Post by Foxed on Sept 6, 2008 0:54:16 GMT -5
The fire flickers the name..
Flameflower.
This flame has raged for..
Twelve Moons.
I was born a..
She-Cat.
Until my fire dies, I am loyal to..
Swiftclan.
I hold the position of a..
Warrior.
The flames reflect my image as..
Flames twisted around the body of a cat. Base color is a brilliant orange, switching shades in a light-dark pattern of stripes, and shimmering different shades of orange depdning how the sun shone onto it. My face had a unique pattern of streaks on each cheek; a darker ginger then elewhere which curved in a odd fashion, two lines rippled towards the eyes, the higher one branching into two, the top part touching to the corner of my eyes and the lower moving to meet then end of the lower line. A snowy white broke the flame colors only on my chin and throat, mixing slightly with the orange at the edges to form a creamy coloration. My pelt is also short, but thick and soft.
My eyes were odd; pools of hazel-fire that glowed with intelligence. Usually they were amber with red faded over it and slight touches of yellow here and there. Though, the colors of my flaming eyes new changes, the amount of each color could change abit, yet no color ever became solid or completely vanished.
Size was unusually small, dainty and delicate appearing in comparison to even other Swiftclan felines. The average six moon old apprentice was about her size, though, it varied of course, some were smaller and some were larger, but usually atleast as big as me. Built is slender and made purely for speed, appearing fragile, though, maybe if I were a apprentice it wouldn't.
Finishing details to my appearane include bright pink skin, along with a bright pink nose, snowy white fangs and claws, and pure white whispers.
The flames within me make me..
Intelligent and firey, known for being able to have words of wisdom, often followed up by a sarcastic comment. A sharp-tongue and short-temper could make me easily seem disloyal or not trustworthy, though, that'd be a wrong judgement. I have loyalty to my clan, and so long as it doesn't put the clan in danger can be trusted with almost any information.
Around kits, I am abit uncertain as to how to act, often feeling atleast slightly afraid I'll harm them, and usually holding a strong need to defend them at any cost. Other then that, every individual cat gets the amount of respect they earn in my opinion, though that doesn't mean my sharp-tongue and short-temper won't be present at them if they do earn respect.
In battle I think as swiftly as I move, always trying to remain one step ahead of the opponent. Plus, I know how to use my size and speed with a touch of trickery to make my opponents underestimate me in battle-a bad mistake. I have a love for battle, though do not go around starting wars, provoking them, or encouraging them in any way.
The story of my life..
I was born a clan cat, my parents Firetail, a odd creamy colored tom who's tail darkened to orange, and Puddlesong, a lightly colored calico with aqua blue eyes. Along with my parents I also had two brothers; Ebonykit, a black tom with emerald eyes and Tailkit, the runt, a light ginger tom with a dark ginger tail. We were a happy famiy of cats; Puddlesong never let us out of her loving gaze and Firetail spent every free moment with us. Though, Tailkit, being the runt, was often sick or abit weak.
Our first time out of the nursery is really the first memory i have clearly. A bright and sunny new-leaf day, with my bigger brother Ebonykit and my little brother Tailkit seeing the world for the first real time alongside me. We had great fun, running around and playing. Though, right after that Tailkit became ill, ending our fun as we constantly sat with him, trying to get our little brother better.
It didn't work. Tailkit faded away slowly and painfully, the medicine cat doing everything she could. In the end, he left them for Starclan. For atleast a moon I sat in the nursery and medicie cat den next to where Tailkit usually sat, mourning patheticly for my little brother who I had been so attached to. Yet, my saddness didn't bring him back. So I continued on, though I was far from the same hyper kit I was before.
Finally the appretice ceremony came; which ment a different den from the one I had sat with my siblings in. I was renamed Flamepaw, mentored by Earthstep, a muddy colored tom with issues. My training started right away, and my time with Ebonypaw seemed to be nonexistant. Earthstep had me training constantly, causing me to basicly stop talking to my family. Though, I was quickly heading down the path to being a great warrior.
At about nine moons old, I returned from a hard day of training only to find out Puddlesong had been badly injured by a mother fox and her in-training pups. When I went to see her, I found a badly torn up cat who barely looked like my mother through the stained fur, lack of fur, and injuries. The medicine cat said she wasn't in stable condition and her fate was unknown.
Days passed, and I was finally informed of her fate.. she had left me like Tailkit had. I mourned, Firetail mourned, and Ebonypaw mourned. Then Firetail decided he was leaving the clan.. wishing to get away from the painful memories of his dead kit and mate. Ebonypaw agreed, deciding to leave too. Then it was my turn to say I was coming. Yet, I didn't. Instead I said I was loyal to my clan, and then watched them leave me too, yet, in a different way.
After this, I trained harder with Earthstep, and after a battle at ten moons, earned my warrior name. Flameflower. With my new name, I moved on, trying my best to be a great warrior. Sadly, I didn't hear anything from Firetail and Ebonypaw after they left, and don't expect too.
My blood burns within..
My deceased mother; Puddlesong, a light calico she-cat with aqua blue eyes. My father, who is now a loner, alive or not I do not know; Firetail, a cream tom with a orange tail and green eyes. My older brother, who is now a loner too, alive or not I also do not know; Ebonypaw, a black tom with emerald eyes. Lastly, my younger brother, who is now deceased; Tailkit, a light ginger tom with a dark ginger tail and blue eyes.
