Gender: Male (Tom)
Age: 30 moons (2 years, 6 moons)
Clan: EmberClan
Rank: Warrior
Mentor: Rabbitnose (NPC)
Apprentices:
- Beepaw (Formerly, NPC, deceased)

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Brave - Much like his littermate, Stormstrike is courageous and will run headlong into any situation if he has her, or someone else trusted, by his side. He doesn't believe in being afraid of what could happen, preferring to take action and shape the future instead of being victim to it.
Loyal - A mirror image of his sister in this sense, Stormstrike is just as devoted to her, if not even more so. He forges strong, unbreakable bonds. No matter what happens, he will never betray you, always doing what he believes is in your best interest; be it his clan, his family, or his friends. He holds a particular loyalty towards his sister, however, which can get him into trouble on occasion due to her defiant ways.
Cheerful - Optimistic and overall just happy every day, Stormstrike almost always has a smile on his face. He loves to make jokes or laugh at them, and is very playful, with a lighthearted, relaxed outlook on life. He is generally just happy to be alive, and is always looking on the bright side, appreciating what he has rather than anguishing over what he doesn't.
Gentle, Doting - If he has affection for you, you'll know it; Stormstrike loves to make his loved ones feel, well, loved. He's the sort to shower them in affection, bring them little gifts, or do random little favors for them without being asked. He is a very gentle giant and will cuddle up with his loved ones and act as a playground for kits, letting them climb all over him and tug on his ears without complaint. Very tolerant, very relaxed, and very much a sweetheart.
Lax - Stormstrike can be a little too lax at times, to the point of being considered a little bit of a pushover. If he feels that he genuinely can't do something, he sometimes won't even try, and if someone is mouthing off to him or otherwise mistreating him, he is rather capable of just turning a blind eye and trying not to react. He likes to avoid conflict, even at his own stake. His lax nature can also make him a little careless when it comes to following orders or the warrior code, though he never seems to act out intentionally.
Honest - He... can't really tell a lie. It's pretty easy to read him, so he can't even get away with a little white lie. It's generally in his best interest to just be honest.
Free-Spirited - Storm follows his heart, which can lead him astray at times, but he doesn't believe in going abut life in any other way. Prefers emotion over logic, he is ruled by his heart, not his head.
Dense - Not the sharpest tool in the shed, Stormstrike can seem almost ridiculously oblivious at times. He doesn't pick up on subtle hints very well, and isn't the best at reading others' emotions, unless he knows them very well. Generally not all that perceptive, with a tendency to make basic assumptions based on what he can obviously see. He isn't one to come up with cpmplex strategies for anything, with a straightforward "go forth and use brute strength" approach to most things.
Aggressive Side - Even this gentle giant has an angry side. It's like flipping a switch; he is sweet and jovial one moment, but then stoic and cold the next, perfectly capable of throwing his weight around and using his brute strength to do some damage against his enemies. He is particularly aggressive towards cats from other Clans, with a surprisingly unwelcoming attitude towards them. He will only provide assistance towards an enemy cat if he is ordered to, or if they are in enough peril that they will die without his help. Otherwise, he'll turn a blind eye to a neighboring patrol in trouble.

 

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Kithood

- Stormkit was born to Sweetsong, who had previously had a litter of kits, only for them to not survive past their third moon. Not only that, but his father, Greystreak, also passed before his second litter was born. Thus, he grew up with just his sister, Fallenkit, and his mother. He was always a cheerful kitten, enjoying socializing with others, playing games, and listening to elders and warriors tell stories. He tended to take the lead in social situations, since his sister, Fallenkit, was a little distant and short-tempered with everyone other than him. He adored his sister, however, having the one and only key to her heart throughout their youth.

Apprenticeship

- Stormpaw was what any young warrior would consider an ideal apprentice; eager to learn, respectful, obedient, and even a little on the mellow side. He didn't get wound up over anything, and took his time with everything he was shown. That was a negative side, sometimes, when he gave in a little too quickly at something he was doing poorly at, but otherwise, he was a good young cat to be around. He did well with working on a team, and was alright at hunting and battling, without a particular strong suit in each, but being a bit of a larger cat, he was never exactly graceful. He can climb, but he can't run while up in a treetop, and has to take his time, using his long tail to help balance his hefty weight. He got along wonderfully with his mentor, who practically became his friend as well as his teacher.

- After much patient learning and warming himself to his clanmates with his cheerful attitude, Stormpaw was given the name Stormstrike, a name that reflected a thunderclap, in honor of his boisterous personality. Together with his sister's name, Fallensnow, the two are sometimes considered "the weather siblings."

