Post by tiger on Jan 24, 2009 14:51:01 GMT -5
say it loud and proud
» • »name ,Fleetkit, Fleetpaw,Fleetfoot
» • »gender , Tom
» • »age , 38 moons
» • »birthdate , August 18th
» • »clan , Windclan
» • »rank , Deputy
in the mirror
» • »appearance , Lithe, long, and skinny describes Fleetstar perfectly. But you may have heard that Windclan cats are small. Fleetfoot's not. He's tall, large, but the perfect word would be long. And though he's large he's nothing near Thunderclan or Shadowclan bulk, easily as slight and nimble as any small Windclan cat. That is what earned him his name. All Windclan cats are fast and quick on their feet, but not like the large Fleetfoot with his very long legs and tiny little paws. He is not the strongest cat in the clans, but he does have a fair amount of bulk due to his size. The best of both worlds his mother used to tell him when he complained about how he was so huge compared to the other apprentices. At first, when he was younger, he hated his size, but now he's grown to like it, and use it to his advantage.
His fur is on the thinner, shorter side. And it has a rough, bristly texture to it. If a large gale hits the moors, every single hair would stay put due to it's rigidness. Fleetfoot is mostly a dark grey, but lighter shades, black, and white run through his fur, giving him the title of a grey tabby. Nothing really unusual about the coloration. His paws are white, muzzle, tail tip, you know the normal places. Only one thing is out of the ordinary. On his back left leg there are three rings of dark ginger fur. Neither of his parents were ginger, so it's quite a mystery of where he got that gene. He is directly descended from Crowfeather, for he is directly and traceable related to Breezepaw, Crowfeather's son.
His eyes are very oval, and when he's angry, he narrows them so much that they look like tiny slits in his head. He walks with pride, tail waving in the air, head up, and ears always flicked a tad back in the beginning of hostility. Some say he's handsome, others say odd, but he says him. And that's all that really matters. But I must admit, he is pretty intimidating, large and a hostile expression upon his face almost always.
but deep down we'll dive
[/b][/color][/size][/font][/center]» • »personality , Fleetfoot is Heatherstar's opposite, or you could compare it to a small candle, and a burning building. While Windclan's leader is warm, Fleetfoot is a fire. His temper is short, and when unleashed, deadly. He is on the border of being arrogant, but is still teetering on the line. Hot tempered, fierce, and stubborn. He gets his way, he knows that he's always right. And though he's aggressive, he's fiercely loyal. He would gladly sacrifice his life for the clan, and would never do anything to hurt Heatherstar or any other Windclan cat.
He is loyal to the death, and would easily kill a cat for being disloyal. He values loyalty and bravery above all other qualities, and spits in the faces of traitors and cowards. Even if he disagrees with Heatherstar, or someone who he has respect for, he'll do what they say. But if you lose his respect, Starclan help you. He does try to make certain cats miserable, but those are only who disrespect him. He's the one to cherish nothing, honor no one, and do whatever he pleases. Just try to tell him what to do, see what happens. I fully expect never to see you again if you do. You are warned.
But then he has another side. If you can manage to cool him down, you might actually befriend him. And once you are on his good side, it's like you have your own body guard. Over protective, and follows you like a big teddy bear. He actually has quite a good sense of humor, but only uses it in front of his close friends. And really, once you get past his hot tempered outside, he's just a ball of playfulness.
shall you understand me truly?
[/b][/size][/font][/center]» • »history , Fleetfoot is Windclan royalty. Descended from a line of hot headed leaders, such as Crowstar and his son Breezestar. His family has always seemed to run Windclan. And so when Fleetfoot was born he didn't have much to do to secure his higher position. His mother was the clan beauty, kind and relaxed, her name was Lightheart. And his father was the current leader, Darkstar. He had one sister, Crystalkit. His sister was every bit as lovely as his mother, and the siblings were unseperable.
As an apprentice, Fleetpaw was given a very stubborn mentor, her name was Mintfang. Mintfang drove him to be the best that he could be, she pushed him as hard as she could. Fleetpaw would return to the apprentice's den tired and worn out. And slowly he was drove away from his sister. She was busy training like him, and they never really spent time together. Crystalpaw was beautiful, soft silver bunny fur, wide blue eyes, and she knew it. She became conceded, and little did she know that she was the Helen of Troy of Windclan. Many toms followed Crystalpaw around, saying they loved her. Fleetpaw had his hands full making sure they kept their distance from his beloved sibling. Meanwhile, his mother Lightheart died giving birth to a second litter.
Fleetpaw was made a warrior with Crystalpaw. Fleetfoot and Crystalfur. Not Fleetfoot was able to watch Crystalfur even less, and he was completely unsure if everything was OK. Then one day he returned from the dawn patrol, to find all hell breaking loose. Crytalfur sat five feet away from two bristling warriors. Birchpelt and Spottedclaw. The two toms were both in love with Crystalfur, and ready to prove it. Before Fleetfoot could stop them, they attacked each other, and in the end, both lovestruck warriors lay dead upon the ground. Crystalfur was appalled at the evil she had brought upon her clan, and fled into the moors, never to be seen again. Darkstar and Fleetfoot traipsed across their territory, but couldn't find a trace of her. Sad, angry, and trapped inside himself, Fleetfoot strove to become deputy to fill Crystalfur's empty spot inside him. But a kittypet's child, Heather---- had joined the clan in kithood, and took Tansyshadow's deputy spot right from under Fleetfoot. At first the grey tom resented her with all his might, but when his father died of rabies, she had showed unnecessary compassion. He decided that maybe she was... Ok...
Heatherstar made Fleetfoot deputy. Maybe it was due to the fact his father had been a great leader, maybe it was because she knew how much he wanted it, or maybe because she thought he could take the pressure. And he could. He made a great deputy, and Heatherstar, in the end, turned out to be his mate. A great pair, both intent on Windclan's best interests.
then listen while i tell you
[/b][/size][/font][/center]» • »rp sample , Her creamy silver fur seemed to flow as if water, her eyes held the stars. And here she was, his lovely sister. "Dear brother, I'm here. Don't worry." He looked at her disbelievingly. "But your gone Crystalfur, long gone. I searched for you... For days." His eyes were swarming with belated tears that he had never shed. The she-cat didn't respond, just purred and sat down next to him. Then the scene changed, a cat, black in color was tearing into the throat of the silver she-cat, Fleetfoot let out a screech, launching himself onto the black cat, but landing on the ground, the black cat gone into thin air.
Fleetfoot was pulled to the surface of sleep, awakening filled his senses. Cricket's chirps, bright moonlight, and the smell of rain flooded him. Pulling himself to his feet, the grey tabby tom left the warrior's den, padding a ways out of camp, sitting upon the scratchy, crisp grass on a hill overlooking the lake. Moonlight reflected in the black lake, and the whole hillside was illuminated in an eerie silver glow. Silver... She was silver... He kept wondering what had happened to the she-cat. Dead, alive, or neither? And if she was dead, was she in Starclan? He tilted his grey muzzle to the stars, looking at the patterns, and wondering which star was who. Was Darkstar up there somewhere? These questions haunted the Windclan deputy...
hokay, so, here's the deal: this form was made by silver of starshine and tiger of starshine chose the lyrics, but you can use it. on one condition. do not steal. oh, and the lyrics are from 'What are you to do' by Bats for Lashes. kthanksbye.