Post by The.Angry.Squall on Jan 11, 2007 20:31:56 GMT -5
Name:
Squallstar
Age:
60 Moons
7 lives left
Gender:
Male
Position:
Leader
Clan:
NightClan
Pictures:
Squallstar - warrior/leader age
Another shot of teh Squalleh xD
Appearance:
Although when compared to the large and powerful cats from DawnClan, Squallstar may seem like another lean, and scrawy thing from NightClan. But in fact, this is the perfect body-build for a cat such of his nature and of his lineage.
NightClan is famous for its dense, dark forest which they call home. Naturally, such a thick and constricting place would provide hinderance to a large cat with a stocky body and muscle mass. Squallstar is long and lean, enabling him to slip in between the twisted roots and boughs of branches easily within his forest home. His shoulders are slightly broad, however most of his muscle mass is located in his powerful limbs well toned with lean muscle, a product not only from navigating through the conditions of NightClan's forest, but also from swimming. Not only is NightClan famed for it forest, but also for its swimmers who brave the brackish waters of their side of the Cove River. Countless plunges into this very body of water have helped tone and shape him, and it was this very river that helped shape one of the features he has inherited from his ancestors: slightly webbed paw-pads to help swim against the current.
Another feature worth mentioning is his tail, which is thicker - and used as a rudder to help him steer as he cuts through water.
As for the aesthetics of Squallstar, he's a rugged tom - although he has been complimented for his good looks. His facial features are sharp and pointed, not at all flat or broad - coupled with golden almond-shaped eyes. As for his fur, it is a tabby pattern of black stripes and dark fur to help blend into the wooded area - but is also flecked with streaks of bright ginger, along with a white muzzle, paws, and chest.
Personality:
Squallstar isn't a very complicated fellow with no dark secrets, no faked personalities, and certainly no hidden desires.
In fact, he is a very open Clanleader - letting everyone and anyone know what he's feeling. There are no boundaries for Squallstar, no taboos of the Clancat structure that allow him to keep his tongue in check. For example, if a member of his Clan is annoying him, he makes sure to let them know - whether they be elder, kit, apprentice, etc.
He is also rather impulsive, following ideas and thoughts on a whim without a second to think of the consequences. He also follows his instinct and whatever gut feeling he has more often than his own thoughts or the advice of other cats. And, although Squallstar sometimes the brightest of cats, he does have his moments when some wisdom shines through thanks to his instincts. And, unlike other leaders who choose to hide their emotions in the face of crises, Squallstar will confide in someone - be it his deputy or his medicine cat so that he can at least get his thoughts off his chest.
To summarise, Squallstar is simply Squallstar - no affectations, just himself.
This has given both respecting admirers and critics, some praising Squallstar while others call him out for his rash and sometimes rude behavior...
Currently, though, Squallstar is allowing an emotion he should keep private sing loud and clear for everyone to know. He's moping around his den at night, watching mates cuddle and share tongues quietly amongst themselves. It's quite obvious in the dark tabby's eyes that he's looking for something - that he's looking for love.
There is one last quirk of Squallstar that developed ever since he was a kit. Squallstar forms great attatchments to other cats, sometimes becoming dependent and needy upon these fellow felines - which is obviously a problem for the tom, one that he recognizes and is currently doing his best to fix...
History:
[E]arly Life[/u]
He was born during a storm, a loud, yowling kit - one of two kits to survive out of a litter of three. His young mother, Wildwind, was quite pleased with her first son and - to commerate the 'storm' he was born from - named him Squallkit while his quieter brother was named Breezekit. (Although, when she thought back on the night - she would remember that she named him with the prefix "Squall" because of the loud racket he made)
In the Nursery, Squallkit was already showing signs of the strength and power that would aid him in his later years. Breezekit wasn't a very strong cat - and Squallkit seemed to realize this so - he turned his attentions and energy upon the older kits in the Nursery and had a good time beating them each time they fought. He was also showing signs of his "rash" behavior, often times saying rude things or comments in the faces of senior cats without a second thought about it and he had quite the reputation for upsetting younger kits.
But, that did not mean he was not close to Breezekit. In fact, they were attached to the hip - always together and always with each other whenever Squallkit wasn't fending off the bigger Nursery playmates. They were becoming codependent, or at least, Breezekit was - and soon enough, he couldn't seperate from his brother for too long.
His father, Stoneclaw, had an eye for budding apprentices and - to ensure that his son had the best training possible - made every attempt to drop hints to the current leader that he wanted his son for an apprentice. He didn't seem to notice Breezekit's need to stay with his brother, and so continued to request for his son to be his apprentice. The leader, Dogstar, did not indicate whether she would fullfill Stoneclaw's request or not - and so he had to wait to see if his wish was granted come Squallkit's apprentice ceremony.
