APPEARANCE

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Summary: Ragged red reynard with light brown eyes.
Purchases: N/A

Strengths: fighting, hunting, running
Weaknesses: swimming, jumping, stealth, agility

In Depth: Storm is no longer a young fox eager to prove himself. He is a result of a long life well-lived and long fought for. His fur looks aged; his face is tinged with white, the red in his coat is no longer as vibrant as before, and he has an almost constant shaggy/ragged look. Despite the moons weighing heavily on him, his stance remains proud and he is well-muscled from many fights. His legs and flanks carry various scars from the past as well, though none have been substantial enough to make him retire yet. His eyes, still sharp despite his years, are a pale brown.

PERSONALITY

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Positive Traits: Patient, experienced, honorable, trustworthy, calm
Negative Traits: Traditional (stuck in old ways), slow to change, suspicious of outsiders, moody, pessimistic
Likes: Telling stories, training younger members, giving advice
Dislikes: Rain, Two-leg places, Those who boast too much

In Depth: If you are of his clan, Storm is a perfectly civil near elder who is always willing to lend an ear and provide advice from his several moons of service. He has proven his worth time and time again; there have been warriors current and past who called him mentor and learned not only the skills for survival but those needed to coexist with other members of their clan. Over the years he has earned his reputation for keeping secrets if need be and as a good friend.
If you are not of his clan, Council help you. While he will not outwardly voice his distaste of the other clans, he certainly does not trust them in any capacity. Raised by suspicious parents and having witnessed the birth of Fieldclan and subsequent chaos of clans splitting, he has become that much more protective of Burrowclan for fear of what these “outsiders” will do to those he cares about. If there is a disaster, he will help his clan first even at the cost of the other two. As such, despite his ability to maintain a strong moral compass within his own ranks and his attempts to remain noble, he will often fall short of caring as much for the wellbeing of his allies as one his age perhaps should.

HISTORY

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Storm’s long history begins before even the last of the clans had been established. Born to a proud set of warriors of Burrowclan, he was one of three. Two tods and a vixen made up the trio (Storm, Shade, and Snake, respectively), all seemingly determined to follow in their parents’ footsteps despite not being particularly close to one another.
It wasn’t long into his own apprenticeship that he caught the attention of Minnow, a pretty vixen born to a litter just a moon after his own. The pair were fast friends and trained together more often than not. She was there as he mourned the death of Shade, lost to a Two-leg trap during a risky training situation, and his parents, falling soon after to a border skirmish. To no one’s surprise the grief brought the pair closer, and soon after earning their formal names, they became mates.
Though the pair had decided that kits weren’t for them (the pair was too happy with their duties as mentors and warriors), they had a certain fondness for the youngest of the clan. Oftendays on their times off one or the other could be seen telling them tales. For a time, they were happy.
It wasn’t until the creation of Fieldclan (regarded with suspicion by Storm himself) that things started turning sour. Moth, one of Storm’s apprentices during his early days as a warrior, disappeared. Becoming reserved and withdrawn, it was some time before he would return to his normal self. But things grew tense between him and Minnow, and it wasn’t until their later years that they eventually grew close again.
Close to his 65th moon, Minnow passed away in her sleep one leafbare (weakened from food shortage and a cough), and again he drew into himself.
With enough time, he would recover, more patient than before, his urge to protect greater than ever, and his stories tinged with a newfound wistfulness.

RELATIONSHIPS

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Mother: Blizzard (Deceased)
Father: Hawk (Deceased)
Siblings: Shade (Deceased), Snake (F)
Mate: Minnow (Deceased)
Kits: N/A
Other: Moth (previous apprentice, unknown), various other apprentices

Adoptables: Possibly Snake and Moth.