Post by DKT on May 21, 2015 22:36:00 GMT -5
OWLstorm
NightClan | Warrior |
46 Moons | She-cat |
appearance
Long, thick brown tabby fur with a single patch of white on her muzzle gave this she-cat her suffix. Her adeptness in trees and the excellent night vision given by her yellow eyes are equally befitting a cat named for a nocturnal bird of prey. She's not much bigger than the average cat, but her fur gives her the appearance of bulk. It's part of why most cats are surprised that she's quite fast, outpacing many of her Clanmates when allowed to run at full speed. This is a rare occurrence during the hotter seasons, however, as the same thick coat that is a boon in leaf-bare causes her to overheat quickly.
personality
Being a warrior means having the courage and skill to fight for what is yours: Owlstorm believes that wholeheartedly. A Clan's success hinges on having the best hunter and fighters, cats so feared that no one would oppose them. The weak—the sick, the old, the stupid, the cowardly—endanger the rest. She holds her Clanmates to strict standards, but asks nothing of them she doesn't ask of herself. If she does not catch prey she does not eat. If she "loses" to another cat, she is worthy of scorn.
From the time she was an apprentice, she has always been competitive. If she is not constantly striving to be better, than what's the point of being alive? Every catch, every fight, every jump has her comparing herself to others. In this way she is often sharp towards cats who lesser, but shows respect to those she judges as her equal or better. Strength and skill are the real law of the warrior: more real than any "code" supposedly enforced by old dead fleabags.
As harsh as she can feel, Owlstorm gets along with a fair number of her Clanmates. She's the first to compliment another on a job well done and does genuinely enjoy helping out with other cats' apprentices from time to time. Their youth and enthusiasm give her hope for her Clan. Still, she earned her -storm suffix for a reason and there are more than a few cats who dislike her. Owlstorm doesn't lose much sleep over them.
Though in prime form now, Owlstorm fears the day she will grow old. What cpuld be worse than being a drain on the Clan's resources, useless and shriveled like her old mother? She will happily die in battle before she becomes such a disgrace, but first she has plans. Her Clan deserves to be the strongest in the forest, but it can never be that if they are dragged down by their weight of their own softness.
From the time she was an apprentice, she has always been competitive. If she is not constantly striving to be better, than what's the point of being alive? Every catch, every fight, every jump has her comparing herself to others. In this way she is often sharp towards cats who lesser, but shows respect to those she judges as her equal or better. Strength and skill are the real law of the warrior: more real than any "code" supposedly enforced by old dead fleabags.
As harsh as she can feel, Owlstorm gets along with a fair number of her Clanmates. She's the first to compliment another on a job well done and does genuinely enjoy helping out with other cats' apprentices from time to time. Their youth and enthusiasm give her hope for her Clan. Still, she earned her -storm suffix for a reason and there are more than a few cats who dislike her. Owlstorm doesn't lose much sleep over them.
Though in prime form now, Owlstorm fears the day she will grow old. What cpuld be worse than being a drain on the Clan's resources, useless and shriveled like her old mother? She will happily die in battle before she becomes such a disgrace, but first she has plans. Her Clan deserves to be the strongest in the forest, but it can never be that if they are dragged down by their weight of their own softness.
Loyal to NightClan, driven to excel, hard-working | Fears infirmity, jealous, critical of self and others
background
Born to Mouseflower and Swiftheart along with a sister (Crowkit) and brother, Owlkit grew rapidly. Opening her eyes, talking, and walking all seemed to happen faster than her parents were quite ready, but they were proud and took them as signs that she would be a quick-learning apprentice.
And she was. Owlpaw took to training like a fish to water, especially if other apprentices were involved. While her mentor often praised her skills, he scolded her for her hyper-competitive nature and lackluster teamwork. Despite this, she stayed out of trouble and was made a warrior moons ahead of her trouble-making sister Crowpaw. Owlstorm wasn't afraid to rub it in, either. And why not? She was obviously better. Why else would she be a warrior?
Owlstorm was still a young warrior when she was given her first apprentice. Gorsepaw was uncertain at first, but Owlstorm trained him hard and solidified him with confidence. She set him against other apprentices, praising him when he beat them. Gorsepaw felt unstoppable at first, but soon realized his denmates were avoiding him. Hurt by the isolation, he began refusing his mentor's attempts to pit him against other apprentices. While it helped him recover his friends, it was an irreconcilable difference between mentor and apprentice. When Gorsepaw was killed by a badger on a hunting patrol, Owlstorm more or less shrugged it off.
