Snowstar. Windclan

[NICKLE]

Name snowkit. snowpaw. snowstorm. SNOWSTAR

Age FORTY-NINE MOONS

Gender MALE

Clan WINDCLAN

Position kit. apprentice. warrior. deputy. LEADER

Short Description Petite long haired snow white tom with large green-amber eyes.

Description Long ago many thought the tom nothing but a puff ball of fur - one four sturdy legs. But many did not expect the tom to grow much bigger then his kit height. Snowstar has indeed grown since that day, a good couple inches and stand proudly at the height of an average she-cat. While on the short side, the tom is still leaner then most cats and the 'bulk' of his appearance is only fur. The white tom however is powerful behind those muscles, earning the name Snowstorm as a warrior. The white fur is soft, like a cloud or new fresh snow some will say and his eyes are large always watching - much like a owl's. He however does not own blue eyes, but green-amber depending on the lighting. When in the shade or night his eyes appear more green while in the light they appear more amber.

Personality Many don't know the true Snowstar, but many know the front he has placed up. Snowstar to many cats, including his clan is shown the hard-working determined, loyal and reserved leader. The one who will work with his clan and show his clan all his passion for simply being apart of the clan. Loyalty he shows with every ounce of his white pelt to his pink skin. He'd defend his clan-mates to the point of being called a liar and beyond that. He is the most trusting tom, giving his trust to cats right on the spot and if they should break his trust, he'll make them work to gain it back. Don't get his reserved appearance and personality get to you, if you have an input he'd love to hear it. Brave enough to make choices even when the clan sees it as unfit, or dangerous or they want to fight for their honor and he does not want this - Snowstar has shown that on the surface he is willing to take the reins from his clan's paws and turn them away. But below all that we meet a much different tom - one that has been missing since early warrior hood. You see when Snowstar was just an apprentice he was a very outgoing, friendly and chatting tom. He would chat with any cat that did not make fun of his petite size and even went as far as befriending a tom-cat from Shadowclan. The two toms, Snowpaw and Batpaw told each other secrets they never shared with anyone else but as the two entered their warrior hood there was one secret Batwing never told Snowstorm and the tom pushed away both cats and locked himself away. Batwing was seeing Snowstorm's sister Silverclaw and the two cats fled the clans not long after Snowstorm found out, leaving the tom angry and resentful. But something in Snowstorm settled and he placed up a front quickly and covered up his anger and pain with a emotionless mask for a good portion of his moons.

HistoryWhere to begin. It was a new-leaf? Or was it a Leaf-bare? I believe it was in-between, the last day of Leaf-bare before the official day of New-leaf began. A petite tom struts into camp, an excited smile upon his maw and an even excited hop in his step. This day marks the birth of his two kits, which his mate has affectionately named Snowkit and Silverkit. He is called Cloudtail for his long fluffy white fur and his small body - his name is Streamheart a grey she-cat with large paws. They're kits follow their parents appearances almost to a 'T' expect Snowkit inherited his mother's green-amber eyes and Silverkit inherited her father's bright blue eyes. The little family of four is happy and thrive together in Windclan with excitement.

Their first couple of moons together shows just how much the kits take after their parents. Snowkit follows Cloudtail like a hawk, always stumbling after his father, joining in on Warrior's conversations and even putting ideas out if they talk of war. Silverkit however is wandering with her mother, more reserved and yet still as outgoing as her brother. The two kits? They are as close as siblings are at a young age. They share secrets, tease and trick the younger kits and mess up the Apprentice's bedding and of course listening to the elders tales. Even that one day snicking into the leader's den and Snowkit took the blame. During those days it was always Silverkit the strong and well built she-cat and Snowkit, the petite to small to hold his weight tom. The elders words haunted him and as his time to become an apprentice came nearer, he stopped playing tricks and forced on getting help from someone. The only warrior not to laugh at him when he asked was a young, large and bulky tom called Tallclaw.

