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Rippleclan :: Amberstorm

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My tryout as a Rippleclan warrior at :iconclansoftheguardian:.

Name: Amberstorm [Formerly Ruck]
Gender: Male
Age: 19 Moons
Rank: Experienced Warrior
Clan: Rippleclan
Mate: None
Kits: None

Traits:
Amberstorm is confident, prideful, and is a full-on flirt. This tom is known to hit on other she-cats, but has never had a mate. Although he will never admit it, this feline has a deep fear of commitment, scared that he will screw up or make mistakes. He is loyal to his clan, and when not chasing after the females, can be calm and cunning. He is, essentially, a great strategist, and loves to solve puzzles and problems. He is all-around friendly, and gets along well with both toms and she-cats.
Although a great feline, one major flaw he holds is that he lacks empathy. He often has trouble determining how others feel, and most of his own emotions are fabrications and mimics of what he has seen other cats do. Due to this, personal or relationship problems tend to be difficult for him.

Biography:
Ruck wasn't born in the valley.
He and his family hailed from the forests a week's travel away, the corridors of evergreens the playground for the young kit. However, in the Summer daze their family was soon forced to leave the woodlands, poachers infiltrating their undergrowth defenses with intent to hunt them down. They had ran, his father shot and downed with a bullet, while the rest sprinted even faster at the sight. He was still a young kit then, struggling to keep up with his mother and siblings. During their travel, they had come across a loner who had told them about the clans in the valley, and hopeful that they can adjust there, his mother began to begin their trek to the valley.
When they arrived, their mother had grown ill, and in a futile attempt to catch their own food, he and his sisters began to hunt within the territories of the clan. Careless, they had been caught and thrown out from the territories, and watched as their mother succumbed to death, while their stomachs began to wilt with starvation. Only a day or so after their mother's death, the young kits were found and introduced into the clans, the cat who had found them merciful to the young felines. Ruck was placed into Rippleclan, his new name Amberpaw.
From that day Amberpaw had worked hard to meet the expectations and exceed his peers, struggling to be as good as the other apprentices. In due time he did succeed, his name promoted to Amberstorm and he a warrior, strong and proud.

Roleplaying Example:
His paws were cold, shivering as he tred the winter wastelands. The rivers had frozen over, trees bare like a newborn kit as they howled with the wind. Branches cracked and clicked as they dueled with one another, the gales only strengthening their battle. The weary tom snorts, closing his mossy eyes and fluffing out his pelt, flexing his paw before taking a single, tentative paw on the ice. After a few moments, he placed another onto the cool, smooth surface, paw pads screaming with the cold. "It's not... that bad..." he mumbles, but his body contradicted the statement. His whole pelt bristled from such temperature that traveled from his feet and into his body. Regardless he gulped, gathering up his courage before leaping onto the frozen surface. He stumbled and squeaked, eyes wide as he began to slide away. "F-FUCK!" he mewed in distress. Amberstorm panicked, claws extended as he scraped against the ice. "No no no no no no--fuck fuck FUCK!!!" glancing behind him, he spotted a hole in the ice, just big enough for him to fall into. "Oh my god OH MY GOD NO HOLY FUCK ICE COME ON WORK WITH ME HERE!" screeching, he felt his body only slide closer to his doom. "...I am SO fucked..." he whimpered, moments before he felt himself submerged into the icy waters, gasping for breath.
Why he even did something like this was beyond him, but perhaps he was trying to impress the young she-cat at the other side of the river, chuckling in amusement as she watched the tom fall under the ice.
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ReversedNight's avatar

I'm thrilled you've been accepted. Welcome to the clan!