Stormnight

[Aurora]

Name:

Stormnight

Gender:

Tom

Clan:

Darkclan

Position:

Warrior

Age:

20 moons

Appearance:

Stormnight is a super large serval tomcat with jet black fur. He has huge ears with soft fur and a rasping tongue. The length of his tail is slightly shorter than most cats, like most servals. His head is always held high with pride and his fangs are elongated, giving him the impression of vampirism. His eyes are an icy blue, and they hold power. He can stop a cat with one glare, metaphorically speaking.

Personality:

Stormnight can be considered a menace. He enjoys the taste of blood but is not a cannibal, at least not to other servals. He takes his size for granted, pleased that he can practically do anything he wants to. He despises the smallcats, or at least the clan smallcats, but enjoys the company of smallcats who don't bother him. His mind is dark and his actions are often reflections of his soul, dark. But he is not all evil! He doesn't take kindly to cats harming his loved ones, who are basically all his kin. He loves she-cats and will take multiple mates, and despises the clans for being so up-in-his-face and greedy, in his eyes. He wants them all to die.

History:

Stormnight has a long and lonely past; he doesn't like to talk about it.

IC:

A long trail of pawprints lay in the dusty earth, telltale signs of a cat's recent passing. The pawprints were large, with spaces in between the toes. Even from this sign of the past, anycat could tell the beast who made it was huge. The prints were hard-pressed, showing the animal had weight, yet it had a feline quality. It was the print of a serval. The serval, the largest of the cats that could breed with normal cats, the toms could go up to fourty pounds. And to a cat who weighed ten pounds, it's the mistake of a lifetime to mess with one.

But what was this serval doing out in the clanlands? Surely he must know the lands were taken? A rouge or a loner, he must be, but what? Would he come in peace or in war? Only the cats to meet him would.

Far ahead strode the lone figure. Taller, much taller, than a normal cat. With wider shoulders and huge ears that swiveled and twisted to every noise. This was the way of the serval. But this particular serval held a strange ferocity, proud in his stride. It was the stride of a cat who knew that no sane smallcat would dare mess with him.

And he was right. His shoulders shifted as he froze, looking over his shoulder. Stormnight had arrived. And he came in war.

NOTE: Loner, not Darkclan.

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