When Silverkit became Silverpaw her mentor became Ashhare and Snowpaw was given to Tallclaw. The two misfit toms stood side by side before Snowpaw leaned back onto his hind legs to reach the other tom's nose. The two instantly hit it off. Tallclaw was his mentor, his friend and like an uncle to Snowpaw through the moons of training. Their height difference was one problem they overcame together, but their friendship was much needed.Tallclaw opened up to Snowpaw like a the river flowing after a beaver dam was broken. He explained to the small tom about his real parents, his real home and why he had turned to Windclan to be a safe home. Tallclaw was an ex-Shadowclan warrior who had fled leaving behind his brother who had kits and at the mentor and apprentice's first gathering together, Tallclaw introduced Snowpaw to his nephews Batpaw and Goldenpaw. Snowpaw instantly clicked with big-eared Batpaw and it was nearly every full moon the two would sit together and soon Silverpaw and Goldenpaw joined them. The small group of cats sat close to Tallclaw, but still in a neutral spot and it was during those moons of being apprentices that Batpaw and Snowpaw told each other everything - about the cute she-cats, the cats they were missing and even questioning their loyalties if they could so easily speak like this.

It was when the group of apprentices became warriors, Batwing, Goldentooth, Silverclaw and Snowstorm that their friendship seemed to grow stronger, but something in the rifts of their friendship stirred and Silverclaw opened up to Snowstorm not long after becoming warriors that she was in love and it was against everything they learned. It was the night before his sister and Batwing disappeared that he discovered the horrible secret the two were hiding from him. When the two cats fled, Goldentooth would step from his side of the border and the two brothers moaned together for the last time. Watching as their siblings ran away together - forever lost and forever gone. Goldentooth and Snowstorm stayed close, having lost both their siblings to a forbidden romance - the two clans were worried, questioning their loyalties and that was when the last friends of the small group broke off for good. Goldentooth disappeared not long after that - many said he couldn't stand the clan's looks.

Moons later Snowstorm found himself traveling the border again and he came across a tired Goldentooth - now affectionately named Golden, and a small tiny ginger kit which he called Ginger. Golden left his kit on the border and Snowstorm took it back to came, speaking only words that said he had seen the kit abandoned and he had saved it. The little tom kit he affectionately called Gingerkit, was nursed and soon became an apprentice in which Snowstorm himself mentored with tips from his own mentor Tallclaw. Snowstorm taught Gingerkit a lot about clan life, about how he viewed the world and Gingerkit - with no physical abnormalities - kept the same view as he aged into apprentice hood. Gingerpaw and Snowstorm did a lot of border patrol - never once seeing Goldentooth, Batwing or Silverclaw again, but it was on one of these many patrols that the three, Tallclaw, Snowstorm and Gingerpaw came across a fox. The three fought it off when it attacked them and it was as they were heading back to camp did Tallclaw express the damage to himself. Tallclaw's last outing as a warrior ended with a nasty injury to his shoulder that left him crippled.

When Gingerpaw was old enough to become a warrior Snowstorm stood tall and proud beside his towering apprentice. Gingerpaw became Gingerflight and the two toms shared a brief nose touch and then it was off to their own lives. As the Snowstorm turned twenty-nine moons his father and mother retired to the elders den, happy and content with their choice. It wasn't long after the retirement of his parents that the deputy of the clan passed away. It was a mournful period for the clan, and Snowstorm mourned along with all them. During that moon-high the leader announced the new deputy and Snowstorm barely heard the leader as his name rung out against the silent camp. Cat congratulated him, and he just blinked and asked them 'what?' and 'who's the deputy?' in question.

He was deputy at the rough age of 30 moons, and he stood beside his leader with a level head, realizing that everything he had done so far needed to be correctly looked over. He stood proud beside his leader when they entered gatherings and when someone accused his clan of something he would leap to his paws and ask for proof instead of right out yowling that the accuser was a liar. It was when he was 35 moons though, that the clan suffered another blow to their ranks. The leader came down with a nasty case of green cough, nasty and deadly as the leader lost his last life fighting the cold. Snowstorm wanted to wait though, before getting his nine lives seeing as his clan needed him now - and he was capable of handling the cold weather.

It was after the worst of green cough passed that the Medicine Cat and himself headed for a visit to Starclan and have their lives given. He was given nine lives and when they returned home Snowstar walked with a new spring in his step, and his petite body - puffed up with white fluffy fur, made him look both cute and adorable, but also dangerous. It was during their cold leaf-bare that he slipped off a rock and into a near by stream, soaked to the bone and looking nothing like the fluffy white cat he was, but a drown rat with his fur flatted against him. It was during this time he got a cold. But it went over rather well. His first life gone was when he got into a fight trying to case a fox from his clan land. He was dragged away from the battle by a clan mate and he woke up with only eight lives left within his body. This leads up to his current age 49 moons.

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[Skye]

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