Post by ~*Swift*~ on Nov 9, 2008 2:48:55 GMT -5
Name:
Firestorm
Age:
44 moons ( 4 years )
Gender:
Tom
.
Alliance:
Spiritclan
Rank:
Dead warrior
Picture:
Description:
He has very long fur. His coat is a dusty orange color. Darker orange stripes and flecks line his back and face. One of his paws are white. His muzzle is white with a speck of the darker orange color on it. His tail is like his fur, light dusty orange with darker orange stripes. It's also long and puffy, like a plume! His ears have dark orange fur on the tips of his ears. His eyes are always narrowed, as he is always angry. They always gleam no matter where he is. They are green with a tint of yellow in them. He bears a scar that is not really visible from afar on his left eye, wich has left him blind in just that eye. His nose is a very light pink. At the frist glance, cats almost think it's white. But there is a pink tint in there. He has a little black on the bottom of his light pink nose. His paw pads are a pretty deep pink. One of them has a black spot. And his whikers and a perfect ivory snow white.
Personality:
He looks calm, but that is not his personality. There can be many words to describe him, or maybe even just a few. You can look at him and say he is sweet and loving. But he has engery that burns on like fire feeding on dry leaves and twigs. He dosn't like talking much, and he has a hateful attitude. But behind the shell of envy and lust is the cat who still cares and love for his mate that he had to leave behind. Firestorm is one of the most bravest cats in Spiritclan.He watches over the forest and without regret of making sure every cat is safe. But still, even if he does have his love and Spiritclan...nothing is the same. Lets not forget that he still has his heart made of ice and tounge made of thorns.
History:
He has a pretty bad one. He was born to Frozenshadow and Flameheart. They were never the ' loving ' parents he would have hoped. His mother took care of him. But she was harsh. She never stopped yelling and threatning. She called him the worst insaults ever. He had a brother, who was named Cloudkit after his pure white pelt. His mother had told Cloudkit he would never be the warrior who would have made his mother and father roud. Cloudkit took it wrong. The next morning, a patrol found him dead with a mouse under his paws, in the snow. Firekit never forgot about that.
When he was apprentice, his life just got worse. Pantherclaw was his trainer, and he was a blood thisrting cat. He wanted to be deputy. No, leader. He pushed poor Firepaw to the limit. After that, all he could think of was hate. He didn't like any cat after that. One day him and his mentor were hunting. Firepaw got so angry of how hard his mentor was being on him, that he litterily ripped the mouse to shreds. You could bet on two mouse tails he had fun cleaning the elder's fur of ticks and fleas.
The day of warmth refused to came. Rain poured swiftly down on the cats as the leader of Oceanclan called for a clan meeting. Paws started to softly step on the ground as the dusty orange tom walked on the smooth rock to recive his final name. His leader gave him the name of Firestorm; since it was storming on his cerimony.
Even if a cat can hate, they may love as well. Firestorm thought there was no such thing as hate once he met Featherleaf. She was beautiful. Even if she had a temper, she matched his fire and understood him. He fell deeply in love with her, and she loved him back. A few moons later he found out she was going to have his kits. After a few moons and their kits were about three moons old, he went on a patrol. He didn't come back because of a fox that killed him. He is now in Spiritclan with his two sons watching Featherleaf.
Role play example:
Paws flew by swiftly and a large tom ran. 'Fox' the word slipped into his head. He ran faster, his legs screeming for him to stop. But his heart was roaring to keep going, for there was a fox on Oceanclan turf. What seemed as several heartbeats, there was a small silence. Then a large russet orange creature with large fangs and snarling growls stepping swiftly out of the bushes. Firestorm slipped out a loud hiss of defiance. He slowly and carefully circled the fox. Rippling snalrs came from the large, long furred Oceanclanner. He hissed again, and the fox tried snapping at his leg. It got a nip at him. Firestorm yowled loudly with pain. The fox tried lunging for him again, but he dodged the attack. The creamy dusty orange tom made a risking jump at the fox. Luckily, he clung to his neck. He managed to get scratched on it's neck before the large animal shook his head and flung him off. The tom layed in a pool of scarlet blood. He tried to catch his breath. His heart was pounding as he looked up. Loud growls came from the fox. Firestorm managed to get up. He gatherd all of his streangth he could possibly get and flung himself at the fox. After a heartbeat, there was hissing and spitting. Then a loud yelp. All was silent. A large cat stood and glared with his yellow tinted green eyes on the large dead animal. But he had lost so much blood. First came dizziness. Then he fell over. His breathing slowly slowed. Then after what seemed forever, he was with Spiritclan.
