darkstorm // serenityclan

[dark]

Name:
Darkstorm

Gender:
Female

Age:
31 moons

Clan:
SerenityClan

Rank:
Warrior

Looks:
Darkstorm's name matches both her heart and her pelt. But at the moment, we'll talk about her pelt. It is as bright as night and has no other distinguishing hue. Since it's the darkest hue there is, she's quite proud of it, proud of herself, and usually places herself in a stance that would make one think that she was born into nobility. She was simply born into SerenityClan. Still, she holds herself upward like that for a couple different reasons: the first is because she feels that she breathes nobility into her beloved Clan; the second is because it is intimindating. Perhaps not to the hot-headed rogues that dare enter the territory, but it can be to rival warriors, especially apprentices, and helps in conserving energy.

Beneath her pelt runs an impressive array of scars. These scars were collected over time from a variety of situations: battles against foxes, badgers, and other felines of the sort. The scars on her body also vary. Some were minor injuries that should have healed without any problem, others held memories of great battles and great victories. One she was particularly proud of was a scar that parted her fur ever so slightly, from her shoulder to her flank on her right side. It was a gift from a fox she managed to kill as a young apprentice, but I'll go into detail about that later in her history.

Her eyes are probably the distinguishing quality and help add to her intimidation factor, along with her size and stance. They're golden amber, round and intelligent looking. They can also hold a petrifying look of anger and hatred when she so chooses. It's enough to freeze even the most courageous warriors in their spot. It helps that her pelt and eyes contrast to greatly; that way, the first thing the enemy sees is her bareful glare, and soon after, her big mitts with talons unsheathed, with which she will rip their flesh open.

Actions:
She was destined for the side of evil, but that doesn't necessarily mean she lets that show day and night. Quite the opposite, in fact; she was known to be a very calm figure in daily Clan life. Calm, but strong. Very strong. Power. Her entire aura around her demonstrated nothing less than that. Now, simply because she is categorized as "evil" doesn't mean one should go stereotyping. That would be a mistake and mistakes are something that this she-cat doesn't tolerate well. Because she's a Clan cat and not a rogue says a great deal: she does indeed care for those around her. Those that are truthworthy and caring and strong and belong to SerenityClan only. Yes, that's the catch. Their allegiance must belong to the great SerenityClan only. Any thing less, and she would sooner kill you than let you assist a rival.

Which brings us to our next topic on this she-cat: Death. How does she deal with death? How does she deal with slaughter? Well, if she and her clanmates are doing the slaughtering then she thinks nothing of it. For her, it is simply a way of life. If a rogue were to cross her path right now, she would attack without hesitation, and would kill it in cold-blood before it were to attempt a daring escape. If it's a rival that's doing the slaughtering, then this dark she-cat will hunt the enemy down until they're dead at her paws. She hates dealing with such matters but in her eyes, it's quite necessary.

This brings us to the last account: What does this she-cat do in her spare time as an agent of evil? Well, quite simple; she does what she loves the most. She keeps to herself in the marshes of SerenityClan. Don't believe me? Oh, she spents quite a bit of time alone, actually. It helps her sit and think without the interruption of anybody else. Unless she happens to be at one of the borders and a rogue comes by. Ah yes, she spends most of her time on the borders. Why you ask? Well, why not? It's to keep those filthy rogues away from her territory. And yes, this little rogue happens to be the same one from before. Run along, Darkstorm. You wouldn't want it to get away, would you? Of course not. That makes her very cranky. And when she's cranky, it's best if you keep away from her. She just might claw your fur off.

Past:
Darkstorm's history really isn't something to mentioned. It's quite dull, actually, and she's not afraid to admit it. But there was this one time in particular that she relishes in her list of memories; a certain fox hunt that I mentioned earlier. Remember? I hope so, because this she-cat does. When she was, perhaps, nine moons old and well into her training, she found a fox hole when she was out hunting for the elders. She was supposed to be hunting little rodents, not big pests that trespass on SerenityClan territory. Well, to say the least, the fox's presence on her Clan's territory thoroughly enraged Darkpaw and she quickly engaged it in a battle. Not to chase it away; she considered it a fight to the death. In fact, she knew that she might be promoted to warrior if she succeeded in defeating the big brute.

That was how she received the long scar from shoulder to flank. The fox's claw had caught her there just before she dealt the finishing blow. Nonetheless, despite the pain, she was proud as she felled that miserable beast. Soon after, her mentor and a patrol of warriors found her. They had been concerned when she hadn't returned from the hunt. And then soon after that as well, she was made a warrior and promoted in her name. "Darkstorm". She loved it.

In Character:
Darkstorm had been lazing about near the Black Caves, sleep had accidentally overwhelmed the MountainClan warrior. As soon as it did, she opened her amber eyes to find herself at Fivestones, the traditional place for cats of earth and sky to communicate. MoonClan wanted a word with her, and she quickly sat up in anticipation. The thing that initially baffled her was the fact that she knew she hadn't lost any lives. She had been dozing, yes, but not so much that a predator would have slipped past her senses. So MoonClan was contacting her willingly. As the onyx she-cat gazed about the place in fascination, she noticed a form approaching, shimmering brilliantly with starry illumination. Underneath the dazzling white light, she noticed the feline's slim figure and familiar black peltage. She gaped in recognition. The last time she'd seen this cat, she'd been no older than an apprentice. "Mother!"

The she-cat, Nightstrike, stopped two tail-lengths away from her and sat down, gesturing with her tail for her daughter to do the same. Darkstorm complied. With that, her mother began to speak with the same eloquence that the former leader remembered as a young apprentice. "Darkstorm, I must warn you of the future. You will soon be waging war." The fur along Darkstorm's spine rose in alarm. "The sky will be stained red as the storm and shadow battle the moon. Yet the moon shall not be alone." Nightstrike paused as if considering her words. "Dark times are ahead, my daughter. But you've proven yourself to be a worthy warrior of MountainClan many times over. I have faith in you." She rose to her paws, the starry light on her pelt beginning to fade.

"Mother!" Darkstorm yowled. "Wait! What do you mean? You must tell me!" But Nightstrike had vanished, and soon the MountainClan warrior found herself writhing in the snow, her pelt covered in it. Her mother's words echoed in her ears and she couldn't shake the strange feeling away. Storm and shadow? What did she mean? she thought, beginning away from the echoing in the Black Caves. She could hardly ear the crashing of the waterfall over Nightstrike's ominous words. In the distance, she heard thunder rumbling balefully. It made her shudder. Gotta talk to somebody... Wildstorm and Wintermane are probably off on patrol someplace and I don't want to bother them... She trudged forward, not really knowing where she was heading until DoomClan's border came into view. Grayshadow. She wondered if he was nearby someplace. She could almost hear her friend's voice in the back of her head... Almost literally audible...

She shook the thought away and continued forward, pushing herself forward into a full-spring run. Grayshadow, you'd better be somewhere nearby!

Relationships/Kin:
Mentor: Ravenpelt – Deceased
Mother: Nightstrike – Deceased
Father: Thornheart – Elder
Friends: N/A

Other:
Yeah, I had originally made this bio for another side and modified it for this one. It's kinda awkward because of it but I hope it's sufficient.

Codewords:
Poison Tears Crash Down

[Dansen[Mouse]]

You still need a RP example.[/center]

[dark]

Oops! My bad! Modified. Thanks, Mouseth.

[lonelylove :D]

Good bio :] Accepted.

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