivid amber eyes that hold you prisoner. Openly expressive and freely living life to the fullest, Stormwind is a lioness you notice. She's got all the slender build and lean muscle of a fast runner and is in fact one of the fastest in the clan. She's not particularly tall or broad, sitting pretty at the average mark for her kind since she's not a runt or anything either. Her body is well proportioned and not yet disfigured by any severe scars. If you look closely enough to her pelt, you'll notice Stormwind has light dapples on her pelt left over from kithood that probably won't fade until she's well on her way to being an elder. She doesn't mind it though and you can't really notice unless you're right next to her.
personality...No one will ever be able to say Stormwind is weak or stoic or icy. Ever. Stormwind is like a hurricane, she blows into your life and turns it upside down before drifting on to the next person. She's a social butterfly the likes of which LionClan hasn't seen in moons. She knows everyone and everyone at the very least will tolerate her. Energy hums through this young lioness meaning she can't ever keep still. To abate her excess energy, Stormwind is a diligant worker and is always on the move hunting or patrolling or sparring or helping with repairs around camp if they're needed. Stormwind is as open and easy to read as looking outside to see what the weather is. If she's happy, there's a spring in her step and a light in her amber eyes. If she's sad, her eyes get dark and cloudy like thunderheads rolling in over the plains. Something to know about Stormwind is that she is stubborn to the core and it is very hard to bend her or make her change her mind once she's gotten set on something. She angers fairly easily when someone contests her on something she believes and has all the passion to verbally lash you from here to TigerClan territory until you either give in or simply do something to appease her. As soon as you apologize though, the clouds roll back and Stormwind is back to her peppy sociable self. Stormwind is a passionate lover. If you can get her to love you, you'd better be in for the long haul because Stormwind sure is. She doesn't believe in having multiple mates and is totally faithful to whoever she gives her heart to so you'd better treat it right. She's a playful, adoring, considerate lover if you treat her well but do her wrong and oyu'll wish you'd been struck by lightning instead because Stormwind and her sisters will descend upon you like a plague.
history...In the clans, mothers name their kits based on their first impressions of the kits or the things around them during the birth. For Stormkit and her two sisters, their mother was inspired by the fantastically violent summer storm that was tormenting the clan when they were born. Minnowstream named her kits Stormkit, Rainkit and Nightkit and loved them from the first time she laid her eyes on them. Her mate, Falconflight, was equally as smitten by his daughters and in a few moons, the trio of troublemakers had half the clan wrapped around their little paws. The girls were so intune with one another that they finished each other's sentences, wreaked havoc without getting in trouble and were never separated. They were rather exhausting for the clan to deal with but the warriors soon fell head over heels for the trio of big-eyed mini lionesses. Each kit was a little different but they never squabbled or fought. Stormkit was the ringleader, first born and strong willed. She was smart and fast and a little pistol. Rainkit had all the grace and serenity of a cat four times her age and a sweet smile that just made you melt. Nightkit was as cunning as a fox and had a wicked sense of humor and by two moons old was already pulling pranks.
Apprenticeship for Stormpaw, Nightpaw and Rainpaw did draw them apart a little since they each had different mentors but it couldn't completely bring them apart. They were always together during the evenings, gossiping about their mentors and figuring out how to prank them without getting in trouble. When they had to do tedious tasks like clean the elder's den, thye would do it together and make a game of it. Unlike most apprentices, each of them liked the elders and often did their best to get the elders to tell stories while they worked. It was as though these three could do no wrong. They got in trouble sometimes of course but in general they had each other and they were happy.
Just before they became warriors, a rainy summer befell LionClan, an unusual occurrence for the savanna dwellers. Hyenas raided the nursery one evening while the queen living there visited the medicine cat for some herbs. When she returned, her kits were gone. Warriors and older apprentices were sent out into the storm to try and find the lost kits before the hyena could kill them. Stormpaw and her sisters found a hyena trail and followed it down to a gorge with a river at the bottom. With all the rain, the river was swollen and dangerous but the trail led straight to it. The hyenas were on the far bank, trying to escape with the three squirming lion cubs. Without thinking, Stormpaw leaped into the river. In all fairness, she should have drowned but Stormpaw managed to struggle her way across the river only because her mentor had discovered her skill for running and trained her to be a strong swimmer and runner. When she made it across, Stormpaw followed the hyenas, running faster than she ever had. When she finally caught up to where the brutes had holed up, she thought up a plan to trick the hyenas so she could steal the cubs back.
She found some berries near the hyena den that the medicine cat used to make others sleepy. Killing a young gazelle, Stormpaw stuffed the berries into the prey and left it outside of the den. Naturally the hyenas were a greedy bunch and devoured the rabbit without thinking of what was in it. When they were drowsy and finally fell asleep, Stormpaw crept past them and took the kits back. When she returned to camp it was to her bedraggled sisters fretting over her, a grateful queen and her impressed mentor. The clan leader then decided to give the three sisters their warrior names.
Stormpaw became Stormwind, Rainpaw became Rainfall and Nightpaw became Nightcloud.
