Amberstorm;; DarkClan

[Amberstorm]

Name: Amberpaw --> Amberpool (NUH-UH! AMBERSTORM!)
Gender: Female
Clan: DarkClan
Rank: Warrior

Looks: (I do descriptions best in rp style.) Amberpaw’s name matched her golden fire-tinted pelt well. The she-cat’s rounded ears sat upon her Bengal-like head. Her eyes glitter a humorous green, almost never betraying the thoughts behind the gaze, except for the fact that she was a mischievous little thing. The description of ‘little thing’ suited her well, seeing as she was kit-sized instead of your average-sized apprentice. The paws hide curved claws, similar to that of a tiger. The long tail waved out behind her, waving, completing her small, mischievous physique.
Personality: Her tongue is always sharp and ready to strike back with an insult. She prefers to do things alone, and usually has a hard time with her mentor, as she doesn’t like to listen. However, whenever she does listen to the training methods, she always talks back, suggesting something else that is either right or there is a reason to why it’s wrong. Her attitude is mostly scornful and mischievous, hiding a soft, caring personality that is rarely seen inside. Amberpaw gets especially wound up when other cats call her small. Though having a short temper, she is a loyal Riverclan she-cat through and through, showing that even the daughter of a heartless rouge can be a clan cat. She hopes to become a great leader.
Birth: She was born from a rouge on the Thunderclan and Riverclan border.

History: Amberpaw started out as the daughter of a rouge. Her mother took care of her until she was off of milk and ready to hunt. One day, as she was hunting with her mother, her mother was teaching her to fish. Amberpaw could still remember her mother’s words, “I’ll be right back. Just keep on fishing, and I’ll come back and find you to see how well you’re doing.” Hah, yea, right. Amberpaw’s old name had in fact been Amber back then. As the sun set, Amberpaw had noticed something terribly wrong. Her mother had not come back yet. Following her scent, Amberpaw lost it while going through Riverclan territory. There was no sign that her mother had died. She could only come to the conclusion that her mother did not want her as a burden any more, so she tricked her daughter cruelly and fled, hiding her scent. At that moment, she stumbled into a Riverclan patrol, and the clan decided to take the little rouge in, though resentfully.
RP Sample: Amber waited patiently for her mother’s return, like she always did. However, Amber noticed that the sun had almost sunk, and her mother was still not back. She had said she would be back soon, didn’t she? A rustling could be heard in a bush nearby, and Amber cried,”Mother?” hopefully. But to the young she-cat’s dismay, it was only a bird taking flight. Where is she, Amber thought desperately, and got to her paws and followed the scent, drinking it in as much as possible. “Mother?” she mewed helplessly as the night ate away the day. The temperature started to drop. A musty smell started to develop in the air around her, but she took no notice of it, trying desperately to find her lost mother. The air was a frail balance of cold and warm, and it seemed like the two opposites would clash terribly and cause havoc. Amber’s fur started to become damp.
Suddenly, the scent trail ended. “What?” Amber murmured. Then she wailed, “No! Mother!” as she noticed that her mother’s scent trail was engulfed by an overpowering stench of fox. Amber thought a fox had gotten her, but by farther investigation, she realized there was no trace of blood or fear scent. No cat fur or fox fur. She realized the trail was cleverly covered with fox dung. Anger, fear, and realization crushed Amber’s heart. Her mother had abandoned her, trying to get away from the burden she had created. “Why? Why!” Amber wailed into the night. “Why did you have to leave? I need you!” she screeched, angry and confused. Suddenly, cold and warm clashed. The storm had begun. Rain pelted down, plastering Amber’s fur to her skin, but she didn’t care. She was too dazed and unhappy to take any notice. Her mother had abandoned her, and she was all alone, consumed by fear, confusion, and hate.

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