Post by stags on Oct 9, 2019 14:41:13 GMT -6
Ghostfire
RedwoodClan
massive red and silver tom with yellow-green eyes
warrior
male
fifteen moons
Appearance
Ghostfire is an incredibly handsome tom. Truly, one may even say his appearance is startling to say the least- almost as if you’ve seen… a ghost.
The tom is easily one of the bigger cats in the clan. Perhaps not the biggest, though his long fur may make it seem that way. His stocky build creates an air of power and strength that may intimidate those of another clan. Not that he minds of course. Underneath the long fur is a firm body of pure muscle- carefully and dedicatedly trained into him. His claws are sharp, also meticulously cared for, accompany large beefy paws (though helpful, also does not lend itself to speed). All in all, if you think of a tank, Ghostfire is an easy claim to the title.
The young tom doesn’t pay much attention to his overall appearance, aside from wearing his scars with pride. Of which, he has many. Though his thick pelt often shields him from deeper cuts, and hides many that do leave a scar, a few are noticeable. Particularly on his face. A large scar runs jaggedly from above the left eye, close to his ear, down his face, and under his jaw. (The scar he obtained from fighting his siblings’ murderer, and one he wears with pride.) A scar going along his flank vertically can be seen when his fur lays just right, raised above the skin. One can find this on his left flank.
As for his actual coloration, Ghostfire is a red silver cat with flame-like red on his legs up his shoulders. Most of his back is this pale red color, getting more red around his neck and behind his shoulders. The pale red extends up his head, through and on his ears, down to his muzzle where the white from his chest and stomach takes over. His ears are a sharp triangle shape, sprouting white fur like a long paintbrush. The color of his eyes are debatable- some say a pale green, others say an ugly yellow. Personally, Ghostfire regards his eyes as a mix of both.
The tom is easily one of the bigger cats in the clan. Perhaps not the biggest, though his long fur may make it seem that way. His stocky build creates an air of power and strength that may intimidate those of another clan. Not that he minds of course. Underneath the long fur is a firm body of pure muscle- carefully and dedicatedly trained into him. His claws are sharp, also meticulously cared for, accompany large beefy paws (though helpful, also does not lend itself to speed). All in all, if you think of a tank, Ghostfire is an easy claim to the title.
The young tom doesn’t pay much attention to his overall appearance, aside from wearing his scars with pride. Of which, he has many. Though his thick pelt often shields him from deeper cuts, and hides many that do leave a scar, a few are noticeable. Particularly on his face. A large scar runs jaggedly from above the left eye, close to his ear, down his face, and under his jaw. (The scar he obtained from fighting his siblings’ murderer, and one he wears with pride.) A scar going along his flank vertically can be seen when his fur lays just right, raised above the skin. One can find this on his left flank.
As for his actual coloration, Ghostfire is a red silver cat with flame-like red on his legs up his shoulders. Most of his back is this pale red color, getting more red around his neck and behind his shoulders. The pale red extends up his head, through and on his ears, down to his muzzle where the white from his chest and stomach takes over. His ears are a sharp triangle shape, sprouting white fur like a long paintbrush. The color of his eyes are debatable- some say a pale green, others say an ugly yellow. Personally, Ghostfire regards his eyes as a mix of both.
Personality
[+] A Fighter/Dedicated: Ghostfire is a warrior through and through. He spends any free time training to be the best around, running drills over and over again. His biggest hurdle is his paws- they are large and clumsy and don’t lend to speed. The tom has worked to find a good balance between being a lumbering rock and a strike-first type of cat. If there are any skills that he would be noted for, it would be his fighting. Even he regards it as his one and only skill, brought on by watching his sibling’s death in a border fight and unable to help him.
[-] Fiery: There are two sides to Ghostfire’s personality. One second he can be flirty, sweet, and romantic and the next political, hot headed, and sarcastic. When it comes to his mother, his tongue is always sharp and ready to lash out. Though typically, his fiery side comes out with political matters and clan matters. He will respect the law of the leader of course, but he won’t hesitate to throw his opinion out there- loudly – in the meantime. StarClan forbid if you insult him.
