Post by grimm on Dec 14, 2014 16:26:07 GMT -5
l a u r e l s t o r m
need to know
» clan: thunderclan.
» age: twenty-seven moons.
» gender: she-cat.
» rank: warrior.
» status: healthy.
» mentor/apprentice: if any.
» description: a white, long-haired she-cat with pale gold eyes. [/ul]
deeper
She has a confident sort of walk that can catch any cat's eye, however, there's a look about her that just tempts a person to try and challenge her say. She sort of acts like royalty, if one can consider that the proper terms, and takes care to make sure her appearance is the best to be seen, clan or rival clan alike. Another thing to note, as pretty as the she-cat is, and for how young she is, she has a number of scars buried under all that white fur, and many don't seem them unless sharing tongues with her, when they can get a feel of the raised flesh hidden away.
Most choose not to comment about it.
» personality: Laurelstorm is a conundrum.
She likes to keep herself look pretty, making sure is spick and span whenever any one's eyes are on her, and she almost seems to preen under the attention when someone offers the vain she-cat a compliment. She especially likes it when a friendly tom wants to get to know her a bit better then just complimenting her eyes or fur. However, as vain as she is, she also has very high standards, a trait she seemed to have picked up from her mother when Snowflower dropped her first mate Redstorm to go after Laurelstorm's father, Tigereye. She doesn't want just any tom. She expects the best of the best, and in all honesty, the best seems to mean the best figther.
Namely, the better fighter.
Laurelstorm is a fierce she-cat, as most are, but there's something else to her when she seems to fight. Most clan cats take to the fighting and border patrols as the usual touch and go sort of thing that helps to keep them fit, but to Laurelstorm, fighting is living and breathing life. There's nothing better then a good fight, in her mind at least, so when she gets a chance to swipe claws and fangs with a fellow feline, home clan or rival clan or non clan cat to boot, she's takes to the idea like fire to wood. She enjoys the thrill of it, feeling her claws catch in fur and skin. She enjoys the rush of power she gets and then the pain she withstand when her opponents get a good hit in. She spends as much time in the Medicine Cat den as she does outside of it.
She's a vain molly with a violent streak a mile wide, and she knows what she wants.
However, that doesn't mean she doesn't have a gentle side. It's just... a little harder to find under that poofy fur and scarred skin. As much as she likes to flirt, when she has a genuine interest in a tom, and he seems to be the smoother operator, she gets very nervous and twitchy. She loves the attention, deep down, but when someone is forceful with her, when she's used to most backing down from her own hard exterior, she gets a little tongue tied. It's best for a tom to work slow with her, while still being a little pushy.
Push too much, though, and you'll get a good raking of claws across your face.
» background: Born to Snowflower's second litter, Laurelkit, Elkkit, and _____ were Snowflower's pride and joy after her previous pregnancy with Redstorm. Laurelkit and her siblings had been doted upon and coddled like no other by their mother. They all loved it, but after getting a first taste of the outside world, they wanted nothing more then to be a part of it, especially Laurelkit, who saw her father for the great warrior he was, and wanted to be exactly like him. She was also awed by her mother, by her prettiness, and wanted to be just like her as well. After trying to figure out which she'd rather be, a rather insightful conversation told her all she needed to know.
Why not be both?
And so, with her mother's mentality and her father's proud words, she hoped for the best in her life and knew she would be the best. However, tragedy took the family as one of their children, Elkpaw, would not live to be a warrior, as he drowned upon the Riverclan border. She took the hit as hard as an of the family, finding the younger, and sweeter, Elkpaw to be the one sibling she simply had to protect no matter what. However, her and her brother, _______, would live on and carry his name in their hearts as they became warriors.
As an apprentice, she was a quick learner and an even fierce opponent when she learned what she needed to learn. Her mentor was her own mother, Snowflower, and she took pride in being taught by her willful mother, taking care to make sure she could impress her with her knowledge. However, when pitted against other apprentices, her mother noticed how easily Laurelpaw seemed to take to the actual fighting and how often she came out on top in the usual spars. Some of the other mentors even mentioned this, amazed at how quickly she was picking up all the information. However, when it started to get a little too hard on the other apprentcies, to the point that Laurelpaw had started instigating fights just to fight, Snowflower had to put her paw down.
The other cats had mentioned it to her many a time, upset and angry that she was giving her daughter such free range and began to question her skills. The she-cat was offended and she showed exactly what she thought of such harsh words. More then one cat sported wounds that day, but even so, Snowflower noticed that it was true when many apprentices were visiting the Medicine Cat den more then they needed too. She promptly sat her daughter down, and talked her through what she was doing. While fighting her clan mates was expected, so they could all grow stronger to protect the clan one day, going out and searching for trouble was a bad idea. When the honor of their family or their clan was at stake, then she had free range to rip into any cat that crossed her path. Laurelpaw took care to listen to her mother's words and put them into her heart as a sort of personal motto.
As the saying goes, 'ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them!'
Laurelpaw became Laurelstrom a few moons later, and with it, she seemed to grow into herself. She was beautiful, with her long white fur, now that she wasn't scrapping around all the time in the dirt, and her pale gold eyes that seemed all that welcoming compared to her the snarl she used to walk around on. It seemed the angry tomboy of a she-cat had grown up properly and become an elegant lady her mother was simply proud of. Cats who had never cared to look at her were now casting second glances at her, looking her over and marveling at how she had grown.
However, it seemed that her violent streak kept with her, and when a tom became a touch to friendly with her, when all she wanted to do was flirt a little, he usually got a face full of claws. Other toms were quick to learn that it wasn't a chance occurrence, and any improper behavior would not be tolerated with her. Her mother gave her knowing looks whenever they passed in camp, knowing exactly what she was doing. When sharing tongues together, she would often chide and chastise her daughter for leading them on just to get a chance to bare her claws at them. She found it improper of a lady, but Laurelstorm was grown now, and a proper warrior, so she heard her mother's words, listened to them, but kept them at her side, much preferring to flit about rather then choose one and settle when he could be the wrong one.
She got that much from her mother at least.
The darkness of whatever was looming, however, touched amongst Thunderclan third, amongst the clans, and Breezeheart retired, and Laurelstorm, thinking back now, wonders if that's when it happened. When everyone of power in the clans, the leaders and the deputies, started dying. Brightberry becoming a proper medicine cat was one of the lights in the darkness, but Mistwhisker's death was a toll on all, the old she-cat a face everyone knew well, Laurelstorm most of all. Just because she fought in her younger years doesn't mean she always won, and even now, during her current outings with fellow cats on border patrols became a touch too violent,she always visited Mistwhisker, a welcome sight in her growing collection of scars. She liked the old molly and liked talking to her what she did that time to earn her permanent accessories.
The battle at Fourtrees was a dark and dangerous affair, one that took no one by surprise with the rising tension, especially after their Medicine cat was sent from their camp in exile after the beginning of Starclan's silence. Laurelstorm wasn't too badly affected by the silence, unnerved sure, but she tried to keep her mind off it and away from all of that, throwing herself into the power and thrill of fighting as she could. Some cats still took chances to see if they could beat her, and even if they didn't win, they could still learn from their mistakes and grow stronger.
She earned some respect from that at least, and she grew just a touch more vain when she realized others didn't just see her as a pretty tail to follow.[/ul]
immediate kin
» sons: none.
» daughters: none.[/ul]
extended kin
» mother: Snowflower.
» brothers:
» sisters: Larkpaw, --paw, Lightningkit, Dawnkit.
(cut off is super weird in the history, but eh, oh well.)[/ul][/font]