Cragstorm
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CRAGSTORM
Gendercis male
Pronounshe/him
Sexualitybisexual
ClanPeakclan
RankWarrior
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Description
Fur color: Black smoke
Fur length: Long
Build: Tall and muscular
Scars: Scar through right eye, scars across mouth and muzzle, split right ear, kinked tail. Other scars hidden beneath fur.
Allegiance style description: A long-furred black smoke tom with golden eyes.
Cragstorm is a tom of intimidating stature. Large and muscular, he often towers above cats with his sheer height and muscle. Long, black fur covers most of his frame, with grey around his ruff, underbelly, and muzzle. He is also greying from age especially around his face, lending a bit of a salt-and-pepper look. The fur around his muzzle and throat is a bit curly, and his pelt is usually a mess, as he doesn’t often take time to groom it. He has a scar through his right eye, narrowly missing the organ, and jagged scars across his mouth and muzzle. His right ear is split almost fully down the middle, and his tail is kinked towards the middle. Dozens of other scars mar his pelt, but they are largely covered by his fur. He has large black paws with sharp claws, and piercing golden eyes often set in a glare.
direct
hardworking
loyal
intense
(un)religious
stubborn
callous
tempermental
violent
Cragstorm is not one to beat around the bush or exchange pleasantries. He speaks gruffly and without much emotion, using as little words as needed to get the point across. Because of this, cats who use flowery language tend to annoy him.
Hardworking
If nothing else, Cragstorm is a dedicated tom. Refusing to settle down, even though he is nearing elder-age, he makes a point of hunting or training whenever he may be needed, and even if he isn’t. Occasionally, his duties to the clan include entertaining kits, though he usually opts for badger rides instead of bedtime stories.
Loyal
For those who gain his approval, Cragstorm’s loyalty is unshakable. He would gladly kill for those he considers family or friends and won’t hesitate to go out of his way to help them in any way possible.
Intense
Cragstorm doesn’t do things half-way - if he’s in, he’s in with his whole self. This can be a lot to handle at once, and he doesn’t let up often. Once he gets going, it takes a lot, if anything at all, to get him to stop until his task is finished.
(Un)Religious
He has a bit of a complicated relationship with their ancestors right now. Once a devout follower of Starclan, he believed that the sickness was their way of purging the clans. Now..he isn’t so sure.
Stubborn
Cragstorm is as stubborn as a bull, and any cat would be hard pressed to get him to change his mind about anything. Fight all you want, he won’t budge.
Callous
With little patience, he tends to have trouble biting his tongue and can lash out at the smallest thing. He is working on curbing his snide comments, but sometimes he can’t be helped.
Tempermental
Cragstorm has always had a bit of a temper; after all, it’s the reason for his suffix. It only takes a split second for his mood to shift from seemingly complacent to flat-out rage. He has been trying to get a handle on it in recent moons and is doing alright with it, but old habits die hard.
Violent
Honing battle skills above all else has made Cragstorm a force to be reckoned with. A loss of temper can and often has ended in bloodshed, though usually from another party. He can often be found taking out pent-up aggression on the cliffs and pines out in the territory - better than another cat’s pelt.
Generally
Cragstorm is an imposing tom, both in looks and in personality. He’s rough around the edges, with a history of ill-temperament and violence. Taught from a young age that strength in battle was a warrior’s greatest asset, he holds the same belief to this day. Any rogue can hunt prey, but it takes a clan cat to master the skill of war. His dedication to the clan is obvious in his refusal to retire and conscious efforts to help patrol and hunt, though he is less than a clan favorite due to his harsh tongue. Though he is working on improving, Cragstorm is still quick to anger. Poking at him is like poking a bear, and anyone daring enough to do so should know that claws are not out of the question. Despite this, he has a soft spot for his mate and kits, and can often be found taking them for badger rides as part of his usual clan duties.
