Post by shiningheart on Jun 20, 2012 16:00:14 GMT -5
Name: Flarespark
Age: 31 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Ranking: Warrior
Description:
For the most part, Flarespark has inherited his father's size. His shoulders are broad and muscular, and his legs long and slender. To his eternal mortification, he has his mother's tiny and dainty paws. His pelt is ginger and tabby, with the thickest stripes being on his back and legs. His muzzle is light ginger, too dark to be white but too light to be ginger. His eyes are amber, taken from his mother's mother, and his ears are long and round.
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Personality:
Flarespark is a sarcastic son of a jerk, that's for sure. He uses every chance he can get to use sarcasm, even if it's inappropriate or directed towards a higher rank than him. Or, even more dangerous, his mother! StarClan help him if he ever annoys his mother with sarcasm. Even in battle, when it's just him and his opponent, he'll taunt and mock and tease them into an enraged frenzy. It comes naturally to him, second just behind breathing.
He only goes to the enraged frenzy stage with his enemies, though. Flarespark would never willingly harm or belittle his Clanmates. He uses his sarcasm for the powers good! He acts goofy to make his Clanmates laugh, even in the darkest of times. Make no mistake, though, he knows to be serious when he needs to be. The problem is just that he doesn't like to be too serious, you know?
You'd never guess from watching him that Flarespark really does secretly care about what others think of him. He worries that, no matter what he does, some cats will never accept him because of his tainted blood. He worries that, when he dies, StarClan won't accept him because he's not a true warrior. He wants cats, alive or dead, to accept him. He wants to be included in the Clan. And more than anything, he wants his parents to be proud of him. Flarespark doesn't worry about his mother not being proud; she tells him every day, no matter what he's done or is doing. It's Jaystorm's approval he wants more than anything.
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History:
Violet and Jay were a kittypet and loner, respectively. Violet was a kind-hearted and gentle she-cat who couldn't stand to see anyone hurt. When she found Jay, he was bleeding mortally in an alley after a fight. She dragged him, unconscious, by the scruff to her house, where her two old housefolk took care of him.
Once he woke and healed a little, he explained about himself. He was a traveling loner, a cat who came and went whenever he wanted. Jay spoke of his adventures with patient remembrance whenever she asked. He told of misty forests and rolling valleys and mountains as high as the sky. Violet was enraptured with his tales, and their love for the stories slowly turned into a love with each other.
When Violet became pregnant with his kits, her housefolk abandoned them. They were left on the edge of a forest that they now know as RiverClan's territory. When a patrol found them, they were welcomed into RiverClan. Violet became Violetheart. Jay chose his own name, Jaystorm.
Kit
A moon after they came to RiverClan, Violetheart birthed a single tomkit: Flarekit. He was a genetic oddity to the Clan. His father was black with ice blue eyes and his mother was cream-colored with dark blue eyes. He was ginger with amber eyes. Their only guess was that Flarekit had taken his genes from his grandparents.
From the very beginning, Flarekit was a trouble-maker. The first time Jaystorm came to the nursery to see him, his eyes hadn't even opened. Yet when Jaystorm sniffled his pelt gently, Flarekit had taken a swing at his nose with one tiny forepaw. Violetheart thought it was terribly cute, but Jaystorm recognized a fighting spirit in his son.
As he grew, Flarekit gained very few friends. He had more followers than anything else, because he was the biggest and most adventurous in the nursery. He always had the best plans and the best games. To the other kits, he had a presence that practically yelled at them to listen to him. It made him rather arrogant, and he went around the camp with his tail held high, like he was already leader of the Clan.
He either ignored the looks from his Clanmates or didn't know about them. They whispered that kits like that had no place in the Clan, that his 'bad blood' would be the end of them. They'd always stop whenever Jaystorm or Violetheart glared at them, but it never stopped for very long. Flarekit played and argued and challenged like any other kit until the day he was made an apprentice.
Apprentice
Mistybrook was a positively lethal she-cat whenever she was annoyed. Considering that was Flarepaw's specialty, he usually went to bed with aching muscles and boxed ears. He always had a smirk on his face, though. In those days, there was nothing more fun than to annoy his mentor.
Despite their problems with one another, the two worked well together. Flarepaw was an attentive apprentice when it counted, listening with concentration focused on the exercise at hand. By the time two moons had passed, he'd been become a decent hunter and fighter.
