Post by flameclaw on Jan 21, 2009 19:09:51 GMT -5
you know the secrets I could never tell
» • »name , Flameclaw
» • »gender , Tom
» • »age , Seventeen Moons
» • » birthdate , 8th December
» • »clan , WindClan
» • »rank , Warrior
when I'm quiet you break through my shell
» • »appearance , The fire of the darkness he lurks in, fur ginger tabby, but his pelt is a little...different then the average orange tabby. He has a little more then just shades of ginger in his fur. With the hints of brown on his darker stripes, they stand out a little more then on a typical tabby of his colour. Flameclaw also has a black paw, his left rear one, and a midnight patch over his right eye, too. White, soft chest and front right paw. This is Flameclaw of WindClan's fur for you. It is obvious where this fire-pelted tom's name comes from; his mother made a good choice.
Eyes of a colour mixed with green and yellow, tints of amber accomponying these colours. Inside these oval-like shapes the mixture of ordinary cat eye colours is most beautiful; but still so cold and eerie - reflecting Flameclaw's personality. The mist of his eyes is a grand sight but oh so sinister.
They have a treacherous sparkle and reflect the moonlight and sunlight in a manner even spookier then usual. If you think it's scary when your lazy kittypet or dumb old mutt's eyes reflect the light, you need to meet Flameclaw. His eyes captivate you, and are almost hypnotizing with their bitter beauty.
Lean and long legged, the expected built from the swift runners of WindClan, though Flameclaw may be considered 'slower' then some WindClan because it is like some of his speed was replaced for muscle, because he may not be as muscular as... lets say ThunderClan, but this ginger tom is above average with WindClan standards. Flameclaw's trustworthy claws remain sharp; ready to tear into flesh and fur. Fangs deadly and preparing to lunge at your throat. Flameclaw can be that brutal, he may not appear it, but trust me. If you can trust a cat like me...
don't feel the need to do a rebel yell
[/b][/color][/size][/font][/center]» • »personality , The quiet, mysterious and supposibly shy tom of WindClan is not the feline he appears. He is not a coward, and not shy. Just preferring to be alone most of the time... and there isn't a problem with that, right? After all... not being Clanborn he may not be as socialable as the Clan cats as he was born a loner and is kindof like the loner of his clan. But by choice, of course, because it is actually extrememly obvious that he wants to be ignored when he sits in the camp with a distant, cold look in his eyes or hunts with murderous attacks on the rabbits of the moor.
Evil? No. That is a too strong word to describe Flameclaw. He is very different, and when he was brought to WindClan he was fascinated with Tigerstar legends rather then haunted by them like the other kits in the nursery.
And the recent happenings have been confusing, but somehow Flameclaw had a little bit of admiration for the great great great great great great great great grand-daughter of Tigerstar. But Crimsonstar was missing something... but Flameclaw is like that, thinking every evil cat is missing something. Sometimes he feels he has a missing peice and is longing to finish the jigsaw of himself.
Flameclaw has ambition - but not in the way Tigerstar did. Killing is something Flameclaw has always done and never hesitated to murder anything - from bird to cat. But he would not become the ruler of the forest and let his evil bloodthirsty rath spread across the forest to combine the Clans into one led by him! No... he just wants to proove his strength and avenge something that happened to him in the past, in his kithood. Fire may be my name, but I know that I am cold as ice...
'cause you keep my feet on the ground
[/b][/size][/font][/center]» • »history , The rain fell, drenching forest floor beneath it that had already been dampened by the shorter rainfall that morning. But now the night was dangerous and preparing to let it's rath upon an innocent place. And there was a mother, holding a kit in her trustable jaws, and running in a gallop-like mannor. Kit mewling, the mother narrowed her eyes at the tom sadly for him to keep silent, and he was intelligent for a kit and understood immeidiatly.
