Post by kobi on Dec 21, 2008 15:33:31 GMT -5
Blazeclaw
[/font][/center]Blaze, as in a fire. And claw, as in the thing that retracts from a cat’s paw. Or, as in a cat that is talented in fighting.
-A Blazing Claw of Rage-
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- Tom
- 25 Moons
- Cloudclan
- Warrior
His Looks His pelt is long, his fur ranging from light creamy oranges to almost brown stripes. Not surprisingly, around his eyes, nose and maw are the much light peach color, his ear fur too, and his underbelly. His stripes are a lot darker around the sides of his face and around his legs, and around the nape of his neck. His white whiskers are longer than normal, along with his tail.
The tie around his neck is a sign that he was once stolen by a twoleg, and had the bow tied horribly tight, though he does have enough room to breath and function just fine. It’s dark red, and it can be stretched, but there seems to be no way to get it over his head. So, he’s lived with it for a few moons. And don’t worry, he’s tried to get it off before. That’s why he has so many scars around his neck. His eyes are dark yellow, golden orange if possible.
He’s built for fighting it would seem, as he does tend to be the winner of the few fights he gets into. But that could always change.
Or perhaps, maybe all those scars are due to something else, along with the unhealthy amount of dents and permanent bruises that dot his pelt.
Actions He’s gotten plenty of laughter about the tie around his neck, but he’ll run straight into a fight if anyone happens to talk about it behind his back. Of course, besides that, he’s a calm cat. He’ll usually do his best to avoid a fight if possible, but that doesn’t mean he won’t protect his clan with the last breathe that he breaths. Which would be saying that he’s amazingly loyal.
He’s quiet, though he will speak. Though he’s capable of it, but don’t expect him to stick around long if he’d bored. He does, however, stick as close to his brothers as possible. He’s not comfortable around she-cats without some other tom close by for some reason, and he doesn’t usually walk close to them by any means. Maybe he’s simply scared of him, seeing as his mother did a few horrible things in the time that she was alive.
He'd never be caught dead hurting any cat without reason. It takes something on their part for him to even get mad. Charging into a battle with his clan, he'll unsheath his claws in an instant, but on a border patrol, he won't be so quick to act. He always likes to get both sides of the story, incase something happens to be wrong in the story. Of course, attack without reason, and you'll be sure to get some feral reaction from Blazeclaw.
Past His life as a kit was somewhat of a mess. His brothers did seem to notice, but his mother messed with young Blazekit’s head a lot. She’d often tell him that she loved him, and the next night she would take him out of camp and toss him around like a long dead mouse. Like a play toy, torturing him for her own personal fun. He didn’t like that to much, but she was much bigger than the poor three moon old kit, and so he could do nothing about it. Of course, his father seemed to watch from the shadows with a sick smile in his eyes.
When he was made an apprentice, he didn’t sleep much. It never affected his fighting or concentration, but he did complain of nightmares now and then. It was never easy on a cat to have a mother like his. And of course, he had to make sure his siblings were alright. He had to make sure they weren’t being slowly killed by his mother or father. Other than that problem, he had a good mentor, and things seemed to be going along just fine.
Named a warrior now, life got even better. He slept once in a while, usually taking naps into the sun. But, he continued to stay up at night, fur spiked as he sat at the corner of the way from the warrior’s den. He got plenty of questions about what was wrong, but he never explained himself much.
Soon, his mother died, along with his father. Apparently, they fell from the same tree, at the exact same time. That wasn’t like them, but he didn’t complain. Instead, he was a bit overjoyed. He could sleep now. He would get to take a break from this constant protective manner he had. But that wasn’t true. He still had nightmares when he let his mind wander into sleep, and he still worried.
In Character: -accepted on 1st bio-
Relationships/Kin: Scorchfang(Brother), Glowheart(Brother)
Other: Would never rat out his brothers to anyone, even at the cost of his life.
Codewords: Painting Portraits of Ghosts