When the time came and Squallkit was presented to the Clan, Dogstar stood tall and proud before she yowled for all the Clan to hear. She announced Squallkit as Squallpaw and - as a small shock for the Clan - said that she would be Squallpaw's mentor.
No one seemed to protest and it was young Squallpaw who happily yowled that his mentor was Clanleader. However, Breezepaw didn't seem to take this too well - but for the sake of his brother, said nothing.
Under the watchful eye, and patience of Dogstar - Squallpaw was taught everything he could possibly need to know for his future life. Dogstar threw him into the river, threw him into the sea - left him behind in the forest to find his way back by himself. It was seen as cruel training, but Squallpaw didn't complain, and would later reap the benefits of this slightly unfair experience. This also did good for Squallpaw, the codependancy he was starting to develop on his younger sibling was weakening - before it vanished completely after the long days of training alone with Dogstar.
As for Breezepaw, he was left with his father and his own dependancy on his brother did not vanish as well. The connection to Stoneclaw was enough to remind him of his mother, and most importantly of his brother so - even if he was free from Squallpaw's presence most of the time and free to make more friends amongst the other apprentices (He wasn't as rude as Squallpaw was) he still had a strong connection to his sibling and a strong need to be with his sibling at any given moment...
Eventually, the two apprentices were deemed fit to be warriors - and were well accepted into the Clan. Squallpaw was, as expected of him, a powerful young warrior and his sibling Breezepaw was also becoming a warrior that would make NightClan proud.
Many suspected that the two brothers would be a fierce fighting pair - Squallpaw's strength combined with Breezepaw's intelligence was indeed a good sign, and the fact that they got along so well was another sign.
Dogstar, aware of this, gave them each interesting names: Squallstorm and Breezestorm.
The brothers were quite pleased with this; they shared the same name, and therefore their bond, although weakened, would still be there. The newly named Squallstorm and Breezestorm then shared a rather restless Warriors Vigil where they did their best not to talk to one another.
[W]arrior, [D]eputy Life[/u]
As expected, the two warriors began to make names for themselves the moment that their vigil ended.
Squallstorm's strength, and Breezestorm's brilliant mind served the clan well for nearly twenty-four moons - the two warriors proving themselves loyal, valuable warriors for NightClan. The two brothers shared a wonderful time together, fighting side-by-side and as one -- it was as if nothing could have stopped the two felines...
However, StarClan seemed to have something in store for Squallstorm, and that meant that something in his life had to be drastically changed. His growing codependence on Breezestorm was troubling - and perhaps a warrior ancestor of the two toms knew that this would interfere in whatever future StarClan knew was in store for Squallstorm.
And so - they took Breezestorm away from his brother, in the form of a scuffle between NightClan and *DawnClan at the river that serves as their border. A DawnClan warrior was able to seperate the two brothers as they fought against him, and went for the weaker of the two - Breezestorm fighting viciously against his attacker in a battle he knew he couldn't win alone.
Squallstorm saw this, and in a bitter rage flung himself at his brother's attacker - trying to throw the other warrior off of him. The DawnClan cat whirled around onto Squallstorm then, and in the process pushed Breezestorm out of the way...
... And into the river. Cats stopped in their fights at the fierce, shrill yowling that came from Squallstorm as he watched his brother flail in the water. The tom was able to shake his shocked opponent off, and rushed into the raging water - to try and save him but Breezestorm was too weak to continue fighting, and was swept away in the current...
Without a body, Breezestorm could not be mourned properly - however it was Squallstar who stood in the center of camp, crying his anger and his pain up to the stars as he stood a vigil for his departed brother. His mourning did not end that night, however, and for many, many days did Squallstar express his woes and miseries to the Clan - so much so that his Clanmates suspected he would suicide if he wasn't cured - if something didn't change...
And it was then that Dogstar found the solution that would save her distraught apprentice: she appointed Squallstar as a mentor.
A wide-eyed runt by the name of Owlpaw was named Squallstar's apprentice, and despite Squallstar's reputation - he was eager to learn under this suppossedly great cat. And Squallstar was quite eager, too, for Owlpaw offered a companionship after the loss of his brother - however the gap would not be filled, but only heal over slightly - leaving behind a scar.
But, whether or not Squallstar was still depressed over his sibling's misfortune, he was an amazing mentor for young Owlpaw. Like Dogstar before him, he taught Owlpaw the harsh way to learn life within NightClan territory - and with great results. Despite his size, Owlpaw was certainly a good apprentice - and was showing great promise with each day that passed, and soon enough he was welcomed into the ranks of warriors.