She reached WindClan, and noticing that it was a Clan, she left the kit in the leader's den - the leader was asleep and she fled as quick as a flash. The she-cat loner was gone, and the leader woke and was in for a shock when there was a kit in his den. The flame-coloured tom was awoken from his slumber and he looked at the leader with eyes that almost threatened the poor leader. It was almost like they were saying that the leader would have his lives stripped from him if the kit wasn't allowed to stay.
Knowing a few words, the kit annonced his name was Flame when the leader asked, and he became Flamekit. Flameclaw doesn't remember where he came from when his mother brought him to the Clan moons ago. Even if the Clan was in the peaceful phase at that time, Flamekit did not fit in with the other kittens. He was more serious, less playful. He had a cold, negative approach to life and the mothers told their kits to keep away from Flamekit. Lonely, but not deppressed.
The time came - the time every kit wants to come sooner. Becoming an Apprentice. The kits that were Flamekit's age, two litters of three kittens, were chattering in excited mews about becoming an Apprentice - finally. "How excited are you, Flamekit?" purred Rosekit. "I am soooooooooo excited I'm going to burst! I wonder who my mentor will be." Rosekit was a pretty light cream she-cat with a white belly and paws and some darker cream-light brown tabby stripes that blended into her pelt well.
Flamekit's response was a simple yawn, but Rosekit didn't get upset about this because she had expected him to act like he was not bothered. Out of all the kits, Rosekit was the kindest to Flamekit and gave him his space when he needed it. She licked him, a small groom on the ear, but received a death-glare and her ears fell back. Hmph, thought Flamekit. What is so good about being an Apprentice? You have to be the elder's slaves and are rarely chosen for gatherings. As if she had read his mind, Rosekit told him; "It's better than being a kit, trust me."
Flamepaw was soon announced the best Apprentice fighter the Clan had ever seen. His kind, gentle mentor told him that he had to do more nice things for the Clan and not always be so keen to do battle training. Rosepaw was a very good hunter and was fast as a cheetah, swiftly killing the moorland rabbits with ease. The other Apprentices were average WindClan standard, except for Roughpaw, who was below the standard and always was getting into trouble with his mentor, who was strict and incredibly harsh on naughty little apprentices.
Roughpaw was envious of Flamepaw's strength, and his connection with Rosepaw. Rosepaw was Roughpaw's love and he knew he was only young, but the way he made her laugh and her giggle jingled like a bell... That rogue Flamepaw was not better than him! No. He would have to dispose of him. Roughpaw felt a sensation of bloodlust rush through his body and he narrowed his eyes slyly. "Tonight..."
And so, 'tonight' happened, and Roughpaw knew that Flamepaw would go out and gaze at the moon for a bit before hitting the hay, and the calm tom was sitting perfectly contentedly when Roughpaw padded over. "Heya mister charming," meowed the apprentice. Flamepaw looked at him, confused, out of the corner of his eye. "What do you mean 'Mister Charming'?" asked the tom, innocent as a tiny kit in the nursery.
Roughpaw burst out laughing, eyes rolling, cackling like a witch. Flamepaw narrowed his eyes. "I don't see what's funny. AND you will wake everyone up." Roughpaw ended in a snort-like grunt and sighed. "You stole my girl. Rosepaw was mine, and I want my she-cat back." Flamepaw twitched, obviously annoyed at Roughpaw, but inside he adored Rosepaw. She was the sweetest she-cat ever. He loved her. "W-what do you mean?"
"Isn't it obvious?!?" snarled Roughpaw. "She really digs you, you dumb piece of fox-dung!" Flamepaw was obviously disturbed by being cursed at by a cat so weak and stupid as Roughpaw. The brown cat in front of him had his hackles raised, though he was no match for the muscular Flamepaw. "Is this a challenge?" asked Flamepaw, mockingly and curiously, his eyes cold and Roughpaw felt a chill run down his spine but he was not going to back down so easilly. "I am going to put you to an end once and for all, Flamepaw the great!" He dropped into a position that cats leap into when they are about to pounce.
