Huntingstar, Nightclan

[Nighthunter]

Name: Huntingstar
Age: 34 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Leader
Eye Color: blue
Picture:
Appearance:

He is a black tom cat with a small patch of white on his chest and belly, and scars all over his body from previous battles with other clans. His fur is the thickest around his shoulders and neck. There are three long scars parallel to each other above his right shoulder and similar scars on his right hip. He has several scars from various bite wounds around his neck and back. On his tail he is missing a patch of fur near it’s tip. His chest has a long semi-straight scar going across it, starting from his left side towards his paw and reaching up to about his chin. A toe is missing from his front left paw, so there is a small scar there as well. Across hi right eye is another scar that looks almost like a claw, because it has a close to perfect curve. Compared to his other more noticeable scars the one on his nose is quite small. It is just a barely noticeable gash that goes right across the top of his nose.

A bite was taken out of his right ear making it resemble a shredded leaf. It hangs loosely compared to his other ear, which has no damage done to it what so ever. Piercing amber eyes are his most scary feature, and chill most cats to the bone. If there were ever a cat born with the eyes of a killer it was Scarstorm.They are very focused and serious. His eyes are dark amber, and they also have a hint of yellow around his pupils. When he gets angry his eyes turn completely dark amber. He has long unusually black tipped claws and a long thick tail. He has a long thick pelt. He has a pinning stare when he is angry. He has a very long scar near his left eye. It runs from his chin to his ear.Scarstorm has a very defined muscle definition, and he has abnormally thick and strong bones, making him look very large. His voice like most leaders carries authority, but his can shake a cat into submission. When he purrs which is very rarely it is usually at the expense of a cat disgracing themselves. He has the spirit of a brave an unrelenting warrior, and it may never be broken.

Personality:

Huntingstorm is not the cat to ever upset. This is mainly because he has a fierce temper and once angered he rarely calms down quickly. As a kit he was actually very accepting of others, and he was always a sweet gentle cat. That all changed when he lost his family . He has a lot of pride, which is why he often has his clan show there power, and he doesn’t fear anything, except the loss of a member of the clan.Eventhough he lost his family , he still wishes to have kits of his own. He believes that even he should be allowed to have a chance at being a father. He has a deep and unshakeable belief in Starclan.He respects his clan mates, but will attack trespassers on sight. He can be reasonable and will not endanger his clan. Despite his tough and somewhat dark attitude he cares deeply for his clan, and he will willingly risk all his lives to keep them safe. He often tries to display his authority and is usually the first to speak during a discusion.He does have a soft spot for she cats and kits, but they usually avoid him because of his temper and the way he looks.Huntingstorm will often be the one that starts fights ,and it does not take much to provoke him. His pride in himself and for his clan is his biggest flaw. He will fight to defend them even over petty insults. This is the reason for his many scars all over his body.As a result of that he has spent some tome in the medicine den.He is not a very social cat either,but when he does speak any cat would be foolish not to listen.

Bad Habits:


He often get angry very easily

He is a brilliant, yet reckless fighter

He is not the easiest cat to get along with




Likes:


He likes to fight for what he believes in

He likes she cats and kits more than other cats



Dislikes:


Does not like to show his soft side

Hates being proven wrong

Will not tolerate a non-Starclan believer

Does not like non clan cats

History:

Huntingstorm has a broken past and it all started as a kit. Even from this young age Huntingstorm had a really tough life. During the time when he was born there was a terrible prey shortage due to the Two legs and there monsters. He often went without food and even almost died at just three months old. When he and Rosepaw were apprenticed the Two legs rarely entered the forest, so prey was plentiful. His mentor was a powerful young she cat named Goldenclaw.She taught him to respect and fight for his clan even if he lost his life. They often spent hours training in the ways of hunting and fighting. His own sibling Rosepaw became jealous of the praise that the older warriors would give him, eventhough he never acted above them.

He soon fell in love with his mentor, and they would spend hours together.One day after she had been pregnant for about 2 months they went into the forest.While they had been sleeping by a tree a badger attacked them.Huntingstorm tried to save her, but he got torn to shreads by the badger(hence all his scars),and it killed her.He was found surrounded by her blood next to a dead badger that was killed by a falling tree branch. He was carried back to camp, and made a warrior for bravery.He did not recieve an apperentice for sometime because of his injuries.After he had healed he recived his first apprentice Skypaw.He was very proud of her, until she left for the life of a kitty pet after they gave her food. Now he has risen to the rank of leader and seeks to keep his clan strong.

RP Example:

My scars are nothing compared to what you shall recive if you awaken the fierce storm in my heart

Silent as a shadow that moves across the ground a huge heavily muscled black tom cat loomed through the crowd of cats. His evil looking dark almost black amber eyes watched the surrounding cats.He squinted watching carefully as the leader Poisonstar called for a meeting. Scarstorm knew well to respect this tom, for he was one of the only cats that at least trusted him enough to stand near him, let alone allow him in the clan. Scarstorm was a noble tom, yet he never was like the others. His voice is deep and hard, something like a leaders, more than the adverage toms. His body is also unique. Almost every inch of his black Charcoal figure is laced with scars, some more terrible then others,and each tells a story of its own. Scarstorm is not evil like how most cats view him. He is steadfast and loyal until death to his clan, but his teaching methods are harsh and none have survived them. Those that failed, did so themselves. He has never tried to kill any of his clanmates, and doesn`t like to kill but will in battle if it means saving his family.