[+] Flirty: The other side of the coin is Ghostfire’s flirtatiousness. Almost no she-cat is safe from the tom’s attention as flirting is his second favorite pastime. He loves the give and chase of flirting like one has while hunting. Unknown to him, he does this to hide the pain he feels and it is almost like an addictive drug to him.
[-] Bottled Emotions: After facing what he has in his past, Ghostfire is hesitant to let others in. He refuses to talk about his siblings’ and father’s death and to most, probably seems callused and uncaring about the whole affair. However, that is farther than the truth. Inwardly, Ghostfire’s emotional weight is building pressure inside him, waiting to be unleashed at one rather unfortunate time.
[+] Protective: The only two emotions he lets slip is his distrust and hatred for his mother as well as his fierce protective nature. There are very few in the world he feels actually close to, if there is even more than one. If one finds themselves in that select crowd, they will have a fierce protector always watching over them for harm and willing to fight to kill anyone who tries to hurt them. To only a slightly lesser extent, this applies to his clan as well.
[-] Brutal: If everything about Ghostfire hasn’t led you to believe that he would be one of the most brutal fighters out there, he would find that as a surprise. When it comes to fighting, Ghostfire has very little limits he is not willing to go in battle. Death of another does not faze him and is in fact, the goal. It’s easy to go overboard when you have so many emotions bottled up in you…
Other Notes:
[*] PTSD: Ghostfire has PTSD, manifesting itself in nightmares, flashbacks, and sometimes paranoia.
[-] Fiery: There are two sides to Ghostfire’s personality. One second he can be flirty, sweet, and romantic and the next political, hot headed, and sarcastic. When it comes to his mother, his tongue is always sharp and ready to lash out. Though typically, his fiery side comes out with political matters and clan matters. He will respect the law of the leader of course, but he won’t hesitate to throw his opinion out there- loudly – in the meantime. StarClan forbid if you insult him.
[+] Flirty: The other side of the coin is Ghostfire’s flirtatiousness. Almost no she-cat is safe from the tom’s attention as flirting is his second favorite pastime. He loves the give and chase of flirting like one has while hunting. Unknown to him, he does this to hide the pain he feels and it is almost like an addictive drug to him.
[-] Bottled Emotions: After facing what he has in his past, Ghostfire is hesitant to let others in. He refuses to talk about his siblings’ and father’s death and to most, probably seems callused and uncaring about the whole affair. However, that is farther than the truth. Inwardly, Ghostfire’s emotional weight is building pressure inside him, waiting to be unleashed at one rather unfortunate time.
[+] Protective: The only two emotions he lets slip is his distrust and hatred for his mother as well as his fierce protective nature. There are very few in the world he feels actually close to, if there is even more than one. If one finds themselves in that select crowd, they will have a fierce protector always watching over them for harm and willing to fight to kill anyone who tries to hurt them. To only a slightly lesser extent, this applies to his clan as well.
[-] Brutal: If everything about Ghostfire hasn’t led you to believe that he would be one of the most brutal fighters out there, he would find that as a surprise. When it comes to fighting, Ghostfire has very little limits he is not willing to go in battle. Death of another does not faze him and is in fact, the goal. It’s easy to go overboard when you have so many emotions bottled up in you…
Other Notes:
[*] PTSD: Ghostfire has PTSD, manifesting itself in nightmares, flashbacks, and sometimes paranoia.
History
Ghostkit was born to two loving parents, Brightflower and Stormstrike. His kithood was much like others- uneventful. Nice. He enjoyed it as much as one could as a hardly functioning cat.
When Ghostkit turned six moons, he was made Ghostpaw as an apprentice to Minkfur. Apprenticehood was much more rough for the tom, and it started shortly after turning six moons. His brother Shadowpaw, mysteriously fell ill shortly after his first journey out of camp. The black cat quickly withered away after a violent sickness.
A few moons later, his sister Cloudpaw, his mother Brightflower, and he joined a patrol among the ThistleClan border. On this patrol, ThistleClan attacked. Blood, sprayed everywhere and Ghostpaw fought through the fray of fighting to see his sister, Cloudpaw, dangling from the jaws of a large ThistleClan warrior. Lifeless.
