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Post by flower on Jun 14, 2009 20:21:59 GMT -5
[Rainstorm]
[a storm of or with rain]
[she-cat]
[RiverClan]
[22 moons]
[Warrior]
____________[LOOKS]
Ah, Rainstorm. Quite a sight for sore eyes. Her gray fur alone says enough. It is thick and soft, and hugs Rainstorm's curves perfectly. Despite her lack of strong, rippling muscle, she does have enough to give her the sleek look that she is well-remembered for. Her fluffy, luxurious pelt is not sparkling silver tabby or light, but dark gray like low-hanging clouds about to spill their rain onto the earth. Her chest fur, though, is white with barely noticeable coal stripes running through it. More to the point of the picture, literally, is Rainstorm's dark pink nose which stands out from her dark stormy pelt nicely. Near her nose are white whiskers that are low on her face, and curl just beneath her muzzle. The fur behind Rainstorm's ears is fluffy and always stands out on end, which is quite comical when her ears twitch around, perceptive of all noises. Yet, looking past her pelt and everything else that makes up Rainstorm's good looks, her eyes stand out the most. What an amazing hue of green they are! Her pupils are narrow, which gives the green iris plenty of extra space in the eye, like a broad field of sweet grass.
Click for a pic of the lovely Rainstorm!
____________[PERSONA]
Heads turn. Eyes stare. Voices sigh in envy. And Rainstorm keeps her head and tail down so she she can scurry to the shade of a tree or a patch of reeds where she can see and not be seen. This is the world of Rainstorm. She is oblivious of her stunning good looks, and thinks all other cats hate her. This is why she is so shy. Yet what she doesn't realize is that everyone wants to be her friend, and she shuts out the world and crawls into her shell where she can never be disturbed. So because of this, everyone sees her as a great cliche' - the cat who is so shy but will someday meet that special cat and will open up to everyone and reveal the depth of her feelings and blah, blah, blah! Oh, speaking of depths of feelings, she is immensely loyal to RiverClan and respects all cats, though it appears she deems them unworthy of her attention. She knows it is not good for herself to stay behind her brick wall, so she involves herself in day-to-day Clan activities, but other than that she doesn't interact with her Clanmates much.
____________[HISTORY]
This was a time when the river was almost dried up and the fish population was so low that RiverClan was forced to prey upon creatures they didn't normally hunt. Occasionally there was a vole on the fresh-kill pile, maybe a baby snake, and once every two moons there was a tiny minnow. Needless to say, RiverClan was starving. None of the queens were fertile, and there wasn't much that poor Blackleaf, the medicine cat, could do about it because all the kits were dying too soon after birth.
Amidst the famine, there were Rushingstar, RiverClan's desperate leader, and his mate Fleeingthrush. She was due to have her kits in just a few days, and it wasn't long until the Gathering. If the kits were born healthy and they lived, Rushingstar would have a litter of kits to report to the other Clans. He was far too proud to say that his Clan was weak and starving, and if the kits didn't live, then he would have nothing to report. But his hopes for the kits' survival weren't very high, considering that Fleeingthrush had almost no milk and wouldn't have a figure at all if it weren't for her plump belly.
A few days passed, and a loud yowl of pain came from the nursery. More followed it, and five mewling kits came forth. They immediately scrambled toward Fleeingthrush's thin belly. Soon, she had no more milk left. However, Blackleaf was on the case, and gave her plenty of borage leaves for milk and poppy seeds for pain.
For quite a while, all the kits did was drink milk and sleep. During this time, Rushingstar and Fleeingthrush's full attention was focused on studying the kits' pelts and thinking up names. There were two kits that had Fleeingthrush's light brown tabby pelt and amber eyes. They were both toms, and were named Amberkit and Dustkit. The only way they could be told apart was Dustkit's slightly smaller figure. Another kit had Fleeingthrush's light brown tabby fur and green eyes that came from neither parent. She was deemed Cloverkit. One other kit had Rushingstar's midnight black pelt and Fleeingthrush's amber eyes. This kit was a tom, and was dubbed Rushkit, after his father. The last kit had a mysterious dark gray pelt that came from neither parent, and the same green eyes as Cloverkit. This was a she-cat, and was simply named Rainkit.
The kits survived their first moon, and were quite healthy. Rushingstar gushed with pride at the Gathering as he spoke of his newborn sons and daughters. Also, he reported RiverClan was in a time of plenty. The river was full of large fish and the fresh-kill pile was never empty. Though that doesn't sound quite right, it was. Shortly after the kits were born, water spilled into the river and rain came more often. New plants began to grow as though the forest had once again made the transition from Leafbare to Newleaf, though it was the middle of Greenleaf. Superstitious cats believed the kits to be a blessing from StarClan that brought forth prey and water. Now, whether that was true or not, I don't know. But it is certain the kits were blessed to have survived in the first place.
From birth and into apprenticehood, Rainkit and Cloverkit shared a special bond, probably because they were the only she-cats in the litter. They stuck together, often exploring places like Sunningrocks together though they were forbidden to go there. Often they would be punished for being mischevious, but they were inseparable. They hunted together, took their first swim in the river together, etc. Rainkit could confide in Cloverkit, who listened like no one else would.
The entire litter was apprenticed side by side, and then they started training individually. So Rainkit and Cloverkit went their seperate ways, but did battle training together as often as their mentors allowed. Rainkit had a very normal apprenticehood, and was made a warrior alongside her brothers and sister. She now thrives as Rainstorm of RiverClan.
____________[FAMILY]
PARENTS: Rushingstar ~ Fleeingthrush
SIBLINGS: Amberkit, Dustkit, Rushkit, Cloverkit, & Rainkit / Rainstorm
____________[PASSWORD]
Antediluvian
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