Post by Flamepaw~ on Jun 20, 2010 13:07:12 GMT -5
Your Name/Nickname: Lemonz, Lemony
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Characters Name: Flamepaw
Clan/Group: NightClan
Gender: Female
Age: 14 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Family/Mate:
Sunset (mother)- Whereabouts unknown.
Torret (Father)- Whereabouts unknown.
Mentor: Shadowstar
BFF: None so far.
Appearance:
Flamepaw is a small she-cat. She's a little undersized for her age, looking quite like a kit. Flamepaw has a somewhat short muzzle that is dotted (or striped) with a light orange color. Her tail and ears are in the same fashion, being also orange. Her paws are a little bit whiter looking than her creamy-colored fur. Her body is cream, with short, silky smooth fur that can grow longer during leaf-fall and leaf-bare. Her tail is neither short nor unusually long. She has good balance, but is clumsy more often.
She has long powerful legs, which makes her an amazing runner and jumper. With those abilities she is an excellent hunter. She has average sized whiskers, which make her a moderate tracker. She has a nice, pink wet nose. The most amazing thing on her body is the contrast of her blue eyes and her cream and light orange fur.
Personality:
Though small, this spunky and cheeky she-cat has a fiery personality. Because of her small size, she is called names often, which has led her to have a short temper.
She's a snappy and stubborn cat.
Her chest is swelled with pride, always boastful and such. Showing off to Clanmates, trying to show up her peers.
Occasionally, however, Flamepaw knows when to keep her mouth shut, especially when she's spoken sternly to.
The only time she is nice is pretty much when she's quiet or sleeping. On other days, when the prey is running good, and everything is bright and cheery in her world, she'll tend to be a tad bit nicer.
Not the best cat to tag along with either, she's always making trouble or getting into to it, known as being such a handful. She enjoys battling, though she isn't good at it, and butterflies. One of her goals is to be the best hunter and/or fighter. Also being leader, of course.
What she doesn't like is when the young or senior warriors are bossy, and when they make fun of her size. That makes her want to rake their ears off. What she also doesn't like are bees. She enjoys the honey that they make, but as a kit, she was stung by a few and was afraid of them ever since.
Past:
Kithood
Flame stumbled around in the clearing, pouting. Where had her Mommy and Papa gone off to? They left when the sun was high in the sky, but now it was setting, the blue sky now fading into purples, pinks, and darker blues.
"Sunset and Torret should've be back with a tasty mousey by nows." Flame purred. Her parents must be the best in the world! The tiny kit squealed however when she heard something in the bushes. It made a buzzing noise...
"What was that?" Flame stepped forward, sticking her head in the bushes that made the buzzing noise.
She's seen a bee's nest before, but never like this. The whole inside of the bush was dripping with honey, and bees buzzed around. Frightened, Flame reeled back, shaking the bush.
Once she shook the bush, the bees came buzzing out, furious.
Flame yelped over and over in pain as the bees stung her sides, paws, ears, just all over her body. Yowling, Flame ran to a river she had noticed before, diving underwater. She knew she couldn't swim, but something has to be done...
Flame blacked out, from lack of oxygen.
--
She woke up later, not knowing how many hours, or days, it had been. All she saw where a group of cats huddled around her, none that she had ever seen before. The little she-cat felt like a boulder was dropped on her, and her body stung greatly.
"Take her to Falcongaze..." a cat meowed, an edge to their mew.
--
Flame was born a rogue. She traveled a lot as a kit. She and her parents, Sunset and Torret had arrived at the clearing when she was five moons old. Actually finding their own kit a burden during traveling, they said they were going to look for prey. They actually ditched their kit, not a single drop of guilt in their messed up minds.
Just when Flame jumped into the river to ward of the bees, a NightClan patrol saw her, and came after her when she dived into the river. A warrior dragged her out, and when Flame's stings healed, she was raised by a thoughtful queen. When at the appropriate age Shadowstar asked her to join NightClan. She immediately agreed, and took her apprentice name, Flamepaw, and is being mentored by the leader himself.
Apprenticeship
Of course, when apprenticed, she explored the territory and borders, and went on a few patrols to get used to the large forest that NightClan roamed upon and owned.
Time rolled on, and little Flamepaw began to work harder on her hunting and fighting techniques. Soon enough she was a magnificent stalker, blending into the shadows and the trees as she stalked her prey, thanks to Shadowstar's advice, help and encouragement.
Her hunting skills made up for what she lacked: fighting abilities. She can land a blow, yet it is light. Her quickness is an asset, and maybe that will help her in an upcoming battle. Flamepaw herself has never been in a major war, maybe border skirmish that led to a small cut or two. She's glad of that, worried she'd probably be a burden to ones fighting alongside her. They would most likely be trying to save her life in fact.
Shadowstar drilled constantly the fighting techniques into her, but it never showed. It was usually a miracle if she was able to take down one of her Clanmates. Like the one time one of the apprentices during battle training tripped on a loose root. Her mentor had said: "Even a mere bramble root is a more formidable foe than you."
Instead of sulking, Flamepaw laughed at the words. "Maybe you're right about that, but is it a better hunter than me?"
She left the mentor surprised, but he quickly retaliated: "Maybe your fast enough to find moss for the elders den, since the tree can't do it." Shadowstar had grumbled and padded away.
Flamepaw grumbled herself too, but nodded to the other apprentice and their mentor. " Looks like you'll have to practice without me." The she-cat then walked away, going to go "hunt" some bedding for the elders.
--
She thinks soon that her warriorhood assessment will be approaching.
Sample:
Other:
By: Lemonz. (Your name here)
Any other characters? Jayflight, more to come.
