NAME: Batstorm

RANK: Warrior

ALLEGIANCE: WillowClan

IMMEDIATE KIN:
Cleardawn (mother)
Chirpsong (sister)

BASIC APPEARANCE: Black and white tom with hazel eyes.

DETAILED APPEARANCE: Batstorm's patched coat is more white than black, with long white socks on all four paws and a large white diamond over his chest and muzzle that reaches between hazel eyes. He has a lanky frame with long legs and a long tail, topped with almost comically large ears that he will probably never quite grow into.

PERSONALITY & DESCRIPTION: One moment he’s here, the next moment he’s gone. One second he’s sitting quietly, the next he’s got himself stuck up a tree. Unpredictability is the normal for Batstorm, he never sits still for long, always following his nose into situations that any other cat would think twice before approaching. His lax attitude towards danger can be put down to one attribute; Batstorm is convinced he is invincible. He simply never considers the prospect of injury when he goes about his daily life, paying his safety no heed when his insatiable curiosity takes the lead. But it’s not a want to explore that makes him want to push his boundaries – he doesn’t need to go anywhere foreign and new, he’s perfectly happy getting stuck in the same tree day in and day out. He’s constantly in search of new ways to have fun, to test his abilities in the most daring ways he can come up with. It’s inevitable that one day this will lead to Batstorm’s downfall, but if anyone told him this he would merely shrug them off and continue with what he was doing. He’s a very independent cat, and while he doesn’t mind the presence of his siblings and friends he would be equally happy to go about his adventures with only himself for company. Despite this he loves to put on a show, either drawing shocked gasps from a crowd with his antics or making a fool of himself to keep his denmates entertained. He’s been like this since his kithood days, driving his foster mother mad with attempts to hang upside down from the nursery roof that made his name more accurate than ever. He has a better awareness than his sister of their RavenClan heritage and the events that preceded their acceptance into WillowClan, and sometimes he'll wonder about the mother he never knew and the path he might have walked. But the poor first impression of his birth father that he developed as a kit has led him to be sure that this is the life he is supposed to be living.