It was the same night that the newly named Owltalon held his vigil that a geat tragedy overtook the whole Clan. A badger ambled on into camp, this not even a yearling animal but a veteran, with great anger in its beady black eyes. It lunged at the group of cats, and in mid-lunge did the previous NightClan deputy leap up, to intercept its attack.
He was mauled, and after a shriek escaped Dogstar - all the warriors sprang up and upon the badger as their Medicine Cat dragged away their fallen deputy. Squallstar was the cat to land the finishing blow upon the badger, and although it was a victory for the cats - it had a bittersweet ending.
The previous deputy didn't die, but was immobilized - his backlegs broken so that they would never heal properly again. He was forced to relinquish his position as deputy - and in his stead he nominated Squallstorm to become his successor, a decision that no one disagreed with.
[Rise to Leader][/u]
Moons passed, and Clanlife continued. Squallstorm, at first, was not the perfect deputy - calling out orders on a whim, only to take them back when he realized that they were foolish. But, he grew better as each day went by, and soon enough he began to adjust to his current position in life...
And, soon enough, his position would change drastically - and although it was a good change there was loss in the process...
Another feud broke out between DuskClan and DawnClan, and although the wise DayClan stood out of it, NightClan was dragged into the fray. Now Dogstar was begining to show signs of her age, and although Squallstorm requested she stay behind to rest - she continued forward, intent on leading the battle for her Clan and for her own pride.
The battle was fierce, NightClan fighting alongside DuskClan allies who were brutal in their tactics against the opposing DawnClan. But, DawnClan was just as ruthless in this battle - and although Squallstorm enjoyed a good fight, there was something about this rivalry between the two clans that went beyond the usual Clan-boundaries...
It was when a terrible yowling reached his ears that he realized that his thoughts were true. Something wrenched in his gut, and Squallstorm rushed over to the source of the cry - only to find Dogstar, lieing still upon the ground with NightClan warriors surrounding her - to protect her.
The battle between Dawn and Dusk still raged on - uncaring that one from their ranks had dealt a fatal blow to a Clan leader. Squallstorm was furious - but before he could scream his rage to the two fighting Clans, he ordered the remaining cats to regroup, and carry Dogstar out of the fray.
They followed his direction without another word - scrambling back to NightClan territory with their leader. Squallstorm, however, remained behind - to glance back at the feuding cats with disgust in his golden gaze.
He yowled at them - screeching in fury that he would never participate or aid one of those clans ever again, and after that he ran back to his territory - unsure whether or not the other two Clans heard his cry...
By the time they reached camp, Dogstar was already dead. He mourned the loss, this another scar over Squallstorm's heart - however that night he couldn't stand vigil over his fallen leader.
His Clan was worried, fearful that DawnClan or DuskClan would come to their camp - to attack the "cowards" who turned tail and fled in the midst of battle. So, to soothe his Clan - despite how much it hurt him in the process - he travelled to gain his nine lives, and so became the official leader of NightClan...
[T]he [N]inth Life
Just days after being named Clan-leader, another battle raged that had earlier claimed the life of his predecessor, Dogstar. This time, they were fighting with the DawnClan cats - despite the newly named Squallstar's earlier cry that he would not continue on with this squabble.
But, despite his earlier words, he found himself tearing into the pelt of a fierce and yowling DuskClan cat as he fought alongside his own Clanmates and their DawnClan allies. It was as he wrestled with someone - at the moment he couldn't care who it was - he caught out of the corner of his eye the tiny scrap, Owltalon, screeching in fury and rage as DayClan cats overtook the smaller tom.
Enraged that they would dare attack like cowards in a pack - Squallstar shook off his opponent and launched himself into the fray. He felt so alive as he bowled into the other cats, snarling and hissing his fury over the entire ordeal. He could remember watching little Owltalon slinking away from the worst of the danger while he took on the remaining DayClan cats alone.
Perhaps he felt too alive in that moment of time - for he did not notice that, as they fought, the DayClan cats were affectively pushing him closer - and closer towards the river until...
He found himself in StarClan's forest, the nine who gave him his lives surrounding him with sorrow in their eyes - although he could have sworn his brother was grinning at him. They reassured Squallstar that he would be back to the battle momentarilly and when Squallstar demanded why he had drowned, it was Breezestorm who shrugged his shoulders and mewed.
"That rock you always warned me about - well, dear brother, you fell onto it."[/i]
Soon, Squallstar awoke, now on the riverbank with Owltalon and a few other warriors surrounding him. He coughed, hacking up the water that he swallowed and spit it upon the sand - only to hear both the excited and frightened mews of his Clanmates.
