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....::::FLAMESTAR::::....
>>>BASICS<<<
Prefix:
Flame: His coat resembles a roaring fire
Suffix:
Star: Traditional leader suffix after traveling to the Moon Tree and receiving his nine lives
Rank:
Leader
Clan:
Southclan
Previous Names:
Flamekit>>Flamepaw>>Flamestripe>>Flamestar
Previous Ranks:
Kit>>Apprentice>>Warrior>>Leader
Age:
49 Moons (4 years 1 moon)
Mentors:
Fogscar
Apprentices:
Juniperpaw
>>>PERSONALITY<<<
Likes:
Greendale forest, rainy days, swimming, open waters
Dislikes:
Trespassers, abandoning the innocent, twolegs but curious about them
>>>FAMILY<<<
Mother: Blackrose-Shecat-Deceased
Father: Quill-Tomcat-Unknown
Littermates: Ivypaw-Shecat-N/A
Mate: none
Kits:
None
Grandkits:
None
>>>DESCRIPTION<<<
Breed: Arabian Mau
Body Shape:
Muscular
Gender:
Tomcat
Pelt Color:
Orange Tabby with more white
Eye Color:
Light Green
Pelt Length:
Short Haired
Scars/Marks:
Three-clawed scar on right shoulder, cat fight
>>>HISTORY<<<
Flamekit’s startling green eyes shot open. He was inside an old smelling den. Alone.
“Hello?” He mewed quietly, and his fear sent replaced the musty odor of the den. Despite being just a moon or two old, he was very big, about the size of a muscular apprentice. Though very, very clumsy. Flamekit stumbles out of the den, and the cool night air seeped around and into his sleek coat.
“Mother?” The thought was natural. He should have a mother. Just like everyone else. But where was she? Did she leave? Did she not want him? Suddenly, a pitch black figure approached him from the darkness. He whimpered in fear, and the feline stepped into the moonlight. Its eyes were a light red, and it had flecks of silver here and there along its thick black pelt.
“They will never accept him.” She whispered, eyes dull. Flamekit tilted his head. All of a sudden another, a much bigger cat appeared beside the other. His pelt was just like Flamekit’s. A splash of fire red mixed in with a flawless white. His yellow eyes met Flamekit’s green.
“Your clan has no need for a new kit anyways. He can remain here in the forest with me. You know I will take care of him, Blackrose.”
The she-cat dipped her head and pressed her muzzle into the tomcat’s fur. “Thanks Quill... I’d... I’d better go...” The she-cat turned and bounded away.
“WAIT!” Flamekit leapt after her, tumbling down an unseen hill and skidding on his haunches. The huge tomcat loomed over him.
“Don’t follow her.” He growled.
“But...”
“Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.” Quill smirked. “I’m your father, after all.”
Flamekit thought he could trust him, and so he did, for many moons. At six moons old, Flamekit was almost as big as his father. Though even more clumsy than before. His paws were almost too big for his body, and he could hardly climb a tree to save his life. At this, Quill was disgusted. He was born perfect, at least that is what he said. His muscles were in perfect shape, and he could climb better than any cat he had encountered. He was very big, but somehow he was so athletic and sleek he could fit almost anywhere if he tried. Flamekit envied him... and always wished that Quill would love him, but every time he tried to impress his father, Quill would give him a hard lecture and even sometimes a punishment.
One night, Quill had finally had enough. He never thought it would be that hard to raise a kit. He lead Flamekit away from the woods they had called home, and to the river.
“Stay here.” He grunted, then turned around and left. Flamekit sat obediently by the water.
A day passes, without a trace of Quill.
“I can’t stay here forever...” He shook himself and padded away to hunt. The next day, he returned with a rabbit and two squirrels, the best he could do without any proper training. He stayed by the river for three more days before his food supply ran out. He half starved himself to remain there, only eating three pieces of prey in three days.
Finally, he came to the conclusion that he had been deserted. It was a low blow, yet it hurt him more than he could have imagined. Nobody wanted him. Flamekit turned away and padded along the water. He traveled that way for quite some time, before he passed out from exhaustion.
