Name:
Mousestorm

Gender:
Tom

Age:
36 moons

Rank:
Warrior

Clan:
CloudClan

Description:
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Overall, Mousestorm is a handsome, thick gray tom with big muscles;though they are kind of hidden underneath the thick mass of fur. His gray fur has many different shades, ranging from a lighter gray, almost white, to a very dark, almost black, color. He become very uncomfortable under the weight of his pelt, plus from how easily it takes in heat, very easily. During New-Leaf especially he will shed a lot of his winter pelt almost right away, big clumps of fur usually coming off all at the same time. He is a bigger cat, slightly larger than a normal tom around his age and he weighs, in general, around 15 pounds, due to mostly his muscles. His eyes are very nice, for they are a darker, almost an emerald color around the edges, but in the middle the lighten up to become more of a green-yellow color. The area around his muzzle is pure white as if he had been digging into the snow to long and it stained his muzzle white. His paws are pure black and so is the tip of his tail.

Personality:

First of all, he is as loyal to his Clan, StarClan, and the Warrior Code, as a mother is generally loyal to her kits. He doesn't want anything to go wrong and he thinks if something ever turns for the worst, it is a sign from StarClan that things shouldn't be as they are, and this always scares him. From this, he is also afraid of change. Change has always scared him from when he stood outside the nursery for his apprentice ceremony to even now, an experience warrior. Not only is he gray on the outside, but he is also gray in the inside too, always thinking of things no other cat would ever want to hear. Things so dark and gloomy, that any cat may want to ran from the thoughts. He will always put on a fake smile to get others out of his fur about what is wrong, even though for most of the time, those smiles are only an allusion of what is going on in his mind and in his heart. He often feels like there is no hope for the future and that he has lost his way, forever stuck in a black hole that he can never escape.

When around other cats at a Gather, he puts aside all his gloomy, gray, feelings and talks to them politely. He never wants to anger StarClan and he is not the fighting type anyway. He will exchange news and catch up with old friends, but he will never show his deeper feelings at this time, for he knows there is a time and a place for it and that a Gathering, is not the correct place. When around cats from another Clan outside a Gathering, he will still act calm and kindly, not wanting, at first, to arouse them and make them think he wants a fight. He will just as why they are on his Clans territory if that may be the case. If they don't give him a good reason, or one at all, he will fight them until they get off CloudClan's territory.

History:

As a kit he was as happy and cheerful as any kit ever would be. He had two littermates, a brother named Hawkkit and a sister named Marigoldkit. The three of them where always very close and where trouble makers too at that. They often hung around with the warriors, watching them and maybe evening playing around with their tails and what not. They often got into trouble for whatever reason and were often punished harshly after the first few times. They often left the Camp and ran into the border patrols and maybe even a few foxes. However, they never got into any real trouble, never really getting hurt and they always had fun, whatever they did. Actually, they kept getting their ceremony held back, but it really never bothered them for the trio figured that if they were to become apprentices, they wouldn't be as free as they were as kits.

However, no matter how many times they were punished, what they had to do as punishment, or even how long they stayed kits, they never gave up their troublesome personalities. Finally, the leader gave in and made them apprentices anyway for they where already 10 moons and still in the nursery. Even as apprentices though, they often skipped training, disobeyed their mentors, and just got into serious trouble still as if they didn't even care what happened to them. Finally, the leader gave them two choices. Either they would stop being so troublesome and actually work to become warriors, or they would be exiled from the Clan. Well, Mousepaw kept that in mind anbd started less and less getting into trouble, but his siblings thought the leader was joking and just kept getting into trouble. Eventually, they leader got so furious at them that he kept his word and exiled Hawkpaw and Marigoldpaw from the Clan. After that, no one knows what happened to them. However, about two moons after, they found the two cats bodies dead near the border and where astonished. The medicine cat looked at their bodies and noticed they starved to death, probably 'cause they never learned how to hunt.

After Mousepaw saw that his closest siblings had died, he felt terrible and often spent a lot of his time alone, sulking over the fact that he hadn't died along with them, or persuaded them to stop their troublesome. He blamed himself for their deaths and worked hard to become a warrior until finally, at the age of 20 moons, exceptionally late. Mousestorm still often hung out by himself, thinking over and over again how he could have stopped their deaths, both of them. Both his parents died when he was 30 moons old from old age.

RP Example:

Mousestorm quickly padded through CloudClan territory, not in the best mood today. His green eyes flicking almost nervously back and forth. His gray pelt thick as ever and making him sweat underneath the burning sun. He finally stopped and looked around and laid down, taking in deep breaths. If anyone where to see him now, it would almost seem as if he had been chased by a two-leg monster and just barely got out of the chase alive. But as he looked around, he felt almost ashamed of being here. It was near the border, where the bodied of his siblings had been found and buried. Since they had been exiled as apprentices, they weren't buried along with here all the other CloudClan cats would be. He looked at where he pictured the lifeless bodies to be and stood up, shaking his head to stop himself from crying. Why am I even here? I have no reason to be here. Just 'cause I wanted to visit them? Do I expect them just to appear here now to talk to me? He turned around and headed back to camp. He blamed himself for their deaths and would never let it down.

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