Name: Storkkit // Storkpaw // Storkflight
Age: 19 moons Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Breed: Silver Bengal Fur Color: Storkflight's base pelt is a dull white color. His tail is ringed with a dark gray that is just a few shades short of black. There are very distinct tabby and Bengal markings across his back legs and face. His nose and ears are solid black. Eye Color: Bright vibrant blue. Personality: Storkflight is an overly energetic tom cat. He enjoys exploring and goofing off with his friends and siblings. There is very few things in life that will bring down Storkflight's cheerful demeanor. Generally he is curious about everything around him and his favorite question is "Why?". He can be rather social as well. Talking to the apprentices and warriors is how he keeps himself entertained when he is stuck in camp all day. Despite his kind and humble outward display, Storkflight takes his training very seriously. Storkflight doesn't normally show this side, but he is rather intelligent. He is quick to solve a dispute or to help figure out a different solution to a problem. Overall Storkflight puts his Clan above everything, placing his friends and family in close second. On the other hand though, Storkflight can be annoyed. Now he is not open in showing this, but he can be annoyed, not by an overly talkative cat, but more so in the actions and tone of a cat. When a cat acts cocky and over confident in their abilities, Storkflight will become annoyed. He doesn't like cats who boast in their abilities. Another thing that really gets under Storkflight's fur, is failing to uphold a promise. This came about when his assigned mentor failed to train him like they had promised to do. Instead he had to rely on his older brother. Sure it had its perks in the end, but it bothered him that after his mentor swore to train him, they failed to come through for him. |
Health Information
Physical Condition: Healthy, hyped, excited
Mental Condition: Excited, mental high, slightly stressed Sickness: None Injuries: None Scars: A small nick on his left should |
Family
Cat || Thoughts
Adoptive Mother Nightbreeze || Loves || Cares for like true mother Adoptive Father Sandspiral || Likes || Doesn't Talk with Brother(s) Goosepaw || Likes || Doesn't talk with anymore Jewelpaw || Likes || Doesn't talk with Barkskip || Loves || Favorite Brother Nettlenose || Neutral || Doesn't know Caspenkit || Neutral || Doesn't know Sister(s) Honeyvenom || Likes || Closest sister Orchidkit || Neutral || Doesn't know Crush/Mate Owlpaw (Lonstar23) || Closest friend || Likes Deceased // Inactive // Uncertain if still active |
Relations
Cat || Thoughts
Best Friend Owlpaw || Closest friend || Likes Friends Owlpaw || Closest friend || Likes Dayhum || Hasn't talked with much Nightcry || Likes to encourage || Treats like a brother Bluedust || Hasn't talked with much Leafface || Hasn't talked with much Tealeaf || Likes talking with || Doesn't want to meet her in battle Neutrals Caracalspirit || Likes || Doesn't know wel Enemies -- Mentor Drapingdrop [Former] || Doesn't like || Annoyed with Apprentice Tigerpaw || Doesn't like his cockiness, but finds it amusing Deceased // Inactive // Uncertain if still active |
Extra
Likes: Hunting, being around his friends and family
Dislikes: Large crowds of cats, fallen promises, disloyalty Quirks: He stammers when nervous or flustered Fears: Being rejected/ loosing the ones he loves, being lost Favorite Food: Vole Quotes: -- Theme Song: Open to Suggestion How Storkflight Died
Storkflight, padded through the territory, his normally bright crystal blue eyes were dull with grief. They held a depressed look to them, one that showed no hope for anything. It little under a week, his best friend and adoptive brother had been killed by a Syndicate cat. He had discovered his brothers body all bloodied and torn in the territory and was immediately heartbroken. He still didn't know how many hours he spent collapsed by the brown and red body, just weeping, his voice soundless as he grieved. He knew that eventually closer to sundown he had managed to drag his brothers body back to camp where his mother had spent a long amount of time by his body, Storkflight doing it for a second. He was grieving and his heart yearned for his brother's company. Though it was only earlier in the day that Arrowheart and Flamingarrow had come back to camp dragging twin black cats with them, their pelts splashed with red too. It was his adoptive mother and his adoptive aunt. So now Storkflight was left without his family, and because he knew he was adopted he treasured his family above all else. He yearned for his mother's company, his brothers closeness. Barkskip had helped train