Post by Flamestripe on Aug 5, 2009 14:02:11 GMT -5
Note: Anything in black is subject to deletion if Flamestripe does not win the audition to be deputy.
Name: Flamestripe
Age: 36 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior/Deputy
Mentor/Apprentice: Mentor was a cat by the name of Smokewing, Apprenticed a cat named Dapplefur.
Mate/Crush: N/A (He used to think Amberstar was very pretty, but saw she would rather be leader than take a mate.)
Short description: A dark red tabby tom with brown-yellow eyes.
Personality:
Flamestripe is the friend that everyone wants to have, but is too afraid to approach. Not only does he have such a giant stature physically, he is very confident in himself. Even though he’s one of the younger warriors/deputies, he doesn’t feel the slightest intimidation by the position. He takes on every challenge with a fiery determination. His self confidence is so strong one might venture to call him narcissistic. While that’s not entirely true, Flamestripe certainly regards himself in high esteem. One of his biggest pet-peeves is when cats don’t take him seriously, believing him to be full of hot air.
One would assume a cat of such a fiery fur color would have a nasty temper, but that couldn’t be said for Flamestripe. He is very laid back and against violent confrontation. Tooth and claw remain sheathed until he has been backed into a corner and concluded that fighting is the only way out. The tom is a decent fight, mind you, and he didn’t achieve the rank of warrior/deputy for nothing. His laid back, cool mannerisms make him easily approachable to the cats of EarthClan. The tom has many close friends within his own Clan and a few outside of it as well. He is a tad naive and wants to believe he can trust those relations in a time of need.
The tom’s one weakness is she-cats. And not in a romantic, sappy way either. He’s got an interesting case of gynophobia. Flamestripe gets extremely nervous around females. It’s not just she-cats he is attracted to either - all females seem to spark this reaction. He becomes a totally different cat. Mouth clamped shut, eyes down, mumbled speech, reduced brain function... He has no problem addressing a mixed group of cats; the presence of the other males seems to give him confidence. It’s when he’s alone with a she-cat talking to her as an equal that really bothers him. Some think it was because his mother was a little off, but there isn’t one true source of this odd fear.
Eyes:
Flamestripe's eyes are a mysterious color that does not have an exact name. They are a very yellow brown around the iris, misting off into the typical yellow of a cat’s eyes, and then ending in a dull orange.
Pelt and Overall Appearance:
Flamestripe is a sturdy, sturdy tom. There are cats that are built for speed and agility, and then there are cats built like this big boy. Flamestripe boasts a massive physical presence. A towering twelve inches to the shoulder, most cats have to tilt their head back to meet his eyes. His ears are set a medium length apart, nothing worth mentioning, and his eyes are centered on his head. The muzzle is nice and broad - made broader by the constant smile that appears on his maw. The tom has a very broad, full chest to support he musculature on his shoulders. His form is very rectangular with nice, straight angles. His tail is just as long as he is tall; it could almost pose as another cat. The warrior/deputy’s paw are very large - most especially his right front paw. Somewhere along in his lineage, Flamestripe picked up the polydactyl gene and he was born with six toes on that right paw. The extra toe appears to do nothing to hinder the cat in anyway, other than making him look a little lopsided.
This warrior/deputy’s fur is very full and very thick. Cats envy him during Leafbare and wonder how he makes it through Greenleaf. His coat is rich and soft over his body and fluffs out into long, luxurious lengths over his haunches and tail. The tom also has a distinctive mane around his neck where the fur grows just a little long. His ears are tufted and he has fur between his pads. Flamestripe is aptly named. The base color of his fur is a ginger-tan color. It resembles the traditional shade of a marmalade tabby. Over this in thick, swirling stripes is a dark red orange - dark like the color of bricks. The strips move up his forehead, across his face from his eyes, to a midline on his chest and all over his back. The stripes end at the base of his tail. In the tom’s tail, there are patches where the fur is almost the same dark ginger as the stripes, but it never gets very solid. It little patches on his muzzle and around his eyes are almost white.