"They're fighting harder now, Squallstar -"
"You boosted their moral... We're driving them back now!"
"Squallstar, come to your feet and lead us again!"
And many others rang loud and clear in his ears. But, he strained to listen to the only one that mattered to him at the moment and - when his senses came back to him completely, he saw the smaller cat loom over him with wide eyes.
"... Did you die, because of me?"
He had no time to answer this, and only stood to his paws - shaking out his wet fur. Then, without so much as another word he yowled fiercely, his cry taken up by his Clanmates and their DawnClan allies - and soon, he was charging into battle once more.
They fought fiercely that day, and in the end the Clans of Night and Dawn were victorious. But, to this day, Squallstar had yet to answer the shocked warrior.
[T]he [E]igth Life
The loss of this life occured nearly a moon and a half after the battle with DayClan and DuskClan. Heavy winds and rains during Greenleaf caused some cats to worry, not because of the wet weather but because the summer months were known for thunderstorms.
And, one night, such a storm came that swept and howled fiercely over the camp. Squallstar, restless with this danger, remained awake that night - prowling around camp to ensure that no one was hurt in the coming storm...
But, even the most watchful of eyes cannot see everything - especially in the dark.
The night itself was a blurry event for poor Squallstar, something that he can only vaguely recall as it was dark as pitch - and the pouring rain only served to obscure his vision. But, he heard a loud moan - and wailing - as a tree was struck by lighting, and began to tumble down, onto the Elder's den.
Squallstar had leapt in, had managed to push most of the elder cats out - but the tree fell upon him and would have crushed him underneath its weight - but warriors were already streaming in to rescue their leader as he fell in a trance...
He was in the forest clearing again, Breezestrom and the nine surrounding him once more. Again, they reassured he would be back soon enough and - just as these words fell from their lips, he was within the Medicine Cat's den.
Current
It's been quite awhile since Squallstar has lost another life, or if anything of interest has happened to him that goes beyond the daily lives of warrior cats.
Other:
Mate:
None, interested in Emeraldsong
Kits:
None
Family:
EDIT
Friends:
Blackmist//NC Med. Cat, black and brown mottled tom//alive
Enemies:
Blackheart//NC Warrior, black she-cat with orange eyes//alive
*Just a little tidbit to throw in, xD For that plot, yanno.
;D Well. I was thinking of a plot that involves Squall and his longing for love which equals "OMGBABIES" for the site plot we're all thinking about...
And I suppose, if anyone wants to create any of the aforementioned characters who caused the loss of a life, they are free to do so. ^^
IC:
((>.>;; From another RP-site if you don't mind))
It wasn't anything new, in fact she had seen this day in and day out for the whole of Leafbare for the past thirty two or so moons of her life when she was allowed outside of camp. But still, to a cat who's self and clan relied heavily upon a steady diet of fish - there was still something disheartening when one found their main food source frozen over.
This particular part of the river was once wild, roaring and growling down the riverbed with silvery fish darting in and out underneath the clear waters. Now, however, a layer of ice had tamed this wild portion of the river - silencing its once deafening roars to a small growl. It would have been worse, though, if the fish that had swam in this river were frozen, too, - but the silver sprites were visible underneath the layer. They teased and taunted any hungry cat, darting just underneath the protective layer of ice only to vanish again in the murky depths.
If it was colder, if there was more snow - Littlesnow would have taken her chances with the ice and would have dared to pad across it, or even better - break a hole in it and scoop out fish as they came.
But it was still early Leafbare, and even if there was ice - there was no assurance that it would be thick and stable enough to hold the weight of even the lightest cat.
Black-shaded ears pricked forward as her brows furrowed in careful thought as she stared at the ice for a moment longer. She was crouched and ready, all paws bundled underneath her body as green and blue eyes surveyed the scene before them. Paws twitched in anticipation, the front claws just waiting to be unsheathed and used. However, ears once pricked fell back flat as the feline came to a conclusion - the hunter once tense and ready to take home the kill sagging slightly in defeat.
"... It's not worth the risk," she murmured to herself then - carefully shifting now from her crouched position to all four paws. Littlesnow tossed one final glance back at the ice and at the silver fish that continued to dart underneath the layer - but she shook her head and turned away.
'Downstream - the river runs faster, it wouldn't have frozen so easily...'
For a cat of AzureClan, it was a much better option to take open water - where there was a chance to reach the other side and firm land than it was to tred across ice, only to fall in and drown.
With that thought in mind - Littlesnow turned and began to bound down along the water's edge, hoping that her search for food would be fruitfull downstream...
