Post by Silverfire on Nov 25, 2020 19:06:50 GMT -6
Sparkspirit
ThistleClan
A bright red mackerel tabby tom with white markings and brown eyes
Warrior
Tom
18 moons
Appearance
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Sparkspirit is very small for his age. In fact, he’s not much bigger than six moon old cat, standing at exactly 6”. It’s not very rare for him to be mistaken for an apprentice, and he will probably fight you if you say that. Despite his small stature however, Sparkspirit is extremely fit. He is made up of lean muscle, and in a fight, he uses this to his advantage. After all, who’d expect an apprentice sized cat to have the strength to throw them backwards with a kick?
Despite his small size, he has rather long claws. While not longer than most cats, compared to his body, they are long. Similarly, his tail is a bit longer than you’d expect.
Sparkspirit is a bright red-orange mackerel tabby tom with white socks on his back paws, a white front right paw, and a odd, thick band of white that encircles his front left ankle. It appears sort of like a bracelet. He has a flash of white on his chest that, if you squint, kind of looks like a flame. His tail tip is white as well, appearing as if it had been dipped in snow.
Dotting his pelt are multiple burn scars, remnants of the fire that took most of his family. Usually, they are covered by fur, though it is fairly easy to tell where a few are due to the odd way his fur is groomed over them.
In particular, there is a somewhat large scar on his throat. It doesn’t cause him any breathing issues, being extremely superficial, but it is there. Another one of his more noticeable burn scars is on his shoulder blades. He also has some on his paws and hind legs.
Sparkspirit’s eyes are an incredibly dark amber, appearing almost brown. They seem a bit big for his face, giving him pretty good sight- especially at night when light is low. Aside from his large, round eyes, there really isn’t anything notable on his face. It’s rather unremarkable. The only thing that could be considered memorable, would be the two spots of fur on the top of his head, right between his ears that stick up like little horns. He’s never really been able to get them to stay down.
The one other thing that is slightly odd is the fact that he has a small, heart shaped, pink nose. Granted, it is incredibly easy to overlook, due to the fact that it is small and blends into his fur.
Sparkspirit is very small for his age. In fact, he’s not much bigger than six moon old cat, standing at exactly 6”. It’s not very rare for him to be mistaken for an apprentice, and he will probably fight you if you say that. Despite his small stature however, Sparkspirit is extremely fit. He is made up of lean muscle, and in a fight, he uses this to his advantage. After all, who’d expect an apprentice sized cat to have the strength to throw them backwards with a kick?
Despite his small size, he has rather long claws. While not longer than most cats, compared to his body, they are long. Similarly, his tail is a bit longer than you’d expect.
Sparkspirit is a bright red-orange mackerel tabby tom with white socks on his back paws, a white front right paw, and a odd, thick band of white that encircles his front left ankle. It appears sort of like a bracelet. He has a flash of white on his chest that, if you squint, kind of looks like a flame. His tail tip is white as well, appearing as if it had been dipped in snow.
Dotting his pelt are multiple burn scars, remnants of the fire that took most of his family. Usually, they are covered by fur, though it is fairly easy to tell where a few are due to the odd way his fur is groomed over them.
In particular, there is a somewhat large scar on his throat. It doesn’t cause him any breathing issues, being extremely superficial, but it is there. Another one of his more noticeable burn scars is on his shoulder blades. He also has some on his paws and hind legs.
Sparkspirit’s eyes are an incredibly dark amber, appearing almost brown. They seem a bit big for his face, giving him pretty good sight- especially at night when light is low. Aside from his large, round eyes, there really isn’t anything notable on his face. It’s rather unremarkable. The only thing that could be considered memorable, would be the two spots of fur on the top of his head, right between his ears that stick up like little horns. He’s never really been able to get them to stay down.
The one other thing that is slightly odd is the fact that he has a small, heart shaped, pink nose. Granted, it is incredibly easy to overlook, due to the fact that it is small and blends into his fur.
Personality
+ Determined- Part of the reason behind his name, Sparkspirit’s determination is one of his defining traits. He isn’t the kind of cat to back down from any challenge, which, in most situations is a benefit. If he’s in a battle, his determination to win is quite the advantage. He wants to overcome most challenges he’s faced with. While positive to everyone else, it isn’t all that great for him when in combination with one of his negative traits.