History:
One tiny little mewl sounded from the bramble walls of the nursery. Rosetail heaved a sigh of relief, glad that her kitting was over. The medicine cat’s face appeared in her vision, carrying a little ball of wet fur. It squirmed and let out another cry. “It’s a ball of fire,” the queen meowed. “It is your son,” the cat responded, and placed the kit in the nest. The light ginger queen set to work ruffing his fur the wrong way with her tongue, warming the kit up and getting him to cry. The other queens offered their congratulations. He was a gorgeous kit, they said, you and Squirrelfang should be proud.
That was the beginning for Flamekit, born a single kit in early Newleaf. His mother and father had picked an odd time to mate, and therefore the kit was born at an odd time. There were some questions as to why he was the only one. Rosetail and Squirrelfang casually blamed it on the harsh weather. No cat doubted their answers. The tom’s father was greatly disappointed that there was only one in the litter. He had always wanted a large family. He spent less and less time with his first born and more time with other females. Flamekit didn’t mind. His father left so early he didn’t really know what he was missing out on. He did regret having to spend every day with his mother, however. Rosetail doted over her only child, fondling him and treating him to everything that she could. Of course, she was also overprotective and possessive. Flamekit had to beg his mother to let him become an apprentice.
He was desperate to leave the nursery. All of the kits had been older when he was born, and left to become apprentices when he was only three moons old. The tom was stuck by himself with no one to play with except the occasional friendly warrior. He spent his nights dreaming about his apprentice duties and his days selecting cats he hope would be his mentor. Often they were older and held prestigious places in the Clan. When his six-moon ceremony came around, his mother panicked at the thought of losing her only kit. It was postponed. Flamekit moped and sulked around the nursery, refusing to engage in conversation with anyone. With much persuading from the other queens (who were tired of his antisocial behavior), Rosetail let her kit be apprenticed.
”By naming apprentices, we show that EarthClan will survive and remain strong. Flamekit, from now on you will be known as Flamepaw. Smokewing, you are ready for an apprentice. You will be Flamepaw’s mentor.” A large gray tom rose from the clearing and padded toward the new apprentice. There was a still moment as each cat glanced the other one over and made judgments. Then, they touched noses. As they were returning to the ranks of the Clan, his Clanmantes called out Flamepaw’s new name. A wide, happy smile appeared on his muzzle.
Flamepaw loved his duties as an apprentice. He loved helping out the other cats, even if they were cranky old elders. He happily skipped to and fro without complaint, earning respect from many of the Clan’s warriors. Smokewing was a gentle and patient mentor, which pleased the red tom. He had thousands of questions to drill the gray cat with.
”Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect this Clan, even at the cost of your life?” The red tabby stared up into the eyes of the leader. There was serious question in their depths, he was asking the young cat to pledge his life after all. Flamepaw took a quick look over his shoulder at all of his friends and family. “I do.” He responded with a steady voice. “Flamepaw, from this day forward you shall be known as Flamestripe.”
The red tabby personality was the same as a warrior as when he was an apprentice. He padded happily around camp, asking where he could be of use and doing whatever was asked of him. He proved to be very useful on border patrols with hostile Clans. His bold stature made them think twice before attacking. Flamestripe was put in charge of a cute she-cat named Dapplepaw. He tried to be kind and caring, like Smokewing was to him. She was a pawful, and shredded his patience with her antics and stubbornness. The warrior spent most of their training time rescuing her from trees or fighting with her about the relevance of the day's lesson. He was stuck with her for several long moons before she matured and earned her warrior name.
A quarter moon hadn't passed before the deputy of the time had been killed by a loose dog. Amberclaw took the position. Flamestripe had admired her from afar, especially her loyalty and ambition. He wondered what it would be like to serve under such a cat. There wasn't much time for wondering. Only two moons later, a fierce battle with WaterClan claimed the ninth life of the current leader. Amberclaw rose to take his place, leaving the Clan without a capable deputy.
"I have returned from Four-Rock Meadow as your new leader, with nine lives and the blessings of StarClan!" The Clan cheered for its new leader, and chanted her new name loudly. Flamestripe joined in. With StarClan's blessing, it was time for EarthClan to grow and flourish under a new leader. "I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. Flamestripe will be the new deputy."
