Darkstorm | RiverClan [fin]

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NAME! Darkstorm.
AGE! 38 moons.
RANK! Warrior.
GENDER! F.
CLAN! RiverClan.
SHORT DESC.! A large, black she-cat with piercing amber eyes and a thick scar on her left shoulder.

FULL DESCRIPTION!

Darkstorm is still fairly young, but the moons are beginning to show on her. Her short, sable pelt is parted on her left shoulder by a nasty scar she received when trying to drive a crazed badger from RiverClan territory. Her eyes, a sharp amber hue, are prone to alternating between a dreadful seriousness and a mischief that knows no bounds. Darkstorm is something on the heavyset side, largely due to muscle mass. She isn't so large that she's sacrificed agility for brute strength, but she has been known to trip over her sizable paws every now and then, often in excitement...

PERSONALITY!

Darkstorm's attitude towards you depends on who you are and what Clan you might hail from. This dark warrior is very sociable. As a Clanmate and trusted companion, you'll likely receive a cheery demeanor and enough loyalty to last nine lifetimes. She values friendship above all else (perhaps even more than the Clan's well-being...) and she'll do just about anything for the ones she loves and favors. A fair warning: if you've made your way into her bias, you'll probably find yourself on the receiving end of a lighthearted prank at least once. Darkstorm is basically notorious for her mischievous nature.

If, however, you happen to find yourself in her disfavor, you might want to rethink your motives. Making an enemy out of this warrior is a dangerous move at best, and can be fatal at worst. She's highly territorial and doesn't take kindly to anyone treading on that which she loves. Unfortunately, this also means that she's subject to bouts of thoughtless rage, and this can get her into a whole host of trouble (which her scarred shoulder can attest to). She's still working on the whole "look before you leap" thing. It doesn't help that she's very confident in her fighting abilities, perhaps arrogantly so.

In spite of her steadfast dedication to both her Clans and friends, Darkstorm is also known to be somewhat... lazy. When she isn't hunting or on patrol, it isn't rare to find her lounging in some potentially hazardous place, such as Sunningrocks. What? The sun feels good! Doesn't every cat enjoy catnaps?

—It should be noted that, as of late, Darkstorm has not been feeling herself. More on this in her history.

HISTORY!

Darkstorm was the only kit in her litter. Born to two proud RiverClan warriors, it wasn't unexpected that they might churn out a likewise prideful offspring. As such, Darkstorm was enthusiastic about becoming a warrior from the get-go. While that wasn't unwarranted, perhaps she was afflicted with too much vigor. She insisted on training before her apprenticeship, and when no one would teach her, she took her training into her own paws. This often led to the young kit managing to interfere with the Clan's daily activities in one way or another, and everybody breathed a collective sigh of relief once she finally reached six moons.

Darkstorm's apprenticeship started out smoothly, but not long afterward, the Moonstone fell. This was devastating for all the Clans, but to the new apprentice, it seemed like a challenge—a challenge to overcome the odds and continue surviving, warriors ancestors or not. She trained harder than ever before, pushing herself every chance she got, and it wasn't long until she received her warrior name.

Now a full-fledged warrior, Darkstorm began to take on serious responsibilities. A few moons after her ceremony, she was the one to lead the patrol to chase the badger from RiverClan territory. Although she ended up heavily injured during the fight, the badger was never seen nor heard from again. Thank StarClan (except not really).

Aside from basic hunting excursions and border patrols, her other duty was to help search for a way to contact their long lost ancestors. Each and every mission succeeded in failing, and while this began to take its toll on her Clanmates' morale, during one mission in particular, Darkstorm stumbled upon two felines that would change her life forever.

During that mission, Darkstorm managed to get separated from the rest of her searching party. Lost and alone, she wandered through unfamiliar lands—whereupon she realized that this uncharted territory was most certainly occupied territory. With a gang of angry rogues hot on her heels, Darkstorm spun around and tried to high-tail it out of there. She didn't make it—or at least, she didn't make it by herself.

