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Post by __Rawr at the D I S C O!// on May 5, 2007 12:50:28 GMT -5
Name: Phoenixstar
Age: 30 moons
Rank: Leader
Clan: Snow
Description:
[ The Fur ]
Not too long, not too short,the reddish orange painted pelt is almost precisely the recommended pelt,seeing as one would not get too cold in the Winter,and not too hot. He is a cat with a pelt of fire, as red as the firey prison he was born. His pelt is not too perfectly groomed,but not too messy,its in between. The pelt, in the sunlight has a pleasant gold tint to it, making him look as if his pelt was actually on fire. Under the moonlight, it is a bright blueish silver.
[The Eyes.]
Two eyes stick out from the rest. A blueish hue are the eyes painted - which is utterly and totaly uncommon for orange cats, since they have yellow eyes. His own eyes seem rather odd for a cat, as it seems to look as if it was shattered glass,and sometimes if one would closely look at the black cat's eyes they could see that the light in them is dim, which gives it a somewhat dull, dead look. They hold almost no emotion, and no thought he thinks, so it would be impossible to know what he feels or thinks, though what would not be easy is the fact trying to make eye contact as he doesn't make much of it.
[The Body.]
Long, sturdy legs keep the tom's lean body up, making it useful for him to carry heavy things on his back, or drag something around without collasping. It also gives him the higher speed advantage,and power to swim well. His lean,skinny physique is perfect for squeezing in through tight spaces, or for not weighing so much on his paws,which conserves energy.He has small,dainty paws which are good for not tripping over. He has a perfectly carved face,as his muzzle is not too long,but not too short, and is somewhat pointed,but not too much.He weilds long,sharp claws that have been painted with blood from previous fights and hunting trips.
Picture:
None.
Personality:
[ The Inside ]
A lone,quiet,subdued cat sits at the far street of his own soul.Inside Phoenixstar,it is quiet emotionless and empty,the houghts that run through the inside are dark,though somewhat caring. He is quite sad on the inside, which is why the color of his world is black and white.Nobody in the world knows him.Nobody.He wanders the inside of his mind,asking only questions and finding no answers.
Also on the inside,he is simply a caged bird,though instead of wanting to be free,he stays subdued in his cage,watching the world and time go boy soundlessly without any remorse.He never once thinks of spilling his thoughts and feelings out loud,never once.
[ The Outside. ]
In those eyes of his there is no emotion hidden within them, and if one does, and try to read him like a book, they will only see coldness.His body language, as well as his actions speak for themselves when it comes to his personality. He moves quickly, but quietly, and acts before he thinks.He is anti social,being quiet,never talking.Thats his quiet side,now here is more into him.He is sorta rude,liking to do his work alone,and if he is working with a partner,he'd just act like if they weren't there,and if they repeadetly bothered him,he'd simply snap at them, though, being a leader has opened up his sensitive side abit. Even though he seems evil, he does care for the Clan.
History:
[ Kithood ]
In a rainy night of the darkest of nights,two kits was cuddled up beside a battered and bloody and un-cared for looking she-cat, who looked as if she were about to die.The two kits,however,merely suckled silently and peacefully.One kit was a firery red,the other was as white as snow.The mother was white with black blotches. Her name was unknown to the two kits, along with her face,as by the next morning,the two kits were dropped off at seperate houses's front doors,and the mother had dissapeared without a trace.She had died,but her body was never found.
The firey kit,un-named and abandoned,was raised as a kittypet for 3 moons,and all those 3 moons,he had been living from home to home to home,due to strange accidents that killed almost the whole family,though the kit survived.In the end of the 3 moons,he had lived in 58 homes,all the families dead.He ran away after that,into the forest where he raised himself. He wandered around for only a few weeks until his encounter with a group of abandoned kits his own age.
