thistlestorm

[thistlestorm - *]

[/b]: Thistlekit, Thistlepaw, Thistlestorm.
gender: Tom.
age: Thirty one moons.
clan: WindClan.
rank: Warrior.

personality:

[/i] right to him or just may save the life of another. The line between good and bad is horribly blurred to Thistlestorm, often leading him to many inner conflicts.

Most conversations with him are expected to be somewhat unpleasant due to his rash way of speaking to others, but the tom has a sense of playful humor and thoroughly enjoys putting a smile on another cat's face. He isn't the most mature cat around, so despite his calm and collected appearance, he doesn't mind a game or two every once in a while. When it is time to be serious, Thistlestorm can hurriedly drop the games and get straight down to business. Although he has broken the warrior code, he is a loyal cat and will protect his Clan through thick or thin. The tom does like to laze and may often slack a little, but will make sure that he puts in extra effort the next time something is asked of him.

He is a stubborn, confident sort of cat. If he believes in something, he'll stand behind it one hundred percent. If he disagrees with a statement made by a leader, or heck, even StarClan, he'll speak up without a second look back at who's around him. Thistlestorm can be brash and unrelenting, with a devil-may-care, type of attitude about things. While he is very confident, he would never do something that would recklessly put his life in danger, or another's. Life is precious to him, although he flounces around like a bee-brain. It doesn't take much to make him jealous. With the jealously comes the need to pin down whoever is standing above him, to just crave what they have and not feel so.. lowly. He is ambitious, yet it hasn't seemed to cloud his judgment for the most part.
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appearance:

[/i]. It's the easiest way to describe Thistlestorm's size. He is a well rounded tom with muscled bulk more akin to the typical, stereotyped, ShadowClan cat. His legs aren't as long as that of a WindClan cat's, though after having to learn to chase rabbits and breeze over the moorlands, he's adapted well to the WindClan style of things.

Long fur makes up Thistlestorm's pelt. It is not as thick as it appears and is actually quite soft to the touch. The length of his 'fuzz' differs during the cooler and hotter seasons. The fur gradually shortens towards his legs and body, while it is at its longest on his chest, giving the tom an almost lion-like appearance. There are three main colors on the tom's pelt - black, brown, and white. White streaks down his face, starting between his eyes and traces down his neck, chest, and front legs, underbelly and paws. A murky colored brown starts around his eyes and traces back over his head and ears, and sprawls down the rest of the way over the tom's back, hind side, legs, and tail. Black stripes are painted over the brown and ring around his tail. His nose is brushed brown and is also dabbed with a splash of brown. Thistlestorm's moss green eyes are lined by black, which look almost like eyeliner. [/div][/ul]

history:

[/i]. She was a gorgeous pale tabby cat who, for the first time ever, choked up Thistlepaw. He simply stared at her the night, looking away whenever she glanced in his direction. He found out from his friend that her name was Howlingpaw and from then on, he admired the she-cat.

His sister had waited patiently for him although she had been offered to become a warrior ahead of her brother. When it was time, they were crowned Ivycloud and Thistlestorm, proud warriors. Now able to go out on his own, Thistlestorm no longer needed to come up with excuses for his dabbling at the border. He often stopped by to see her, get a quick glimpse of her but... it had been nearly two moons since his last sight of her. One night, however, he had seen her and couldn't let the opportunity slip. He crossed the border and admitted to the she-cat just how eye-catching she was. Their meetings started.

Slowly, but surely, the admiration turned into love and foolish Thistlestorm fell for the RiverClan cat. He made sure to take time in all his duties so that he wouldn't get caught. He even refused to tell his sister of his doings and there was nothing that he hid from her. The news that she was having kits struck Thistlestorm like a paw to a muzzle, but nonetheless, he stood by her, silently, unaware that she already carried a mate within RiverClan.[/div][/ul]


sample rp:

characters: rowanstreak and now thistlestorm.
c-box name: rein.[/size][/ul]

[cricketleap.]

Accepted!