Codes:
Blade, Feline
Squallstar
Age:
60 Moons
7 lives left
Gender:
Male
Position:
Leader
Clan:
NightClan
Pictures:
Squallstar - warrior/leader age
Another shot of teh Squalleh xD
Appearance:
Although when compared to the large and powerful cats from DawnClan, Squallstar may seem like another lean, and scrawy thing from NightClan. But in fact, this is the perfect body-build for a cat such of his nature and of his lineage.
NightClan is famous for its dense, dark forest which they call home. Naturally, such a thick and constricting place would provide hinderance to a large cat with a stocky body and muscle mass. Squallstar is long and lean, enabling him to slip in between the twisted roots and boughs of branches easily within his forest home. His shoulders are slightly broad, however most of his muscle mass is located in his powerful limbs well toned with lean muscle, a product not only from navigating through the conditions of NightClan's forest, but also from swimming. Not only is NightClan famed for it forest, but also for its swimmers who brave the brackish waters of their side of the Cove River. Countless plunges into this very body of water have helped tone and shape him, and it was this very river that helped shape one of the features he has inherited from his ancestors: slightly webbed paw-pads to help swim against the current.
Another feature worth mentioning is his tail, which is thicker - and used as a rudder to help him steer as he cuts through water.
As for the aesthetics of Squallstar, he's a rugged tom - although he has been complimented for his good looks. His facial features are sharp and pointed, not at all flat or broad - coupled with golden almond-shaped eyes. As for his fur, it is a tabby pattern of black stripes and dark fur to help blend into the wooded area - but is also flecked with streaks of bright ginger, along with a white muzzle, paws, and chest.
Personality:
Squallstar isn't a very complicated fellow with no dark secrets, no faked personalities, and certainly no hidden desires.
In fact, he is a very open Clanleader - letting everyone and anyone know what he's feeling. There are no boundaries for Squallstar, no taboos of the Clancat structure that allow him to keep his tongue in check. For example, if a member of his Clan is annoying him, he makes sure to let them know - whether they be elder, kit, apprentice, etc.
He is also rather impulsive, following ideas and thoughts on a whim without a second to think of the consequences. He also follows his instinct and whatever gut feeling he has more often than his own thoughts or the advice of other cats. And, although Squallstar sometimes the brightest of cats, he does have his moments when some wisdom shines through thanks to his instincts. And, unlike other leaders who choose to hide their emotions in the face of crises, Squallstar will confide in someone - be it his deputy or his medicine cat so that he can at least get his thoughts off his chest.
To summarise, Squallstar is simply Squallstar - no affectations, just himself.
This has given both respecting admirers and critics, some praising Squallstar while others call him out for his rash and sometimes rude behavior...
Currently, though, Squallstar is allowing an emotion he should keep private sing loud and clear for everyone to know. He's moping around his den at night, watching mates cuddle and share tongues quietly amongst themselves. It's quite obvious in the dark tabby's eyes that he's looking for something - that he's looking for love.
There is one last quirk of Squallstar that developed ever since he was a kit. Squallstar forms great attatchments to other cats, sometimes becoming dependent and needy upon these fellow felines - which is obviously a problem for the tom, one that he recognizes and is currently doing his best to fix...
History:
[E]arly Life[/u]
He was born during a storm, a loud, yowling kit - one of two kits to survive out of a litter of three. His young mother, Wildwind, was quite pleased with her first son and - to commerate the 'storm' he was born from - named him Squallkit while his quieter brother was named Breezekit. (Although, when she thought back on the night - she would remember that she named him with the prefix "Squall" because of the loud racket he made)
In the Nursery, Squallkit was already showing signs of the strength and power that would aid him in his later years. Breezekit wasn't a very strong cat - and Squallkit seemed to realize this so - he turned his attentions and energy upon the older kits in the Nursery and had a good time beating them each time they fought. He was also showing signs of his "rash" behavior, often times saying rude things or comments in the faces of senior cats without a second thought about it and he had quite the reputation for upsetting younger kits.
But, that did not mean he was not close to Breezekit. In fact, they were attached to the hip - always together and always with each other whenever Squallkit wasn't fending off the bigger Nursery playmates. They were becoming codependent, or at least, Breezekit was - and soon enough, he couldn't seperate from his brother for too long.
His father, Stoneclaw, had an eye for budding apprentices and - to ensure that his son had the best training possible - made every attempt to drop hints to the current leader that he wanted his son for an apprentice. He didn't seem to notice Breezekit's need to stay with his brother, and so continued to request for his son to be his apprentice. The leader, Dogstar, did not indicate whether she would fullfill Stoneclaw's request or not - and so he had to wait to see if his wish was granted come Squallkit's apprentice ceremony.