Cats’ heads poked up from behind rocks, from up high in trees and down in rabbits’ burrows. They watched the kit. A white and grey tabby tomcat padded out.
“Moonstar, we can’t leave a kit alone like this. It is obviously in a bad state and there is no other cat scent around.”
A she-cat padded out as well. A dark brown shecat with black jagged stripes and stunning blue eyes. “I know, Fogscar. Let’s bring him to the clan. More warriors will be good for us... and a bit of training might do this soul some good.”
Fogscar, her deputy, dipped his head and padded to the kit. He stooped down and licked his ears.
Flamekit shot awake. “Who are you?” He backed up, scared.
Fogscar chuckled. “I’m Fogscar, kit. We’re here to help...”
So Flamekit joined the clan, Brightclan, and became an apprentice. His mentor was Fogscar, a humble and honest deputy who proved to be a good father figure for young Flamepaw.
Moons passed, in which Flamepaw grew to be a brave and no-longer-clumsy warrior: Flamestripe. He could climb just as well as his father, and was quick at learning the fighting styles of the clan.
Unfortunately, Fogscar’s health was failing. He was almost as old as some of the elders in the clan, but had kept pushing himself to be the deputy the clan needed. And he was, until, one sunny warm day, he took his last breathes, and spoke his final words.
“Be the warrior the clan needs, Flamestripe. I know I can count on you.”
After that, Flamestripe did everything he could to save the clan from any dangers. The clan went through horrible sicknesses, battles, badger and fox attacks.... yet Brightclan stayed on top of it all, with Flamestripe-their best warrior. The warrior who had replaced Fogscar as deputy was Stormsky, a sly tomcat with patchy blue/grey fur. He beat Flamestripe in a fight to be deputy, but only because he cheated by setting up strange traps beforehand to confuse Flamestripe. He proved to be a lazy and dishonest deputy, but Moonstar was growing desperate. She had only one life left, and this intrigued Stormsky...
One mucky day with heavy humidity, Stormsky dashed into camp, calling for his leader. Moonstar launched out of her den, eyes wide with worry. The clan gathered around to see what was the matter.
“Stormsky! What has happened?”
“Hurry! Doomclan is on their way to attack!! You must come!” He yowled, tail lashing back and forth. “You are the only one who can convince them to stop!”
True or not, Flamestripe’s nerves peaked. He must accompany his leader to help! He dove after them as Moonstar bounded in Stormsky’s wake. He led them to the very river where they had found Flamestripe as a kit. It happened to be the border they shared with Doomclan. But... it was empty.
Moonstar has fallen behind and was still catching up when suddenly Flamestripe felt sharp claws slice across his flank, pushing him too far forward to where he toppled into the river. The pain from the wound was depleted by his shock and he managed to stay afloat.
“Stormsky!” He snarled, knowing all to well who had dealt the blow.
“You’ll never stop me...” Stormsky growled as Flamestripe was pulled underwater.
Light. He opened his eyes. He was awake. But where? He sat up. He was inside the warriors den at camp. He padded out.
Horror filled him at the sight of so much blood. The camp was covered in it, along with claw gashes that had dug into the ground from a major battle. Tufts of fur were snagged everywhere. Flamestripe bowed his head. Moonstar’s body was lying right in front of the warriors den. He cleaned her wounds and sat beside her for most of the night. It was Stormsky... the coward! He had been working for Doomclan all along. The camp stank of the foul clan-they must have raided it after Stormsky lead Moonstar away. He must have ditched Flamestripe so he could get rid of Moonstar without any interferences. Then... he brought the body back here.
“How did I get here?” Flamestripe whispered, feeling lost. A shimmering light suddenly appeared ahead of him.
“I brought you here, young warrior. You needed to know.” He did not know this Starclan she-cat, but for some reason he knew her name. She must have told him... in his mind.
“I give you this purpose.” Brightleaf whispered. “You will find comfort in the Meadow until the wind blows South.”
She wavered for a moment, then vanished.
Flamestripe raised his eyes to Silverpelt. “I will find the Meadow.”
