Post by envy on Sept 10, 2015 9:56:49 GMT -5
WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN
THE BASICSYou are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down
Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground
We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
He-here comes this rising tide
So come on~ the phoenix, fall out boy
NAME,His name is Flameheart
GENDER,Flamestorm is a tom.
AGE,Name is 26 moons old.
POSITION,Flameheart is a warrior of shadowclan.
SHORT DESCRIPTION,Flamestorm is a large white and ginger long furred tabby with pale green eyes and a sharp tongue.
one of the most noticeable things about flamestorm is his impressive size. having been a large kit, it seems only natural that he would be a large warrior, one of the largest in fact. built with a stocky frame, he looks larger than he actually is, due to the fact that his body parts seemed to be squished together. this isn't to say that he looks any different than other cats, it's merely a trick of the eye. his legs are strong, with thick muscle, particularly where his shoulders connect with the femur. with much of his strength residing in his shoulders and haunches, it is only right that these would be the bulkiest parts on his large body. a tell from when he was a kit, was his paws. they were, and still are, seemingly too big for his body. they are very wide spread, and the pads upon them are thick and calloused, despite having grown up in shadowclan. flamestorm is also quite broad through the shoulders, back and then narrowing ever so slightly towards his haunches. the tom's face looks normal enough - despite the fact that he has a very short face in comparison to what the rest of his body looks like. he is quite broad through his crown, and along the bridge of his nose. flameheart's eyes are slightly rounded along the lower lid, and are a pale yellow, with flecks of green and gold around the outside of them.
perhaps even more spectacular than his size is the pelt that covers it. long and feathery, and almost always immaculate, his pale orange tabby coat definitely adds to the illusion of hos big he is. with the way that he fur hangs off of his body -swooping down from his back and coming to a ridge beneath his stomach- it makes him look like he is slightly too well fed. however, the real truth can definitely be noticed when he is either a) soaked to the skin, or b) running. due to the light and smooth texture of his pelt, when he is running, all of his fur flies horizontally as the wind caresses it. the use of the term tabby here is applied loosely, as he can seem to be more of just a plain orange and white cat, that is until you get a look at his face. his forehead is decorated with dark orange stripes that start a little ways up from the inner corner of his eyes and then continue up until just before the very top of his head. there are also slight flecks of tabby markings strewn upon his cheeks, running in line with his eyes but these are far less noticeable. from the underside of his cheeks down, he fur is a cream colour, which gradually melts into a deep, rich orange. the hue of orange and be seen through his body, with big splotches along his back, sides, legs and tail. the rest of his body that isn't consumed by orange is a creamy-white colour of sorts, though at some spots on his body -his legs, and underbelly- this can appear to be a very light almost yellowy orange. all four of his paws are white, along with his belly and the underside of his tail.
THE TRAITSSo we can take the world back from the heart-attacked
One maniac at a time we will take it back
You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start
So dance alone to the beat of your heart~ the phoenix, fall out boy
on his own--
nine times out of then when the tom cat is alone, he is grooming himself. the time she spends doing the task varies between a simple licks upon the chest to a full body clean; it depends on what he was doing that day, and just how dirty he is. this, at least, is what he wants the rest of the clan to think he is doing on his free time. he is vain, but there is so much more to it than he would have others believe. flamestorm decided when he first became a warrior that he would rather be made fun of for his grooming habits, than his hunting skills. so, if flamestorm is aware of someone near him, he will sit and groom his pelt. however, if he thinks he is completely alone, he will be practicing hunting moves that he should've mastered by the time he was made a warrior. flamestorm also likes to wallow in self-pity a lot, and make up things in his head. he feels as if the whole clan hates him and wants him gone, simply because he thought about it so much that now he has himself convinced. he also likes to plot how he can get his mother back into the camp without raggedstar finding out.
this is a term the tom uses very rarely. ever since his mother was exiled from the camp, he has had a hard time trusting anyone. this has damaged almost all of his relationships, except for those with his siblings. there are varying degrees of his distrust though. when with cats that he grew up with, he tends to be far more open and engaged in the conversation. unfortunately, this can also lead to him bragging and just being an rump in general. he doesn't know why he becomes to arrogant and self-righteous, but it is a defense mechanism. also, in the event that someone brings up something that upsets him, he can be quite rude. he subconsciously feels "i'll hurt you, before you hurt me". he has a lot of mommy and daddy issues. now, if he is around cats who he knows more from patrols, he is very reserved and will hardly ever say more than a few words, and that is only when he is directly asked a question. however, instead of answering quietly and with his head down, he will announce it proudly with a genuine smile on his face. despite all his insecurities and baggage, the cats got some serious charisma; he just doesn't know how to utilize it.