When the time came and Squallkit was presented to the Clan, Dogstar stood tall and proud before she yowled for all the Clan to hear. She announced Squallkit as Squallpaw and - as a small shock for the Clan - said that she would be Squallpaw's mentor.
No one seemed to protest and it was young Squallpaw who happily yowled that his mentor was Clanleader. However, Breezepaw didn't seem to take this too well - but for the sake of his brother, said nothing.
Under the watchful eye, and patience of Dogstar - Squallpaw was taught everything he could possibly need to know for his future life. Dogstar threw him into the river, threw him into the sea - left him behind in the forest to find his way back by himself. It was seen as cruel training, but Squallpaw didn't complain, and would later reap the benefits of this slightly unfair experience. This also did good for Squallpaw, the codependancy he was starting to develop on his younger sibling was weakening - before it vanished completely after the long days of training alone with Dogstar.
As for Breezepaw, he was left with his father and his own dependancy on his brother did not vanish as well. The connection to Stoneclaw was enough to remind him of his mother, and most importantly of his brother so - even if he was free from Squallpaw's presence most of the time and free to make more friends amongst the other apprentices (He wasn't as rude as Squallpaw was) he still had a strong connection to his sibling and a strong need to be with his sibling at any given moment...
Eventually, the two apprentices were deemed fit to be warriors - and were well accepted into the Clan. Squallpaw was, as expected of him, a powerful young warrior and his sibling Breezepaw was also becoming a warrior that would make NightClan proud.
Many suspected that the two brothers would be a fierce fighting pair - Squallpaw's strength combined with Breezepaw's intelligence was indeed a good sign, and the fact that they got along so well was another sign.
Dogstar, aware of this, gave them each interesting names: Squallstorm and Breezestorm.
The brothers were quite pleased with this; they shared the same name, and therefore their bond, although weakened, would still be there. The newly named Squallstorm and Breezestorm then shared a rather restless Warriors Vigil where they did their best not to talk to one another.
[W]arrior, [D]eputy Life[/u]
As expected, the two warriors began to make names for themselves the moment that their vigil ended.
Squallstorm's strength, and Breezestorm's brilliant mind served the clan well for nearly twenty-four moons - the two warriors proving themselves loyal, valuable warriors for NightClan. The two brothers shared a wonderful time together, fighting side-by-side and as one -- it was as if nothing could have stopped the two felines...
However, StarClan seemed to have something in store for Squallstorm, and that meant that something in his life had to be drastically changed. His growing codependence on Breezestorm was troubling - and perhaps a warrior ancestor of the two toms knew that this would interfere in whatever future StarClan knew was in store for Squallstorm.
And so - they took Breezestorm away from his brother, in the form of a scuffle between NightClan and *DawnClan at the river that serves as their border. A DawnClan warrior was able to seperate the two brothers as they fought against him, and went for the weaker of the two - Breezestorm fighting viciously against his attacker in a battle he knew he couldn't win alone.
Squallstorm saw this, and in a bitter rage flung himself at his brother's attacker - trying to throw the other warrior off of him. The DawnClan cat whirled around onto Squallstorm then, and in the process pushed Breezestorm out of the way...
... And into the river. Cats stopped in their fights at the fierce, shrill yowling that came from Squallstorm as he watched his brother flail in the water. The tom was able to shake his shocked opponent off, and rushed into the raging water - to try and save him but Breezestorm was too weak to continue fighting, and was swept away in the current...
Without a body, Breezestorm could not be mourned properly - however it was Squallstar who stood in the center of camp, crying his anger and his pain up to the stars as he stood a vigil for his departed brother. His mourning did not end that night, however, and for many, many days did Squallstar express his woes and miseries to the Clan - so much so that his Clanmates suspected he would suicide if he wasn't cured - if something didn't change...
And it was then that Dogstar found the solution that would save her distraught apprentice: she appointed Squallstar as a mentor.
A wide-eyed runt by the name of Owlpaw was named Squallstar's apprentice, and despite Squallstar's reputation - he was eager to learn under this suppossedly great cat. And Squallstar was quite eager, too, for Owlpaw offered a companionship after the loss of his brother - however the gap would not be filled, but only heal over slightly - leaving behind a scar.
But, whether or not Squallstar was still depressed over his sibling's misfortune, he was an amazing mentor for young Owlpaw. Like Dogstar before him, he taught Owlpaw the harsh way to learn life within NightClan territory - and with great results. Despite his size, Owlpaw was certainly a good apprentice - and was showing great promise with each day that passed, and soon enough he was welcomed into the ranks of warriors.
