Post by Silverfire on Jan 14, 2022 16:48:16 GMT -6
Flarepaw
ThistleClan
Tiny, skinny, spotted torbie and white she-cat with dark yellow-green eyes
Apprentice
Female
6 moons
Appearance
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Small. Skinny. Sickly. There are many terms that can be used to describe the diminutive figure that is Flarepaw. Born runty, the she-cat never grew to be as tall as her parents, instead stopping at a measly 6.5”. Though she has always thought her small size made her cuter.
Her front legs are mostly white, with a singular patch on the front, the left patch higher than the right paws. Her back legs are covered in white stockings. Her paws are small and dainty which makes it much easier for her to sink into things.
Her face is round and cute with a dark pink nose. Her ears are small and triangular, with the tiniest of tufts decorating them- one brown and one ginger. Her face is mostly brown, with a ginger patch on her right eye that shows off her yellow-green eyes.
Her coat is a mix of browns and gingers, it is truly gorgeous. A white throat, chest, and belly decorate her pelt, wrapping around her like snow blanketing the pines. It is also soft and fluffy.
Small. Skinny. Sickly. There are many terms that can be used to describe the diminutive figure that is Flarepaw. Born runty, the she-cat never grew to be as tall as her parents, instead stopping at a measly 6.5”. Though she has always thought her small size made her cuter.
Her front legs are mostly white, with a singular patch on the front, the left patch higher than the right paws. Her back legs are covered in white stockings. Her paws are small and dainty which makes it much easier for her to sink into things.
Her face is round and cute with a dark pink nose. Her ears are small and triangular, with the tiniest of tufts decorating them- one brown and one ginger. Her face is mostly brown, with a ginger patch on her right eye that shows off her yellow-green eyes.
Her coat is a mix of browns and gingers, it is truly gorgeous. A white throat, chest, and belly decorate her pelt, wrapping around her like snow blanketing the pines. It is also soft and fluffy.
Personality
+ Ambitious- Flarepaw is incredibly ambitious, always wanting to do something more. When she was a kit, she dreamed of becoming leader one day, and while she’s older and no longer dreams of that as much, she still hopes that one day she can rise to the rank of deputy or leader.
+ Devoted- Despite her seemingly flippant attitude, Flarepaw is truly devoted to learning and to the few friends she may manage to make. Despite how terrible she is treated by her parents, she’s devoted to them as well.
+ Persistent- Never one to back down from a challenge or a fight, Flarepaw is a cat who will hang around and badger you until she gets what she wants. Sometimes this means staying up all night until she perfects her memorization of moves. Sometimes it is neglecting to eat so she can perfect a crouch. Sometimes it is even neglecting her own health for the betterment of training. No matter how it manifests however, the fact remains that there is little she wouldn’t do to achieve her goal.
+ Attentive- As much as she tries to hide it, she truly does listen to others. Of course, often times she acts like she knows everything already and acts on her on her own thoughts, however beneath that is a cat who truly listens.
+ Perfectionist- Unable to leave things disorganized, Flarepaw is a perfectionist. Born out of a desire to make her mother proud of her, she would spend ages upon ages just practicing her crouches if she could.
- Arrogant- Acting like she is perfect in every way, she walks around camp with her head and tail held high. Her arrogance causes her to always act like she is in the right, to the point where she believes it herself.
- Rude- Harsh, snarky remarks about ones looks, actions, and personality are commonplace for her. However, she is particularly rude to her mentor, acting as if she thinks they are the worst cat to have ever lived.
- Impulsive- Flarepaw rushes into things head on, all with the internal desire to impress her mother. She’d accidentally burn the forest down if given a match.
- Bossy- Flarepaw likes to order cats around. It gives her a sense of power and worth- one she was never given as a kit. So she will order cats to do things for her. It’s why some cats call her a bully, because the moment she realizes she can’t get you to do something for her, she becomes rude and insulting.
- Attention starved- Flarepaw is truly attention starved. She craves compliments. She craves being looked at. Even negative attention is attention she never got from her parents. She just wants to be paid attention to, and that shows in her arrogance and rudeness.
- Insecure- Flarepaw is deeply insecure. Her insecurities run so deep that it is almost intertwined with her very being. Jealousy towards others is common, with her true issue with her mentor being that she is jealous of them.
+ Devoted- Despite her seemingly flippant attitude, Flarepaw is truly devoted to learning and to the few friends she may manage to make. Despite how terrible she is treated by her parents, she’s devoted to them as well.