Chatango Username: ILemonz
Contact Info: iifaint@yahoo.com, PM
How'd you find this site?: Plug board.
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Characters Name: Flamepaw
Clan/Group: NightClan
Gender: Female
Age: 14 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Family/Mate:
Sunset (mother)- Whereabouts unknown.
Torret (Father)- Whereabouts unknown.
Mentor: Shadowstar
BFF: None so far.
Appearance:
Flamepaw is a small she-cat. She's a little undersized for her age, looking quite like a kit. Flamepaw has a somewhat short muzzle that is dotted (or striped) with a light orange color. Her tail and ears are in the same fashion, being also orange. Her paws are a little bit whiter looking than her creamy-colored fur. Her body is cream, with short, silky smooth fur that can grow longer during leaf-fall and leaf-bare. Her tail is neither short nor unusually long. She has good balance, but is clumsy more often.
She has long powerful legs, which makes her an amazing runner and jumper. With those abilities she is an excellent hunter. She has average sized whiskers, which make her a moderate tracker. She has a nice, pink wet nose. The most amazing thing on her body is the contrast of her blue eyes and her cream and light orange fur.
Personality:
Though small, this spunky and cheeky she-cat has a fiery personality. Because of her small size, she is called names often, which has led her to have a short temper.
She's a snappy and stubborn cat.
Her chest is swelled with pride, always boastful and such. Showing off to Clanmates, trying to show up her peers.
Occasionally, however, Flamepaw knows when to keep her mouth shut, especially when she's spoken sternly to.
The only time she is nice is pretty much when she's quiet or sleeping. On other days, when the prey is running good, and everything is bright and cheery in her world, she'll tend to be a tad bit nicer.
Not the best cat to tag along with either, she's always making trouble or getting into to it, known as being such a handful. She enjoys battling, though she isn't good at it, and butterflies. One of her goals is to be the best hunter and/or fighter. Also being leader, of course.
What she doesn't like is when the young or senior warriors are bossy, and when they make fun of her size. That makes her want to rake their ears off. What she also doesn't like are bees. She enjoys the honey that they make, but as a kit, she was stung by a few and was afraid of them ever since.
Past:
Kithood
Flame stumbled around in the clearing, pouting. Where had her Mommy and Papa gone off to? They left when the sun was high in the sky, but now it was setting, the blue sky now fading into purples, pinks, and darker blues.
"Sunset and Torret should've be back with a tasty mousey by nows." Flame purred. Her parents must be the best in the world! The tiny kit squealed however when she heard something in the bushes. It made a buzzing noise...
"What was that?" Flame stepped forward, sticking her head in the bushes that made the buzzing noise.
She's seen a bee's nest before, but never like this. The whole inside of the bush was dripping with honey, and bees buzzed around. Frightened, Flame reeled back, shaking the bush.
Once she shook the bush, the bees came buzzing out, furious.
Flame yelped over and over in pain as the bees stung her sides, paws, ears, just all over her body. Yowling, Flame ran to a river she had noticed before, diving underwater. She knew she couldn't swim, but something has to be done...
Flame blacked out, from lack of oxygen.
--
She woke up later, not knowing how many hours, or days, it had been. All she saw where a group of cats huddled around her, none that she had ever seen before. The little she-cat felt like a boulder was dropped on her, and her body stung greatly.
"Take her to Falcongaze..." a cat meowed, an edge to their mew.
--
Flame was born a rogue. She traveled a lot as a kit. She and her parents, Sunset and Torret had arrived at the clearing when she was five moons old. Actually finding their own kit a burden during traveling, they said they were going to look for prey. They actually ditched their kit, not a single drop of guilt in their messed up minds.
Just when Flame jumped into the river to ward of the bees, a NightClan patrol saw her, and came after her when she dived into the river. A warrior dragged her out, and when Flame's stings healed, she was raised by a thoughtful queen. When at the appropriate age Shadowstar asked her to join NightClan. She immediately agreed, and took her apprentice name, Flamepaw, and is being mentored by the leader himself.
Apprenticeship
Of course, when apprenticed, she explored the territory and borders, and went on a few patrols to get used to the large forest that NightClan roamed upon and owned.
Time rolled on, and little Flamepaw began to work harder on her hunting and fighting techniques. Soon enough she was a magnificent stalker, blending into the shadows and the trees as she stalked her prey, thanks to Shadowstar's advice, help and encouragement.
Her hunting skills made up for what she lacked: fighting abilities. She can land a blow, yet it is light. Her quickness is an asset, and maybe that will help her in an upcoming battle. Flamepaw herself has never been in a major war, maybe border skirmish that led to a small cut or two. She's glad of that, worried she'd probably be a burden to ones fighting alongside her. They would most likely be trying to save her life in fact.
Shadowstar drilled constantly the fighting techniques into her, but it never showed. It was usually a miracle if she was able to take down one of her Clanmates. Like the one time one of the apprentices during battle training tripped on a loose root. Her mentor had said: "Even a mere bramble root is a more formidable foe than you."
Instead of sulking, Flamepaw laughed at the words. "Maybe you're right about that, but is it a better hunter than me?"
She left the mentor surprised, but he quickly retaliated: "Maybe your fast enough to find moss for the elders den, since the tree can't do it." Shadowstar had grumbled and padded away.
Flamepaw grumbled herself too, but nodded to the other apprentice and their mentor. " Looks like you'll have to practice without me." The she-cat then walked away, going to go "hunt" some bedding for the elders.
--
She thinks soon that her warriorhood assessment will be approaching.
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By: Lemonz. (Your name here)
