Post by Flamesong on Jul 26, 2017 17:33:20 GMT -5
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Flamesong
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PAST NAMES - Flamekit Flamepaw
SEX - She-cat
AGE - 40 Moons
CLAN & RANK -
ThunderClan Medicine Cat
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - A fluffy ruddy colored she-cat with green eyes
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - Rags
PERSONALITY -
At a start, most outside of ThunderClan may see Flamesong as no different than Foxthorn- cold, callous even. When you address her, you likely won't see a flicker of emotion, just a calm, composed demeanor. She'll listen with that mild expression for as long as you speak, you may even fear she's turned to stone, and to an extent perhaps she has. She is a very intelligent cat, and is entirely brains before anything else. Her history with her mother toughened her up, but where Foxthorn became hostile, Flamesong remained mellow. Where Foxthorn may lash out, Flamesong's reaction to most cats, particularly those outside her clan, is a quiet, polite, and very stoic demeanor. Between the outward calm, and the high intelligence that tells her to think thoroughly before speaking, she is a cat of few words, knowing that running her mouth off as some do would likely bring her to an early grave. Those who run their mouths off wind up dead. If she does speak, it's either well thought out, important, or required of her, and usually very, very persuasive.
To both friends, and clanmates she finds herself close to though, she is a rock. She is the cat who you may want to turn to when something difficult comes your way. She is full of sagely advice from all the time she spends in her own head, thinking about everything and anything that so much as brushes lightly through her mind. She ultimately is always willing to help, especially those she loves, even if she doesn't say much during it. Deep down, underneath the seemingly cold exterior, this cat of few words is absolutely kind, the one who may help a starving apprentice of an opposing clan in the dead of leafbare, that cat who won't (for obvious reasons, a cat of few words) share your secrets, even if you happen to be breaking rules. So long as you're not going to hurt anyone else, she won't tell a soul, though she'll likely mind her own business and attempt to stay out of it- unless you blatantly tell her you need her help, and you better actually need it.
Betray her trust, betray her loyalty, kindness, hurt her, or her loved ones, and she holds a grudge. She is not a cat who forgives easily, if at all, though you must truly be heinous in nature to crack her shell and cause that sort of emotion that drives her to resentment, as she is not easily hurt or swayed by cruelty directed at her. This is necessary, due to Foxthorn's frequency of lashing out and attempting to inflict emotional wounds, none of which have stuck yet. She is a tad bit vain, taking small pleasures in her appearance, and making a show of keeping herself at her best, though she knows she can never take a mate. Part of her resents that fact, and resents her sister, who she feels is much prettier than her, but is far too venomous to accept any tom's advances, but much like everything else, those emotions are usually quelled, locked deep inside, and forgotten.
FAMILY -
Mother: Addertuft
Father: Redfoot
Siblings: Hazelpelt (F), Foxthorn (F)
HISTORY - Born to Addertuft and Redfoot, it didn't take long for the young Flamekit to realized her mother didn't love her. The she-cat interacted little with her or her two sisters, Foxkit and Hazelkit- in fact, she learned, her mother hadn't even wanted to name them, and instead had left that up to Redfoot. Foxkit was barely a moon old, her eyes just opening, and already she looked to Addertuft with a strange detachment. This was "mother", but absolutely not. Addertuft would never be the cat she called mother. This could easily have shaped the impressionable, malleable Flamekit, but it didn't, for even then, she had a shell. A tough exterior that didn't let many feelings get to her. Oh, she felt. She loved Hazelkit, she loved Foxkit- though she was becoming temperamental, and dearest of all she loved Petalfur. Petalfur had taken her and her sisters in, for as soon as they could just stomach solid food, the she-cat was out of the nursery and as far away from her unwanted offspring as she could get within the clan. This behavior no longer bothered the cool tempered Flamekit, and she watched her mother stride away with a deadpan expression and a tilt of her head. Already, she was learning, absorbing, and closing herself off.