+ Intelligent- Sparkspirit is incredibly sharp. He’s a problem solver. He doesn’t believe things at face value. He is incredibly good at connecting dots. A lot of his intelligence tends to be focused on solving mysteries, or what he deems mysteries. He genuinely enjoys it.
+ Observant- Sparkspirit is so observant that I can be somewhat scary. He may not know everything, but he is incredibly good at reading body language. In fact, he’s so good at it that he has the ability to tell when certain cats are lying. It’s not perfect, as he can’t tell if someone is lying for sure and it hinges on how well he knows the cat, but if he is close to a cat, he can usually pick up on the small changes of body language that indicate nervousness. At the very least, he’s usually able to tell when there is something up with someone.
- Oblivious- Somewhat contradictory to how observant he is, Sparkspirit is... fairly oblivious when it comes to things like love. You could be dropping hints left and right, but he won’t pick up on them. Part of this stems from how anxious he is. He doesn’t really think anyone could love him. He can pick up on practically every other emotion, but if you’re trying to flirt with him, you may make more progress with a rock.
- Anxious- Sparkspirit, despite his determination and fairly short temper, is incredibly anxious. He always feels like things are going to go wrong. A part of this stems from his past, but most of it comes from his low self esteem. He feels like he’s going to mess things up, and if he can’t find someone and no one knows where they are, his first instinct is that they are dead. He is just a ball of anxiety.
- Hot headed- The other part of the reason behind his name. Sparkspirit is very hot headed. He doesn’t deal with insults well at all. This has gotten him into a few fights, both with other clans and within his clan. Though he’s gotten better in terms of biting his tongue when his clan mates say something bad about him. However, with other clans, all bets are off. This temper has translated into him being fairly sarcastic and sassy.
- Blunt- Sparkspirit values honesty above pretty much everything. This translates to him being extremely honest with everyone (unless they’re asking about how he’s doing). However, he never really learned when honesty isn’t the best policy. This has led to him being extremely blunt.
History
Sparkspirit, despite his name, was not born in ThistleClan. In fact, he isn’t clanborn at all.
Born to two loners, Sparkspirit, then just named Robin, was the eldest kit in a little of two. He can’t remember anyone’s name anymore, but he remembers their faces. He can remember his morther’s loving green eyes and her soft torbie pelt. He can remember how she used to sing him and his sister to sleep. He can remember his father’s warm, loving amber eyes and his warm ginger pelt that made him look like a ray of sunshine. He can remember the way his father would play with him, inventing games for them to play. He can remember his sister’s bright green eyes that were always full of warmth.
But sadly, he can’t remember anything else. His first real memory is the fire. He can’t remember how it started or even where it started, but he vividly remembers his father carrying him away from the fire as his mother carried his sister.
He vividly remembers the scream of his mother as a flaming branch crashed in front of him and his father, cutting them off from each other. That was the last time he ever saw his sister or his mother. He never got a chance to really absorb what happened, as his father waited a heartbeat before continuing his wrong. He can remember his father telling him to hold his breath the best he could, something that he later learned was part of the reason he didn’t end up dying of smoke inhalation.
Then, his father collapsed. To this day, he doesn’t really know what killed his father. The fire or the smoke. All he can remember is his father collapsing and whispering for him to run and that he’d be right behind him.
Robin followed his father’s order without question, pushing through the pain as embers were kicked up by his running and burned his legs. He didn’t even stop when he tripped over his own paws and fell onto a burning root and burned his neck and shoulder. He didn’t stop when he exited the forest.
He only stopped when he fell into a burrow.
In pain and scared, Robin did what any kit would do. Call for his father. He thought his father was right behind him. In reality, his father had died where he fell, the smoke proving too much for the tom.
Still, Robin kept crying out. Eventually, his calls were heard, but it wasn’t by his father. Instead, he was heard by a patrol of ThistleClan cats. Completely unaware as to who these cats were, he looked up at them and started asking them if they knew where his dad was.
He can’t remember what was said, but he remembered explaining that there was a fire and that he had been separated from his family but his father was supposed to be right behind him. Someone, a cat he later learned was named Ratwhisker (Egotistic), managed to convince everyone to bring Robin back to camp. After all, he was coughing and had some pretty nasty burns.
And so, with a promise that someone would go out and find his father later, Robin was taken to Thievingstar (Bandit).
