Storm, ironically, is predictable, unlike a storm. He is generally friendly, happy to help however he can; be that via herbs, listening, watching kits, or just about anything one might need as long as it doesn’t distract from his medical duties. Storm is also a connoisseur of gossip around camp. He likes knowing what's up, not that he’ll directly talk to anyone about an issue he heard unless he deems it necessary. Mostly he jokes around with warriors about their crushes, and elders about their old loves and what their children are up too.
He gets along easily with others because of this, however he can be a bit hard to get close to personally as the tom is often brutally honest and blunt. He doesn’t mean any harm though, he simply doesn’t see the need to lie. As one would assume given his position, Storm is very tolerant and smart. On more than one occasion, he has listened to an elder bad mouth him as he worked her aching joints with little more than a ‘uh huh, oh that sucks.’ He loves experimenting with herbs, mixing and matching them to get the most useful mix of herbs. This does mean that he tries most of these concoctions on himself, however, as he can’t risk using a mixture he doesn’t understand on a sick cat. It’s not all clear skies with him though, when tensions rise, Storm can be quite cold. When the tom gets stressed, he often becomes quite snipity, and more sarcastic than normal. At his worst, he is vindictive. Cursing out star clan for taking a life too early, half the mind to march down to the moon pool and demand an audience. He eyes hostile warriors at gatherings disdainfully, knowing full well which ones hurt his clan mates. Sometimes he’ll start fights with them, relishing at the fact that those warriors can’t attack him during gatherings. Overall, Storm is a tad awkward, well meaning tom that is very proud of his position and will do everything he can to protect his clan.