When Foxkit and Hazelkit would play with Petalfur's brood, only occasionally would Flamekit join in, for mostly, she would sit at her surrogate mother's side and observe her littermates. Quiet. Stoic. Calm. This sometimes earned her strange looks, which she also took in and stored. Cats found it weird how quiet she was, how detached. Except, that is, for her future mentor. Cloudfur had watched her as she watched everyone else, she had noticed, and in turn they watched each other. Perhaps that was why when she turned six moons old, and Foxpaw and Hazelpaw were given to their respective warriors, she was handed off to Cloudfur to train as his apprentice. A medicine cat. She hadn't show particular excitement or disappointment at the announcement, though her curiosity was piqued. She had approached the white tom, eyes swimming with surging interest at the potential- she had never enjoyed the play fighting, the idea of hunting for the clan, the idea of battles, the chance of glory and leading the clan, no. She wanted to learn, observe, take in all she could, and help only in her own way. This, she decided from that very moment that she became Flamepaw, was what she was meant to do. Maybe Cloudfur had received a sign, maybe Cloudfur had just decided it was time to train his successor, but Flamepaw never asked- she was too busy. Had too much to learn.
She dove in to her medicine cat training with abandon. Her quiet nature did not detract from her asking every question she had, and perhaps her training was the most talkative period of her life. She didn't waste her words, no, but anything she wondered about, any uncertainly she had, she went to her mentor, structured her question carefully in her head, and let it rip. Between tireless hours of training, personal research, and exploring the territory- and neighboring territories- with Cloudfur, looking for the best stockpiles of herbs and new ones for healing their clan, she attempted to stay close to her siblings, but with Foxpaw becoming ever more embittered, and Hazelpaw blindly trying to win their mother's affections, she put up a bit of an emotional barrier against them, always willing to help, but remaining as much of a neutral third party as she could manage- she's not entirely heartless though, so, until it became more of a burden than it was worth, she attempted to shelter Hazelpaw from the cruelty of their mother.
Briefly, she felt what she believed was love, but was perhaps more of a puppy-crush, on one of her clanmates- Lionpaw. He was noble, strong, entertaining to talk to, but between her subdued nature and her destiny to spend her life alone as a medicine cat, he seemed to view her as a mere friend. This did not immediately stop her forever, and despite several warnings from Cloudfur, she followed him around, showing more emotion that perhaps she had shown in her entire life. She, for a brief period, was a somewhat more outgoing cat, spending more time with her littermates and Lionpaw- until Lionpaw met Mosspaw, of WindClan. She too found herself found of the tortoiseshell she-cat, but she wasn't stupid, and could see the growing affection in Lionpaw's eyes, in his voice, as he continiously took every chance he could to see Mosspaw, and in doing so, shoved Flamepaw to the side. They were friends, nothing more, but Mosspaw... Mosspaw was a friend. For the first time in her short life, she felt hurt, and she hated it. For days she refused to eat, she barely slept, and she sulked around in the medicine cat's den, even refusing her training. During that time, she thought, a lot. She couldn't even have a mate, so why was she sulking over his rejection? It didn't make her feel any better, if not just exacerbating her emotions and making her feel worse- she would always be alone. This turmoil continued until one morning, she woke up, sighed, and bottled the feelings deep within- this was her life, this was what she needed to accept- there was no other choice. Once again keeping a neutral distance from her friends and family, and for many moons, completely separating herself from Lionpaw, remaining a clanmate to all and not particularly close to any, she continued her training regimen and got back on track- it was her job to.
With time, she became a full fledged medicine cat, Flamesong, and found she had quite the natural knack for healing, the talent mostly lying in her ability to pick up and absorb anything like a sponge, and learning everything Cloudfur had to offer, the other side of it being her cool detachment from situations. If a cat comes before her, bleeding out, she has the calm collective demeanor to handle it without feeling. This had made her an asset to her clan, though she can't boast having many friends, aside from the pleasant, yet undoubtedly strained, relationship she tries to maintain with her siblings and Mossheart, to an extent Lionclaw too, though part of her still wants to stay far away from the charming tom who made her feel, and made her hurt.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT?
"Yes. Isn't that my job?"
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY?
"Petalfur. A lovely cat."
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
"Being buried alive."
IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE?
"Strong, Wise, Reserved."