Name: Flamestripe
Age: 36 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior/Deputy
Mentor/Apprentice: Mentor was a cat by the name of Smokewing, Apprenticed a cat named Dapplefur.
Mate/Crush: N/A (He used to think Amberstar was very pretty, but saw she would rather be leader than take a mate.)
Short description: A dark red tabby tom with brown-yellow eyes.
Personality:
Flamestripe is the friend that everyone wants to have, but is too afraid to approach. Not only does he have such a giant stature physically, he is very confident in himself. Even though he’s one of the younger warriors/deputies, he doesn’t feel the slightest intimidation by the position. He takes on every challenge with a fiery determination. His self confidence is so strong one might venture to call him narcissistic. While that’s not entirely true, Flamestripe certainly regards himself in high esteem. One of his biggest pet-peeves is when cats don’t take him seriously, believing him to be full of hot air.
One would assume a cat of such a fiery fur color would have a nasty temper, but that couldn’t be said for Flamestripe. He is very laid back and against violent confrontation. Tooth and claw remain sheathed until he has been backed into a corner and concluded that fighting is the only way out. The tom is a decent fight, mind you, and he didn’t achieve the rank of warrior/deputy for nothing. His laid back, cool mannerisms make him easily approachable to the cats of EarthClan. The tom has many close friends within his own Clan and a few outside of it as well. He is a tad naive and wants to believe he can trust those relations in a time of need.
The tom’s one weakness is she-cats. And not in a romantic, sappy way either. He’s got an interesting case of gynophobia. Flamestripe gets extremely nervous around females. It’s not just she-cats he is attracted to either - all females seem to spark this reaction. He becomes a totally different cat. Mouth clamped shut, eyes down, mumbled speech, reduced brain function... He has no problem addressing a mixed group of cats; the presence of the other males seems to give him confidence. It’s when he’s alone with a she-cat talking to her as an equal that really bothers him. Some think it was because his mother was a little off, but there isn’t one true source of this odd fear.
Eyes:
Flamestripe's eyes are a mysterious color that does not have an exact name. They are a very yellow brown around the iris, misting off into the typical yellow of a cat’s eyes, and then ending in a dull orange.
Pelt and Overall Appearance:
Flamestripe is a sturdy, sturdy tom. There are cats that are built for speed and agility, and then there are cats built like this big boy. Flamestripe boasts a massive physical presence. A towering twelve inches to the shoulder, most cats have to tilt their head back to meet his eyes. His ears are set a medium length apart, nothing worth mentioning, and his eyes are centered on his head. The muzzle is nice and broad - made broader by the constant smile that appears on his maw. The tom has a very broad, full chest to support he musculature on his shoulders. His form is very rectangular with nice, straight angles. His tail is just as long as he is tall; it could almost pose as another cat. The warrior/deputy’s paw are very large - most especially his right front paw. Somewhere along in his lineage, Flamestripe picked up the polydactyl gene and he was born with six toes on that right paw. The extra toe appears to do nothing to hinder the cat in anyway, other than making him look a little lopsided.
This warrior/deputy’s fur is very full and very thick. Cats envy him during Leafbare and wonder how he makes it through Greenleaf. His coat is rich and soft over his body and fluffs out into long, luxurious lengths over his haunches and tail. The tom also has a distinctive mane around his neck where the fur grows just a little long. His ears are tufted and he has fur between his pads. Flamestripe is aptly named. The base color of his fur is a ginger-tan color. It resembles the traditional shade of a marmalade tabby. Over this in thick, swirling stripes is a dark red orange - dark like the color of bricks. The strips move up his forehead, across his face from his eyes, to a midline on his chest and all over his back. The stripes end at the base of his tail. In the tom’s tail, there are patches where the fur is almost the same dark ginger as the stripes, but it never gets very solid. It little patches on his muzzle and around his eyes are almost white.
