Post by Olan on Mar 27, 2008 17:01:46 GMT -5
Name:Blueflame
Clan: Emberclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 37 moons
Gender: Tom
Description: Blueflame is a most unusual cat- he has a flame-bright pelt, with the most shocking blue eyes. He has very long front claws. One paw has white on it, and his tail is tipped with black. His ears are battle-scarred. He has a white spot on his chest.
Personality: Blueflame likes to keep to himself alot of the time. No one really knows what he's about, but he stays pretty far from any contact. He only feels comfortable talking to his closest friends. His attitude isn't angry and mad, though. He is calm and most of the time, no one really wants to get to know him. They don't realize that he is just like them, a normal cat.
History: Blueflame was born into Emberclan, and he had a sister, Coldkit. She was a small, pitiful little thing, and the whole clan knew she would die. When she contracted greencough, it was no surprise that she was dying. After her death, Blueflame got quieter and quieter, and after his mother was swooped up into and eagles talons, he dared not to speak. He had no family, for his father died before Blueflame and Coldkit were born. He thought of becoming a loner, but he decided to stay in the clan. He wanted to serve to the utmost and die protecting Emberclan. He wanted to be humble and loyal. And he wnated to become Leader... one day...
IC Example: "Blueflame!" came a shrill cry. The new warrior burst out of the warriors den. He heard his friends cry. And now, he saw cats leaping into the air, trying to scare off an eagle. Fat chance, thought Blueflame. His mother was in the crowd, and she was fighting excellently. He leaped into the air, grabbing the eagle talon and ripping it clear off. The eagle shrieked and dived for him. But Blueflame was quick. He dodged the attack and, with his mother behind him, the eagle went straight for her. There was a cry and suddenly Blueflame fainted.
When he woke up, he was in the medicine den. "W-W-What?" he stammered, half groggy from his sleep. "Your mother," came a soft whisper. "Your mother is eagle food." the cat spat out the words, and Blueflame knew it wasn't a cat of his clan. He was still delirious. It was voices inside his head. But thay were speaking the truth. The sad, sad truth.
Pass: Morning
Clan: Emberclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 37 moons
Gender: Tom
Description: Blueflame is a most unusual cat- he has a flame-bright pelt, with the most shocking blue eyes. He has very long front claws. One paw has white on it, and his tail is tipped with black. His ears are battle-scarred. He has a white spot on his chest.
Personality: Blueflame likes to keep to himself alot of the time. No one really knows what he's about, but he stays pretty far from any contact. He only feels comfortable talking to his closest friends. His attitude isn't angry and mad, though. He is calm and most of the time, no one really wants to get to know him. They don't realize that he is just like them, a normal cat.
History: Blueflame was born into Emberclan, and he had a sister, Coldkit. She was a small, pitiful little thing, and the whole clan knew she would die. When she contracted greencough, it was no surprise that she was dying. After her death, Blueflame got quieter and quieter, and after his mother was swooped up into and eagles talons, he dared not to speak. He had no family, for his father died before Blueflame and Coldkit were born. He thought of becoming a loner, but he decided to stay in the clan. He wanted to serve to the utmost and die protecting Emberclan. He wanted to be humble and loyal. And he wnated to become Leader... one day...
IC Example: "Blueflame!" came a shrill cry. The new warrior burst out of the warriors den. He heard his friends cry. And now, he saw cats leaping into the air, trying to scare off an eagle. Fat chance, thought Blueflame. His mother was in the crowd, and she was fighting excellently. He leaped into the air, grabbing the eagle talon and ripping it clear off. The eagle shrieked and dived for him. But Blueflame was quick. He dodged the attack and, with his mother behind him, the eagle went straight for her. There was a cry and suddenly Blueflame fainted.
When he woke up, he was in the medicine den. "W-W-What?" he stammered, half groggy from his sleep. "Your mother," came a soft whisper. "Your mother is eagle food." the cat spat out the words, and Blueflame knew it wasn't a cat of his clan. He was still delirious. It was voices inside his head. But thay were speaking the truth. The sad, sad truth.
Pass: Morning