Post by Tiny on May 2, 2012 9:02:32 GMT -5
FLAMESTORM
"Orange tabby tom."
"Orange tabby tom."
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Gender:Tom
Age: 38 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Position:Warrior
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Physical Description:
Flamestorm is an orange tabby tom. He is about medium size. His stripes are lighter than most tabby's so it can be hard to see them at times. They are the lightest on the sides, being the darkest around his legs and along his spine. He has some strong muscles, that he flashes regularly, hoping toms will be jealous and she-cats will like him.
Personality Description:
Flamestorm is a very loyal cat. He would be ready in an instant to attack anyone that says otherwise. He would die for his clan. He is also very calm cat. He reacts to the worst things possible with total calmness, or as much so as possible.
He loves kits and wishes to have some one day. He could always amagine little orange tabby that look like him running around. But first, he knows he must find the perfect mate. He plans on doing just that one day.
He would love to become leader. He thinks it would be a great honor. But he know that with great thing can also come with great responsibility. He is patient and would do nothing to stop him from being a Clan Leader. However, his ambition is not so great that he would kill for it. He thinks working hard is the best way to achieve something, and that is just what he will do.
Flamestorm hates liars. He thinks that telling the truth is one way to keep yourself out of anymore trouble. He also doesn't like loners or rogues very much. They are disgusting creatures that don't obey the Warrior Code. To accept a rogue back into a Clan is just like haveing the same thing happen all over again to him. If they were chased out of their home, there must be a reason for it.
He's quite a flirt when it comes to she-cats. He'd flirt with any she-cat, RiverClan or not. But he knows better than to go falling in love with a cat from another Clan, and he's careful about not doing so.
History:
Kit-hood: When Flamestorm was a kit, unlike his siblings, he rarely got in trouble. He was one of a litter of 4/ He had two sisters, and one other brother. He and his sister, Nettlekit at the time, were as good as gold. They were rarely apart and stayed out of trouble, unlike his brother Scurykit, and his sister, Cloverkit. Nettlekit and Flamekit usually stayed away from Scurykit and Cloverkit. They didn't want to be caught doing something wrong.
Apprentice-ship: Nettlekit and Flamekit were made apprentices before Cloverkit and Scurykit. His two siblings had gotten in too much trouble, so their leader decided to prolong their apprentice ceremony. The first time Flamepaw went out as an apprentice, he went with his sister, and they got into a border fight. His mentor was injured badly and did not survive. Flamepaw was very sad, but he was given a new mentor. Nettlepaw and Flamepaw used to train together all the time. They usually went hunting after battle training. Their mother and father disappeared shortly after.
Warrior-hood: On Nettlewing's and Flamestorm's vigil, they had a rogue attack the camp. The siblings chased it away with the help of Scurypaw and Cloverpaw, who had still been apprentices. Cloverpaw had decided to chase it out of camp on her own, and she met the consequences. The rogue was too much for her and her killed her. The leader gave Scurypaw his warrior name, but on the night of his vigil, he decided to get revenge on the rogue and in turn died. Nettlewing and Flamestorm were devestated with loosing two sibling in two days.
RP Sample
There it was! What he had been looking for all day: some type of prey. It wasn't really his kind of setting, forest. Rivers were where he preferred to hunt, being a RiverClan cat and all. He gathered his thoughts and put all his effort into this hunt. For as long as he had been hunting today, he couldn't afford to loose this meal. As he crouched, the bush he was hiding underneath swayed gently with the wind. Parting his mouth ever-so-slightly, he took in the scents around him. The mouse's scent wasn't coming towards him, but his scent wasn't going toward his prey either. He took a couple silent steps forward. His ear flicked sideways some, checking his surroundings once more before he went in to kill the mouse. Once satisfied, Flamestorm bunched his muscles, preparing for the spring. Pushing off with his back legs, he jumped forward quickly, barely giving the mouse time to realize what was going on. Killing the rodent with a quick bite to the back of his neck, the orange tom looked around, making sure nothing had crept up on him while he was distracted.
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