him when his mentor neglected him. He longed for his mother who had taken him in when other abandoned him. Nightbreeze introduced him to Barkskip and the three had Ana inseparable bond. Inseparable. But now they were separated. Nightbreeze and Barkskip hunted in the Stars, and Storkflight hunted in the blood stained forest where they had been murdered. His paws led the white Bengal to the wonderful cavern that he had discovered with Owlpaw. The two friends had claimed this as their meeting spit. This was their place, their cave. They always hung out here, at least they did when they were together. He could sense the past few times they had been together that the beautiful young she cat had acted strangely, seeming distant and always asking about Wingpaw. He didn't care about Wingpaw and he wished for her to see that. He longed for the day that Owlpaw became a warrior, that way he could tell her his feelings. That way he could tell her that he loved her. That he didn't want Wingpaw, or anyone else. That he wanted to love her and only her. The stalactites that hung over head glistened with condensation. The captured the light in a picturesque way. Storkflights heart was taking too much though. With a yowl of fury, a deep cry little a battle cry, a lions roar, the tom sank to his paws. The cavern shook with his echoing yowl. There was a sickening crack and the tom looked up. The stalactite above him was cracking. Without another moment passing by, it's hold broke and came crashing down on top of him, impaling his black and white body. Storkflight had just wanted his family, and a family of his own. His family had left him for the stars, and he wouldn't live to see the one he wanted a family with.
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Backstory
Stork as a kit was abandoned near the Thunderclan territory. He was left there by his mother who was raising him by herself. She believed that she could not sustain both of them until Stork was old enough to hunt. She waited near the Clan borders, as she had heard about their rules and guidelines. After hearing an early patrol come by she placed Stork in a patch of grass and nipped him, harder than intended. She accidentally broke his skin but had to be quick in her escape.
Nightbreeze of Thunderclan was in the border patrol near the loners. She was the first to pick up on the rustling bush and grass. She strayed from the group and saw a glimpse of the mother as she sprinted away. Nightbreeze licked away the small drip of blood and brought the kit home. Later on another patrol she came across the mother and discovered that the kits name was Stork. Nightbreeze happily told her that she was caring for the kit and he was becoming stronger with each passing day. Storkpaw soon became an apprentice and was assigned the mentor, Drapingdrop. The two had a few starting sessions together, but afterwards, she forgot about him, not talking to him, or training him. Storkpaw felt rejected, and was saddened and felt rejected and unwanted. He fell back on his closest sibling, who had just recently become a warrior, Barkskip. The two talked together and Storkpaw was able to convince him to train him. So the two adopted brother trained together and grew closer. Sure they had their rough patches and argued, but it helped their overall relationship. Barkskip knew how his brother worked, and so he encouraged him, trained his, taught his more than just moves and hunting, but morals. As a result, Storkpaw gained a lot of knowledge from his brother and the two became an inseparable pair. Soon, Storkpaw met a new friend, when going to visit his mother in the nursery. A little kit named Owlkit. The two had a bit of a rough start, as they worked out some differences. But Storkpaw soon found that Owlkit was like him in some ways, bold and adventurous. So once they got to know each other better, he took her out into the territory, showing her around, and just goofing off. Storkpaw as he grew closer to his warrior ceremony, discovered why he felt so close to her. He was slowly slipping into love. He loved, not only her general and sleek and beautiful appearance, but her spirit, her fire, her drive, her personality. He found himself spending more and more time with her, but they were separated by age. Storkpaw soon earned his ceremony, becoming Storkflight, only, Owlkit had her ceremony too. The two didn't seem so far apart now, but they were still about eight moons apart, a bit of an age gap between warrior an apprentice. He still talked with her, not revealing his true feelings, He didn't know how she felt towards him,so he keeps his feelings further down inside, appearing only as a close friend ho cares for his closest friend. |