And so he did. Flamestripe found a new home in Meadowclan, which was lead by Thawstar. He lived there for quite some time, the clan as the family he never had. But as all good things do, it came to an end. Moving on was hard, but Flamestripe was determined. He built his own clan from scratch, calling it Southclan after what Brightleaf had told him. He then claimed Greendale forest as territory. The clan grew slowly at first, but after trading territory with Gladeclan, new cats started stepping up to join.
Flamestripe, now Flamestar, wishes the best for his clan and the surrounding clans. He has a new home with his new clan for his family.
Flamekit’s startling green eyes shot open. He was inside an old smelling den. Alone.
“Hello?” He mewed quietly, and his fear sent replaced the musty odor of the den. Despite being just a moon or two old, he was very big, about the size of a muscular apprentice. Though very, very clumsy. Flamekit stumbles out of the den, and the cool night air seeped around and into his sleek coat.
“Mother?” The thought was natural. He should have a mother. Just like everyone else. But where was she? Did she leave? Did she not want him? Suddenly, a pitch black figure approached him from the darkness. He whimpered in fear, and the feline stepped into the moonlight. Its eyes were a light red, and it had flecks of silver here and there along its thick black pelt.
“They will never accept him.” She whispered, eyes dull. Flamekit tilted his head. All of a sudden another, a much bigger cat appeared beside the other. His pelt was just like Flamekit’s. A splash of fire red mixed in with a flawless white. His yellow eyes met Flamekit’s green.
“Your clan has no need for a new kit anyways. He can remain here in the forest with me. You know I will take care of him, Blackrose.”
The she-cat dipped her head and pressed her muzzle into the tomcat’s fur. “Thanks Quill... I’d... I’d better go...” The she-cat turned and bounded away.
“WAIT!” Flamekit leapt after her, tumbling down an unseen hill and skidding on his haunches. The huge tomcat loomed over him.
“Don’t follow her.” He growled.
“But...”
“Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.” Quill smirked. “I’m your father, after all.”
Flamekit thought he could trust him, and so he did, for many moons. At six moons old, Flamekit was almost as big as his father. Though even more clumsy than before. His paws were almost too big for his body, and he could hardly climb a tree to save his life. At this, Quill was disgusted. He was born perfect, at least that is what he said. His muscles were in perfect shape, and he could climb better than any cat he had encountered. He was very big, but somehow he was so athletic and sleek he could fit almost anywhere if he tried. Flamekit envied him... and always wished that Quill would love him, but every time he tried to impress his father, Quill would give him a hard lecture and even sometimes a punishment.
One night, Quill had finally had enough. He never thought it would be that hard to raise a kit. He lead Flamekit away from the woods they had called home, and to the river.
“Stay here.” He grunted, then turned around and left. Flamekit sat obediently by the water.
A day passes, without a trace of Quill.
“I can’t stay here forever...” He shook himself and padded away to hunt. The next day, he returned with a rabbit and two squirrels, the best he could do without any proper training. He stayed by the river for three more days before his food supply ran out. He half starved himself to remain there, only eating three pieces of prey in three days.
Finally, he came to the conclusion that he had been deserted. It was a low blow, yet it hurt him more than he could have imagined. Nobody wanted him. Flamekit turned away and padded along the water. He traveled that way for quite some time, before he passed out from exhaustion.
Cats’ heads poked up from behind rocks, from up high in trees and down in rabbits’ burrows. They watched the kit. A white and grey tabby tomcat padded out.
“Moonstar, we can’t leave a kit alone like this. It is obviously in a bad state and there is no other cat scent around.”
A she-cat padded out as well. A dark brown shecat with black jagged stripes and stunning blue eyes. “I know, Fogscar. Let’s bring him to the clan. More warriors will be good for us... and a bit of training might do this soul some good.”
Fogscar, her deputy, dipped his head and padded to the kit. He stooped down and licked his ears.
Flamekit shot awake. “Who are you?” He backed up, scared.
Fogscar chuckled. “I’m Fogscar, kit. We’re here to help...”
So Flamekit joined the clan, Brightclan, and became an apprentice. His mentor was Fogscar, a humble and honest deputy who proved to be a good father figure for young Flamepaw.