It was the same night that the newly named Owltalon held his vigil that a geat tragedy overtook the whole Clan. A badger ambled on into camp, this not even a yearling animal but a veteran, with great anger in its beady black eyes. It lunged at the group of cats, and in mid-lunge did the previous NightClan deputy leap up, to intercept its attack.
He was mauled, and after a shriek escaped Dogstar - all the warriors sprang up and upon the badger as their Medicine Cat dragged away their fallen deputy. Squallstar was the cat to land the finishing blow upon the badger, and although it was a victory for the cats - it had a bittersweet ending.
The previous deputy didn't die, but was immobilized - his backlegs broken so that they would never heal properly again. He was forced to relinquish his position as deputy - and in his stead he nominated Squallstorm to become his successor, a decision that no one disagreed with.
[Rise to Leader][/u]
Moons passed, and Clanlife continued. Squallstorm, at first, was not the perfect deputy - calling out orders on a whim, only to take them back when he realized that they were foolish. But, he grew better as each day went by, and soon enough he began to adjust to his current position in life...
And, soon enough, his position would change drastically - and although it was a good change there was loss in the process...
Another feud broke out between DuskClan and DawnClan, and although the wise DayClan stood out of it, NightClan was dragged into the fray. Now Dogstar was begining to show signs of her age, and although Squallstorm requested she stay behind to rest - she continued forward, intent on leading the battle for her Clan and for her own pride.
The battle was fierce, NightClan fighting alongside DuskClan allies who were brutal in their tactics against the opposing DawnClan. But, DawnClan was just as ruthless in this battle - and although Squallstorm enjoyed a good fight, there was something about this rivalry between the two clans that went beyond the usual Clan-boundaries...
It was when a terrible yowling reached his ears that he realized that his thoughts were true. Something wrenched in his gut, and Squallstorm rushed over to the source of the cry - only to find Dogstar, lieing still upon the ground with NightClan warriors surrounding her - to protect her.
The battle between Dawn and Dusk still raged on - uncaring that one from their ranks had dealt a fatal blow to a Clan leader. Squallstorm was furious - but before he could scream his rage to the two fighting Clans, he ordered the remaining cats to regroup, and carry Dogstar out of the fray.
They followed his direction without another word - scrambling back to NightClan territory with their leader. Squallstorm, however, remained behind - to glance back at the feuding cats with disgust in his golden gaze.
He yowled at them - screeching in fury that he would never participate or aid one of those clans ever again, and after that he ran back to his territory - unsure whether or not the other two Clans heard his cry...
By the time they reached camp, Dogstar was already dead. He mourned the loss, this another scar over Squallstorm's heart - however that night he couldn't stand vigil over his fallen leader.
His Clan was worried, fearful that DawnClan or DuskClan would come to their camp - to attack the "cowards" who turned tail and fled in the midst of battle. So, to soothe his Clan - despite how much it hurt him in the process - he travelled to gain his nine lives, and so became the official leader of NightClan...
[T]he [N]inth Life
Just days after being named Clan-leader, another battle raged that had earlier claimed the life of his predecessor, Dogstar. This time, they were fighting with the DawnClan cats - despite the newly named Squallstar's earlier cry that he would not continue on with this squabble.
But, despite his earlier words, he found himself tearing into the pelt of a fierce and yowling DuskClan cat as he fought alongside his own Clanmates and their DawnClan allies. It was as he wrestled with someone - at the moment he couldn't care who it was - he caught out of the corner of his eye the tiny scrap, Owltalon, screeching in fury and rage as DayClan cats overtook the smaller tom.
Enraged that they would dare attack like cowards in a pack - Squallstar shook off his opponent and launched himself into the fray. He felt so alive as he bowled into the other cats, snarling and hissing his fury over the entire ordeal. He could remember watching little Owltalon slinking away from the worst of the danger while he took on the remaining DayClan cats alone.
Perhaps he felt too alive in that moment of time - for he did not notice that, as they fought, the DayClan cats were affectively pushing him closer - and closer towards the river until...
He found himself in StarClan's forest, the nine who gave him his lives surrounding him with sorrow in their eyes - although he could have sworn his brother was grinning at him. They reassured Squallstar that he would be back to the battle momentarilly and when Squallstar demanded why he had drowned, it was Breezestorm who shrugged his shoulders and mewed.
"That rock you always warned me about - well, dear brother, you fell onto it."[/i]
Soon, Squallstar awoke, now on the riverbank with Owltalon and a few other warriors surrounding him. He coughed, hacking up the water that he swallowed and spit it upon the sand - only to hear both the excited and frightened mews of his Clanmates.