Cragstorm is an imposing tom, both in looks and in personality. He’s rough around the edges, with a history of ill-temperament and violence. Taught from a young age that strength in battle was a warrior’s greatest asset, he holds the same belief to this day. Any rogue can hunt prey, but it takes a clan cat to master the skill of war. His dedication to the clan is obvious in his refusal to retire and conscious efforts to help patrol and hunt, though he is less than a clan favorite due to his harsh tongue. Though he is working on improving, Cragstorm is still quick to anger. Poking at him is like poking a bear, and anyone daring enough to do so should know that claws are not out of the question. Despite this, he has a soft spot for his mate and kits, and can often be found taking them for badger rides as part of his usual clan duties.
apprentice - 6-12 moons
Cragkit became Cragpaw, and was assigned a kinder, softer warrior in efforts to calm his growing temper. It did the opposite. He actively avoided training with his mentor in favor of training more with his parents and off on his own. In this time, he only grew colder to others. The only thing his mentor taught him that he considered to be of value was of Starclan. It became a sort of infatuation to the young tom, having such unlimited power - truly, the only thing greater than himself was the stars.
After a few moons, having grown bored with the whole “apprentice” thing, another cat caught his eye. Fawnpaw, made an apprentice a few moons after him, was out training on her own in the forest one day. Bored, Cragpaw decided to “assist in her training,” offering snide comments and critiques, but not actually doing anything to help. This went on for a bit before she finally snapped at him, demanding he actually do something to help or leave her alone. Realizing that he actually enjoyed spending time with her, he begrudgingly agreed to help. Cragpaw was surprisingly a good teacher, patient and knowledgeable, and the two became good friends as Fawnpaw caught up with her peers.
warrior - 12 moons-present
Cragpaw passed his warrior trial with ease, earning the suffix -storm, reflecting his turbulent attitude and fierceness in battle. Fawnpaw soon gained her name, and their relationship continued to blossom, much to the surprise of the rest of their clan. Cragstorm somehow kept the skittish Fawnheart by his side, and she managed to calm some of the storm within him. The two eventually had kits together, and Cragstorm was a surprisingly calm and loving father.
It seemed as though his temper was calming, until the Twolegs arrived, bringing death, destruction, and disease. Cragstorm was convinced it was the divine will of Starclan, purging the clans of the weak and faithless. They were disappointed in the relative peace between the clans and were making way for a new era of glory. This belief lead to arguments with Fawnheart, their relationship becoming strained, and the fire inside him flared to life once more. This only drove them further apart, her growing closer to her brother once more who eventually passed. That didn’t make him see the error in his ways still - he must have been one of the weak ones.
It seemed nothing would change the tom’s mind until Fawnheart grew ill. With no herbs and no medicine cat to treat her, she sickened quickly. He was lost - Fawnheart wasn’t one of the weak ones, why was she being punished? His questioning faith came out in his temper. Soon, Cragstorm was on the frontlines, battling desperately for herbs that he didn’t know how to use, and knew wouldn’t work. He was often gone, coming back to camp only to lick his growing number of wounds, before leaving again. Much of this time was lost to him in a haze of red. He still sometimes has nightmares about it.
When the call from Starclan finally came, he was hesitant to leave his home, to admit what had driven him and Fawnheart apart was not Starclan’s intervention after all. Fawnheart was the ultimate deciding factor for him. She was weak and largely unconscious at this point, but he never had a doubt what he should do. Cragstorm carried his mate throughout much of the journey until she was able to regain her strength, and even then, stayed close to her side so that she wouldn’t get lost or injured. Together, they made it to the new territories, opting to leave Valeclan for Peakclan. He never asked Fawnheart’s reasons, but he simply wanted to get away from the bloodthirsty image he had created for himself.
Now, as a senior warrior of Peakclan, Cragstorm spends much of his time patrolling and doing his best to hunt. He sleeps in the elder’s den with Fawnleaf, renamed after her brother, the two as close as they were before the sickness.
