Post by Ishararain on Dec 12, 2016 3:22:26 GMT
Name:
Rissenstorm
Gender:
Male
Male
Age:
5 Years = 60 Moons
Rank:
Warrior
Warrior
Clan:
NightClan
Shadow Powers: High (5)
NightClan
Shadow Powers: High (5)
Appearance:
Rissenstorm is a deep, chocolate color with a little bit of tabby striping on his forehead and a little bit of tabby striping on his front legs as well as white paws and a white chin and upper lip with a white stripe down the middle of his chest. He is a large cat, weighing a heavy 17 and a half pounds and standing sixteen inches tall at the shoulder and standing 48 inches long from tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. His eye is a deep yellow-amber in color and his nose is reddish-pink and rimmed in black. His claws are pale in color and his paw pads are pink. His coat is long and thick. And he is missing a part of his right ear and completely missing his left eye leaving a diagonal scar from the base of his right ear and ending at the top of the empty left socket of his eye. And he is a rather muscular cat, though he is all lean muscle.
Rissenstorm is a deep, chocolate color with a little bit of tabby striping on his forehead and a little bit of tabby striping on his front legs as well as white paws and a white chin and upper lip with a white stripe down the middle of his chest. He is a large cat, weighing a heavy 17 and a half pounds and standing sixteen inches tall at the shoulder and standing 48 inches long from tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. His eye is a deep yellow-amber in color and his nose is reddish-pink and rimmed in black. His claws are pale in color and his paw pads are pink. His coat is long and thick. And he is missing a part of his right ear and completely missing his left eye leaving a diagonal scar from the base of his right ear and ending at the top of the empty left socket of his eye. And he is a rather muscular cat, though he is all lean muscle.
Brief Appearance: (like in the allegiances of the warrior cat books)
A dark chocolate brown tom cat with white paws, a white chin,upper lip and stripe on his chest with tabby striping on his forehead and front legs missing a part of his right ear and his left eye with deep yellow-amber eyes and a scar on his face.
A dark chocolate brown tom cat with white paws, a white chin,upper lip and stripe on his chest with tabby striping on his forehead and front legs missing a part of his right ear and his left eye with deep yellow-amber eyes and a scar on his face.
Personality:
Rissenstorm is not a very nice tom cat. He is violent, mean, aggressive and extremely protective over what he considers his. Be that other cats or territory and Rissenstorm will take what he believes should be his by any means necessary, be that talking it over or fighting, or killing to get what he wants. Despite that though, Rissenstorm can also be a gentle cat when the urge hits him to be. He can be a bit of a flirt too, but he doesn't do it very often as it disgusts him to do such. Rissenstorm is more comfortable in the darkness than he is in the light. He also sleeps as little as he can, always being on the lookout for the next fight or the next potential plaything or the next potential lover or mate. Rissenstorm is a rather good fighter and hunter and is not afraid to face down someone meaner than himself or to face something bigger and different than himself like a canine or a bigger more wild cousin of the cat. All in all if you can gain his liking and his trust, he will be the best friend and defender you've ever known. But it's hard to get beyond his defenses, especially for another tom. But he can be sweet, kind,caring and gentle to, especially for Queens and kittens.
Rissenstorm is not a very nice tom cat. He is violent, mean, aggressive and extremely protective over what he considers his. Be that other cats or territory and Rissenstorm will take what he believes should be his by any means necessary, be that talking it over or fighting, or killing to get what he wants. Despite that though, Rissenstorm can also be a gentle cat when the urge hits him to be. He can be a bit of a flirt too, but he doesn't do it very often as it disgusts him to do such. Rissenstorm is more comfortable in the darkness than he is in the light. He also sleeps as little as he can, always being on the lookout for the next fight or the next potential plaything or the next potential lover or mate. Rissenstorm is a rather good fighter and hunter and is not afraid to face down someone meaner than himself or to face something bigger and different than himself like a canine or a bigger more wild cousin of the cat. All in all if you can gain his liking and his trust, he will be the best friend and defender you've ever known. But it's hard to get beyond his defenses, especially for another tom. But he can be sweet, kind,caring and gentle to, especially for Queens and kittens.
History:
Rissenstorm was born to a pair of Maine Coon Warriors that led a Clan of Feral cats on the outskirts of the territory of another Clan. He was one of seven kittens born to the pair and only one of two males in the litter. He was the third kitten born and being the product of a pair of Maine Coon Cats breeding led to his hulking, muscled, though lean frame. Being only one of two males in a litter of seven kittens and having five sisters and a weaker brother plus a
mother and an absentee father to take care of and being that he was always the most adventurous and independent of the seven kittens born to the pair, he naturally became the protector and defender of the Clan and his family.
