* R E D S T O R M .

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Name: Redstorm
Age: Sixty-three moons.
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Elder
Short Description:

A sharp-tongued tom with green eyes and a scruffy ginger coat.

Description:

Once upon a time, many moons ago, a young cat was made a warrior. He'd been strong and muscled, yet somehow slightly lithe in those days, but over the course of many moons, Redstorm's body had changed. Beneath the rough edges from so many seasons of fighting and acting as a warrior was that strong frame of his, still somewhat lithe though some of the muscles remained. There was a leg injury now, one that liked to give him a surprising jolt of pain every now and again. His body bore the scars of many battles, though for the most part only the ones on his muzzle were too noticeable. Luckily for him, the only longstanding injury Redstorm possessed was that hind leg, and he liked to think that was just a constant reminder of his bravery and strength in battle -- others often saw it as a nuisance when he complained about it.

If you hadn't already guessed, the prefix of his name, "red", came from the color of his pelt, which happened to be a very dark, reddish ginger. Not only was it a moderately unusual color, but it was also rather scruffy, no matter the amount of time spent grooming it. On his left shoulder a small patch of fur was missing, though he can't recall just why that is. You'd think a cat would remember such a thing as that, but you'd surprised. His eyes are dark green, almost always flickering for some reason or another; often amusement or annoyance, but it's not unheard of to see his eyes gleam with something slightly different.

Personality:

While he's always had the Clan's best interests at heart and has never aimed to hurt a Clanmate, Redstorm was never considered the friendliest cat to be around. Not because he wasn't kind -- he could be -- or because he was simply cold or unfriendly, but because of his sarcastic sense of humor and sharp tongue. There's little that can keep this old cat from being quite so sarcastic besides ceremonies or serious clan meetings; even then, he'll sometimes slip up and say something he meant to hold back. Well, we all make mistakes, right?
If a cat ever actually took the time to talk to him, despite his comments, and learn to truly respect and like him, Redstorm might just be a bit less sharp around said cat. It's yet to happen, but who says it couldn't? There are but a few cats he can stand to be around for long periods of time and a select few he really, truly respects.

Experience:

REDKIT,,
Named for the unique color of his fur, Redkit was born to Leafdance of ZephyrClan and an unnamed tom, as she preferred not to tell who the father of her kits was. Redkit was easily the largest of the litter, though not by much. He often poked fun at his littermates and rushed to claim a high rank in their games, such as leader or deputy (once he was stuck with senior warrior). He and his siblings were close enough, though not to an uncommon degree. Both his sisters died at an early age due to greencough.
REDPAW,,
At six moons of age, he, like any young cat, was made an apprentice. Though he would have liked to have slept in the apprentices' den the night of his ceremony with his sisters nearby, he felt certain they were watching him from StarClan, proud as can be. He worked hard when training and tried his best on every mission given to him, though he often found himself distracted on solo jobs. Other apprentices thought of him as hard to work with, as he was sarcastic with his humor and wasn't much for random chatting.
REDSTORM,,
Young Redpaw earned his warrior name by the age of fourteen moons, and was named for his "stormy" personality, buffeting and sometimes a bit brutal and harsh. Always with good intentions, though. He threw himself into being the best warrior he could be, and making a few friends while he was at it. A couple cats seemed to find him less obnoxious than the apprentices had in those days, he thought, but then again he didn't care much if cat here and there disagreed with him entirely. It was their loss, he decided.
By the time he was around fifty-six moons Redstorm had retired to the elders' den. He liked to think he had a few good moons left in him, but at that time his injury was bothering him what felt like all the time. Not wanting to be a nuisance and rest only to continue warrior duties for another moon or two after his being healed, he simply retired a bit early.

Picture:

this is him, but his fur is this color.

Other:

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