in the presence of authority--
ever since his mother was exiled from the clan, the leader and deputy have left a sour taste in his mouth. he still does not fully understand the extent of why juniperleap was exiled, if he knew the truth, he would probably feel differently. with that being said, flamestorm can be very standoffish to the point of being blatantly rude when around them. he knows that this can lead to him getting into loads of trouble, but the chip on his shoulder is far too large and prominent to shake off at this time in his life. he doesn't necessarily dislike the leader and deputy of shadowclan, but he has zero respect for them. he also finds it very hard to listen to what they have to say, and he cannot stand being told what to do. if the deputy tells him that he is going on a patrol, he has to work extremely hard to keep his mouth shut. this doesn't always work though, and he finds himself getting the worst possible duties imaginable. of course, this doesn't help the way he feels about the authority figures in the clan, but flamestorm definitely has some growing up to do.
flamestorm can be a pretty tricky cat to please, especially if he has high expectations of someone. any kit that becomes his apprentice should know that they will have to work their tails off to make sure that they don't get to experience his wicked tongue. one of the good things though about having the tom as a mentor is the fact that he is honest, and if there is something that you are doing wrong, he is going to tell you exactly what it is that you are doing. he is also very dedicated, so he would put his heart and soul into training his apprentice, hoping within his heart of hearts that his apprentice will become a warrior with everything they need to know to be successful. however, he doesn't take excuse very well, so if his apprentice were to come up with some excuse as to why they are late, you are almost guarenteed to get a tongue lashing and a dirty look. oh, and expect to be worked into the ground that day.
facing the enemy--
in situations where he is confronted, or starts a confrontation, his arrogance gets the better of him. it doesn't matter if it is a rogue, or an enemy patrol, flamestorm has no qualms about ruffling feathers and making the other party(ies) angry. he finds it highly amusing, and it has led to far too many squabbles. though he is a strong, capable fighter, his arrogance can lead to him sustaining some pretty nasty injuries. none of have been life-threatening, and surprisingly enough, he hasn't sustained any noticeable scars. gatherings are a completely different story. if you have the misfortune to meet him at the border, or trespassing, you would think he was a completely different cat. he likes to socialize with other clans, and this is probably when he brags the most. he feels no shame about boasting, whether it be about how great shadowclan is, or how he 'single-handedly took down a fox', if he thinks it will impress cats from another clan, you can be sure he will talk about it.
around his crush--
flamestorm has only had one real crush in his life, and it was on a thunderclan she-cat. he was an apprentice, and naturally, it didn't work out. however, when he was around said she-cat, every shred of confidence was on the surface and he would prance around like a fool. he is very suave with the ladies, and knowing just how handsome he is, with his pristine pelt, and dazzling eyes, doesn't hurt. flamestorm doesn't take rejection very well though, and in the event that someone were to reject him, he would most likely start calling you ever bad word in the book, and try to strip all your confidence.
- grudge holder
- being alone
- feeling mud between his toes
- being dirty
- improve his hunting skills
- return his mother to the clan
THE HISTORYHey young blood
Doesn't it feel like our time is running out?
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix
Wearing our vintage misery
No, I think it looked a little better on me
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix~ the pheonix, fall out boy
- MOTHER: Juniperleap - bright orange tabby she-cat with green eyes
- FATHER: UNKNOWN - unknown
- SIBLING(S): Martenstrike - large brown tabby tom with yellow eyes; Poppyclaw - lithe pale orange tabby she-cat with ochre eyes
HISTORY,juniperleap never wanted to do wrong in the eyes of starclan, but she knew that she had to listen to her heart. the tom in question was a rogue, and being a shadowclan warrior she knew that what she wanted to do would have terrible consequences. but there was something about the rogue that made her feel as if she didn’t need the clan. juniperleap soon found out that she was pregnant. she was terrified for her kits. she couldn’t imagine looking after them without the clan, so she spoke with one of her best friends who agreed to claim paternity over them.
juniperleap gave birth to three kits. flamekit, a large ginger tabby; martenkit, a slightly smaller brown tabby tom, and poppykit, a pale orange tabby. her heart swelled with love and pride at seeing her three beautiful kits, but her love for them was dull in comparison to her love for the rogue. she stayed in the clan, with conflicting emotions.
flamekit was a boisterous kitten, always trying to get into things, and will enough energy to fuel the entire clan. the only problem was he was always full of energy as soon as the sun set. it was a rough few months for all parties in the nursery, as this large kitten was running around trying to get other kits to play, and jumping on unsuspecting queens while they slept. his siblings were far more relaxed than him, but no one could deny that flamekit was pretty darn cute, even if he woke you up in the dead of the night.
