Post by rae8 on Jul 25, 2013 1:08:10 GMT -5
GRAYSTORM
STONECLAN x ELDER
[DEVOTED] ● [STUBBORN] ● [KIND]
General Knowledge
AGE: Eighty-Nine
GENDER: Female
BREED: Domestic Longhair
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
REASON FOR NAME:prefix she was named gray because of her gray pelt.
suffix she was named storm because of the colors in her fur.
Appearance
She is a gray domestic longhair tabby with yellow eyes. Her pelt is mostly gray, covered in black stripes along her back, chest, legs, tail, head and face. She is really slender, looking slightly big because of how long her fur is. Her eyes are slowly going gray because her old age is making her go blind. She has white around her muzzle and paws.
Her tail is long, almost able to be wrapped around her front paws. She has a pink nose and the inside of her ears are gray and white, the bottom of her pads are gray. She has some scars on her body, from training mostly but other than that, she doesn't have anything else not mentioned on her body.
Personality
She is devoted to her clan, her clan comes before herself and she would always go out of her way to protect it even though she is a retired elder. Now she spends her day sharing stories to the young kits in the nursery.
She is stubborn, she didn't want to retire to the elder's den as she slowly started becoming unable to fight or go out hunting. It wasn't until she was having a hard time seeing that she finally agreed to retire.
She is kind to everybody in her clan, even if they are a pain in the ass to her she will remain kind. Though she will suggest to them to not be so mean because it's rude to begin with.
She is impatient, she wants things when she wants them though she tries her hardest to wait, it's become harder and harder and puts her listed as impatient because she can't wait longer than five minutes for something anymore.
She is very observant of her surroundings, nobody can surprise her, even though she is losing her eye sight, because she can still hear them and she is on full alert.
She is an open book, anything somebody asks about her she will share with them no matter how much it hurts in her passed. She sometimes shares her passed without being asked about it.
History
FAMILY:mother Ivystripe-dead
father Snakestripe-dead
mentor Adderfang-dead
mate Hawkgaze-dead
adopted daughter Doveflower-alive
adopted son Reedkit-dead
adopted daughter Foxkit-dead
Ivystripe and Snakestripe mated a few moons ago and had kits during one leaf fall. Out of all of the kits, only one of them survived. They named the young she-cat Graykit, because of her beautiful gray pelt. Graykit grew up in the nursery alone, only having her mother with her because not many kits were being born at this time. Graykit grew up to be a quiet kit, never interested in playing, she would rather hear stories from her mother or go visit the elder's den. Graykit was only a litter bit excited about becoming an apprentice in the next few moons. She would rather talk than fight and everybody knew it, which is why it was so hard for the leader to pick a mentor for her when she turned six moons old.
Her mentor's name was Adderfang, one of the stronger warriors in the clan at the time. He was close to retiring and the leader felt he would be able to get Graypaw to learn how to fight to complete her training. When they first started their training, Graypaw would refuse to fight him, so he put that aside and taught her how to hunt instead. Something she was much better at, because her personality wouldn't permit her to harm another clan mate or any other cat. She learned fast how to hunt and that made her mentor proud. He was once again trying to teach her how to fight, trying to give her a good reason to prove her skills to him so that he would know what she needed to work on, but the young she-cat kept refusing.
One day, her father and mentor went out of the territory. She followed after the two because she wanted to find out what was going on. As she got closer to them, seeing all in view, she seen her mentor attack her father. Devastated she rushed at her mentor and jumped him, clawing out at him until he spoke about giving in. Both her father and mentor were smiling at her, finally able to get her to show she knew how to fight and would fight if lives depended on it. Graypaw was angry at her father and mentor for playing a prank on her as she called it and stormed away from them. She was named a warrior when she turned twelve moons old. The warrior name she received was Graystorm, because of her pelt colors.
Graystorm forgave her father and mentor shortly after becoming a warrior and she watched her mentor retire to the elder's den. Someday I'll be known as a great warrior and with honor I'll retire to the elder's den. She thought to herself, always going on patrols or going hunting with fellow clan mates. When she turned thirty-five moons old, a drought began in Stoneclan. Not having rain during this time was terrible, finding water was hard for her. She was thirty-nine when the drought ends and a flood starts. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse too. She was forty-one moons old when she was assigned an apprentice and started teaching him everything her mentor had taught to her, hoping to make a better mentor for her apprentice as her mentor was to her.
Before the six moons are up, her apprentice catches green cough and dies. Graystorm was forty-five at this current time. She was angry that he hadn't gotten a chance to finish his training and blamed herself for not working him harder or faster. She was fifty-three moons old when she met a handsome tom and they started flirting around. Being with him made her forget everything that had gone bad in her life. She became mates with him when she was fifty-eight moons old. Something he forgot to mention when they became mates was that he was sterile, meaning he could never get her kits. For the first few moons she was angry at him. She was sixty-five moons old when one of the queens that had given birth to three kits, had died from green cough.
Graystorm rushed into the nursery, taking the kits under her wing. Since her mate didn't have any objections to the kits, she forgave him because he helped her raise them. She was happy again because she was given a chance to raise kits as her own. The kits were newborns at the time, five moons later newleaf causes an influx of mosquitoes that carry a strange illness. Two of the three kits die. Graystorm was again angry with herself. The kit she had been raising becomes an apprentice a moon later. Six moons later when Graystorm turned seventy-seven moons old, the kit she raised became a warrior. Five moons later her mate retires to the elder's den. As she became older and older she retired to the elder's den.
Her parents died from old age, her mate died from old age the same moon she had joined them in the den. Now she only has the kit she had raised and sooner or younger she would have to tell the young warrior that she wasn't her real mother.