[ Formally, Wolfybro. I was on the old site and March 15th marks my one year. ]
The kitty-pet life has been frowned upon for it's ways of being lazy. How the cats are rather fat,gulping down nutritious free meals from their two legs. they didn't have to work for their meals,they didn't have to build their own nest,they didn't have to hunt every day. They didn't have to do a lot of things but there are things they do suffer. The pain Aime felt when we was taken away from his mother;he shall never forget. he will never forget the look on her face when he was put in the weird smelling metal den and taken away to a new place;alone with out his siblings. Kitty-pets were separated and dressed up sometimes against their will;while they may not have to suffer physical problems that clan cats do,there are many emotional problems.
For the rest of his life his felt lonely even though he had his two leg,Cherry. he did love her,she wasn't the typical two leg either. She would let him outside and he lived moments away from the clans;the greenery of the forest enticed him. Though he had a deep connection with Cherry,she was a rather old nofur and was aging pretty quickly and Aime had grown attached to her because of this,feeling the need to take care of her whether it be letter her run her weak fingers through his thick fur or simply sitting in her lap while they watched the moving pictures on the light up box.
But soon that time came for an end,as the age had caught up with Cherry. He could remember the look on her face as she took her last breaths. He sat on her chest,purring until she fell asleep. they were in a white room when that happened,not home. And usually he would have been scared not being at home but when he was with Cherry,he felt all was right. Another emotional bond broken. He had lost his mother-and hasn't seen her since and now he had lost the only thing left he had closely associated with family. Any nofurs that had taken care of Cherry always wore white pelts,and had never paid attention to him. He eventually made his way out of the white room and the building with his nose. Many of the nofurs tried to capture him,but he made it out and ran for the nearest forest her could.
He ran as fast as he could and didn't stop running,the wind through his light brown tabby fur felt pleasant as the fresh air his his nose. he didn't care if he hurt himself by running through thorn bushed-he just kept on running until he knew he was safe and away from everything. He eventually tripped,and fell rolling down a hill and was injured badly. He doesn't remember what had exactly happened,but he remembered the wind being knock out of him in all directions and soon watching the world fade from his glossy green eyes.
When he woke,he was in Thunderclan.
He was scared at first,gleaming eyes staring at hom from all directions;analyzing him. He had never been around so many cats before. So many to look at and so many scents around him. It felt intoxicating to say the least. He was in a nest,a cat pressing plants to any wounds he had. "You had a pretty bad fall,I thought you were dead." Dead? How long had he been out? It all felt like he was only knocked out for a few seconds when he had learned it had been a few days. Everything was so new,but he was curious.
He was soon taken in as an apprentice of Thunderclan.
He refused to take a new prefix-Cherry had given it to him. he was new to the clan and didn't consider anybody family,he was a young tom and he wasn't an idiot that cats didn't seem to trust him around the place. Aime'paw it was,training to be a warrior of Thunderclan. Now he had always been interested in living in the forest but the time with Cherry was unforgettable and he wouldn't triad it for the world. He missed Cherry greatly,but he was growing to like his new life now too.
Many challenged his loyalty constantly,challenging his roots of being a kittypet. He got used to them and didn't really care about them. He didn't find use in retaliation because he held his kitty-pet roots with pride. It was a symbol of who he was as a cat,and he wouldn't change who he was. He made a few close friends,but not many from the same challenging issue. He trained hard though to prove himself though,it wasn't that he wanted to prove people wrong but he did it for himself.
Aime'Storm
The name symbolized how fiercely he would protect his clan,how he would jump into battle for his clan willy and proud of his and would hold his clans legacy with pride. He came in like a storm. Figuratively and physically,rolling down a hill into Thunderclan territory and all. There were still glances of cats as he past,he would sway his hips in confidence and maybe give a little wink towards any cat that was talking about him. He didn't care. While he was not loyal to the kitty-pet life anymore he wouldn't change his past for anything. Sure he was different ; but the only think that made him different from his clan was his bloodline.
But battle and legacy wasn't all he found beauty in,he finds beauty in the simplest of things whether it be sharing a time with kits and elders or helping other warriors. He wasn't proving himself to anyone,he was simply being a loyal cat.
Now when the "Era" had set in his morals didn't change at all,he supported his clan and Starclan and did not support the newest rulers. They disgraced Starclan by taking the suffix "night" which had rose emotions in him. It got to the point he started a group,a mini protest of cats you could say during it. He and these cats (which were named Silverfang,Ivystream,Lionshade and Willowstorm) fought with force against any cats they found that supported their leader. though they did this in secret of course,not wanting to get banished. This meant late nigt patrols at their boarder or exploring their territory constantly. He lost many hours of sleep,but he didn't regret it. Cats didn't know what he did because he did it in secret,while it was easy for him to use the "golden group" as a cructh to prove his loyalty to cats,he didn't. He was about helping other cats,not proving himself constantly for approval.
So now,everything has settled. The clans are rebuilding and Aime has taken it in his personal interest to spend time with queens and help them,where he had met a new friend named Krestalkit. She is rather mature to him,showing age beyond her years as if a warrior ancestor has placed themselves into a kit as she spoke. He explain tot he kit that kitty-pets could join a clan and do as much as any clan cat if they tried,and explained that it didn't matter what bloodline you were,but what you stand for.
It was at that moment,he knew that kits like this couldn't grow up with the stress of the lack of high ranks in his clan. He wanted to step up and be there for cats,he wanted to be something. But he was doing it for himself,not to prove others wrong. He wanted to be a provider,he wanted to give seeing as this clan had given him the family he was torn away from.
Aime;
The french word for the the word "loved"
His twoleg Cherry had given it to him,and he had felt love then with her.
Storm
He came in like a storm in this clan,unexpected confidence with his kitty-pet roots and held them with pride and wanted to hold his clan in tact.
Perhaspe;he could give his clan love,and give then the peaceful storm that they've been needing. A rebuild.