+ Persistent- Never one to back down from a challenge or a fight, Flarepaw is a cat who will hang around and badger you until she gets what she wants. Sometimes this means staying up all night until she perfects her memorization of moves. Sometimes it is neglecting to eat so she can perfect a crouch. Sometimes it is even neglecting her own health for the betterment of training. No matter how it manifests however, the fact remains that there is little she wouldn’t do to achieve her goal.
+ Attentive- As much as she tries to hide it, she truly does listen to others. Of course, often times she acts like she knows everything already and acts on her on her own thoughts, however beneath that is a cat who truly listens.
+ Perfectionist- Unable to leave things disorganized, Flarepaw is a perfectionist. Born out of a desire to make her mother proud of her, she would spend ages upon ages just practicing her crouches if she could.
- Arrogant- Acting like she is perfect in every way, she walks around camp with her head and tail held high. Her arrogance causes her to always act like she is in the right, to the point where she believes it herself.
- Rude- Harsh, snarky remarks about ones looks, actions, and personality are commonplace for her. However, she is particularly rude to her mentor, acting as if she thinks they are the worst cat to have ever lived.
- Impulsive- Flarepaw rushes into things head on, all with the internal desire to impress her mother. She’d accidentally burn the forest down if given a match.
- Bossy- Flarepaw likes to order cats around. It gives her a sense of power and worth- one she was never given as a kit. So she will order cats to do things for her. It’s why some cats call her a bully, because the moment she realizes she can’t get you to do something for her, she becomes rude and insulting.
- Attention starved- Flarepaw is truly attention starved. She craves compliments. She craves being looked at. Even negative attention is attention she never got from her parents. She just wants to be paid attention to, and that shows in her arrogance and rudeness.
- Insecure- Flarepaw is deeply insecure. Her insecurities run so deep that it is almost intertwined with her very being. Jealousy towards others is common, with her true issue with her mentor being that she is jealous of them.
History
Flarepaw was born a single kit to two great warriors during the stay at the Abandoned Campground. Her mother, Redfang, was renowned for her strength and dedication to the clan, constantly bragging about how she once took down five rogues at once, and how she could beat Theivingstar in a fight with ease, claiming that her speed and sharp claws could tear the leader to shreds if she truly wanted tom her to . Her father, Whitestrike, was even stronger, a giant beast of a tom who spoke very little, allowing his actions and fighting prowess to speak for themselves. Both cats were powerful, and both expected to pass their strength onto their child.
This changed when Flarekit was born, revealing a small, weakly she-cat who was given maybe a few days to live. The blame game started immediately after this, with Redfang falsely claiming that Whitestrike was truly of rogue blood, as any true ThistleClanner wouldn’t have such a weak spawn, and with Whitestrike falsely claiming that Redfang must have cheated- after all, no child of the massive, monster of a tom would be small and weak. Within an hour of her birth, her parents had already forgotten about the life they had created, opting instead to fight about blood and lineage. They didn’t care about Flarekit. In fact, they didn’t even name her at fist.
After the hours of arguments were finished and Whitestrike stormed out of the makeshift nursery. Redfang had been left alone with Flarekit. And the moment she felt Flarekit try to suckle, she looked at her daughter in disgust, almost as if she just remembered she had left crowfood in the nursery. If she wasn’t being glared at by another queen, she would’ve pushed Flarekit away.
No one expecting Flarekit to survive long. She was a runt. Barely big enough to latch onto Redfang’s teats to suckle. But against the odds, she survived the night. Then, she survived the next night. And the next. Her eyes and ears opened. She took wobbly steps. She survived.
Redfang, while an absolutely awful, slowly began to start accepting that Flarekit was there to stay. Up until she was a moon old, Flarekit had just been called “Kit”, as neither Redfang nor Whitestrike (who never showed his face in the nursery) wanted to make something that was inevitably going to die. After she turned a moon old however, Redfang named her Flarekit, explaining how she continued to grow like a flare of fire. Despite this, disgust still clouded her vision occasionally when she took the rare look at Flarekit.
Soon after this, the clan moved back into their camp.
By the time she was two moons old and Redfang looked at her with a little less disgust, the stories started. Stories about Redfang’s triumphs in battle. Stories about how she learned to be strong by training with claws and teeth at a young age. Occasionally, a compliment would be thrown Flarekit’s way, but it was always followed up by something to put her down. Be it by comments or actions. Redfang made it clear that she still didn’t like Flarekit and found her to be a burden. It’s why she barely paid attention to her.
