Snowstorm

Alias: Snowpaw, Snowstorm
Sex: Male
Age: 26



Mate: N/A, Sam(Eventually)
Offspring: N/A
Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Siblings: Dusk (More to come, maybe)

Mentor: thyme
Apprentices: N/A



Eyes: Ice Blue
Pelt: White with light gray tiger stripes
Size: Slim and Small
Build: He's built to run, fast.

Appearance:
Snow, What to say about Snow's appearance? Well, you usually don't see him for very long, considering he despises sitting still. But when you catch him out under the stars on a clear night with a full moon shining in the sky, You'd see a shiny white coat, one in which the gray tiger stripes that he has seem to hug close to his body in a small, gentle embrace of joy. His pelt is usually unkempt and messy, he doesn't often find a reason to try and clean it, because as he usually says "every adventure gets you dirty, why bother staying clean? But with all the carefree emotions he shows, His Ice blue eyes tell stories of suffering, hurt, anger.... But the worst is a self loathing hatrid that he can't ever shake.
But eyes can only tell so much, to really understand what gives this cat his appearance is what history lies behind the eyes.

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Strengths:
- Fast, Very, Very Fast
- Competitive
- Quick thinker
-Never at a loss for something to say, usually.
-Never says no to an adventure
Weaknesses:
- A bit strong headed.
- Never says no to an adventure
- He can't keep a negative opinion to himself
- He always jumps into things without thinking
- he can be kinda difficult to get along with

Personality:
Fast, fast, fast. This is everything in this cats personality. He's fast when talking, fast when thinking, fast to change the tide of battle, and fast to jump to a conclusion. He's always ready for a fight, always ready to cheer his friends up, quick to defend something he believes in, And always ready to get what needs to be done, done. He doesn't say no to anything from a large task, to a tiny task and is always ready to do it as best as he can. (So he can feel like he's useful)



History:
Not much to say about his history, No one knows where he came from, no one knows where he'll end up, honestly, he doesn't care, as long as it's a wild ride to the end. The furthest back Snow started making waves was about three moons old. In the mountains he met a much, much older and bigger cat. One who would change his and his friend's lives forever.
This cat was named Thyme. An old, quite and very wise cat. Who didn't take to kindly to kits who didn't know their place. Snow wouldn't stop running his mouth to the cat in question and, after a very quick fight, wound up with a claw against his throat, but he wouldn't stop squirming. He didn't want to give up, even though his own death was staring him in the face.
Thyme found this, well, amusing. A kit who never said die. Thyme took the three traveling cats in and asked them about their past, where did they come from? None of them knew, as far as Snow was concerned, it didn't matter, much to Thyme's amusment. For three moons he taught the cats how to survive, how to hunt, and how to defend themselves.

One night, Snow grew restless and decided it was time for him to find a new adventure.

And that's exactly what happened.
-Chapter 2-

A new adventure is exactly what Snow had wanted, and that's what he got. After finally reaching his warrior status he was finally proud of himself for being a cat that had no limits to what he could do. But that all changed when Duskblaze and Mire finally let the truth slip about his father. A cat whom Snowstorm knew nothing of finally came into light as a monster who's thrust for blood was quenchless.  This began to haunt every corner of his dark mind. They began changing his mentality. He couldn't stand living in the dark shadow of the blood that ran through him. He finally had the chance to break free from his dark blood line. He embraced the new family he had with his brother, only to have it all come back into his face like an explosion.

The Dark forest finally crept into camp and destroyed everything he loved. Snowstorm was out hunting when it finally happened, he returned to a destroyed camp. He didn't want to stick around, he exploded into a rage, one that fueled his stamina, fueled his will, fueled his lust to survive. He ran, he ran all the way to the mountains. Never to return again.

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