He learned as much from his father, however, as he did from his mentor. From his life as a loner, Jaystorm knew some tricks that warriors were unaware of. He knew how to check if a burrow would make a good place for a fox den and/or badger sett. He knew how to keep track of the migrating birds or fish and how to find one that's likely injured. Even better, he knew how to fight.
Whenever Flarepaw wasn't working with Mistybrook, he was badgering Jaystorm to show him all of his 'super-awesome-cool moves'. Sometimes his father caved, sometimes he didn't. When he did, Flarepaw became a little stronger each day. When he didn't, Flarepaw flounced off to go annoy Mistybrook some more.
That's when she came to the Clan. Though he's never admit it, even to himself, Flarepaw thought Rainpaw was kind of pretty. Her sleek gray fur and wide green eyes caught his eye easily. Her blood was impure, just like his. She was descended from kittypets, something that not a lot of cats in their Clan let her forget anytime soon. Flarepaw never joined in with the Clan's teasing, but he never stood up for her either. He told himself it was because she didn't deserve to be a warrior if she couldn't take a few harsh word and had absolutely nothing to do with his totally nonexistent worry that he'd embarrass himself in front of her.
Flarepaw worried occasionally that the harsh words would hurt Rainpaw's self-esteem beyond repair, but he underestimated her. For every insult hurled toward her, she hurled one back with just as much ferocity. He admired her inner fire. She was confident, but had enough modesty to keep her from being arrogant. She was kind, but had enough defiance to not blindly follow orders. He thought she was perfect.
Being a few moons older, he got his warrior name before her. He had a regular final assessment. No unexpected battles to earn glory, no saving the Clans to make his mark on history, no saving anybody's life. To be honest, Flarespark kind of wished there would be. Then he could have impressed Rainpetal without nearly dying for her. Their relationship wasn't exactly as positive as he would have liked. To be more precise... Rainpetal could barely be near him without arguing. She hated him.
At least until they were about 25 and 22 moons respectively. It'd been a wonderful newleaf day. Flarespark had meant to be hunting, but was instead lazing up in a tree. Rainpetal passed under him, and he couldn't resist calling out to her. "How's the hunting, Rainpetal?" He hadn't meant it sarcastically, either. It was the most sincere he'd ever been near her.
Despite that, she still rolled her eyes at him. "Just what I needed: a headache and a nuisance bundled up into an annoying ginger furball." Flarespark jumped out of his tree to stand in front of her, and she snorted at him. "If you must know, it's going rather well. I've caught two fish, one water vole, and a robin. What are you doing up there, anyway?" Under the sharp tone, he sensed a genuine curiosity.
And who was he to deny her curiosity? With a sarcastic smile, he lowered his head and pressed his chest to the ground in a gallant bow. "Making sure pretty she-cats like you don't get carried away!" Instead of smiling, or even snickering at the compliment, she raised an eyebrow and waited. Flarespark chuckled at her expression and meowed, "In all seriousness, I spotted a hawk flying around. I wanted to check it's progress and see how close it got to camp before reporting it."
He could see the surprise in her gaze. Despite himself, he felt a tiny prickle of irritation. Was it really that surprising that he worried for the safety of his Clanmates? Yes, he acted like a sarcastic jerk half of the time, but he was still a loyal RiverClan cat!
That's when the bushes rustled. A sharp snarl cut through the air and, before either of them could react, a blur of red attacked. A fox, battle-scarred and angry. Working together, Flarespark and Rainpetal managed to chase it away with even more scars than it already had. After that, their relationship improved drastically. Instead of arguing every time they were together, it was more like affectionate teasing.
It wasn't until next newleaf, though, that Rainpetal took a romantic interest in him. The leafbare before had brought on more snow than usual, making the river burst it's banks. Rainpetal fell in first, and the current was going too fast to swim well. Flarespark jumping in after her, more determined than he'd ever been before. He saved her life, nearly drowning himself. Only by the skill of the medicine cat was he able to survive. Before he'd lost consciousness, he looked right at the terrified Rainpetal and said, "Good. I'd hate to die before telling Rainpetal I loved her."
He woke up the next morning in the medicine den, with Rainpetal pressed up against him, sleeping. For a few minutes, a few precious minutes, Flarespark just watched her. Her shoulders rose and fell reassuringly with each breath. Impulsively, he gave her a delicate lick on her ear. It was enough to wake her. The moment she realized he was awake, she practically tackled him and purred so loudly, he could barely understand her. "Thank you! And I'm sorry! I love you too!"
Now they're living happily together, with Violetheart badgering him senselessly about giving her grandkits. Flarespark and Rainpetal are actually discussing it, but no plans have been made yet.
