`stonestream | it's now or never

[castaway]

stonestream
I AIN'T GONNA LIVE FOREVER
I JUST WANNA LIVE WHILE I'M ALIVE

NAME... stonestream
AGE... sixty-two moons
GENDER... male
CLAN... stormclan
POSITION... warrior

APPEARANCE...

now you'd never expect a battle weathered old tom to look so young, or, as young as is possible anyway. with knowing, trusting steel gray eyes and uneven ears that stand a top his head like towers, indeed catching the latest news and whatnot flowing around the well-known stormclan encampment. he's hardcore, that you can tell first-glance. thick-fur, long legs, big paws, heavyset build, long, elegant tail. climber. immediate when it comes to mind. coat the colour of coal, with wisps of smoke mingled in. it comes more thickly around his face, with a light gray ring around his muzzle from age, and around his eyes, some say the mark of bravery, a fire-jumper. really it's just a brand he was born with as a young kit. tufts of fur grow between his paws, and are the main cause of most annoyance when he trods upon muddy banks. stonestream is not much of a self-cleaner, or even really allows others to clean him really. some might think him the hero, what with his numerous scars that trail faintly underneath his bushel of thick gray fur. rather the opposite, he's just there for the thrill, and to protect his family at the cost of his life. to top that off, he's on the shorter side, larger than an apprentice, but some young warriors seem to have grown taller than he.

PERSONALITY...

sweet, kind, gentle, understanding, and humorous. the good side of him, and a lot of good settles inside of his warm heart. it beats in earnest, never faulty, always open to new ideas and new versions of love and happiness, even it be rude and obnoxious ways, he knows how to crack the code. stonestream is rarely upset, frustrated and mean, and usually knows his limits. it seems most like him, and indeed, he does have a variety of friends, and still more to come. and don't let his age fool you. still being a warrior, and nearing his age of becoming a weathered elder, alive with stories and surprises, he's still tough to crack himself. it seems while he's setting a good note on a troubled young apprentice or teaching and training an already experienced warrior, he can't seem to let himself open up like that. his humor goes farther than anyone might imagine. he loves to make a joke, and even laugh at them. he's willing to help, and has never in his life let anyone down. though, he's some of a gossip, he's heard the juiciest details and spread them like wildfire, but every cat does this, do they not? all in all, he's not very good with secrets.

brutal, scary, menacing, and even slightly grumpy, as well as loyal and a great addition to any clan. even though it seems as though he's the nice guy of anyones dreams, this tom has his weak points where things just really bother him. that goes as far as little to no respect for elders, as well as the fact that young cats argue and things go too far for his comfort, to even cruel jokes that result in him drenched in water. the worst thing to drive him to anger, and fear in anyones eyes, is in battle. against any cat, it drives him mad to think that his clan could be put in danger, and it hurts him to think that in every clan, every battle there is death, unless a miracle is presumed and no one dies. even if it is code that no one should kill one another unless absolutely necessary. in a fight between him and any cat. the brutality of him, the anger and fear that courses through his veins could be the cause of his ability to never indeed harm another forever, though most others seem to do just that.

HISTORY...

right from the beginning he was handsome, and it seemed his mother, mossflower, knew that as well. born with only one other sibling, of whom never made it far enough in life later on to keep up with his brother. stonestream grew up knowing what love and compassion felt like, always the first one at ceremonies, even if his mother would never allow him that, and pushed him away most of the time. he was even first in line for stories from the elders, always laughing and carrying on about things that were never really true, just exaggerated stories of his own. a rambunctious kit from the start, and still on till today.

apprenticeship came slow for him, as he was always awaiting the moment to shine in the eyes of his elders. though when it came, it came with the weight of responsibility. he was a natural though, usually the first to finish a chore thoroughly, without much complaint from cranky old elders, and he excelled in hunting, however his smaller frame at the beginning of his life caused him much grief and dis-satisfaction in the battle techniques starting up and around everyday. nothing stopped stonestream, at the time stonepaw, from doing what he believed. and, it seemed, neither did his best friend coalfur, a fellow apprentice he had been best friends with since kithood. they'd been born around the same time, and had bonded with almost instantly. they often were seen together, boasting about their days hunt, wrestling in the camp by the food pile, often getting themselves into decent amounts of trouble for knocking it over and bruising the meat. as soon as they became warriors, everything changed. their status between each other ceased to amuse their fellow denmates.

it seemed they had a fondness for one another, always entertaining themselves by competing everyday and night. and, as time grew on, and years went by, death and despair and honor and life kept rising, coalfur never had kits. whether because she didn't want any, or because of something else, stonestream still doesn't know. what lies in wait for those two?

coalfur is another cat from another site, do not steal this name. ever.

[Crush]

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