Post by sarcasm on Aug 8, 2012 20:26:08 GMT -5
i got a lot to say to you
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Name; crimsonfire
Gender; tom
Alliance; fireclan
scribbled out the truth with their lies
[/size][/b][/color][/b] the fuse on this big guy is quite short, a trait he acquired from his father. little things, like a shortage of prey, or the scent of another clan on the territory can set him off. fwhen he loses his temper he usually simply becomes quiet, instead of lashing out on someone, but other times he isn’t so calm. the brutes state of mind plays a huge factor in which way he goes. if he’s had a bad day, he will explode. his explosions usually include him growling extensively and taking a swipe at the closest non-living thing, and storming off in a heated fury. crimsonfire has only ever struck out at someone once.
Personality;
arrogant. a most unattractive quality for anyone to have, and many look at it as a weakness. however, crimsonfire holds no shame in being arrogant because he believes it brings upon him an air of importance and respect from the other cats in the clan. along with this, he doesn’t like to think of himself as arrogant, more as proud. he isn’t afraid to boast, or look down upon someone he deems weaker, or less than him. the tom knows he is strong, and a cat not many others would want to go up against. he is very confident in his abilities as a warrior, and as deputy and he sees no fault in being proud and sure of himself.
temper
good heart despite the fact that crimsonfire has the less wanted qualities in a deputy, his heart is in the right place. he just wants what is best for the clan, and this is a hard for him, once again because shadowclan is living so close to them. regardless of the compromised living situation, he would give his life to save another clan mate, but he has a hard time showing he cares because he is scared that it will show vulnerability and weakness. but, in certain situations, like when it regards to kits, crimsonfire will sit and comfort and upset cub until it feels better. delicate situations such as deaths, he also reveals his softer side, but only to certain clanmates.
conflicted crimsonfire doesn’t know what he wants in life. of course, he wants to be leader, but in regards to other things, like mates, and having his own family, he is greatly conflicted. he catches himself thinking about losing a kit, or losing a mate and it turns him off of love. on the flip side, he sees happy couples and he longs for that kind of connection. a big part of this also comes from the fact that he is worried a family would take away from his ability to lead the clan when that time comes. as of right now, he is turned off of the ideas of mates, and is currently focused on furthering his skills as a warrior.
Flaws;
- temper
- jealous
- egotistical
- problem with authority
- irrational
Advantages;
- intelligent
- quick thinker
- able to admit when he is wrong
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i noticed your eyes are always glued to me
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Appearance;
when someone first lays eyes on the young chocolate brown tabby, they usually see strength. every muscle in the brute’s body is well cut, and powerful under his painted pelt. his shoulders aren’t as broad as some of his clan mates, but they are in no way dainty. the back of this mighty warrior is long and wide set, but thins out towards his haunches. the hind quarters of this tom may not be as wide as his shoulders, but they harness huge amounts of brute strength. holding up his body are thick, short, sturdy legs planted upon wide set paws. sheathed within these paws are long, beautifully curved claws. they are a rather horrible shade of yellow, stained from battles.
the brutes face is very intelligently shaped. narrow through the maw, his face widens from his cheeks through to the crown. placed upon his crown are neatly positioned ears, that give him a sharp, and keen look. rounded rather roughly at the tips, though it does not detract from his appearance. deep set in his face, they give him a rough, yet handsome look. round, and fairly average sized, they are a brilliant green and are the gate way into his every thought and feeling. in other words he is horrible at hiding the things he is feeling.
finishing off the tom cats look, is his pelt. draped over his muscular body is a delicately painted pelt of browns, blacks and whites. his eyes are highlighted with white sweeps and black lines, as if someone took black eye-liner to them. bright white stretches up to the base of his nose and down into his neck, circling around his mouth handsomely. crimsonfire's nose is pale pink, and his muzzle is white. across his back, the black stripes stretch from one side to the other, and smaller jagged black and brown dashes are distributed lazily through the rest of his pelt. the brutes legs are highlighted with intricate shades of orange-brown and taper off into white paws on three of his four legs, neglecting his front right paw.