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Age: 31 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Ranking: Warrior
Description:
For the most part, Flarespark has inherited his father's size. His shoulders are broad and muscular, and his legs long and slender. To his eternal mortification, he has his mother's tiny and dainty paws. His pelt is ginger and tabby, with the thickest stripes being on his back and legs. His muzzle is light ginger, too dark to be white but too light to be ginger. His eyes are amber, taken from his mother's mother, and his ears are long and round.
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Personality:
Flarespark is a sarcastic son of a jerk, that's for sure. He uses every chance he can get to use sarcasm, even if it's inappropriate or directed towards a higher rank than him. Or, even more dangerous, his mother! StarClan help him if he ever annoys his mother with sarcasm. Even in battle, when it's just him and his opponent, he'll taunt and mock and tease them into an enraged frenzy. It comes naturally to him, second just behind breathing.
He only goes to the enraged frenzy stage with his enemies, though. Flarespark would never willingly harm or belittle his Clanmates. He uses his sarcasm for the powers good! He acts goofy to make his Clanmates laugh, even in the darkest of times. Make no mistake, though, he knows to be serious when he needs to be. The problem is just that he doesn't like to be too serious, you know?
You'd never guess from watching him that Flarespark really does secretly care about what others think of him. He worries that, no matter what he does, some cats will never accept him because of his tainted blood. He worries that, when he dies, StarClan won't accept him because he's not a true warrior. He wants cats, alive or dead, to accept him. He wants to be included in the Clan. And more than anything, he wants his parents to be proud of him. Flarespark doesn't worry about his mother not being proud; she tells him every day, no matter what he's done or is doing. It's Jaystorm's approval he wants more than anything.
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History:
Violet and Jay were a kittypet and loner, respectively. Violet was a kind-hearted and gentle she-cat who couldn't stand to see anyone hurt. When she found Jay, he was bleeding mortally in an alley after a fight. She dragged him, unconscious, by the scruff to her house, where her two old housefolk took care of him.
Once he woke and healed a little, he explained about himself. He was a traveling loner, a cat who came and went whenever he wanted. Jay spoke of his adventures with patient remembrance whenever she asked. He told of misty forests and rolling valleys and mountains as high as the sky. Violet was enraptured with his tales, and their love for the stories slowly turned into a love with each other.
When Violet became pregnant with his kits, her housefolk abandoned them. They were left on the edge of a forest that they now know as RiverClan's territory. When a patrol found them, they were welcomed into RiverClan. Violet became Violetheart. Jay chose his own name, Jaystorm.
A moon after they came to RiverClan, Violetheart birthed a single tomkit: Flarekit. He was a genetic oddity to the Clan. His father was black with ice blue eyes and his mother was cream-colored with dark blue eyes. He was ginger with amber eyes. Their only guess was that Flarekit had taken his genes from his grandparents.
From the very beginning, Flarekit was a trouble-maker. The first time Jaystorm came to the nursery to see him, his eyes hadn't even opened. Yet when Jaystorm sniffled his pelt gently, Flarekit had taken a swing at his nose with one tiny forepaw. Violetheart thought it was terribly cute, but Jaystorm recognized a fighting spirit in his son.
As he grew, Flarekit gained very few friends. He had more followers than anything else, because he was the biggest and most adventurous in the nursery. He always had the best plans and the best games. To the other kits, he had a presence that practically yelled at them to listen to him. It made him rather arrogant, and he went around the camp with his tail held high, like he was already leader of the Clan.
He either ignored the looks from his Clanmates or didn't know about them. They whispered that kits like that had no place in the Clan, that his 'bad blood' would be the end of them. They'd always stop whenever Jaystorm or Violetheart glared at them, but it never stopped for very long. Flarekit played and argued and challenged like any other kit until the day he was made an apprentice.
Mistybrook was a positively lethal she-cat whenever she was annoyed. Considering that was Flarepaw's specialty, he usually went to bed with aching muscles and boxed ears. He always had a smirk on his face, though. In those days, there was nothing more fun than to annoy his mentor.
Despite their problems with one another, the two worked well together. Flarepaw was an attentive apprentice when it counted, listening with concentration focused on the exercise at hand. By the time two moons had passed, he'd been become a decent hunter and fighter.
He learned as much from his father, however, as he did from his mentor. From his life as a loner, Jaystorm knew some tricks that warriors were unaware of. He knew how to check if a burrow would make a good place for a fox den and/or badger sett. He knew how to keep track of the migrating birds or fish and how to find one that's likely injured. Even better, he knew how to fight.