"They're fighting harder now, Squallstar -"
"You boosted their moral... We're driving them back now!"
"Squallstar, come to your feet and lead us again!"
And many others rang loud and clear in his ears. But, he strained to listen to the only one that mattered to him at the moment and - when his senses came back to him completely, he saw the smaller cat loom over him with wide eyes.
"... Did you die, because of me?"
He had no time to answer this, and only stood to his paws - shaking out his wet fur. Then, without so much as another word he yowled fiercely, his cry taken up by his Clanmates and their DawnClan allies - and soon, he was charging into battle once more.
They fought fiercely that day, and in the end the Clans of Night and Dawn were victorious. But, to this day, Squallstar had yet to answer the shocked warrior.
[T]he [E]igth Life
The loss of this life occured nearly a moon and a half after the battle with DayClan and DuskClan. Heavy winds and rains during Greenleaf caused some cats to worry, not because of the wet weather but because the summer months were known for thunderstorms.
And, one night, such a storm came that swept and howled fiercely over the camp. Squallstar, restless with this danger, remained awake that night - prowling around camp to ensure that no one was hurt in the coming storm...
But, even the most watchful of eyes cannot see everything - especially in the dark.
The night itself was a blurry event for poor Squallstar, something that he can only vaguely recall as it was dark as pitch - and the pouring rain only served to obscure his vision. But, he heard a loud moan - and wailing - as a tree was struck by lighting, and began to tumble down, onto the Elder's den.
Squallstar had leapt in, had managed to push most of the elder cats out - but the tree fell upon him and would have crushed him underneath its weight - but warriors were already streaming in to rescue their leader as he fell in a trance...
He was in the forest clearing again, Breezestrom and the nine surrounding him once more. Again, they reassured he would be back soon enough and - just as these words fell from their lips, he was within the Medicine Cat's den.
Current
It's been quite awhile since Squallstar has lost another life, or if anything of interest has happened to him that goes beyond the daily lives of warrior cats.
Other:
Mate:
None, interested in Emeraldsong
Kits:
None
Family:
EDIT
Friends:
Blackmist//NC Med. Cat, black and brown mottled tom//alive
Enemies:
Blackheart//NC Warrior, black she-cat with orange eyes//alive
*Just a little tidbit to throw in, xD For that plot, yanno.
;D Well. I was thinking of a plot that involves Squall and his longing for love which equals "OMGBABIES" for the site plot we're all thinking about...
And I suppose, if anyone wants to create any of the aforementioned characters who caused the loss of a life, they are free to do so. ^^
IC:
((>.>;; From another RP-site if you don't mind))
It wasn't anything new, in fact she had seen this day in and day out for the whole of Leafbare for the past thirty two or so moons of her life when she was allowed outside of camp. But still, to a cat who's self and clan relied heavily upon a steady diet of fish - there was still something disheartening when one found their main food source frozen over.
This particular part of the river was once wild, roaring and growling down the riverbed with silvery fish darting in and out underneath the clear waters. Now, however, a layer of ice had tamed this wild portion of the river - silencing its once deafening roars to a small growl. It would have been worse, though, if the fish that had swam in this river were frozen, too, - but the silver sprites were visible underneath the layer. They teased and taunted any hungry cat, darting just underneath the protective layer of ice only to vanish again in the murky depths.
If it was colder, if there was more snow - Littlesnow would have taken her chances with the ice and would have dared to pad across it, or even better - break a hole in it and scoop out fish as they came.
But it was still early Leafbare, and even if there was ice - there was no assurance that it would be thick and stable enough to hold the weight of even the lightest cat.
Black-shaded ears pricked forward as her brows furrowed in careful thought as she stared at the ice for a moment longer. She was crouched and ready, all paws bundled underneath her body as green and blue eyes surveyed the scene before them. Paws twitched in anticipation, the front claws just waiting to be unsheathed and used. However, ears once pricked fell back flat as the feline came to a conclusion - the hunter once tense and ready to take home the kill sagging slightly in defeat.
"... It's not worth the risk," she murmured to herself then - carefully shifting now from her crouched position to all four paws. Littlesnow tossed one final glance back at the ice and at the silver fish that continued to dart underneath the layer - but she shook her head and turned away.
'Downstream - the river runs faster, it wouldn't have frozen so easily...'
For a cat of AzureClan, it was a much better option to take open water - where there was a chance to reach the other side and firm land than it was to tred across ice, only to fall in and drown.
With that thought in mind - Littlesnow turned and began to bound down along the water's edge, hoping that her search for food would be fruitfull downstream...
Codes:
Blade, Feline