To say that Thievingstar wasn’t pleased would be an understatement. After all, she didn’t want to have another mouth to feed. Still, she wasn’t cruel enough to throw a two moon old kit out by himself. However, she wasn’t willing to allow him to be treated before Ratwhisker stepped in. He managed to convince Thievingstar to allow Robin to be treated, at least until his father was found.
Once he was taken to the medicine cat den, Robin was given poppyseeds. The sleep inducing herb coupled with the sheer exhaustion Robin felt, was enough to knock the kit out cold.
The next morning, the fire had completely burned out. A patrol was sent out to try to find Robin’s family, and when they returned, they reported that they had found the body of a red tabby tom. Robin was now an orphan. An orphan with a crippling fear of fire.
While the clan was reluctant to accept him, no one was cruel enough to cast him out, and so, the newly traumatized and burned tom kit was accepted into the clan.
His name was changed from Robin to Sparkkit due to both the fire he escaped from and the color of his pelt, and the tom kit was officially a member of ThistleClan.
The next four moons of his life were... difficult to say the least. Between his burns being treated during his first moon in the clan, the grief he felt over losing his family, and the judgement he faced for being an outsider, he was pretty miserable. Or he would’ve been, had he not met -kit.
-kit was a black cat with white paws and a white flash on his chest. With white little speckles on his face that somewhat resembled freckles and curious green eyes, -kit was Sparkkit’s light in the dark. The other tom kit was the exact same age as him, and he bonded with Sparkkit almost immediately.
In fact, the two bonded so quickly that, by the time Sparkkit’s burns had completely healed, he and -kit were best friends. They spent every waking moment together, joking and laughing with each other.
Eventually, Sparkkit and -kit were named apprentices. Around this is when Sparkpaw started to grow tired of the way he was being treated.
While it wasn’t every cat in the clan, there were quite a few cats who disliked Sparkpaw just because of his heritage. Some would just ignore him, acting as if he didn’t even exist. Some would make fun of him, laughing at his every mistake and talking to him as if he was no more than a newborn kit. And some were outright cruel, shoving him, putting thorns in his nest. It was worse than it was as a kit, and it wasn’t long before Sparkpaw snapped.
The final straw came when another apprentice, a white she cat named Fallenpw (rain), shoved him into a puddle. Tired from always having to pick thorns out of his nest and having to watch his steps, getting a face full of muddy water was all that was needed to cause him to snap.
Standing up, Sparkpaw- who up until that point had been submissive and had always kept his head down- whirled around. Then, without any warning, he unsheathed his claws and leapt. While he didn’t have more training then Fallenpaw, the rage he was feeling allowed him to at least hold his ground until his mentor raced over and ripped him off of the she cat.
For once, Sparkpaw didn’t mind being punished.
Word of the fight spread quickly, and for once in his life, he there were no thorns in his bedding. It was as if some of his bullies had decided that he was no longer an easy enough target to bother going after. It didn’t stop though. With fifteen apprentices in the same den, there was bound to still be bullying. However, as Sparkpaw got into more fights, the bullying started to fade. By the time he was almost a warrior, he barely had to worry about the other apprentices.
Of course, there were some warriors that still caused him problems, but he wasn’t openly bullied as offer.
His apprenticeship also brought out a few more traits of his traits. In particular, his determination to succeed. At some point, he decided he was going to do every single thing he was tasked to do, no matter how insane the task. In fact, his determination to succeed is where he discovered just how observant he really was.
He really figured it out when he and -paw were chatting and -paw kept shifting on his paws. Sparkpaw, noticing that his friend was shifting slightly, immediately asked what was wrong, much to the surprise of -paw. He hadn’t been showing any real body language to show he was upset. But somehow, someway, Sparkpaw managed to figure it out.
From there, Sparkpaw got curious, and as the moons passed, he and -paw realized that Sparkpaw was unnaturally good at reading body language. It got to the point where he was able to guess somewhat accurately whether or not someone was lying. It became quite helpful when he was trying to figure out whether or not his fellow apprentices had hid something in his nest or not.
Eventually however, after being talked down to and pranked by multiple apprentices, he finished his training. In fact, he and -paw finished their training on the exact same day.
When that day came, Sparkpaw was given the name Sparkspirit. His suffix was given in honor for just how determined and sassy he was. He seemed to have an almost unbreakable spirit, hence the name. To his and -paw’s surprise, -paw was also given the suffix -spirit, though his was in honor of how he always seemed to be in high spirits.
Their vigil went extremely normally, with the pair being able to complete their dens without any real issue. The issue, if you could call it that, was who came up to congratulate Sparkspirit and -spirit.