Rosepaw heard all of that, faking a slumber, but was too frozen with fright to help to aid Flamepaw against Roughpaw who had obviously lost his mind. How was she to know he cared that much? But Flamepaw couldn't die. She leaped from her den and sheilded her love, resulting in her being slaughtered by Roughpaw instead of Flamepaw. Blood splattered there was a terrible scream. Roughpaw stood over Rosepaw's body. Almost all of WindClan was woken by the noise.
Flamepaw was too hurt by Rosepaw's death to murder Roughpaw, he stood over her body and tears streamed from his eyes. "Rosepaw." The she-cat gasped and spluttered. She was a true mess, it was surprising how one beautiful cat could look so ugly when injured. "E-end my m-misery Fla-Flame-Flamepaw. I'd rather you th-then anybody el-el-" She closed her eyes and slowly re-opened them. "But before you do... I have always loved you, become a great Warrior for me." They were experienced enough to become Warriors, and the leader was arranging the ceremony to be the day after.
"I've always loved you too, Rosepaw!" cried out Flamepaw before biting down hard on her throat. Not much blood was spilled, but she was finally out of pain and in StarClan. After that one gorey night, Flamepaw swore never to love anybody again as love only brought more pain. And life brought enough misery- love didn't need to make the despair worse. Flameclaw always dreamed of Rosepaw from that day, greiving for her, and when Roughpaw become Roughwhisker he mysteriously died; obviously slaughtered by a cat. I wonder who...
talk with me now and into the night
[/b][/size][/font][/center]» • »rp sample , Wind whistled, breeze of coldness ruffled the ginger tom's fur. He narrowed his eyes. This tom was the almost-always-silent one, the unique one, the weird one. The Clan talked about him and some knew about the Rosepaw event and how he never cared for another cat ever again, not even in alliance let alone love or friendship. His respect for the leader was different. It did not mean that he liked Heatherstar, he had no choice but to respect her.
Flameclaw let out a sigh, boredom striking him like claws, and they were tearing into him, prooving the saying ''boredom kills'' is utter truth. Swishing his tail, he got to his paws. Sitting in the den like a lazy piece of fox-dung would not cure the boredom, so he decided to hunt, go hunting. Feeding the Clan is always considered heroic in a way. Sometimes prey is incredibly scarce and the hunters are worshipped by the starving youngsters and elders.
Elders, kits, thought Flameclaw. Why in the name of StarClan would I want respect from them. They are weak, and useless. Well... kits become warriors. All elders do is moan and boss the younger, fitter cats around! He was padding and hoping he would get no bitter looks from the Clan cats. He knew there were rumours about him being related to evil cats such as Tigerstar, but he had two words to say to these theories when he was asked. "As if." Tigerstar? Get real, kits.
Paw hit grass and mud, the wind bringing the scent of rabbit towards his keen nostrils, and keeping him downwind. He licked his lips at the tasty scent and the thought of how he would slaughter the innocent, little mammal. There's one over there, he thought. Lucky thing, it'll be brought down quickly and painlessly by me. Unless I'm in the kind of mood to make another creature suffer... He evilly grinned and began to bound towards the rabbit, his long leaps powerful but the rabbit still hopped one bounce ahead of him. If only he could hunt like Rosepaw.
She's gone now! He convinced himself to let go of the past but at the thought of that he was desperate to show another creature pain... like the pain of seeing Rosepaw's bloody body. Flameclaw caught up with the rabbit and attacked it. The hunt was successful and the rabbit was in great pain. What a beautiful sight. It could not move, and was gasping and huffing on the ground. This wasn't breaking the Warrior code, was it? The mess was not bloody and Flameclaw could make a clean kill easilly. And this kill was not for fun. Ending the rabbit's misery, he prepared to bring it back to camp.
hokay, so, here's the deal: this form was made by skye of starshine but you can use it. on one condition. do not steal. oh, and the lyrics are from 'true friend' by miley cyrus. kthanksbye.