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS -
Glitch
PRONOUNS -
She/Her
TIMEZONE -
EST
OTHER CHARACTERS -
Sunstrike, Crookedwing
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PAST NAMES - Flamekit Flamepaw
SEX - She-cat
AGE - 40 Moons
CLAN & RANK -
ThunderClan Medicine Cat
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - A fluffy ruddy colored she-cat with green eyes
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - Rags
PERSONALITY -
At a start, most outside of ThunderClan may see Flamesong as no different than Foxthorn- cold, callous even. When you address her, you likely won't see a flicker of emotion, just a calm, composed demeanor. She'll listen with that mild expression for as long as you speak, you may even fear she's turned to stone, and to an extent perhaps she has. She is a very intelligent cat, and is entirely brains before anything else. Her history with her mother toughened her up, but where Foxthorn became hostile, Flamesong remained mellow. Where Foxthorn may lash out, Flamesong's reaction to most cats, particularly those outside her clan, is a quiet, polite, and very stoic demeanor. Between the outward calm, and the high intelligence that tells her to think thoroughly before speaking, she is a cat of few words, knowing that running her mouth off as some do would likely bring her to an early grave. Those who run their mouths off wind up dead. If she does speak, it's either well thought out, important, or required of her, and usually very, very persuasive.
To both friends, and clanmates she finds herself close to though, she is a rock. She is the cat who you may want to turn to when something difficult comes your way. She is full of sagely advice from all the time she spends in her own head, thinking about everything and anything that so much as brushes lightly through her mind. She ultimately is always willing to help, especially those she loves, even if she doesn't say much during it. Deep down, underneath the seemingly cold exterior, this cat of few words is absolutely kind, the one who may help a starving apprentice of an opposing clan in the dead of leafbare, that cat who won't (for obvious reasons, a cat of few words) share your secrets, even if you happen to be breaking rules. So long as you're not going to hurt anyone else, she won't tell a soul, though she'll likely mind her own business and attempt to stay out of it- unless you blatantly tell her you need her help, and you better actually need it.
Betray her trust, betray her loyalty, kindness, hurt her, or her loved ones, and she holds a grudge. She is not a cat who forgives easily, if at all, though you must truly be heinous in nature to crack her shell and cause that sort of emotion that drives her to resentment, as she is not easily hurt or swayed by cruelty directed at her. This is necessary, due to Foxthorn's frequency of lashing out and attempting to inflict emotional wounds, none of which have stuck yet. She is a tad bit vain, taking small pleasures in her appearance, and making a show of keeping herself at her best, though she knows she can never take a mate. Part of her resents that fact, and resents her sister, who she feels is much prettier than her, but is far too venomous to accept any tom's advances, but much like everything else, those emotions are usually quelled, locked deep inside, and forgotten.
FAMILY -
Mother: Addertuft
Father: Redfoot
Siblings: Hazelpelt (F), Foxthorn (F)
HISTORY - Born to Addertuft and Redfoot, it didn't take long for the young Flamekit to realized her mother didn't love her. The she-cat interacted little with her or her two sisters, Foxkit and Hazelkit- in fact, she learned, her mother hadn't even wanted to name them, and instead had left that up to Redfoot. Foxkit was barely a moon old, her eyes just opening, and already she looked to Addertuft with a strange detachment. This was "mother", but absolutely not. Addertuft would never be the cat she called mother. This could easily have shaped the impressionable, malleable Flamekit, but it didn't, for even then, she had a shell. A tough exterior that didn't let many feelings get to her. Oh, she felt. She loved Hazelkit, she loved Foxkit- though she was becoming temperamental, and dearest of all she loved Petalfur. Petalfur had taken her and her sisters in, for as soon as they could just stomach solid food, the she-cat was out of the nursery and as far away from her unwanted offspring as she could get within the clan. This behavior no longer bothered the cool tempered Flamekit, and she watched her mother stride away with a deadpan expression and a tilt of her head. Already, she was learning, absorbing, and closing herself off.
