Post by MONSTER <3 on Dec 17, 2011 10:47:07 GMT -10
Name | Flamepelt
Gender | Tom
Age | 18 moons
Rank | Warrior
Clan | Streamclan
Beliefs | Flamepelt dosn't have much of a belief in anything. Much less in some cats that are supposed to watch over them, or 'guide' them. Instead, he'd much rather be focused or believe in his clan. He dosn't mind any cats that believe in them, it dosn't make any difference to him. Just don't go crazy about it, otherwise he'll have something to say.
Parents |
Mother; Foxstep (NP, Deceased)
Father; Snowfur (NP, Deceased)
Siblings |
Lionpaw (NP, Alive)
Dawnpaw (NP, Alive)
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Otterpaw (NP, Alive)
Duskkit (NP, Deceased)
Buzzardpaw (NP, Alive)
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Shadowwhisker (NP, Alive)
Rowanstep (NP, Alive)
Other Kin |
' Step ' mothers;
Brighteyes (NP, Deceased)
Owlheart (NP, Alive)
Mate | Not Yet
Crush | None Yet
Kits | None Yet
Apprentice/Mentor | None Yet
Appearance | Flamepelt is a handsome ginger colored tom with different colored eyes. His left eye is a soft mossy green color, while his right eye is more of a blue stream color. His fur is about medium length, but perhaps a bit longer than most cats- especially on his tail, and it stays like that all year round. His fur has the ginger colored base, with a slightly darker ginger color hinted all the way through it. Though it is not an obvious trait unless you are looking him dead in the face- where darker ginger stripes tear away around his eyes and the top of his skull. Along with the ginger color, he has hints of white fur covering his coat- mostly on his tail tip, his chest, and his soft underbelly.
His body is built to be an average cat, which means that he is not half bad when fighting others felines. But at the same time, it doesn't give him the power that many larger toms have- though it does make him quicker than them. But even with his thinner form, his fur is fluffed enough to take some of it away. The good thing about his coat though- is that it helps buffer strikes that other cats may make against him. Good luck finding his shoulder through all that fur!
Personality | Flamepelt is a very friendly and flirtatious tom- that is the most basic way to describe the ginger colored flirt. He is quite open with everyone about almost anything, and will dare to talk about things nobody does. He will always be one of the first to speak- if he feels like it -and will quickly make friends, or maybe even enemies. Either you love him, or you hate him. That's how it works with Flamepelt. Most of these traits have come to him through his relationship with his father- who was much like him, except with more focus on gaining she-cats than anything else. He followed in his father's footsteps for part of who he is, but also takes actual cats into consideration- epically those beautiful she-cats.
Depending on whos speaking, many different things have been said about this tom. Some think he is sweet and caring, some view him as just a regular warrior, while others view him as a cheap and dirty scoundrel who only wishes to have every she-cat wrapped around his 'charm'. But it makes no difference to this tom, no sir! He will still be friendly, even if the cat is giving him a look that could kill- he wouldn't dare revolt against it with anything other than his friendly charm. He will not change who he is for anyone, and everyone is just going to have to live with it. When it comes to battle, he will fight for those he cares about with his best ability. No, he is not the greatest fighter, but it doesn't mean he cant try his hardest anyway!
But, when nobody is looking, he's not the same Flamepelt that everyone sees. He's much more mature and perhaps a bit more pessimistic when it comes to his thinking. Even with all of the optimistic and cheerful mask, he still doesn't quite know how to deal with the real him. He has shown no cat his serious side, except for his father- who was too occupied with chasing after other she-cats to care about what he thought. After this complicated family issue subsided, he decided that if his father couldn't take him like that, then why should others. Even with his slightly pessimistic center, he is still the cheerful cat that some have even grown to love- its just that he's not like that all the time.
Talk about internal conflict.
When it comes to this flirtatious tom's thoughts and opinions, he knows his and he knows other cat's- and if their ideas are different, so what? He doesn't mind if they look at life differently, and sometimes it even makes him curious to see how they tick.
All in all, Flamepelt is his own cat. He has his own definition; cheerful, odd, flirtatious, friendly, and one-of-a-kind. In his mind- nothing will ever change that. Well, except maybe for that beautiful she-cat over there. Hellooooo gorgeous.
Skills | If Flamepelt had to choose something he was good at- he would say flirting with the ladies. But in reality, a skill that he honestly has, is his social and speaking skills. When it comes to other cats, its usually not hard for him to make friends. Its something he is quite proud of, and is practically in his blood.
Fighting wise, he's not the best, but he's certainly not the worst either. He's about average, perhaps a bit better, with the advantage of his long fluffy fur as well. But when it comes to hunting? Dont even think about asking him to hunt! He couldn't catch a bird if it was running around with its head cut off. Its just not his talent. Definitely not his skill.
The only other thing Flamepelt would ever be able to come up with is swimming- but that, in itself, is a skill that doubles as his worst nightmare. At first, when he gets in the water, is a plus. When his fur is dry, its quite easy to float and helps him stay above water even. But as soon as the fluffball gets soaked? He's sinking, and he's sinking fast. Due to this, he's very careful around water, even if he is an average swimmer. Afterall, he is in Streamclan.
History | Flamepelt's story originally began with his parents- his mother, Foxstep, and his father, Snowfur. His mother was a rouge she-cat before joining Streamclan, and his father was a loner before deciding to join. It didn't take long after they all joined together, that they met and fell in love. Well, his mother did anyhow. It didn't take long before 3 kits were born between them; Rowankit, Shadowkit, and our main guy over here- Flamekit. Everything was fine for a good while, until Snowfur began flirting with other females around the camp. His parents stopped being mates, and his mother held a hatred for him as she watched him go from mate to mate- but took pride in the fact that she was stronger without him.
As a kit, Flamepelt still valued his father, even if his mother had turned her back on him. He and his siblings would often spend time with him, but even when they did so, his father had his eyes on the 'bigger prize'. She-cats. It didn't take long before all 3 of them had become apprentices, and it didnt take long before Rowanpaw and Shadowpaw turned their backs on their father as well. But Flamepaw stayed. He looked up to his father, and couldn't help but see what his family somehow didn't. Or so he thought. He followed after his father's footsteps, and began pursuing other she-cats- or at least flirting with them anyhow.
Without any warning, his mother had died. One day she had gone on a border patrol with a few other cats, and they had come across another Pineclan patrol at their borders as well. Between the feisty cats, the recent hostility about their borders, and the general distaste each had for each other- a fight quickly ensued. It was not meant to be anything serious- not until Foxstep was taken down. Nothing was accomplished, and as a cost- it took his mother's life. This shocked Flamepaw, and he tried to find some comfort in his father's love- but he quickly realized that it was nonexistent. He spoke from the heart, but Snowfur barley listened. He focused on other she-cats, other step-siblings that he had, other cats- but not his own son. Not the only cat that still cared for him. He finally turned his back on his father, but was the only one that kept looking back. His father died the next leaf-bare from a mixture of his old age and a bag case of whitecough. He felt bad for his father, but brushed it off his pelt before he could effect his life anymore than he already had.
He still flirted with she-cats, but not for the same reasons his father had. He did it to make them happy, to make them feel good. Not to get what he wanted and leave. But in the end- it was usually the same outcome. Just that he didn't want it that way.
Finally, Flamepaw gained his warrior name as Flamepelt, and continued on his life. Taking everything day by day, step by step. Never knowing what the future held for him.
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