Thunderstorm

[Dusk]

I was first called Thunderkit, now I am known as Thunderstorm. Currently I am part of SkyClan, my age being 17 moons, and my rank, an apprentice. I am of the male gender, which means I'm a tom.

What am I like? Well, of course in MY own opinion, I am one of the kindest cats you'll find! I'm not being serious. However, considering the surroundings I have, sadly, been raised around, I am quite cautious, not so much of my own clan but VoidClan and VortexClan. I don't mind fighting. I do not, however, like fighting to death, nor killing others. I am not always happy and I am not always sad, I guess I found a middle ground, don'cha think? Whatever they are fighting about, completely pointless if you ask me. Innocent lives being taken, when are they going to realize how pointless and mouse-brained this fight is, when are they going to realize how many lives that could have been much better are being killed off, one by one? Anyway, I am helpful but I can be lazy and I like to think, sometimes. Lazy but likes to think, sounds funny... right?

Thankfully, I was born on one of the clearer, warmer days on this usually, cold and harsh mountain. I had a sister but at a young age, she got sick and died. My mother, of course, mourned her death but took even more care of me, perhaps more than I would have preferred. I learned the ways of the warrior code, as they were taught to us. Not exactly trusting nor liking my mentor but nothing I could really do about that. Time went by and I became a warrior.

He raised his head, blinking at the harsh light that was making its way into the den. One, of course, would assume that a cat irritated by such a light would get up already, or do something so the light no longer shined in their eye's. However, Thunderstorm, being the lazy cat that he was, simply lay there, closing his eyes to block most of the sunlight out as he fell into a light slumber.

Like always, he was unlucky, for he could feel a claw pushing against him, a claw that wouldn't stop. With a jolt, he opened his eyes, glaring at the tom who only gave him a calm stare back. Warrior duties, like always. Of course, being a warrior wasn't much different than being an apprentice, but you had more authority. "Alright, Alright!" he mewed angrily as he pushed himself up.