History:
One tiny little mewl sounded from the bramble walls of the nursery. Rosetail heaved a sigh of relief, glad that her kitting was over. The medicine cat’s face appeared in her vision, carrying a little ball of wet fur. It squirmed and let out another cry. “It’s a ball of fire,” the queen meowed. “It is your son,” the cat responded, and placed the kit in the nest. The light ginger queen set to work ruffing his fur the wrong way with her tongue, warming the kit up and getting him to cry. The other queens offered their congratulations. He was a gorgeous kit, they said, you and Squirrelfang should be proud.
That was the beginning for Flamekit, born a single kit in early Newleaf. His mother and father had picked an odd time to mate, and therefore the kit was born at an odd time. There were some questions as to why he was the only one. Rosetail and Squirrelfang casually blamed it on the harsh weather. No cat doubted their answers. The tom’s father was greatly disappointed that there was only one in the litter. He had always wanted a large family. He spent less and less time with his first born and more time with other females. Flamekit didn’t mind. His father left so early he didn’t really know what he was missing out on. He did regret having to spend every day with his mother, however. Rosetail doted over her only child, fondling him and treating him to everything that she could. Of course, she was also overprotective and possessive. Flamekit had to beg his mother to let him become an apprentice.
He was desperate to leave the nursery. All of the kits had been older when he was born, and left to become apprentices when he was only three moons old. The tom was stuck by himself with no one to play with except the occasional friendly warrior. He spent his nights dreaming about his apprentice duties and his days selecting cats he hope would be his mentor. Often they were older and held prestigious places in the Clan. When his six-moon ceremony came around, his mother panicked at the thought of losing her only kit. It was postponed. Flamekit moped and sulked around the nursery, refusing to engage in conversation with anyone. With much persuading from the other queens (who were tired of his antisocial behavior), Rosetail let her kit be apprenticed.
”By naming apprentices, we show that EarthClan will survive and remain strong. Flamekit, from now on you will be known as Flamepaw. Smokewing, you are ready for an apprentice. You will be Flamepaw’s mentor.” A large gray tom rose from the clearing and padded toward the new apprentice. There was a still moment as each cat glanced the other one over and made judgments. Then, they touched noses. As they were returning to the ranks of the Clan, his Clanmantes called out Flamepaw’s new name. A wide, happy smile appeared on his muzzle.
Flamepaw loved his duties as an apprentice. He loved helping out the other cats, even if they were cranky old elders. He happily skipped to and fro without complaint, earning respect from many of the Clan’s warriors. Smokewing was a gentle and patient mentor, which pleased the red tom. He had thousands of questions to drill the gray cat with.
”Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect this Clan, even at the cost of your life?” The red tabby stared up into the eyes of the leader. There was serious question in their depths, he was asking the young cat to pledge his life after all. Flamepaw took a quick look over his shoulder at all of his friends and family. “I do.” He responded with a steady voice. “Flamepaw, from this day forward you shall be known as Flamestripe.”
The red tabby personality was the same as a warrior as when he was an apprentice. He padded happily around camp, asking where he could be of use and doing whatever was asked of him. He proved to be very useful on border patrols with hostile Clans. His bold stature made them think twice before attacking. Flamestripe was put in charge of a cute she-cat named Dapplepaw. He tried to be kind and caring, like Smokewing was to him. She was a pawful, and shredded his patience with her antics and stubbornness. The warrior spent most of their training time rescuing her from trees or fighting with her about the relevance of the day's lesson. He was stuck with her for several long moons before she matured and earned her warrior name.
A quarter moon hadn't passed before the deputy of the time had been killed by a loose dog. Amberclaw took the position. Flamestripe had admired her from afar, especially her loyalty and ambition. He wondered what it would be like to serve under such a cat. There wasn't much time for wondering. Only two moons later, a fierce battle with WaterClan claimed the ninth life of the current leader. Amberclaw rose to take his place, leaving the Clan without a capable deputy.
"I have returned from Four-Rock Meadow as your new leader, with nine lives and the blessings of StarClan!" The Clan cheered for its new leader, and chanted her new name loudly. Flamestripe joined in. With StarClan's blessing, it was time for EarthClan to grow and flourish under a new leader. "I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. Flamestripe will be the new deputy."