When Foxkit and Hazelkit would play with Petalfur's brood, only occasionally would Flamekit join in, for mostly, she would sit at her surrogate mother's side and observe her littermates. Quiet. Stoic. Calm. This sometimes earned her strange looks, which she also took in and stored. Cats found it weird how quiet she was, how detached. Except, that is, for her future mentor. Cloudfur had watched her as she watched everyone else, she had noticed, and in turn they watched each other. Perhaps that was why when she turned six moons old, and Foxpaw and Hazelpaw were given to their respective warriors, she was handed off to Cloudfur to train as his apprentice. A medicine cat. She hadn't show particular excitement or disappointment at the announcement, though her curiosity was piqued. She had approached the white tom, eyes swimming with surging interest at the potential- she had never enjoyed the play fighting, the idea of hunting for the clan, the idea of battles, the chance of glory and leading the clan, no. She wanted to learn, observe, take in all she could, and help only in her own way. This, she decided from that very moment that she became Flamepaw, was what she was meant to do. Maybe Cloudfur had received a sign, maybe Cloudfur had just decided it was time to train his successor, but Flamepaw never asked- she was too busy. Had too much to learn.
She dove in to her medicine cat training with abandon. Her quiet nature did not detract from her asking every question she had, and perhaps her training was the most talkative period of her life. She didn't waste her words, no, but anything she wondered about, any uncertainly she had, she went to her mentor, structured her question carefully in her head, and let it rip. Between tireless hours of training, personal research, and exploring the territory- and neighboring territories- with Cloudfur, looking for the best stockpiles of herbs and new ones for healing their clan, she attempted to stay close to her siblings, but with Foxpaw becoming ever more embittered, and Hazelpaw blindly trying to win their mother's affections, she put up a bit of an emotional barrier against them, always willing to help, but remaining as much of a neutral third party as she could manage- she's not entirely heartless though, so, until it became more of a burden than it was worth, she attempted to shelter Hazelpaw from the cruelty of their mother.
Briefly, she felt what she believed was love, but was perhaps more of a puppy-crush, on one of her clanmates- Lionpaw. He was noble, strong, entertaining to talk to, but between her subdued nature and her destiny to spend her life alone as a medicine cat, he seemed to view her as a mere friend. This did not immediately stop her forever, and despite several warnings from Cloudfur, she followed him around, showing more emotion that perhaps she had shown in her entire life. She, for a brief period, was a somewhat more outgoing cat, spending more time with her littermates and Lionpaw- until Lionpaw met Mosspaw, of WindClan. She too found herself found of the tortoiseshell she-cat, but she wasn't stupid, and could see the growing affection in Lionpaw's eyes, in his voice, as he continiously took every chance he could to see Mosspaw, and in doing so, shoved Flamepaw to the side. They were friends, nothing more, but Mosspaw... Mosspaw was a friend. For the first time in her short life, she felt hurt, and she hated it. For days she refused to eat, she barely slept, and she sulked around in the medicine cat's den, even refusing her training. During that time, she thought, a lot. She couldn't even have a mate, so why was she sulking over his rejection? It didn't make her feel any better, if not just exacerbating her emotions and making her feel worse- she would always be alone. This turmoil continued until one morning, she woke up, sighed, and bottled the feelings deep within- this was her life, this was what she needed to accept- there was no other choice. Once again keeping a neutral distance from her friends and family, and for many moons, completely separating herself from Lionpaw, remaining a clanmate to all and not particularly close to any, she continued her training regimen and got back on track- it was her job to.
With time, she became a full fledged medicine cat, Flamesong, and found she had quite the natural knack for healing, the talent mostly lying in her ability to pick up and absorb anything like a sponge, and learning everything Cloudfur had to offer, the other side of it being her cool detachment from situations. If a cat comes before her, bleeding out, she has the calm collective demeanor to handle it without feeling. This had made her an asset to her clan, though she can't boast having many friends, aside from the pleasant, yet undoubtedly strained, relationship she tries to maintain with her siblings and Mossheart, to an extent Lionclaw too, though part of her still wants to stay far away from the charming tom who made her feel, and made her hurt.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT?
"Yes. Isn't that my job?"
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY?
"Petalfur. A lovely cat."
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
"Being buried alive."
IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE?
"Strong, Wise, Reserved."
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS -
Glitch
PRONOUNS -
She/Her
TIMEZONE -
EST
OTHER CHARACTERS -
Sunstrike, Crookedwing
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