Post by soulreaperneko on Aug 11, 2011 11:23:21 GMT -5
Flamepaw
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Name:
Gender:
Tom
Age:
7 moons
Clan:
Shadowclan
Ranking:
Apprentice
Description:
Orange tabby with one blue eye and one green eye.
\\Body://
His body is long and slender, with a touch of stockiness at his legs and tail. Compared to his slender, elegant body and tail, his legs are short and unrefined in comparison. His main body is long and refined, smoothly transitioning into a long, elegant tail with a bushy tip. On the other side, the transition is slightly rougher, but still slows into a finely shaped head and neck. His body then sprouts legs that are shorter, less slender and more stocky than the rest of his body, leaving them less elegant than the rest of his appearance.
\\Pelt://
His soft, short pelt is mainly different shades of ginger, except for his muzzle and chest, which are a reddish-orange. His front left paw is white. His main coat color is a very pale golden-shaded ginger, slowly darkening into a dark maroony red. This dark ginger is mainly on his back and tail, his tail's stripes almost all consisted of the color, except for a few stripes of white. This color also resides on his ears, coating them in a fiery red. The red color slowly gets lighter and less intense on his back, flowing smoothly into his base coat and then into a very pale cream on his underbelly. His chest and forelegs consist of a dark orange color that is consistently darker than the rest of his pelt. He still has a dark ginger tabby "M" on his forehead. Next to his eyes are a thin line dark ginger, which helps reflects the sun away from his eyes.
\\Eyes://
Flamepaw's unique eyes are round and inquisitive, filling up the rest of his face that his muzzle and ears don't. One is a dark, leaf-colored shade of green that reflects and retracts sunshine very well. The other is a deep navy color. This eye is not a pure navy though. It is flecked with a soft, faint light green. His eyes are a simple shape; round and exact. They are like a smooth, ever-shifting lake of blue and green, that has a short black claw jutting though it. This "black rock" is his pupil, and it is short and pointed: like a claw. His right eye's pupil is much skinnier than his other sides.
Personality:
He retains a bright, optimistic, and energetic personality. When he was young, he worked hard to gain praise and recognition from his father. However, he had discovered that his father hated him to the point of not wanting to touch him. After experiencing this, Flamepaw began thinking that there is no guaranteed thing in the world. He thought of himself as weak and, in order to protect people, he could at least remain an obedient kit and let harm come his way. Flamepaw likes cute, younger she-cats and flirts with them frequently.
Flamepaw is terribly excitable. He's prone to sudden mood swings, ground-slamming, shouting, and when he is being thoughtful he tends to trail off his sentences. But he is also very strict, and unafraid to take control of a situation. He likes to tease those that come to train with him with the danger their lives will be in. He has an overwhelming sense of humor and is constantly cracking jokes. Underneath, however, he's very emotionally distressed, and is known to suddenly become quite depressed. He has no problem throwing quiet death threats into everyday conversation. He usually never follows them out though. The death treats are just another form of the jokes he makes. He would never hurt a fly, unless it was bugging him or something. Flamepaw is very peaceable and doesn't enjoy fighting. He dislikes anyone who enjoys fighting. His dislike might even turn into despise if he knows you have killed someone. Even though he threatens people with death, he hates killing.
Positive
His great sense of humor, a strong personality.....and that's about it. His sense of humor allows him to light up a room, and to cheer other cats up. His strong personality means that he can resist temptations and focus on his Clan. Flamepaw is very peace-loving and loyal to his Clan.
Negative
Well, first of all, parents are a tender subject for him. When the subject comes up his mood will change drastically. Flamepaw also tends to trail of on his sentences when he's thinking. There is such a thing as too happy, and that's Flamepaw.