The kits, Bubble,Squeak,Blue,and Train were all siblings,and gladly accepted their friendship with the firey kit, in which,they called him, Crimson[-gasp-].The group became as close as family for a good 3 moons,living each day to it's fullest. The abandoned fire-kit,nicknamed Crimson,for the first time felt happy until the end of those 3 moons,on a lonely,dark,rainy night.The group were wandering around the twoleg village,playing around in the street while looking for shelter.Who ever new such a horrible thing would happen,when Bubble would trip over and rock,and being the smallest,at 4 moons,he couldn't get up and walk well.The others ran to him while Crimson kept watch,still up ahead,the winds were getting strong,and the rain was getting stronger also,and soon...
BOOM!!
The two houses,who were both two stories,lying on each side of the street the group suddenly tipped over and collasped on the group,all besides Crimson,who was far up ahead ,safe.He noticed the wind was stronger than anything he have even felt before,and he noticed,that this was a hurricane.The rain was increasing also,and so,Crimson fled the area quickly,and went into the forest,hiding under the nearest bush he could see.The hurricane lasted for about 6 hours,and once or twice he could swear a cat was being flung into the air and taken away,but after that,the storm subdued,and everything was back to normal.
[ New life ]
After that, he lived his life as a loner, arriving at the age of 9 moons, before he suddenly collasped, and fell in a coma for a week, not knowing that in that week, a warrior of Snow Clan had found him, and brung him to camp. Crimson woke up, at first, frightened so much he tried to run away, but was stopped after being convinced by the clan cats that they meant no harm. Crimson soon talked to the leader, telling her about his adventure, and how his friends were killed in an unlikely accident.
The leader immediately took him into the clan, being one of the very few cats who accepted him. The others... kinda hated him, due to his loner status. The fact that he wasn't clan-born made him hated, but Crimson was raised like a normal clan-cat, adopting the name, Phoenixpaw, for his red pelt. During his life as an apprentice, he adopted many skills from other clans, as he made friends in each clan, who taught him what their clan knew. Not long after he was a deputy- in fact, the day after he was made deputy, the leader had died of a raid from BlizzardClan.
Why had BlizzardClan attacked? Nobody knew, but after that, Phoenixflame, as he was called now, had developed a hate torwards BlizzardClan. He soon became leader, and has yet to get 9 lives.
Code word:
Mouse Is Prey
IC:
The day had came and went, nothing special, nothing new. The Woodlands were silent, as quiet as not even a mouse, but the whisper of the wind. Only one thing was moving, and that was a shadow. It stood silently beside a crimson pond, it's blue eyes looking down at it's reflection - a red feline looking back at it. A long, vine-like tail lashed as the air behind him. It's head turned away, torwards a small mouse nibbling on an acorn.
A paw was lifted,and in a flash of red, and sharp claws, there was no sound, and the mouse fell silenly on the ground with no sound, its eyes blank, its body stained red. The shadow didn't bother claiming the mouse as food and eating it- instead, it stood up, and darted away, through the snow- carpeted ground. Left and right the figure ran, weaving in and out between the trees as a shadow umong shadows.
In a swift jump, the cat was on a sturdy tree branch. It lept to a higher branch, then another,and another,'till it was on the topmost branch of the tree. It looked to the sun that was setting. The sky was painted a purple,pink and gold, though it would soon be coated by a star -spewn navy sky. A breeze came,and the cat closed it's eyes as the breeze ruffled his orange red fur and cooled him.Once it ended,he opened his eyes and turned away from the sun.
The cat looked down from his perch, looking around, breathing in the scents. No sign of the other clans. Good. The leader had went on a single patrol to check out an area were he scented BlizzardClan. The scent was stale, and very faint, so he had nothing to worry about. For now.
Other:
Nothing.
Mother:
Cherry [ Kittypet ]
Father:
Dallas [ Loner ]
Siblings:
Acentae [ Unknown if Deceased or Not ]
Past names:
Phoenixkit
Phoenixpaw
Phoenixflame
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