Short Description; brown tabby tom cat with brilliant green eyes
i'd rather waste my life pretending than have to forget
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History;
the dusk was cold, and the sky was painted with reds, purples and pinks. fireclan slept, the best it could while the delicate meadowfrost went into labor and starting yowling. the usually quiet, and strong willed she-cat was stripped of control over her body, the pain coursing through her like a hot knife in butter. every nerve in her body was screaming for the pain to stop, to let go of her body and give her relief. a few moments later, their wish was granted. a rather large kit lay next to his proud mother, who licked his body to warm him, and nuzzled him. the femme looked up into the sky, and with a weak smile, she named her son.
crimsonkit.
the next morning, crimsonkit met his father, a strong solid black tom like his mother, though much larger and gruff looking. stormhawk smiled down at his son, who was a spitting image of him, and gave him a lick on the head. stormhawk nuzzled his mate affectionately, before leaving on a hunting patrol.
soon, the brute was a handful. running around, causing mischief and making the clan look at meadowfrost with bemused smirks. crimsonkit’s favourite trick to play was sneak up on his mother and head butt her full on in the chest. however, after awhile, this stopped being cute, and when that point came, his mother gave him a very swift smack on the back of his head and sent him to the dirt. the kit stopped after that. but it didn’t stop him from disrupting the rest of his clan, and especially his father. he would run up and pounce on his father’s hind quarters whenever he was allowed out of the nursery, or when he snuck out.
it was noticed very soon that the young tabby was going to be no different than his father in size. at five moons, he was already growing like a seed and was only getting bigger with each moon that passed. also noticed early on was his very short temper. apparently, he was taking after his father in that aspect as well. meadowfrost couldn’t particularly say she was pleased with her sons temper, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it.
the brutes temper was taken into account when his sixth moon rolled around and it was time to make him an apprentice and give him a mentor. there weren’t many cats able to deal with his temper, but the one they chose suited him just fine. the apprentice ceremony was a proud moment for both his mother and father, and a speed bump for crimsonkit. he was so concerned with being a warrior, he wanted to skip the apprentice part and go straight to becoming a great warrior!
crimsonpaw.
needless to say, his training went less than smoothly at the beginning. strong headed and uninterested in the little things, crimsonpaw would fight tooth and nail whenver he was told to go clean the elders den or the nursery. he wanted to learn to fight, and hunt and get on to being a warrior. the mentor and the apprentice went head to head every day, until he got pulled to the side by his father.
“you need to knock it off, crimsonpaw. if you want to become a good warrior, you need to learn discipline, and respect. right now, no one in the clan respects you because you don’t respect them. smarten up.” stormhawk had taken a pause, his eyes locked on his sons, who were glaring daggers into him before finishing. “I’m ashamed to call you my son.” crimsonpaw felt something break inside of him, and he had never felt so worthless in his eight moons of life. hurt and broken, the apprentice watched with tears in his eyes as his father walked away from him, not looking back once.
things didn’t change right away, he still had a hard time doing tedious and monotonous tasks but with time he was more perceptive, and accepting of these duties. he became a model apprentice, listening, and working hard, but it wasn’t for the benefit of his father anymore. something clicked in his head one night, as he was laying in his nest thinking about the battle moves they had gone over that day. he realized that the longer he fought his mentor, the longer it would take him to become a warrior, and the longer it would take for him to be respected.
he developed the ability to fight quickly, using his rapidly growing size to his advantage. however, it took him some time to get used to his large body. his first major growth spurt left him clumsy and in pain, and even more irritable than usual. it was on his 10th moon, and he found himself achy and grumpy. it took him a few days before he was able move without pain, but he soon regained control of his body, and was no longer clumsy anymore. after that, his training soon came to a close.
his warrior ceremony came with high tension. crimsonpaw had been avoiding his father since their confrontation, and this would be the first time they would be near each other. at the start of it, stormhawk approached him, his mother not far behind, and smiled at his son. he gave his son a lick on the head, like he had when he first met his son, and nuzzled his cheek. “good job, crimsonpaw.” stormhawk said softly to son, before nodding his head curtly and walking away. his mother gave him a big smile before following her mate. crimsonpaw gave a small smile back, smugly.
the leader gave his speech and explained his soon to be name: crimsonfire. his personality and temper was like a fire, unstoppable and destructive. crimsonpaw purred as he received his name and was dismissed to sit his vigil at the entrance of the camp. tall, and proud, crimsonpaw congratulated himself on succeeding.