It was one of the few apprentices who never treated Sparkspirit differently. He was always kind to him. However, Soarkspirit had always been too focused on proving himself to really pay attention to him. But now that he had managed to prove himself to enough cats that he was made a warrior? He finally had the chance to look at him. And wow.
WOW.
Had he always been that beautiful? Or was that new? And to that point, when on earth had toms become so attractive? When had anyone become so attractive?
Apparently, he ended up staring, as -spirit had to nudge him to bring him back to earth. Thus started Sparkspirit’s new dilemma. How was he supposed to act normally when what he saw as the physical embodiment of a star was walking around?
Somehow, he’s managed to hide it for six moons, for fear that he would be rejected. He is completely oblivious to the fact that his crush tends to stare at him when he isn’t looking.
He is completely unaware of the fact that his sister, who he believed he lost in the fire that took his father and separated him from his mother and sister, is alive and well. And is much closer than he thought.
Born to two loners, Sparkspirit, then just named Robin, was the eldest kit in a little of two. He can’t remember anyone’s name anymore, but he remembers their faces. He can remember his morther’s loving green eyes and her soft torbie pelt. He can remember how she used to sing him and his sister to sleep. He can remember his father’s warm, loving amber eyes and his warm ginger pelt that made him look like a ray of sunshine. He can remember the way his father would play with him, inventing games for them to play. He can remember his sister’s bright green eyes that were always full of warmth.
But sadly, he can’t remember anything else. His first real memory is the fire. He can’t remember how it started or even where it started, but he vividly remembers his father carrying him away from the fire as his mother carried his sister.
He vividly remembers the scream of his mother as a flaming branch crashed in front of him and his father, cutting them off from each other. That was the last time he ever saw his sister or his mother. He never got a chance to really absorb what happened, as his father waited a heartbeat before continuing his wrong. He can remember his father telling him to hold his breath the best he could, something that he later learned was part of the reason he didn’t end up dying of smoke inhalation.
Then, his father collapsed. To this day, he doesn’t really know what killed his father. The fire or the smoke. All he can remember is his father collapsing and whispering for him to run and that he’d be right behind him.
Robin followed his father’s order without question, pushing through the pain as embers were kicked up by his running and burned his legs. He didn’t even stop when he tripped over his own paws and fell onto a burning root and burned his neck and shoulder. He didn’t stop when he exited the forest.
He only stopped when he fell into a burrow.
In pain and scared, Robin did what any kit would do. Call for his father. He thought his father was right behind him. In reality, his father had died where he fell, the smoke proving too much for the tom.
Still, Robin kept crying out. Eventually, his calls were heard, but it wasn’t by his father. Instead, he was heard by a patrol of ThistleClan cats. Completely unaware as to who these cats were, he looked up at them and started asking them if they knew where his dad was.
He can’t remember what was said, but he remembered explaining that there was a fire and that he had been separated from his family but his father was supposed to be right behind him. Someone, a cat he later learned was named Ratwhisker (Egotistic), managed to convince everyone to bring Robin back to camp. After all, he was coughing and had some pretty nasty burns.
And so, with a promise that someone would go out and find his father later, Robin was taken to Thievingstar (Bandit).
To say that Thievingstar wasn’t pleased would be an understatement. After all, she didn’t want to have another mouth to feed. Still, she wasn’t cruel enough to throw a two moon old kit out by himself. However, she wasn’t willing to allow him to be treated before Ratwhisker stepped in. He managed to convince Thievingstar to allow Robin to be treated, at least until his father was found.
Once he was taken to the medicine cat den, Robin was given poppyseeds. The sleep inducing herb coupled with the sheer exhaustion Robin felt, was enough to knock the kit out cold.
The next morning, the fire had completely burned out. A patrol was sent out to try to find Robin’s family, and when they returned, they reported that they had found the body of a red tabby tom. Robin was now an orphan. An orphan with a crippling fear of fire.
While the clan was reluctant to accept him, no one was cruel enough to cast him out, and so, the newly traumatized and burned tom kit was accepted into the clan.
His name was changed from Robin to Sparkkit due to both the fire he escaped from and the color of his pelt, and the tom kit was officially a member of ThistleClan.
The next four moons of his life were... difficult to say the least. Between his burns being treated during his first moon in the clan, the grief he felt over losing his family, and the judgement he faced for being an outsider, he was pretty miserable. Or he would’ve been, had he not met -kit.