When she was little older than a three moons, Whitestrike came by the nursery, curious to see his daughter who had somehow survived. Young and clumsy, Flarekit’s first interaction with her father was with her running into his legs. She vividly remembers looking at the large tom, eyes wide with curiosity, only for him to give her a look of disgust and say “how in the Dark Forest did such a weak thing survive?” She remembers him roughly shoving her away and carrying on with his day.
That was the first time she realized that she was given attention, no matter how negative, for doing something “wrong”. After all, her father spoke to her! Sure his words were mean, but he paid attention to her!
So she started being rude. She’d purposefully bully other kits, relishing in the fact that she’d get scolded. At the same time, her arrogance began to appear. She’d try assert herself as top dog, and while it only succeeded in making others mad at her, it was attention.
By the time she was six moons, it was becoming clear that she would always be weak. She wasn’t strong enough to fight others off, and while she struck blow upon blow with words, a single paw swipe would send her to the ground. Redfang had all but abandoned her, leading to her arrogance and rudeness to continue to get worse and worse. All she wanted was to have someone pay attention to her.
This changed when Flarekit was born, revealing a small, weakly she-cat who was given maybe a few days to live. The blame game started immediately after this, with Redfang falsely claiming that Whitestrike was truly of rogue blood, as any true ThistleClanner wouldn’t have such a weak spawn, and with Whitestrike falsely claiming that Redfang must have cheated- after all, no child of the massive, monster of a tom would be small and weak. Within an hour of her birth, her parents had already forgotten about the life they had created, opting instead to fight about blood and lineage. They didn’t care about Flarekit. In fact, they didn’t even name her at fist.
After the hours of arguments were finished and Whitestrike stormed out of the makeshift nursery. Redfang had been left alone with Flarekit. And the moment she felt Flarekit try to suckle, she looked at her daughter in disgust, almost as if she just remembered she had left crowfood in the nursery. If she wasn’t being glared at by another queen, she would’ve pushed Flarekit away.
No one expecting Flarekit to survive long. She was a runt. Barely big enough to latch onto Redfang’s teats to suckle. But against the odds, she survived the night. Then, she survived the next night. And the next. Her eyes and ears opened. She took wobbly steps. She survived.
Redfang, while an absolutely awful, slowly began to start accepting that Flarekit was there to stay. Up until she was a moon old, Flarekit had just been called “Kit”, as neither Redfang nor Whitestrike (who never showed his face in the nursery) wanted to make something that was inevitably going to die. After she turned a moon old however, Redfang named her Flarekit, explaining how she continued to grow like a flare of fire. Despite this, disgust still clouded her vision occasionally when she took the rare look at Flarekit.
Soon after this, the clan moved back into their camp.
By the time she was two moons old and Redfang looked at her with a little less disgust, the stories started. Stories about Redfang’s triumphs in battle. Stories about how she learned to be strong by training with claws and teeth at a young age. Occasionally, a compliment would be thrown Flarekit’s way, but it was always followed up by something to put her down. Be it by comments or actions. Redfang made it clear that she still didn’t like Flarekit and found her to be a burden. It’s why she barely paid attention to her.
When she was little older than a three moons, Whitestrike came by the nursery, curious to see his daughter who had somehow survived. Young and clumsy, Flarekit’s first interaction with her father was with her running into his legs. She vividly remembers looking at the large tom, eyes wide with curiosity, only for him to give her a look of disgust and say “how in the Dark Forest did such a weak thing survive?” She remembers him roughly shoving her away and carrying on with his day.
That was the first time she realized that she was given attention, no matter how negative, for doing something “wrong”. After all, her father spoke to her! Sure his words were mean, but he paid attention to her!
So she started being rude. She’d purposefully bully other kits, relishing in the fact that she’d get scolded. At the same time, her arrogance began to appear. She’d try assert herself as top dog, and while it only succeeded in making others mad at her, it was attention.
By the time she was six moons, it was becoming clear that she would always be weak. She wasn’t strong enough to fight others off, and while she struck blow upon blow with words, a single paw swipe would send her to the ground. Redfang had all but abandoned her, leading to her arrogance and rudeness to continue to get worse and worse. All she wanted was to have someone pay attention to her.
