Thunderstar - windclan leader

Thunderstar is a massive, towering tom. His shoulders are broad and his body wide. There is nothing small about this tom. His paws are the size of a small rock and his tail is long. His legs are like tree trunks on a cat. They are strong, giving him more power than speed. His actually body is large, but not fat. His bones are just big, and he has massive amounts of muscle on them. His head is rather heart shaped, angular and sharp. There is no doubting that he is one of the largest cats in the forest.

He is a tan tabby tom. His base color is slightly darker than dust, just a shade or two off from off-white. His markings are thin and much darker than his base color. They are a deep brown, the color of dark chocolate (even though cats have no idea what dark chocolate is). There is no other color on his whole body. He almost looks like a tan zebra. His body is littered with scars from battles upon battles, but they only earn him respect. His eyes, a deep ivy green, are ones to envy. Though they shine with darkness that Tigerstar once had in his eyes, they are mesmerizing.

Thunderstar is an incredibly dark tom. He loves to kill, and loves power. He loves scaring cats, and thrives on being afraid of. He rules with an iron fist, and everyone knows it. No one will dare speak up against, he has too many followers and plus his size is intimidating. He is a smooth talker, so eloquent that you would never think you were being led into a trap until you were already caught in it. The tom is extremely handsome and charming. It would explain how such a dark tom rules a whole clan with no one standing up to him.



He is infatuated with greed. He loves power, and always wants more of it. He wants to be a god, wants to be feared like the devil is feared by Christians. And he will get his way. He is a chatty tom, loving to talk and chat with everyone and anyone under the stars. He doesn't come off as the evil type right away, only to those who know him. He can hide his emotions extremely well, and can hide his thoughts just as well. This being said, he is a fantastic liar. He can tell you your paw is on fire and somehow make you believe it.



He is not impulsive whatsoever. He is methodical, patient and always willing to wait for his plans to come to life. But he isn't very clever. He isn't smart about cats and the way the will react to things. He would much rather just kill anyone who gets in his way

Thunderflash was born to Blackblizzard and Speckledcloud on a incredibly stormy night. The wind howled like it had never howled before, and so their first kit got named after the noise that followed his birth. Thunder. The second, Rainkit was named for the drops of rain her mother heard, even if her pelt was a brown tabby color. Ivykit was named for her black tabby markings on her dark brown pelt. The kits grew up being close, and from birth everyone knew that Thunderkit would be a problem. He was pushy and mean from the start. Five moons after their birth, Speckledcloud died of greencough. The poor thing. She was so young. It was then, when Thunderkit saw his mother's dead body that he realized his fascination with the dead. He didn't dare tell anyone of his discovery, but he knew it would change his life forever.

When they became apprentices, Rainpaw and Ivypaw decided to steer away from Thunderpaw. As soon as he killed his first piece of prey he found the power that his claws gave him, and buried it deep in his heart. There it began to grow and fester into a thirst for death and blood (not literal). It grew dark tendrils that ensnared his heart and mind. He would never let anyone see this, however. Oh no. He knew they would shun him, they would tell him he was wrong. But he wasn't. He had never felt more right in his life. He put on a nice front. He was eloquent and had finesse that everyone wanted. One day, he was out hunting with Rainpaw when she chased a rabbit into a hole. She brought it out - a rabbit that was much bigger than anything he had caught. The competitive and jealous brother mauled his sister, began beating her until she stopped moving. With her blood all over his claws and body, he felt so alive. He loved the power it gave him, loved the fear scent she was still giving off.

He washed himself, as much as he could. She had not gone down without a fight, and had left him with a gaping wound on his chest. He removed his fur from her claws, and her fur from his. Oh he was so clever. It would be perfect. He ran back to clan, told them that she had been attacked by a fox, and everyone believed it. He got named a warrior early for his bravery in the fight, and everything worked out for the best. Not even Ivypaw questioned his story. His father died shortly after of old age. Thunder was disappointed his couldn't kill that tom. He was a terrible father for raising such a dark child. Ivypaw he decided should live. She was feisty and had a fire in her that he always admired.

When he was 20 moons old he got an apprentice. The she-cat's name was Palepaw, and she was a beauty. She was sharp tongued, independent, opinionated, and innocent. Thunderflash taught her how to hunt and how to fight, and she fell in love with massive and charming tom. She confessed her love to him, and professed that he loved her too, though he did not. He was just looking to hurt someone else. He wanted to see if hurting cats emotionally would give him the same thrill as killing did. He convinced her to wait until she was a warrior to announce their love to clan, and she agreed. When she became pregnant, however, she got hysterical. She wanted to tell everyone, but Thunderflash knew that it would not be good for his plan to become leader. So he convinced her to tell the clan it was a rogue who raped her, and even beat her up a little to make it look convincing. He was such a smooth talker, the poor naive she-cat had no idea what she was getting into.

She died giving birth to two beautiful kits. Thunderflash put on a sad face for a day or two, but in reality he was glad she died with his secret. The clan would never know the kits were his, and he didn't even have to get his claws dirty. Beautiful. The tom kit - Tigerkit - looked almost exactly Thunderflash. No one seemed to think anything allowed, but the thought was always in Thunderflash's mind. He went to a gathering not long after that and met Emberstrike. It was there, that everything changed. He began talking with the tom, and soon realizing they both had the same ideas. To become rulers of everyone. They met at the island after the gathering a couple days later and began to plot. They would become leader of their clans and then they would wage war. They would preach of revolution and talk of reformation. One clan to rule them all.

With their plans all in mind, the two went back to their clans to get to work. It wasn't two days after that that Thunderash was named deputy after the old one had drowned in the lake. What a coincidence. Thunderflash wasn't afraid to get his claws dirty, but he knew better than to kill the leader also. He waited for old Spiderstar to die of old age, since the tom was old anyway. He could be paitent. And as it turned out, it was better to wait. For as soon as the decrepit tom died, Thunderstar started preaching to the clan of reforming. He started to unravel his cruel and brutish nature and turned everyone into fearing him. No one could defeat him in battle, he had yet to been defeated yet. He was scary and would kill or exile anyone in his way, and everyone knew it. Ivystep, his sister, tried calming him down, but one hit from her brother was enough to shut her up.