But through it all, Ghostpaw was closest to his sister of Spiritpaw. The two were generally together. They planned their life as warriors together, trained together. At together. Everything. The day that the two were torn apart haunts Ghostfire now to the core. The pair were waiting for their mother to join them for a late afternoon hunt. Spiritpaw, bubbly as ever, danced along the edge of the waterfall, showing off her agility that her brother most lacked. Ghostpaw turned away, hearing a bird. It happened in a second. A yowl pierced the air, scaring away the prey. With a hiss, he spun around to find his sister gone. Calling her name, the red silver apprentice surged forward to where she had stood only moments before. It was silent, only the roaring of the water. But then he saw her. She was below the rushing water, struggling. With a yelp, the tom scrambled down the rocks to try and help. Spiritpaw’s front paw was trapped in a half rotten log and thrashed about, trying to escape. Brightflower, where was Brightflower? Frantically, he tried to get his sister but the spray of the waterfall was painful. It hurt. He yowled and yowled, trying to dislodge the log. Grab her. Anything. But as the minutes ticked by, so did Spiritpaw’s life. As his mother arrived, Spiritpaw gave one last thrash. Dead. She was dead.
It took multiple warriors to dislodge the log and retrieve Spiritpaw’s body.
The apprentice hardly wanted to finish his apprenticeship. Feeling useless, his father attempted to take him on a walk. That too, would end horribly. Stormstrike ended up at the bottom of the cliff, too far down to be retrieved.
Ghostfire was eventually made a warrior at twelve moons. Shortly after, the tom that killed Cloudpaw was spotted again. Fury erupted over Ghostfire, and a fight took place, much like the one many moons ago. This time, it was the ThistleClan tom laying limp as Ghostfire sported a new face scar to display with pride.
When Ghostkit turned six moons, he was made Ghostpaw as an apprentice to Minkfur. Apprenticehood was much more rough for the tom, and it started shortly after turning six moons. His brother Shadowpaw, mysteriously fell ill shortly after his first journey out of camp. The black cat quickly withered away after a violent sickness.
A few moons later, his sister Cloudpaw, his mother Brightflower, and he joined a patrol among the ThistleClan border. On this patrol, ThistleClan attacked. Blood, sprayed everywhere and Ghostpaw fought through the fray of fighting to see his sister, Cloudpaw, dangling from the jaws of a large ThistleClan warrior. Lifeless.
But through it all, Ghostpaw was closest to his sister of Spiritpaw. The two were generally together. They planned their life as warriors together, trained together. At together. Everything. The day that the two were torn apart haunts Ghostfire now to the core. The pair were waiting for their mother to join them for a late afternoon hunt. Spiritpaw, bubbly as ever, danced along the edge of the waterfall, showing off her agility that her brother most lacked. Ghostpaw turned away, hearing a bird. It happened in a second. A yowl pierced the air, scaring away the prey. With a hiss, he spun around to find his sister gone. Calling her name, the red silver apprentice surged forward to where she had stood only moments before. It was silent, only the roaring of the water. But then he saw her. She was below the rushing water, struggling. With a yelp, the tom scrambled down the rocks to try and help. Spiritpaw’s front paw was trapped in a half rotten log and thrashed about, trying to escape. Brightflower, where was Brightflower? Frantically, he tried to get his sister but the spray of the waterfall was painful. It hurt. He yowled and yowled, trying to dislodge the log. Grab her. Anything. But as the minutes ticked by, so did Spiritpaw’s life. As his mother arrived, Spiritpaw gave one last thrash. Dead. She was dead.
It took multiple warriors to dislodge the log and retrieve Spiritpaw’s body.
The apprentice hardly wanted to finish his apprenticeship. Feeling useless, his father attempted to take him on a walk. That too, would end horribly. Stormstrike ended up at the bottom of the cliff, too far down to be retrieved.
Ghostfire was eventually made a warrior at twelve moons. Shortly after, the tom that killed Cloudpaw was spotted again. Fury erupted over Ghostfire, and a fight took place, much like the one many moons ago. This time, it was the ThistleClan tom laying limp as Ghostfire sported a new face scar to display with pride.