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disappointment set in when he did not receive an apprentice right away. he was dead set on getting an apprentice off the bat to train and raise to warrior status that he didn’t think of his age. for a couple moons, he was grumpy and angry the majority of the time due to the fact that he did not get what he wanted.
fortunately for him, he didn’t have to wait long. he received a she-cat for an apprentice, a small white bundle of energy with a fiery personality. the brute wasn’t fond of her, he found her kind of annoying and much too keen on him. crimsonfire trained her, however, to the best of his abilities, and would explain however best he could, when she would shut up and listen that is. he had never heard a cat ask so many questions in his life! this apprentice was full of them. of course, crimsonfire answered them without a moment’s hesitation.
after awhile, he began to like the apprentice, she was smart, and quick as a whip, but also caring. crimsonfire looked on her as his mentor, not in training for a warrior, but in compassion for others. he still wasn’t able to bring himself down to the level as his clanmates, but he was soon able to feel sympathy for other cats and look past himself.
when the apprentices mother passed away, crimsonfire showed this fully to her. he comforted her, and told her that she was not really gone, and that she was not needed here anymore; starclan needed her in their clan so that she could always watch over her daughter. his apprentice was stricken with grief, but listened to her mentor and moved on but with difficulty. crimsonfire helped her through this, every chance he got, until she became a warrior herself.
Roleplay Example:
powerful legs lifted the large body to its full height, which to most was a fair amount taller than many of his clan mates. his body was plagued with the unfortunate feelings of fatigue and discontent with the lack of sleep he had been getting lately. every inch of his muscular body ached with each move he made and when he stretched, instead of feeling relief and release at the expansion of his muscles, he merely winced and relished in the fact that he need only stretch once a day; when he awoke. the tom cat had overslept again, well if you could call tossing and turning and laying with your eyes open to the world sleeping. no, sleep was a mere memory of him, bitter sweet.
making an appearance in the heart of his camp, leaf bares cold tongue licked through his pelt, sending it on the alert, standing high and proud in protest to the chill. it had been so warm in the warriors den, despite the fact that no one else had been in there in awhile. not that that bothered him overly much. he didn't mind waking up alone; it would be his fate until he finally settled down with a she-cat. until then, he was rather content with waking up every morning alone in his nest.
hawkfire wasn't a modest cat. he knew he was good at what he did and he was very happy to share it with whomsoever should be around to hear him go on and about how great he was. well, granted anyone wanted to listen. most decided that they had better things to do with their time then sit and listen to the arrogant tom ramble on about how amazing he was in everything that he ever did.
casting his emerald green gaze over the clan, his eyes caught sight of the shameful fresh kill pile. a spark of anger and annoyance at the brunt of leaf bare and its impacts on the prey, shot through his body, igniting all his nerves and making his eyes flash. shaking his head, he stomped his way over to the fresh kill pile and with a flick of his paw, sent the limp prey scattering across the slowly freezing ground. this is ridiculous. he snarled to himself before glancing up to catch the tail end of one of the new warriors. the toms name evaded his memory, hawkfire figured because of his unhappy state of mind.
well, no use sticking around here with nothing to do, the thought occurred to him as he trotted to stroll alongside the warrior that he had recently named.
"good morning. if you're going hunting, as I assume any good warrior would do after looking at the pitiful fresh-kill pile, I would like to join you." speaking in a dull, annoyed tone, the large, dark brown tabby tom watched the silver tabby out of the corner of his eye, not waiting for him to either accept his request or negate it.
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