Owlstorm's next apprentice was a small she-cat named Beetlepaw. She was spirited, but a slow learner. Owlstorm frequently took her for extra training, unhappy with her lack of progress. On one such outing, Beetlepaw scented a SunClan cat on their side of the border. Owlstorm told her apprentice to watch, but to stay back unless she needed help. The invading tom was pounced upon without question and the ensuing fight was vicious. When it was over, the SunClan cat was bleeding heavily on the ground. Beetlepaw wanted to get their medicine cat, but Owlstorm refused. Herbs wasted on an invader could be used to save NightClan lives. He could go see his own medicine cat.
As the two argued, Owlstorm scented a new invader on the wind: a fox. "We need to leave," she ordered Beetlepaw.
"We need to help him!" The apprentice objected. There was no way the tom could outrun a fox in his state, much less fight one. When Beetlepaw tried to help him, Owlstorm gave her a vicious bite and forced her to run, saving her life.
When the next Gathering announced that a fox had killed a SunClan warrior, Owlstorm watched Beetlepaw closely. She chose to save her apprentice. What cat could choose differently? But Beetlepaw was full of guilt for her own inaction and kept her mentor's secret until she disappeared a moon later.
Owlstorm was not given another apprentice. She raged about the injustice to a friend who told her to be patient. "You're a good warrior, Owlstorm, and you were working really hard with Beetlepaw. You'll be given another apprentice. You're not the kind of cat that stays an ordinary warrior forever, y'know?" It was not the first time Owlstorm had thought of becoming leader, but it stoked the flame. So it could be of no surprise that her useless sister becoming deputy made Owlstorm furious. What did that lazy ball of fur know about leading cats?
In a skirmish shortly after her sister received her new title, her apprentice Frostpaw was killed. Owlstorm made it no secret that if she had been Frostpaw's mentor, the apprentice would be alive today. Though open about her dislike of the deputy, she does not speak openly of how deep it runs or that perhaps there has been an outing or two where she has imagined her sister having an unfortunate meeting with a fox...
And she was. Owlpaw took to training like a fish to water, especially if other apprentices were involved. While her mentor often praised her skills, he scolded her for her hyper-competitive nature and lackluster teamwork. Despite this, she stayed out of trouble and was made a warrior moons ahead of her trouble-making sister Crowpaw. Owlstorm wasn't afraid to rub it in, either. And why not? She was obviously better. Why else would she be a warrior?
Owlstorm was still a young warrior when she was given her first apprentice. Gorsepaw was uncertain at first, but Owlstorm trained him hard and solidified him with confidence. She set him against other apprentices, praising him when he beat them. Gorsepaw felt unstoppable at first, but soon realized his denmates were avoiding him. Hurt by the isolation, he began refusing his mentor's attempts to pit him against other apprentices. While it helped him recover his friends, it was an irreconcilable difference between mentor and apprentice. When Gorsepaw was killed by a badger on a hunting patrol, Owlstorm more or less shrugged it off.
Owlstorm's next apprentice was a small she-cat named Beetlepaw. She was spirited, but a slow learner. Owlstorm frequently took her for extra training, unhappy with her lack of progress. On one such outing, Beetlepaw scented a SunClan cat on their side of the border. Owlstorm told her apprentice to watch, but to stay back unless she needed help. The invading tom was pounced upon without question and the ensuing fight was vicious. When it was over, the SunClan cat was bleeding heavily on the ground. Beetlepaw wanted to get their medicine cat, but Owlstorm refused. Herbs wasted on an invader could be used to save NightClan lives. He could go see his own medicine cat.
As the two argued, Owlstorm scented a new invader on the wind: a fox. "We need to leave," she ordered Beetlepaw.
"We need to help him!" The apprentice objected. There was no way the tom could outrun a fox in his state, much less fight one. When Beetlepaw tried to help him, Owlstorm gave her a vicious bite and forced her to run, saving her life.
When the next Gathering announced that a fox had killed a SunClan warrior, Owlstorm watched Beetlepaw closely. She chose to save her apprentice. What cat could choose differently? But Beetlepaw was full of guilt for her own inaction and kept her mentor's secret until she disappeared a moon later.
Owlstorm was not given another apprentice. She raged about the injustice to a friend who told her to be patient. "You're a good warrior, Owlstorm, and you were working really hard with Beetlepaw. You'll be given another apprentice. You're not the kind of cat that stays an ordinary warrior forever, y'know?" It was not the first time Owlstorm had thought of becoming leader, but it stoked the flame. So it could be of no surprise that her useless sister becoming deputy made Owlstorm furious. What did that lazy ball of fur know about leading cats?
In a skirmish shortly after her sister received her new title, her apprentice Frostpaw was killed. Owlstorm made it no secret that if she had been Frostpaw's mentor, the apprentice would be alive today. Though open about her dislike of the deputy, she does not speak openly of how deep it runs or that perhaps there has been an outing or two where she has imagined her sister having an unfortunate meeting with a fox...
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