Moons passed, in which Flamepaw grew to be a brave and no-longer-clumsy warrior: Flamestripe. He could climb just as well as his father, and was quick at learning the fighting styles of the clan.
Unfortunately, Fogscar’s health was failing. He was almost as old as some of the elders in the clan, but had kept pushing himself to be the deputy the clan needed. And he was, until, one sunny warm day, he took his last breathes, and spoke his final words.
“Be the warrior the clan needs, Flamestripe. I know I can count on you.”
After that, Flamestripe did everything he could to save the clan from any dangers. The clan went through horrible sicknesses, battles, badger and fox attacks.... yet Brightclan stayed on top of it all, with Flamestripe-their best warrior. The warrior who had replaced Fogscar as deputy was Stormsky, a sly tomcat with patchy blue/grey fur. He beat Flamestripe in a fight to be deputy, but only because he cheated by setting up strange traps beforehand to confuse Flamestripe. He proved to be a lazy and dishonest deputy, but Moonstar was growing desperate. She had only one life left, and this intrigued Stormsky...
One mucky day with heavy humidity, Stormsky dashed into camp, calling for his leader. Moonstar launched out of her den, eyes wide with worry. The clan gathered around to see what was the matter.
“Stormsky! What has happened?”
“Hurry! Doomclan is on their way to attack!! You must come!” He yowled, tail lashing back and forth. “You are the only one who can convince them to stop!”
True or not, Flamestripe’s nerves peaked. He must accompany his leader to help! He dove after them as Moonstar bounded in Stormsky’s wake. He led them to the very river where they had found Flamestripe as a kit. It happened to be the border they shared with Doomclan. But... it was empty.
Moonstar has fallen behind and was still catching up when suddenly Flamestripe felt sharp claws slice across his flank, pushing him too far forward to where he toppled into the river. The pain from the wound was depleted by his shock and he managed to stay afloat.
“Stormsky!” He snarled, knowing all to well who had dealt the blow.
“You’ll never stop me...” Stormsky growled as Flamestripe was pulled underwater.
Light. He opened his eyes. He was awake. But where? He sat up. He was inside the warriors den at camp. He padded out.
Horror filled him at the sight of so much blood. The camp was covered in it, along with claw gashes that had dug into the ground from a major battle. Tufts of fur were snagged everywhere. Flamestripe bowed his head. Moonstar’s body was lying right in front of the warriors den. He cleaned her wounds and sat beside her for most of the night. It was Stormsky... the coward! He had been working for Doomclan all along. The camp stank of the foul clan-they must have raided it after Stormsky lead Moonstar away. He must have ditched Flamestripe so he could get rid of Moonstar without any interferences. Then... he brought the body back here.
“How did I get here?” Flamestripe whispered, feeling lost. A shimmering light suddenly appeared ahead of him.
“I brought you here, young warrior. You needed to know.” He did not know this Starclan she-cat, but for some reason he knew her name. She must have told him... in his mind.
“I give you this purpose.” Brightleaf whispered. “You will find comfort in the Meadow until the wind blows South.”
She wavered for a moment, then vanished.
Flamestripe raised his eyes to Silverpelt. “I will find the Meadow.”
And so he did. Flamestripe found a new home in Meadowclan, which was lead by Thawstar. He lived there for quite some time, the clan as the family he never had. But as all good things do, it came to an end. Moving on was hard, but Flamestripe was determined. He built his own clan from scratch, calling it Southclan after what Brightleaf had told him. He then claimed Greendale forest as territory. The clan grew slowly at first, but after trading territory with Gladeclan, new cats started stepping up to join.
Flamestripe, now Flamestar, wishes the best for his clan and the surrounding clans. He has a new home with his new clan for his family.
>>>RELATIONSHIPS<<<
Parents-dislikes
“You left me to die...”
Ivypaw-loves, trusts
“You were there for me and I’m here for you.”
Fogscar-father figure-loves
“You never gave up on me, even when everyone else did.”
For Flamestar (Sally Silverwood) by Nighty & Fishy & Frost
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