-kit was a black cat with white paws and a white flash on his chest. With white little speckles on his face that somewhat resembled freckles and curious green eyes, -kit was Sparkkit’s light in the dark. The other tom kit was the exact same age as him, and he bonded with Sparkkit almost immediately.
In fact, the two bonded so quickly that, by the time Sparkkit’s burns had completely healed, he and -kit were best friends. They spent every waking moment together, joking and laughing with each other.
Eventually, Sparkkit and -kit were named apprentices. Around this is when Sparkpaw started to grow tired of the way he was being treated.
While it wasn’t every cat in the clan, there were quite a few cats who disliked Sparkpaw just because of his heritage. Some would just ignore him, acting as if he didn’t even exist. Some would make fun of him, laughing at his every mistake and talking to him as if he was no more than a newborn kit. And some were outright cruel, shoving him, putting thorns in his nest. It was worse than it was as a kit, and it wasn’t long before Sparkpaw snapped.
The final straw came when another apprentice, a white she cat named Fallenpw (rain), shoved him into a puddle. Tired from always having to pick thorns out of his nest and having to watch his steps, getting a face full of muddy water was all that was needed to cause him to snap.
Standing up, Sparkpaw- who up until that point had been submissive and had always kept his head down- whirled around. Then, without any warning, he unsheathed his claws and leapt. While he didn’t have more training then Fallenpaw, the rage he was feeling allowed him to at least hold his ground until his mentor raced over and ripped him off of the she cat.
For once, Sparkpaw didn’t mind being punished.
Word of the fight spread quickly, and for once in his life, he there were no thorns in his bedding. It was as if some of his bullies had decided that he was no longer an easy enough target to bother going after. It didn’t stop though. With fifteen apprentices in the same den, there was bound to still be bullying. However, as Sparkpaw got into more fights, the bullying started to fade. By the time he was almost a warrior, he barely had to worry about the other apprentices.
Of course, there were some warriors that still caused him problems, but he wasn’t openly bullied as offer.
His apprenticeship also brought out a few more traits of his traits. In particular, his determination to succeed. At some point, he decided he was going to do every single thing he was tasked to do, no matter how insane the task. In fact, his determination to succeed is where he discovered just how observant he really was.
He really figured it out when he and -paw were chatting and -paw kept shifting on his paws. Sparkpaw, noticing that his friend was shifting slightly, immediately asked what was wrong, much to the surprise of -paw. He hadn’t been showing any real body language to show he was upset. But somehow, someway, Sparkpaw managed to figure it out.
From there, Sparkpaw got curious, and as the moons passed, he and -paw realized that Sparkpaw was unnaturally good at reading body language. It got to the point where he was able to guess somewhat accurately whether or not someone was lying. It became quite helpful when he was trying to figure out whether or not his fellow apprentices had hid something in his nest or not.
Eventually however, after being talked down to and pranked by multiple apprentices, he finished his training. In fact, he and -paw finished their training on the exact same day.
When that day came, Sparkpaw was given the name Sparkspirit. His suffix was given in honor for just how determined and sassy he was. He seemed to have an almost unbreakable spirit, hence the name. To his and -paw’s surprise, -paw was also given the suffix -spirit, though his was in honor of how he always seemed to be in high spirits.
Their vigil went extremely normally, with the pair being able to complete their dens without any real issue. The issue, if you could call it that, was who came up to congratulate Sparkspirit and -spirit.
It was one of the few apprentices who never treated Sparkspirit differently. He was always kind to him. However, Soarkspirit had always been too focused on proving himself to really pay attention to him. But now that he had managed to prove himself to enough cats that he was made a warrior? He finally had the chance to look at him. And wow.
WOW.
Had he always been that beautiful? Or was that new? And to that point, when on earth had toms become so attractive? When had anyone become so attractive?
Apparently, he ended up staring, as -spirit had to nudge him to bring him back to earth. Thus started Sparkspirit’s new dilemma. How was he supposed to act normally when what he saw as the physical embodiment of a star was walking around?
Somehow, he’s managed to hide it for six moons, for fear that he would be rejected. He is completely oblivious to the fact that his crush tends to stare at him when he isn’t looking.
He is completely unaware of the fact that his sister, who he believed he lost in the fire that took his father and separated him from his mother and sister, is alive and well. And is much closer than he thought.