When he was a mere three years old he started tangling with the members of the neighboring Clan and coming home every night with scars and scrapes and blood matted fur. He became more and more distant from his Clan and from his own family save for one of his sisters, a beautiful muted red tabby with gorgeous pale jade green eyes. She was called Sunsong. She was the smallest of the seven kittens and the first one born. Rissenstorm made sure that he stayed alert and vigilant while Sunsong slept. When he would come home after a huge fight with the neighbors, it would be Sunsong that he would run to and confide in.
It was after one such fight that Rissenstorm was coming home missing a chunk of the flesh on the outside of his right ear and his left eye and socket mangled up. Oh Rissy, you really must leave them alone. Little brother you may be strong enough to scare the Ferals in and out of our Clan but the neighbors are worse than they are. You have yet to win fully against any of them. Your eye looks terrible. C'mon, I'll fix you up Rissy. She had told him that day and he had followed her willingly into her den where she helped clean up some of his bleeding wounds and then she focused her attention on his ruined eye.
It took days for Sunsong to finally remove and heal the wounded socket but Rissenstorm was quite pleased with the work his sister did for him. When Rissenstorm ran into more and more trouble with the neighbors he decided that it was time for him to leave his birthplace and strike out on his own. He was trying to convince any of his siblings to go with him but they all had duties and mates or in Sunsong's case, just duties to the Clan itself. Disheartened the beaten, Rissenstorm left his birthplace, Sunsong walked with him as far as the outskirts of the Feral Clans' territory. I will see you around maybe Rissy? Sunsong asked as she turned downcast eyes to her brother. I don't know if we will see each other again or not Sunny. I will always love and remember you though. And with that, sister and brother hugged and parted ways.
Years later, Rissenstorm and Sunsong ran into each other again and for a few years they ran some rogue Clans together and then, a wall of fire split them again and Rissenstorm found himself in this place and Sunsong ended up who knew where. But ,Rissenstorm knows she is not dead, if she were, he would not still feel the pull of her heart on his, it would be a void if Sunsong were dead. Rissenstorm just hopes that Sunsong is making her own way, just as he is, but he still hopes she'll come back to him again, but he is starting to look for a chance at a mate and a family of his own in a new place where he can be of more use than he was.
Rissenstorm was born to a pair of Maine Coon Warriors that led a Clan of Feral cats on the outskirts of the territory of another Clan. He was one of seven kittens born to the pair and only one of two males in the litter. He was the third kitten born and being the product of a pair of Maine Coon Cats breeding led to his hulking, muscled, though lean frame. Being only one of two males in a litter of seven kittens and having five sisters and a weaker brother plus a
mother and an absentee father to take care of and being that he was always the most adventurous and independent of the seven kittens born to the pair, he naturally became the protector and defender of the Clan and his family. When he was a mere three years old he started tangling with the members of the neighboring Clan and coming home every night with scars and scrapes and blood matted fur. He became more and more distant from his Clan and from his own family save for one of his sisters, a beautiful muted red tabby with gorgeous pale jade green eyes. She was called Sunsong. She was the smallest of the seven kittens and the first one born. Rissenstorm made sure that he stayed alert and vigilant while Sunsong slept. When he would come home after a huge fight with the neighbors, it would be Sunsong that he would run to and confide in.
It was after one such fight that Rissenstorm was coming home missing a chunk of the flesh on the outside of his right ear and his left eye and socket mangled up. Oh Rissy, you really must leave them alone. Little brother you may be strong enough to scare the Ferals in and out of our Clan but the neighbors are worse than they are. You have yet to win fully against any of them. Your eye looks terrible. C'mon, I'll fix you up Rissy. She had told him that day and he had followed her willingly into her den where she helped clean up some of his bleeding wounds and then she focused her attention on his ruined eye.
It took days for Sunsong to finally remove and heal the wounded socket but Rissenstorm was quite pleased with the work his sister did for him. When Rissenstorm ran into more and more trouble with the neighbors he decided that it was time for him to leave his birthplace and strike out on his own. He was trying to convince any of his siblings to go with him but they all had duties and mates or in Sunsong's case, just duties to the Clan itself. Disheartened the beaten, Rissenstorm left his birthplace, Sunsong walked with him as far as the outskirts of the Feral Clans' territory. I will see you around maybe Rissy? Sunsong asked as she turned downcast eyes to her brother. I don't know if we will see each other again or not Sunny. I will always love and remember you though. And with that, sister and brother hugged and parted ways.
Years later, Rissenstorm and Sunsong ran into each other again and for a few years they ran some rogue Clans together and then, a wall of fire split them again and Rissenstorm found himself in this place and Sunsong ended up who knew where. But ,Rissenstorm knows she is not dead, if she were, he would not still feel the pull of her heart on his, it would be a void if Sunsong were dead. Rissenstorm just hopes that Sunsong is making her own way, just as he is, but he still hopes she'll come back to him again, but he is starting to look for a chance at a mate and a family of his own in a new place where he can be of more use than he was.
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