Post by Flamefur on Feb 7, 2009 18:23:21 GMT -7
Name-
Flamefur
Age-
Twenty four stars (Two years)
Previous Names-
Flamekit, Flamepaw
Gender-
Tom Cat (Male Cat)
Clan-
MysticClan
Rank-
Warrior
Extra-
Nope!
Appearance-
Flamefur is a bright ginger tom with a flame-colored pelt. His fur is short and sleek with pale sun-orange stripes covering his ribs. He has mid-length legs with narrow and muscular shoulders. The ginger tom takes pride in his thin build. Flamefur's back legs are heavily developed and are very strong, giving him a large advantage when swimming, jumping, or running. Even though his pale orange ringed tail is short, he has great balance and the flexibility of a snake. His paws have long gray claws in a precise curved shape that are very sharp and dangerous. His narrow head and pricked ears finish off his head with brilliant emerald green eyes. All together, Flamefur is a very handsome young tom.
Personality-
Flamefur is a loyal, courageous young tom that has a unique and different personality than most cats. No cat can doubt how true he stays to those he cares about and it would be pointless to question his loyalty to the Clan, but sometimes bravery and loyalty can be a bad thing. Flamefur rarely carries out orders, instead he does what he finds the most beneficial for the Clan... even if it means recklessly charging in to battle. He has the heart of a tiger and would never do anything to harm his Clan. Flamefur is also especially spirited and loves running and swimming just for the fun of it. This ginger tom has a whole different personality than many cats.
History-
Flamekit was born in to MysticClan with his sister Cherrykit. Their father Duststorm was killed in battle before Silverflower, his mate, knew she was pregnant. She cherished her kits more than anything and any cat. She would not leave her kits alone in the nursery for fear they would get hurt. When both kits were five moons old, she was ordered to go on a patrol and leave her kits to play with each other. Cherrykit and Flamekit were playing when the ginger tom kit twisted his paw. Silverflower acted as if he had broken something rather than sprained it when she found out. The sunhigh when the kits became apprenticed Cherrypaw went out with Silverflower, her mentor Redwind, and another apprentice Sandpaw on a patrol to drive away a badger with a set nearby. Flamepaw had to stay behind because of injury. At dawn the next day, Redwind came with Cherrypaw's lifeless body on his back and at the end of the line of cats Silverflower limping in anguish. She was in shock and had to stay in the medicine cat's den. Two moons later, Flamepaw couldn't sleep. He wandered to check on his mother and saw her doing something. The ginger tom didn't want to interrupt so he crouched in the bushes and watched as Silverflower rolled five blood red berries in to her paw and ate them. Deathberries. She crumpled to the floor lifeless and Flamepaw turned and ran, yowling in grief. Several moons later, he was made Flamefur... a warrior of MysticClan.
Roleplay Example-
Flamefur was hunting.
He wasn't in the mood to get wet right then, so he ran fast and breathless over the marshy terrain. The ginger tom felt his muscles pound and enjoyed the feel, really. He leaped over some bracken and scented the air. The strong smell of plump, warm mouse filled his jaws. Flamefur dropped in to a crouch and darted his green eyes to find the gray body to attack. Spotting it, he pounced forward and ripped it with his claws.
The mouse kept running, blood welling in a small wound on its back. Flamefur sprinted after it, knowing that there was no way it would make it too far and wanting to finish off the small prey quickly. He decided to catch it for the Clan leader Lonestar, because she was just a great leader and he wanted to please her.
Heart pounding in his ears, Flamefur jumped forward and sunk his teeth in to the small body. The ginger warrior covered it with two paws and hung his head, eyes closed. "StardustClan, thank you for this prey to feed my Clan and thanks for its life, given to feed us." It was tradition to thank StardustClan for prey once killed, and Flamefur didn't want to be any different. He picked the carcass up in his jaws and trotted back towards the Clan, the dead mouse hanging limp in his jaws.
Flamefur
Age-
Twenty four stars (Two years)
Previous Names-
Flamekit, Flamepaw
Gender-
Tom Cat (Male Cat)
Clan-
MysticClan
Rank-
Warrior
Extra-
Nope!
Appearance-
Flamefur is a bright ginger tom with a flame-colored pelt. His fur is short and sleek with pale sun-orange stripes covering his ribs. He has mid-length legs with narrow and muscular shoulders. The ginger tom takes pride in his thin build. Flamefur's back legs are heavily developed and are very strong, giving him a large advantage when swimming, jumping, or running. Even though his pale orange ringed tail is short, he has great balance and the flexibility of a snake. His paws have long gray claws in a precise curved shape that are very sharp and dangerous. His narrow head and pricked ears finish off his head with brilliant emerald green eyes. All together, Flamefur is a very handsome young tom.
Personality-
Flamefur is a loyal, courageous young tom that has a unique and different personality than most cats. No cat can doubt how true he stays to those he cares about and it would be pointless to question his loyalty to the Clan, but sometimes bravery and loyalty can be a bad thing. Flamefur rarely carries out orders, instead he does what he finds the most beneficial for the Clan... even if it means recklessly charging in to battle. He has the heart of a tiger and would never do anything to harm his Clan. Flamefur is also especially spirited and loves running and swimming just for the fun of it. This ginger tom has a whole different personality than many cats.
History-
Flamekit was born in to MysticClan with his sister Cherrykit. Their father Duststorm was killed in battle before Silverflower, his mate, knew she was pregnant. She cherished her kits more than anything and any cat. She would not leave her kits alone in the nursery for fear they would get hurt. When both kits were five moons old, she was ordered to go on a patrol and leave her kits to play with each other. Cherrykit and Flamekit were playing when the ginger tom kit twisted his paw. Silverflower acted as if he had broken something rather than sprained it when she found out. The sunhigh when the kits became apprenticed Cherrypaw went out with Silverflower, her mentor Redwind, and another apprentice Sandpaw on a patrol to drive away a badger with a set nearby. Flamepaw had to stay behind because of injury. At dawn the next day, Redwind came with Cherrypaw's lifeless body on his back and at the end of the line of cats Silverflower limping in anguish. She was in shock and had to stay in the medicine cat's den. Two moons later, Flamepaw couldn't sleep. He wandered to check on his mother and saw her doing something. The ginger tom didn't want to interrupt so he crouched in the bushes and watched as Silverflower rolled five blood red berries in to her paw and ate them. Deathberries. She crumpled to the floor lifeless and Flamepaw turned and ran, yowling in grief. Several moons later, he was made Flamefur... a warrior of MysticClan.
Roleplay Example-
Flamefur was hunting.
He wasn't in the mood to get wet right then, so he ran fast and breathless over the marshy terrain. The ginger tom felt his muscles pound and enjoyed the feel, really. He leaped over some bracken and scented the air. The strong smell of plump, warm mouse filled his jaws. Flamefur dropped in to a crouch and darted his green eyes to find the gray body to attack. Spotting it, he pounced forward and ripped it with his claws.
The mouse kept running, blood welling in a small wound on its back. Flamefur sprinted after it, knowing that there was no way it would make it too far and wanting to finish off the small prey quickly. He decided to catch it for the Clan leader Lonestar, because she was just a great leader and he wanted to please her.
Heart pounding in his ears, Flamefur jumped forward and sunk his teeth in to the small body. The ginger warrior covered it with two paws and hung his head, eyes closed. "StardustClan, thank you for this prey to feed my Clan and thanks for its life, given to feed us." It was tradition to thank StardustClan for prey once killed, and Flamefur didn't want to be any different. He picked the carcass up in his jaws and trotted back towards the Clan, the dead mouse hanging limp in his jaws.
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