His eyes blinked taking his cold gaze off the noble leader for a second. He wondered who the new deputy would be, and he had a pretty good idea. A low growl echoed in his throat. He and he alone had tried to prevent Fridgedscorn and Scartail from harming Poisonstar,eventhough Scarstorm himself had been framed by them, he would still fight against them until he died and then after. There was no way his leader would die like that, not by his clan, his family. No matter what he would stand in there way. The whole clan could rise against him by false acusations,but he would kill Fridgedscorn before he would see her lead anyone. Scarstorm knew better then to let his recklessness get the better of him. Eventhough he wanted to go and rip her throat out and expose her as a traitor, she had more support then he did by far in the clan,and he had to do this tactfully. He was known for fighting nearly impossible battles and this was going to be one of them.

He did not cheer for his clanmates when there names were called. He knew how hard life was,and his scars showed how much a test his had been. He knew that those kits and warriors would be fighting for themselves now. In his heart he knew that he was truly one of the best mentors in the clan,because he never let any cat get away with less then perfect performance. He wouldn`t mind taking on another apprentice,but his current one was still learning the basics herself. It would be moons before she would be allowed if at all to become a warrior. Spiritpaw couldn`t have gotten a better mentor,but she wasn`t getting through easily.In fact he wondered where she was. Clan meetings no matter how small were important. They let you survey how badly the clan is fairing. He personally liked to know which cats needed more help,eventhough they all shunned him, it didn`t mean he couldn`t bring in more prey. He would make certain that she ran extra for missing out on it. Though he would never tell her, she was starting to look promising. If she kept up her abilities she may yet have a decent life span. His eyes locked on the figures of Ghostkit and Whisperkit. Both looked promising,and he certainatly wouldn`t mind mentoring either of them someday. He wasn`t sure that he would be allowed however,because Spiritpaw was more or less a test of trust from Poisonstar,and he had to deal with her first and foremost. Perhaps if they listened to him he might be able to guide there paws a little,so that they wouldn`t grow up less than competant. He wasn`t sure there parents would like him going near them though, so he stayed alone near the back of the group of cats. If he had sat near the center then they al would surly have avoided him,and he prefered the clan to look more whole,so he simply stayed away. By now he was used to the lone life,and didn`t like talking to others. At least when he spoke his words were heard if he ever needed to say anything.It looked like this was going to be a decently long meeting,so he got comfortable,and layed on his side. Though he wasn`t exactly relaxing. Scarstorm was never really relaxed,his body was always ready for something to happen,and his mind always alert. He happened to be very fond of that particular trait he had developed through training. It made it so he could avoid the sleep that poppy seeds gave out as well,and only higher doses would effect him. Since he wasn`t well liked at all he was always on his guard for the slightest treachery. Sometimes he wondered if that waws the only reason that Poisonstar allowed him to stay in the clan all these years. His watchful dark loyalty to his clan, and the few he respected.

Then a more disheartening sight stepped into his veiw. Why were there loners in the camp? Surely Shadowclan has had enough problems the way it was already. The way that the she cat gawked at the leader made him want to chase her away. She had no business being here let alone trying to win his heart. Though even as he thought that Scarstorm knew that he shouldn`t judge the bonds that others formed. He had loved once himself,but she was gone,and there unborn kits with her. He had been a hollow shell then,but he had never let it stop him, or keep him from his duties. He never showed how heartbroken he had been that night. Half of his scars came from that night. Another form followed the loner around. A kit,and being as it looked like the loner he guessed it was hers.

Then when the medicine apprentice was chosen he listened intently. His eyes flickered from Poisonstar to Fogmist. This was an important decision,and should be made with great care and planning. The clan would need a strong generation of medicine cats to guide and heal them,and in the state the clan was currently in, he knew they needed all the help they could get. He nodded his head in approval as Blossomkits name was called. She would take the role well. He wasn`t sure if she was to be difficult when it came to trying to heal his wounds though. He prefered to let his wounds heal themselves and often refused to be treated or tended to. Perhaps the highlight of the meeting and certainalty the part he was interested in the most arrived. The choosing of the new deputy. His ears listened and his gaze slid over towards Fridgedscorn. As usaual neither of them displayed much emotion at all, except in Scarstorm`s case fury. She wouldn`t show it, but this was suited to her dark plans and he knew she would be on edge to hear the new deputy announced. He prayed that she would not be chosen, for it would make his life more difficult, not that he minded it, but it would make losing his apprentice much easier. He didn`t want Spiritpaw to fail,and so far the odds were stacked against her anyway, might as well try not to add more to the pile.

He wanted to charge the evil no good festering malicious black deamon that was Fridgedscorn. Poinsonstar had chosen her,which made him wonder if he truly understood that he was in danger. Scarstorm knew that if Poisonstar was watching him at all that he would see his blinding fury, and slight almost unnoticable concern that flashed through his pelt. He barely held himself back from growling out a full fledged war against this choice, but he knew he would never win,and might even be expelled from the clan. Somehow he would have to speak to Poisonstar alone. Scarstorms life had already been attacked by this feline before, and by Scartail. He would fight full body and what was left of his tortued spirit to protect him, even if he didn`t know he needed watching over. Scarstorm the clans silent misunderstood guardian now and forever laying his battered soul on the frontline.

muse level: ok i guess i need to get my posts up again
mood: drained,
character mood: Calculating and fierce
energy level:tired but still going,and going,and going.....
Word count: 1553
Song: Fake It by Seether

Other:
Number of Cats: including this one hmm.... 1

[~Maestro~]

Accepted