Warrior

- Stormstrike, like his sister, was given an apprentice when he was rather young. Beepaw was a sweet little golden tabby that he was smitten with the moment he met her, and he did his best to be a good mentor -- until she was only about ten moons old, and met an early death. During a particularly nasty border skirmish with PitchClan, Beepaw was severely injured, and died from her wounds not long after she was carried back to camp. Storm was absolutely crushed by her loss, and there are rumors that the two were in love and planned to become mates once Beepaw earned her warrior name, but these rumors have never been confirmed. It has been some time since Beepaw's death, and Stormstrike seems to have recovered from his grief, going about life as normal. He still mourns her on occasion, but is back to his cheerful self every day.

- A nasty hurricane made the entire Clan move out into the desert for a while to avoid the vicious storm, and it was a relief when they could return. He nearly succumbed to heatstroke during their stay thanks to his long, dark pelt, but pulled through until he could make it home with the others.

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Fur: A tabby with dark blue-grey fur marked by black stripes, and a distinctive all-black tail aside from the white tip. His muzzle, underside, and forelegs are white.
Eyes: A warm, orange-tinted amber.
Fur Type: Long, dense, and soft. Has tufts on his ears.
Build: Sturdy and strong, with broad shoulders and stocky legs.
Scent: Like moss and the scent after it rains.
Size: Downright massive for a cat.
Breed: Moggy, with a lot of Maine Coone genes and a hint of Rex.
Scars: N/A

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Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Romantic Orientation: Panromantic; loves errybody
Preferences: Storm doesn't have a particular type, but generally likes cats who are sweet and caring, and welcoming of his doting. He is not particularly attracted to males, preferring females, but is warm and affectionate towards everyone, no matter how they might identify.
Looking For: Someone he can smother in affection. XD

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Parents:
- Sweetsong - Mother, alive, retired.
- Greystreak - Father, deceased.

Siblings:
- Nightkit - Older brother, deceased.
- Fernkit - Older sister, deceased.
- Fallensnow - Littermate, sister, alive.

Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A

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Strength: Proficient
Speed: Average
Hunting: Average
Fighting: Average
Intelligence: Weak
Endurance: Proficient
Agility: Weak

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Strengths: Stormstrike is a large, strong cat who can hit you like a train and keep going; he is difficult to tire out, perfectly capable of throwing his weight around for a while. His best strategy for anything is to hit it hard and fast, instead of using more complex techniques, unless someone else tells him what to do.

Weaknesses: He isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, with a tendency to be a little oblivious, and his size makes him clumsy. When it comes to climbing and balancing, it's best that he takes his time or just keeps all four paws firmly on the ground.

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Likes: His sister, jokes and banter, socializing, hunting, sunshiny days, swimming, summer rainstorms, cuddles, kits.
Dislikes: Anyone talking dirt about his sister, squirrels (fluffy-tailed little demons!), heights, the other Clans.
Fears: Rejection, death of a Clanmate, losing touch with his sister.

Theme Song:
- "I'll Fight" by Daughtry

Trivia:
- Stormstrike is basically a dorky cinnamon roll.
- For such a young cat, he has a surprisingly deep voice, perhaps thanks to his size, but it is one of those warm, comforting deep voices that is pleasant to listen to.
- Despite being so massive, he lets his runty sister boss him around as much as she wants. He is actually the second-born of the litter. XD
- Has a bit of a vendetta against bordering Clans, especially PitchClan, though he does know deep down that Beepaw's death was unintentional. The best way to bring out that angry, aggressive side he has is put him anywhere near an enemy patrol.

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:: MoonClan ::

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:: EmberClan ::

~ Sweetsong: (NPC, Elder)
- "My mother! She has always been such a sweet and caring cat, living up to her name! I hope to be a good parent like she was, someday."

~ Fallensnow:
- "I've always loved my sister more than anyone in the world. For her, I'd do anything. She's always been there for me, in her own way, looking out for her clumsy little brother."

~ Rabbitnose: (Mentor, NPC)
- "My mentor! She was pretty cool, I enjoyed learning from her!"

:: PitchClan ::

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:: DriftClan ::

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::WaveClan ::

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:: CanyonClan ::

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:: Outside of Clans ::

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:: Deceased ::

~ Greystreak: (NPC, Deceased)
- "My father who I, uh, never met... Mother tells us about him, sometimes."

~ Beepaw: (Former apprentice, NPC, Deceased)
- "... I'm sorry... I can't..."

Key:
 
 Wary of
 Fear
 Terror

 Friend
 Good Friend
 Best Friend

 Pity
Sympathy
Sorrow/Grief

Acquaintance
Respect
Role Model

 Finds attractive
 Small Crush 
Bigger Crush

 Love 
 Devotion
Madly in love

 Dislike
 Brewing hate
 Hate
 Wants dead

Mate
Love (Platonic)
Broken Hearted
  Family


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Made by TheCatsPupil in collaboration with 3Dkind, GPIsMyWannabe, and SolarNightengale
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