>>.Falconstorm.>> Shadowclan Warrior

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Name: Falconstorm

Gender: She-cat

Age: 16 moons

Clan: Shadowclan

Rank: Warrior

Description: Falconstorm can be described as, perhaps unique amongst the rest of the cats in Shadowclan. Her body is firm and muscular, but very sleek, making her quite lithe and agile. Her shoulders and haunches are very nicely defined beneath her short but thick dark brown fur. And beneath her fur, many, many scars from the fights over clan borders, and with rogues who’ve crossed into her clan’s territory. Her limbs are fairly long and limber, but not too much so that she looks deformed or out of proportion. Her paws are long and sharp naturally, and her paws, are good sized, being between medium and small in size. Her tail measures in at 14 inches in length. Her face is thin and holds the most femininity. Her ears or a bit larger than the normal cat’s, and her eyes are also fairly large, but again, still fits beautifully into her features and structure. Her eyes are a beautiful pale green, standing out brilliantly against her dark brown fur.

Personality: Her name fits her more than what her parents must of guessed. She is a very cold she-cat, who is the last one to be warm and friendly at a gathering. She prefers no other company than that which can be provided by her own clan. She is very ambitious, but not what you would label as “dark ambition”. She seeks out to do only her best, and if she can, better for her clan. And just as she is strong in body, she is strong in spirit and will. It is a fool’s task to try and talk her out of what she’s decided to do, as the one who tries is most likely to get a very harsh tongue lashing. She is known to be very witty with words, and isn’t hesitant to be harsh with them if her patience and tolerance is pushed beyond its limits. She has also been known to be snappy and barb-tongued, and quick to make her points and opinions clear. But she’s not foolish, and knows when to hold her tongue, especially when it comes to gatherings at Fourtrees as well as at clan meetings. But if she must hold her words and opinions is, one can must definitely be certain she’ll be bitter afterwards, and all it takes to set her off in such a state is one wrong move or one wrong word. But this rather aggressive nature makes her, in her views, one of the finest warriors. What with her hardly speaking a word to a cat outside Shadowclan, as well as having a rather fierce, harsh, and rough nature and personality, one could only imagine what Falconstorm would be like in a fight. She is quick and cunning, and never hesitant to deal strong, and possibly fatal blows, the murder is not what she intends, but rather to make sure that her rival knows better than to mess with her and her clan. She is as fierce and strong as her names makes her out to be, seeing as the name “Falconstorm” isn’t the most feminine name for a she-cat, but a strong one. She is driven to claim victory, and her pride only gives it a second wind as well as a strong shove forward. But all the same, despite her ferocity and aggressiveness, she would be the very last cat one would suspect of killing another cat, let alone one of her own clan. Some wonder if her cold, unfriendly, aggressive nature has anything to do with what happened to her brothers, but she keeps her emotions hidden deep within her distant heart, protected by thorns and ice.

Summary: A very sleek but muscular dark brown she-cat with pale green eyes.

History: Falcon(kit): She was born in Shadowclan with two brothers. The three of them were known to be rather rambunctious and always fighting and bickering amongst one another, often giving mother a headache and always getting disciplinary talking-to’s be father. But their first winter was a hard one. Many kits, elders, queens, and warriors fell ill with greencough. Even Falcon(kit) fell ill to this, along with her two brothers, though her mother and father were lucky enough and didn’t catch it. But unfortunately, her brother, the last born of the three, hadn’t been able to fight it off, even with constant attention from the aged and experienced medicine cat. Her big brother and herself had gotten better within the week, but when they went back to the medicine cat’s den to visit their brother, they were informed that he’d passed away… It was hard for her and her brother, but after the right time had passed, they were named apprentices and given mentors. Her brother was mentored by a large black tom named Nightclaw, and she was given a she-cat mentor of tawny fur, named Thistlefur. Both of them went through rough and vigorous training, and they often trained with one another since their mentors thought them able to focus without worrying about family ties. They trained long and they trained hard, practicing their fighting with one another whilst going on separate tasks and different patrols. One night, Falcon(paw) had seen her mother pacing back and forth in front of the entrance to the camp. Later that night, her father, along with her brother’s mentor and another gray tom brought back the shredded, bloody, and limp body of her brother. She later learned that the border patrol had encountered a badger, and all three warriors had serious wounds, but told that her brother hadn’t been able to get away from the badger’s claws, and had his life taken… She was never really the same after that, even after she was named a warrior some time after the tragic event. And since then has had a very fierce distaste for badgers, and hopes to on one day, encountering the badger that took her brother from her, and tasting that bitter sweet thing all know as revenge.

Roleplaying Sample: None Needed

Family: Falconheart (mother, deceased; old age); Eagleclaw (father, deceased; old age); Mudkit (brother, deceased; greencough); Bramblepaw (brother, deceased; killed by badger)

Mate: None

Code Word: Warrior Cats

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