ALEEN: Tempest'WindClan'Tom

[Katze]

NO WAY.
Okay. Post away Dahlin' Mixie.

[Aleen]

Thankies, Katze!

Name: Tempest
Do you honor?: No. Not now, not ever.

Age: 32 moons

Gender: Tom

Appearance: Tempest, a young warrior taught from birth all the wrong things, and it has left its mark. The first thing you'll notice about the tom is his cold, icy blue eyes staring out fiercely at anything that passes before him. His white fangs and claws are probably what you'd notice next, though there's nothing really remarkable about them. They just catch your eye, once you've seen those twin pools of ice glaring out at you. His face is full of loathing toward the world and if he ever smiled, which isn't likely, it wouldn't be a very comforting action. His medium length fur is colored in a calico pattern with a white undercoat and blotches of jet black and fiery orange, his tail being tipped in black and his eye and right ear covered by black. He finds that being an averaged sized cat is the perfect size to be for a cat like him. Also, he somehow manages to be facinated with the fact that he has no scars or limps, no matter how active he is and how often he could get injured in one way or another, which is as often as any other cat.

RP Example: Darkness, his only cover, his only friend. Nights when the moon was dark and the stars were covered. These were the kind of nights that a certain warrior used to sneak out of camp and feel freedom for at least a few hours. Tonight was a night like that, and by now he wasn't anywhere near camp. No, the calico tom was racing across his Clan's territory, free as the wind and as wild as it as well. It was his name, it was his Clan, and it would forever be a part of him. He was Tempest, a violent windstorm, a time when the air itself was in a fury, a rushing, ripping force that no one could stop, that no one could tame. And he would save them. It's what he'd heard since birth, the one thing that his wretched mother had taken enough time to pound into his head until it was the only thing he knew to be true in the world of lies he lived in. He would save them from the lies.

Slowing to a stop, the tom looked up at the cloudy sky above him, silently thanking the clouds for darkness they provided by covering the sparkling diamonds that usually shone in the sky. Although he had been taught that StarClan was just another story made up to make cats do what the leaders wanted them to, it still was a bit unnerving to be sneaking out under those sparkling stars that were supposedly the ancestors of the Clan cats. His rare look of wonder turned to a sneer as thoughts of StarClan entered his head. Of course, there was always that question "What if they're real?", but he'd learned to ignore it. At one point he let that question control him, but that hadn't gotten anywhere. There was no StarClan, and there'd never be one.

His icy blue eyes turned toward the east. It was getting close to dawn. Time to find some prey and head back to camp. That was probably the only thing that kept him from being questioned about his night time adventures. True, no cat in WindClan really liked him, but no one could complain about him bringing in food on cold, sometimes wet mornings. It was probably the only nice thing anyone could ever think about him doing. That's how he liked it, and that's how it'd stay, so long as he was classified a Clan cat. And who knows how much longer that will last...

Clan: WindClan

Rank: Warrior

Breed: A mix of who knows what

Personality: Hate, bitter hate. It fuels Tempest, keeps him alive. A hate for StarClan and all that honor them and an even greater loathing towards his mother, the queen who made him what he is now, never giving him the love he deserved and sub-consciously longed for, but showing only how much she despised the world she lived in. Too late to change that now, though, which leaves the smart tom impatient and scornful, even if he does always manage to keep his cool on the outside. He thinks a lot, always appears confident no matter how he feels inside, and isn't afraid to say precisely what he thinks to any cat he meets. Never knowing love, he feels no connection to his Clan and could leave at any point without a second thought. Deep down he longs to make someone pay for how his life's turned out, adding an extra fierceness to him at times. He'd be very unpredictable in battle, considering that he's never really been in one, Clan against Clan. Despite all his hate and anger, he is still young and naive, traits that will most likely work against him.

History: He was born like any other Clan cat in WindClan on a day like any other day, but he was different. His mother, a StarClan hating she-cat with an unknown mate, knew it was true and told the tiny kit that from the moment he was born. "You can save them," she whispered. "You can lead them away from the lie of StarClan." He heard his mother's fib from the moment of his birth, and he believed it, was forced to believe it. Who knows why his mother hated the warrior ancestors of the Clans, but she did, and transferred all that hatred into her son through all that she taught him. And so he was named Tempest, for she hoped that he might someday be strong enough to be relieve WindClan of StarClan once and for all. For the first six moons of his life the young tom was forced to spend most of his time with his mother, making him rather lonely and starting the growth of his hate. A little bit after he was apprenticed, his mother left one day and disappeared, leaving him totally alone in his own Clan. He trained hard and always did what he was told, but frequently got in trouble for getting into arguements with other cats, usually started by him sharing his true (but rather rude) thoughts of his Clanmates. Already he was an outcast, and already he was learning to cope with it. Besides that fact that he was spending a lot of time in the Elders' Den, nothing remarkable happened during the tom's apprenticeship. Then he became a warrior. He never has broken the warrior code, but that is only his attempt to stay in WindClan until he is ready to move on, an event that, like so many other things in his life, might be forced upon him too soon. The tension between him and the other felines of WindClan is constantly growing and soon someone is going to snap, whether it is Tempest, who would retaliate with all the hatred he ever felt, or the whole of WindClan, it doesn't matter. Change is coming for the warrior, and it certainly isn't for the better.

[Aleen]

Erm, just wondering if anyone was going to check this. I've kind of been waiting and so far nobody's checked it.

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Oh dear.
I'll check! I'll check!
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Two more lines needed for both personality and appearance.
Otherwise, it's absolutely perfecto! <333
Make sure to go onto the Activity Check thingy we're having as soon as ya finish!
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Hey! Yer Mixie from Moogilicious?

[Aleen]

Yup, I'm mixie! ^_^

Okay, I added some more. Howzat?

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Great! You're accepted!