Other:
He used to be a Oceanclan cat XD
Firestorm
Age:
44 moons ( 4 years )
Gender:
Tom
.
Alliance:
Spiritclan
Rank:
Dead warrior
Picture:
Description:
He has very long fur. His coat is a dusty orange color. Darker orange stripes and flecks line his back and face. One of his paws are white. His muzzle is white with a speck of the darker orange color on it. His tail is like his fur, light dusty orange with darker orange stripes. It's also long and puffy, like a plume! His ears have dark orange fur on the tips of his ears. His eyes are always narrowed, as he is always angry. They always gleam no matter where he is. They are green with a tint of yellow in them. He bears a scar that is not really visible from afar on his left eye, wich has left him blind in just that eye. His nose is a very light pink. At the frist glance, cats almost think it's white. But there is a pink tint in there. He has a little black on the bottom of his light pink nose. His paw pads are a pretty deep pink. One of them has a black spot. And his whikers and a perfect ivory snow white.
Personality:
He looks calm, but that is not his personality. There can be many words to describe him, or maybe even just a few. You can look at him and say he is sweet and loving. But he has engery that burns on like fire feeding on dry leaves and twigs. He dosn't like talking much, and he has a hateful attitude. But behind the shell of envy and lust is the cat who still cares and love for his mate that he had to leave behind. Firestorm is one of the most bravest cats in Spiritclan.He watches over the forest and without regret of making sure every cat is safe. But still, even if he does have his love and Spiritclan...nothing is the same. Lets not forget that he still has his heart made of ice and tounge made of thorns.
History:
He has a pretty bad one. He was born to Frozenshadow and Flameheart. They were never the ' loving ' parents he would have hoped. His mother took care of him. But she was harsh. She never stopped yelling and threatning. She called him the worst insaults ever. He had a brother, who was named Cloudkit after his pure white pelt. His mother had told Cloudkit he would never be the warrior who would have made his mother and father roud. Cloudkit took it wrong. The next morning, a patrol found him dead with a mouse under his paws, in the snow. Firekit never forgot about that.
When he was apprentice, his life just got worse. Pantherclaw was his trainer, and he was a blood thisrting cat. He wanted to be deputy. No, leader. He pushed poor Firepaw to the limit. After that, all he could think of was hate. He didn't like any cat after that. One day him and his mentor were hunting. Firepaw got so angry of how hard his mentor was being on him, that he litterily ripped the mouse to shreds. You could bet on two mouse tails he had fun cleaning the elder's fur of ticks and fleas.
The day of warmth refused to came. Rain poured swiftly down on the cats as the leader of Oceanclan called for a clan meeting. Paws started to softly step on the ground as the dusty orange tom walked on the smooth rock to recive his final name. His leader gave him the name of Firestorm; since it was storming on his cerimony.
Even if a cat can hate, they may love as well. Firestorm thought there was no such thing as hate once he met Featherleaf. She was beautiful. Even if she had a temper, she matched his fire and understood him. He fell deeply in love with her, and she loved him back. A few moons later he found out she was going to have his kits. After a few moons and their kits were about three moons old, he went on a patrol. He didn't come back because of a fox that killed him. He is now in Spiritclan with his two sons watching Featherleaf.
Role play example:
Paws flew by swiftly and a large tom ran. 'Fox' the word slipped into his head. He ran faster, his legs screeming for him to stop. But his heart was roaring to keep going, for there was a fox on Oceanclan turf. What seemed as several heartbeats, there was a small silence. Then a large russet orange creature with large fangs and snarling growls stepping swiftly out of the bushes. Firestorm slipped out a loud hiss of defiance. He slowly and carefully circled the fox. Rippling snalrs came from the large, long furred Oceanclanner. He hissed again, and the fox tried snapping at his leg. It got a nip at him. Firestorm yowled loudly with pain. The fox tried lunging for him again, but he dodged the attack. The creamy dusty orange tom made a risking jump at the fox. Luckily, he clung to his neck. He managed to get scratched on it's neck before the large animal shook his head and flung him off. The tom layed in a pool of scarlet blood. He tried to catch his breath. His heart was pounding as he looked up. Loud growls came from the fox. Firestorm managed to get up. He gatherd all of his streangth he could possibly get and flung himself at the fox. After a heartbeat, there was hissing and spitting. Then a loud yelp. All was silent. A large cat stood and glared with his yellow tinted green eyes on the large dead animal. But he had lost so much blood. First came dizziness. Then he fell over. His breathing slowly slowed. Then after what seemed forever, he was with Spiritclan.
Other:
He used to be a Oceanclan cat XD