Whenever Flarepaw wasn't working with Mistybrook, he was badgering Jaystorm to show him all of his 'super-awesome-cool moves'. Sometimes his father caved, sometimes he didn't. When he did, Flarepaw became a little stronger each day. When he didn't, Flarepaw flounced off to go annoy Mistybrook some more.
That's when she came to the Clan. Though he's never admit it, even to himself, Flarepaw thought Rainpaw was kind of pretty. Her sleek gray fur and wide green eyes caught his eye easily. Her blood was impure, just like his. She was descended from kittypets, something that not a lot of cats in their Clan let her forget anytime soon. Flarepaw never joined in with the Clan's teasing, but he never stood up for her either. He told himself it was because she didn't deserve to be a warrior if she couldn't take a few harsh word and had absolutely nothing to do with his totally nonexistent worry that he'd embarrass himself in front of her.
Flarepaw worried occasionally that the harsh words would hurt Rainpaw's self-esteem beyond repair, but he underestimated her. For every insult hurled toward her, she hurled one back with just as much ferocity. He admired her inner fire. She was confident, but had enough modesty to keep her from being arrogant. She was kind, but had enough defiance to not blindly follow orders. He thought she was perfect.
Warriors
Being a few moons older, he got his warrior name before her. He had a regular final assessment. No unexpected battles to earn glory, no saving the Clans to make his mark on history, no saving anybody's life. To be honest, Flarespark kind of wished there would be. Then he could have impressed Rainpetal without nearly dying for her. Their relationship wasn't exactly as positive as he would have liked. To be more precise... Rainpetal could barely be near him without arguing. She hated him.
At least until they were about 25 and 22 moons respectively. It'd been a wonderful newleaf day. Flarespark had meant to be hunting, but was instead lazing up in a tree. Rainpetal passed under him, and he couldn't resist calling out to her. "How's the hunting, Rainpetal?" He hadn't meant it sarcastically, either. It was the most sincere he'd ever been near her.
Despite that, she still rolled her eyes at him. "Just what I needed: a headache and a nuisance bundled up into an annoying ginger furball." Flarespark jumped out of his tree to stand in front of her, and she snorted at him. "If you must know, it's going rather well. I've caught two fish, one water vole, and a robin. What are you doing up there, anyway?" Under the sharp tone, he sensed a genuine curiosity.
And who was he to deny her curiosity? With a sarcastic smile, he lowered his head and pressed his chest to the ground in a gallant bow. "Making sure pretty she-cats like you don't get carried away!" Instead of smiling, or even snickering at the compliment, she raised an eyebrow and waited. Flarespark chuckled at her expression and meowed, "In all seriousness, I spotted a hawk flying around. I wanted to check it's progress and see how close it got to camp before reporting it."
He could see the surprise in her gaze. Despite himself, he felt a tiny prickle of irritation. Was it really that surprising that he worried for the safety of his Clanmates? Yes, he acted like a sarcastic jerk half of the time, but he was still a loyal RiverClan cat!
That's when the bushes rustled. A sharp snarl cut through the air and, before either of them could react, a blur of red attacked. A fox, battle-scarred and angry. Working together, Flarespark and Rainpetal managed to chase it away with even more scars than it already had. After that, their relationship improved drastically. Instead of arguing every time they were together, it was more like affectionate teasing.
It wasn't until next newleaf, though, that Rainpetal took a romantic interest in him. The leafbare before had brought on more snow than usual, making the river burst it's banks. Rainpetal fell in first, and the current was going too fast to swim well. Flarespark jumping in after her, more determined than he'd ever been before. He saved her life, nearly drowning himself. Only by the skill of the medicine cat was he able to survive. Before he'd lost consciousness, he looked right at the terrified Rainpetal and said, "Good. I'd hate to die before telling Rainpetal I loved her."
He woke up the next morning in the medicine den, with Rainpetal pressed up against him, sleeping. For a few minutes, a few precious minutes, Flarespark just watched her. Her shoulders rose and fell reassuringly with each breath. Impulsively, he gave her a delicate lick on her ear. It was enough to wake her. The moment she realized he was awake, she practically tackled him and purred so loudly, he could barely understand her. "Thank you! And I'm sorry! I love you too!"
Now they're living happily together, with Violetheart badgering him senselessly about giving her grandkits. Flarespark and Rainpetal are actually discussing it, but no plans have been made yet.
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