She was rescued by two loners. Their names were Wildstorm and Mossstorm—two sisters that had left their respective Clans many moons ago. Fortunately, the two of them had managed to wander upon the ensuing fight before it was all over for the dark warrior. Their help didn't end there, however—the two of them assisted in stanching Darkstorm's bleeding wounds and guiding her back to the Clans' territories. When the dark warrior asked them about their hospitality—

"Pray tell," Mossstorm mewed, "what would you have had us do? Sit on our rumps while those lawless ruffians sent you off to join StarClan?"

Wildstorm's head bobbed in terse agreement. "We may not be with the Clans anymore, but we haven't forgotten the Code. There was no honor in that fight. We were just evening the odds."

That didn't entirely answer Darkstorm's question, but at that point, she had been too exhausted to pry.

To make a long story much shorter, not long after it all happened, the RiverClan warrior found herself befriending the two loners. When she was off-duty, Darkstorm would make haste and venture back to the sisters' territory, spending carefree hours with them. Upon her return, she would adopt her lazy persona, and pretend she had been off snoozing at Sunningrocks. This continued for some seasons, as the three of them grew steadily closer.

Meanwhile, the Clans' relations went from bad to worse as their quest to reconnect with their warrior ancestors failed time and again. To Darkstorm, her two friends were a balm on a festering wound—one that might never be able to heal.

But as they say, all good things must come to an end.

As Darkstorm approached the loners' encampment, a new scent hit her nostrils. Jumping into plain view, she took in the sight of Wildstorm, Mossstorm... and a tomcat she was unfamiliar with. It was their brother, who had come with a message that their family—whose origins lay in a faraway place—needed them. It wasn't a call that they could ignore. Wildstorm bid the RiverClan warrior a sorrowful and apologetic farewell for herself and her sister, who was unable to find her voice.

That was the last that Darkstorm saw of them.

—So I must make amends concerning Darkstorm's personality. Since Wildstorm and Mossstorm's departure, the dark warrior has become rather subdued. She carries out her duties just as resolutely as before, but her movements now lack her usual zeal. As the Clans dissolve into war, Darkstorm wonders if perhaps she should try and follow after her friends, and leave the others to fight their bloody campaign.

RP EXAMPLE!

(MountainClan!Darkstorm is similar to RiverClan!Darkstorm, but she's older and more experienced, just in case anybody notices the discrepancies between the two. c: The following role play example is from this thread.)

"I'm not your friend!" Darkstorm snarled immediately, his words stoking fires that had ignited in the pit of her belly. She gave him a hiss, wanting to jump down there and rip him apart, but even in her anger, she saw that to be senseless. I'll drag him up here, she decided. I'll drag him up here so I can rip his throat out then push him back down again! "Rejoin MountainClan?" she snarled again, her amber eyes alight with hatred. "Grayfur, I have plenty say in the matter! But I'll run you out of here myself, if I have to!" By now, she was shaking in her fury, pacing back and forth along the edge of the hole.

That's when Rippedpaw suddenly tumbled down into it next to Grayfur. Serves her right, Darkstorm thought, tail lashing back and forth. "You're both fools!" she spat down at them. "And now you're both stuck down there." They would probably have to get them both out of the hole eventually. And that was just fine with her. As soon as that happened, she'd strike him, hard and fast.  Her eyes narrowed.

Before she realized it, Barbclaw was at her side, and a hiss emanated from his maw. As the other warrior's words reached her ears, she felt a rush of satisfaction, though she shouldn't have been at all surprised. Barbclaw probably hated Grayfur as much as she did, perhaps more. And now, the both of them would be able to tag-team the traitor. "Barbclaw," she growled quietly, though not caring if anybody else heard, "I want to kill him." She turned her head to glance at the other warrior. "Do you?"

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