NAME: Twilightstorm

RANK: Elder

AFFILIATION: AspenClan

IMMEDIATE KIN:
Fennelbrook (mate, formerly)
Lionclaw (mate, unofficially)
Cinder (mate, unofficially)
Swiftfeather (mate, unofficially)
Brambleflame (daughter)
Darkkit (son)
Fenfeather (daughter)
Runningleaf (son)
Smokefrost (son)
Sootfall (son)
Sunkit (son)

BASIC APPEARANCE: Large, long-furred silver tabby tom with yellow-amber eyes.

DETAILED APPEARANCE: Twilightstorm is a silver tabby, his thick fur marked with black tabby stripes, and he has yellow-orange eyes that contrast intensely with the fur around his face. He is a larger than average tom with strong muscles from battle and large paws that land a heavy blow.

PERSONALITY & DESCRIPTION: Twilightstorm is one that many would say is in touch with his inner kit. If he can't be found around camp, then the next place to look would be with the apprentices and kits. Such inquisitive minds are usually interested in the tales of his victory in battles, but he can also be found partaking in their games on a regular basis. It can be hard to tell, but he has his guard up almost at all times. He puts up a tough front, but has a secret soft side that's only briefly seen by those he's closest to. One such cat was his sister, Littlebrook, the former medicine cat of AspenClan. He was very protective of her and they were very close, Littlebrook being the only one that could see through his wall. Her death was very hard for him, and he has found it hard to open up to anyone else since. Which is why, although he gets along well with kits, he has little to no relationship with most of his kits. As he has come around to maturing - which some would say took long enough - he has realized that he should try to repair his fractured relationship with this remaining kits with the help of a surprising friend. Of all of the cats in AspenClan, he would have never guessed that the next cat he would open up to would be Fennelbrook. She has been the only she-cat to truly tame the wild Twilightstorm without quelling his free spirited nature, even looking past his many flings. Although he can still be obnoxious and boastful at times, he has found that there is a time and place for such behavior. He has a loud, deep voice and his laughs can often be heard at a distance. One thing maturity has not quelled is the excitement he gets in battle. His battle songs can be heard across the battlefield. It was for this reason that he received the suffix "storm" in his warrior name. He has a way of flying into battles like a storm, his strikes are like lightning and his battle cries are like thunder. He's not the greatest at hunting, finding he has little skill in stealth for stalking prey, but still does his best to bring in a fair share of fresh-kill.