Sometimes I follow a firefly | Stormfront

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NEEDS TO BE UPDATED TO ASHJAW NOT STORMFRONT


stormfront
( You were in the kind of game that put the force in me
I was ever chasing fireflies )

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stormfront / female / 15 months
shadowclan / warrior / apprentice @

appearance *the tick pattern of her coat reminds her a storm that rages around but never ends.

when cats look upon the ranks of shadowclan, they see an odd thing happening. not only in who is leading what, but in the fact that a cat; whose height and body shape makes her easy to stand among some of the taller clan mates. stormfont is large and sturdy, a superbly healthy specimen of a cat if ever there was one. long, powerful legs are firmly affixed to a robust body broad through the chest and narrow in the hips. her silhouette is all sleek streamlines, with a thick, tapering tail at one end and a slightly crook-nosed muzzle completing the other. large ears sit atop her sharp-featured face, making an inverted triangle that begins at the rounded tip of each hollow wedge and ends with her square jaw. though young, stormfront commands the ground on which she treads with graceful steps of her broad amber paws. short fur of the same colour covers almost the entirety of her body, from a fine fuzz on the backs of her ears to the plush layer covering her belly.

only a few pale white specks freckle the fur on her face, hiding amongst the sea of silver tabby. her whiskers are white as well, erupting from eyebrows, cheeks, muzzle and wrists in fine sprays. stormfront's eyes are browny-green, a soft hazel nut green. this young she-cat is bold as brass; it shows clearly in her expression, and is mirrored in each movement she makes and every word she speaks.

personality
stormfront has always been a friendly warrior, always free with her time and a listening ear. in conversation with her clanmates, she has a degree of effortlessness about her: words simply come easily, and when they don't, she chooses them carefully. she enjoys making her clanmates happy, hardly an uncommon trait. whether her subject is an apprentice's hunting crouch or the defense of her clan, stormfront can be patient to the level of frightening: she blocks out the white noise and simply gets on with it.

compassionate can describe her as she does show it well to all and to whom needs it. stormfront has always been there for his clan; whether it be the lonely kit who needs a playmate to the apprentice whose mentor is to busy. storm is there, and being there has become rare among leaders of the past. there duties held them up; captured them and forced them to work endless hours of the day. whereas vixen sees it, plans, and then puts it on the back breaker; if only for a moment. passionate is another word that pops into the minds of any cat who spots the small silver tabby she-cat. they can see it not only in the way that she moves, but in the way that she speaks. windclan is her home, her glory and her life - many will see as she dusts off her old boots and strives to keep her clan above all those who wish to see it fail.

kind and warmhearted are words that are used around the feline, and are enough to make her a little flustered should they be spoken to her face. much like her passion and compassion, you will find that she is indeed a kind and warm hearted fool who would probably fall for the sob story before the real one. however that is when things get nasty. for below every angel, a demon lurks.

untrusting of other is something that comes to mind when a cat who is not familiar with the she-cat notices. her body grows rigid and her whole position will have screamed hostile, and to those who have not heard of her kindness and compassion may think storm to be a cruel and uncaring feline. it is simply that her trust is to be earned - which leads back to our sob story. should this sob story turn out to be false, then the cat in whom has told it will have lost all trust that storm has placed in it.

stubborn like many cats - female's in general - she has this uncanning ability to be so different and yet exactly the same as any other cat that walks this forest. as an apprentice she would get thorns stuck in her paws daily, and it would be her own stubborn self that would refuse to tell the medicine cat, as she did not wish them trouble. it was in fact after the third infection she received from thorns that the medicine cat had her brother watch over her.

icy refers not only to her interior anger and hostility but to that of her tempter and hatred. those that have seen her anger will know not only the cold shoulder that she gives, but that of the low, ice like voice that she speaks in. let me paint the picture; you have betrayed her and her voice dips far below a freezing point; she speaks but two words 'get out.' to which you obey; for her face speaks volumes more then her voice. where does this leave us now? in the hopes of a personality, or perhaps this is just the surface of a complex character? for that, we will not know; for storm will grow and adapt as she explores the world around her.

storm is a difficult cat to read, and even harder to understand. she is a curious conflict within herself, always walking that fine line between wrong and right. she sways between having a cruel and generous heart, unable to shake off the influence of a lifetime of indoctrination but also unable to ignore the grudging kindness she still has. no one can be quite sure what she is thinking and with whom she will choose to ally herself, but at heart storm is a deeply loyal and sharply astute cat. she is introspective, inward looking and creative, capable of deep love but reluctant to seek it. she has been raised on the principle of blood purity and windclan's supremity, but adopts it less dogmatically than her siblings.

while she acts quite frostily and is not easily approachable to most cats, to her kin and her close friends she is a strangely interesting cat to know. she has a way with words though she rarely speaks to those she does not know well, and she has a dry, sarcastic sense of humour.

footnotes
- bringing her from wcarpg, she was in skyclan so ignore if anything says.