History:
Family:
- Mother: Whisperwind[fake mother/Shadowclan/deceased]
Iciclestep[real mother/Thunderclan] Unknown to him
- Father: Viperstrike[fake father/Shadowclan]
Ravenwing[real father/fake uncle/Shadowclan] Unknown to him
- Siblings: N/A
- Mate(s): N/A
- Kits: N/A
- Other Kin: Unnamed cousin[deceased]
- Relationship Status: Single
[Before Birth]
Viperkit was born to Featherdance and Gingerstripe of Shadowclan. Whisperkit and Ravenkit were born around the same time to Kinksnap and Berrycloud, also of Shadowclan. They all grew up without a care in the world, never separating from each other and always causing trouble, as kits always do. At their first gathering as apprentices, they met Iciclepaw, a she-cat from Thunderclan. They all became good friends, talking together at gatherings and occasionally chatting at the border.
Around this time Viperpaw and Whisperpaw became very close. They were the best of friends, nothing could tear them apart. When they were made warriors, Viperstrike and Whisperwind stood vigil with Ravenwing, Whisperwind's older brother. After the vigil was done, the first thing Viperstrike said to Whisperwind was "I love you." Ravenwing didn't seem too bothered by this, they were all friends, and he'd seen the way they'd looked at each other. It was no secret that they liked each other. However, he had a little secret of his own.
[Kithood]
When Whisperwind gave birth to Flamekit, the medicine cat that had helped Whisperwind thought that something was wrong. Viperstrike had taken the newborn kit away from the sleeping mother and swept out in the rain, not telling anybody where he was going or why he was going there. His excuse was that he wanted to celebrate the birth of his child alone, but in reality, Ravenwing had come to him earlier in Whisperwind's pregnancy. He and Iciclepaw, now Iciclestep, had become mates, and Iciclestep had become pregnant. He knew that her clan would ask who the father was, and they would both be punished. Viperstrike agreed to switch the two kits, on the condition that Ravenwing and Iciclestep never met again. When the time came, Viperstrike took his newborn soon to the Thunderclan border, where Iciclestep stood waiting with the young Flamekit. By pure chance the two kits had looked somewhat alike, both having orange pelts. Viperstrike snapped his son's neck and buried him there at the border, then returned to camp with Flamekit. He had not told Whisperwind of his plans, nor of Ravenwing's choice of mate. But she had known, as a mother always knows. However, she asked no questions, and treated Flamekit as if he were her own.
A few moons after the above events, Flamekit's foster mother went out for a walk. Her body was found on the Thunderpath, hit by twoleg monster. The clan mourned the death of Whisperwind, and Flamekit was left alone. His father had never paid any attention to him, so his uncle Ravenwing became a father figure for him. He loved his uncle, but Flamekit always wondered why his father was never around. He tried hard to be the best son he could be, never straying out of camp, and practicing his warrior skills.
One day, Ravenwing confronted Viperstrike, questioning him about his cold feelings towards his son. Flamekit overheard the conversation;
A gentle breeze ruffles the high grasses that litter the floor of the camp. Close to the warriors den was the nursery. Inside the scuffling of paws and excited mews could be heard. A ginger tom leaped onto a taller adult cat. The larger tom rolled onto his back, attempting to get the kit off. Suddenly the kit stopped giggling and let himself roll off his uncle. The larger cat looked at the kit. Do you want to play something else? he asked the little tom.
The ginger kit looked up at his uncle with his mix-matched eys. Ravenwing, does father hate me? he questioned. This caught Ravenwing off guard. He looked at his 'nephew' with pity. I don't know, why don't we try asking? Flamekit bristled at this. NO! he cried, then continued quietly, I-I don't want him to be offended... Ravenwing narrowed his eyes. He turned and started to walk out of the nursery. I understand, then I'll go ask your father about it. He broke into a run and left the nursery. W-Wait!
Flamekit stood up and raced after him, but his legs were smaller than his uncle's and when he caught up they were already talking. -so if you visited him, I'm sure he'd be happy! Ravenwing was saying as the kit slowed down to a walk. Go away. His father's voice made Flamekit stop. Why?! How could you reject your only son? His uncle's voice was strained, as if he were holding back his anger. As much as it pained him refer to Flamekit as Viperstrike's son instead of his own, there were others who were listening. Viperstrike looked at Ravenwing, then at Flamekit. I refuse to acknowledge that creature as my son.
Anything else:
N/A