then, his world fell apart when he was five moons old. juniperleap had battled with her emotions, and then one day decided that her heart no longer belonged to the clan. with that thought in mind, she announced that she was to leave the clan, and never come back. being so young, flamekit did not understand why she would leave on her own. it broke his heart.
it wasn't until he became an apprentice and started doing his apprentice duties in the elders den that he started to formulate his own idea about why his mother left. the elders would talk about a certain cat that was exiled for something awful, and flamepaw began to think that the reason his mother left was because she was exiled. he didn't have any idea as to why she would've been exiled, but that was the only viable reason he could see for her leaving. though he was only seven moons old, the tom was obsessed with trying to figure out where she went, and why she was exiled. often times when he was alone, he would think about this, and thus started his soon to be life of brooding.
flamepaw, when his head was in it, was a good apprentice. he was attentive and tried his hardest to please his mentor. he was a very talented fighter, seemingly having the raw essentials to be successful. he caught on quickly to complicated moves, and even quicker to the basics. his motor control was far more advanced than the average apprentice, making his battle training a walk in the park. the more tactical components of battle were a different story. being a hot head even as an apprentice, he would get easily frustrated while trying to figure out and understand what his mentor was saying, and then he would get to the point where he'd explode and say "this is foxdung!" the mentor and apprentice butted heads more often than not.
when it came to hunting, there was much to be desired in terms of his skills. though his motor skills were phenomenal, he had a hard time getting his paws to fall lightly upon the ground. he just couldn't seem to grasp the concept that every movement in his body needed to fluid. no matter how hard he tried, flamepaw just couldn't figure out how to get his body to respond the way he wanted. he found it hard to get close to the ground when stalking, and he was terrible when it was time to give chase. his stamina was good enough for his age, but he was vastly slower than other apprentices his age. he knew at that moment that he would never be a good hunter.
his final assessment was a pain in the tail for him. he knew that he had to be successful in his hunting to be promoted to a warrior. it brought him an incredibly amount of stress, ruining his appetite and making it hard for him to sleep. the morning of his assessment he coughed up a handful of hairballs, and his morning meal, but he need not worry. apparently starclan was looking out for him, as his hunt went smoothly. he passed his assessment with flying colours, despite his own body working against him.
flamepaw had a hard time keeping his mouth shut in front of the leader when he started his warrior ceremony. his distrust of his leader was already beginning to blossom, as his beliefs about his mother's absence started to solidify. he kept his jaws shut as hard as he could, and he stared at the leader with nothing but contempt in his eyes. his new name was to be flamestorm, due to his brooding nature, which reminded the leader of how thunder clouds rolled in and loomed over the clan. flamestorm reluctantly accepted his name from the leader and sat his vigil, thinking of everything that he should've said while in front of the clan, to call out the injustice his leader had subjected his mother to.
the first gathering after he became a warrior, his eyes fell upon a thunderclan she-cat that was absolutely stunning. he immediately flocked to her side and proceeded to sweet talk her. after the gathering, she was all he could think about. he volunteered for every border patrol in hopes that he would see her again. his wish was granted, but it wound up being a completely different matter. he had been out hunting, and the scent of a thunderclan cat caught his nose and he instantly went into attack mode. he stalked the creature, and when he saw who it was, his anger disipated, and he found himself speaking with her calmly, completely oblivious to the large piece of prey sitting at her paws. they talked, flirted and even made an arrangement to get together at some point. then, just as she was leaving, she picked up the piece of prey, all thoughts of meeting up with this she-cat was erased. he confronted her about the prey in her mouth, and she said super sweetly that she had caught it on shadowclan territory. this ignited a fire in flamestorm and he attacked. he successfully got the prey back from her, and sent her limping back to thunderclan. flamestorm no longer thought of the cat.
on his twenty-second moon, flamestorm found himself thinking about his mother all the time. he had yet to get up the guts to confront the leader about it, but he vowed that he would get his mother to return to the clan. no one ever spoke of her, even when he had asked around. his siblings, who had a much clearer view of why she left tried to make him see reason, but flamestorm's beliefs were too strong to be swayed by their opinions. his determination to get his mother back has not dwindled in the slightest, and he still searches for her scent to this day.
THE OOCPut on your war paint~ the phoenix, fall out boy
OOC NAME,You can call me envy
AGE,I am 20 years old.
GENDER,I am a girl.
EXPERIENCE,I have been roleplaying for 11 years.
ORIGINS,I found TSN through an ad.
OTHER CHARACTERS,I also play lilypaw.