(WIP) Duskstorm [Elder]

[sil]

Name: Duskstorm
Age: 72 moons (6 years)
Gender: Male
Allegiance: MarshClan
Appearance:

Duskstorm is a massive, long-haired, brown tabby tom with such pale green eyes that they appear gray in the right light. The brown hue of his fur is darkest on his tail and at his back—so dark that his black stripes simply melt into the color. The brown fades into a lighter shade as it continues down his body, though the stripes remain black. He has a creamy white patch of fur on his chin and another on his chest.

A considerably noticeable scar curves down his muzzle and splits the far right half of his upper lip, resulting in a permanent, prominent snarl. His pelt is marked with a number of other scars, but his long fur covers most of them. Notches cut into both ears and his tail has a bit of a quirky angle.

He is going deaf in one ear, and the other is sure to follow.

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Personality:

He is a renowned grump who flip-flops between loving to boast about old Clan stories with enthusiasm… and harshly dismissing younger Clanmates entirely. Duskstorm dislikes that he requires assistance from those same younger Clanmates, as his old age and injured mouth makes it difficult for him to rid himself of fleas and ticks. He tends to complain loudly while an apprentice takes care of these nuisances.

His other Clanmates have a love-hate relationship with this elder; they put up with him either because they can see past his irritability or have yet to experience the brunt end of it. No cat can doubt his loyalty, however, nor the fact that Duskstorm would sooner give up his life than see his Clanmates injured, including those he professes to hate.

History:

As an apprentice, he displayed considerable skill in a number of areas; however, none of them were consistent. When he was in the mood, his size and fighting skill were an absolute menace in a scuffle. He was eerily silent in his determination; brutal and fierce. Other times, he was passive-aggressive in his approach. He would openly taunt and insult adversaries, yet, when his threats would finally antagonize the other, he would shy away from a physical confrontation with his tail between his legs. Duskpaw was an adept and perceptive hunter, but only when he had the patience. Otherwise, he would become frustrated easily. He enjoyed border patrols in spite of the fact that a majority of his Clanmates were rather loathe to join him, as his irritable, occasionally explosive personality made him a poor party member. Duskpaw was quick for his bulk, except on the occasions when he was in a gloomy mood, during which he was prone to dragging his paws.