Post by pappy on Nov 30, 2022 16:31:29 GMT -6
Crimsonfang
ThistleClan
red and white spotted mackerel tabby molly
warrior
molly
35
Appearance
Powerful, domineering and sturdy. Crimsonfang believes she is the image of the perfect warrior. With her strong paws that could crush a mouse with ease or her able body to fight she keeps an impressive musculature.
She stands at an impressive 10.2 inches. Her legs add to this height more so than her body. Crimsonfang's nifty pillar-like legs would threaten the toughest opponent.
A healthy weight for such a well-built cat, if you lifted her, you'd think she was heavier than she looks. She has a healthy layer of fat upon her muscles which suits her well.
Her tail is slightly short, and her neck compact, but the rest of her body length is normal.
Vibrant red spots scatter the molly's orange pelt. She tells young kits it's the blood-stained drops of her enemies. Her fur is soft, average length and well-maintained. Her spotted mackerel pattern covers the majority of her body except for the slight white colouring dispersed throughout. This white colouring can be observed as an uneven line along her stomach and chest, reaching up to cover her chin and philtrum. The tip of her tail is striped with red and white. White toes stand out against the ginger fur, contrasting them, especially her rear paw which is entirely white.
A heavyset muzzle with sharp teeth creates a menacing sight especially when matched with her piercing green eyes. Her snout is shorter but the broadness of it makes up for any illusion of lacking. Crimsonfang's ears are normal and triangular shaped. Her pink skin can be observed through the skin in her ears and nose. White whiskers protruding from her muzzle are noticeable due to their length and umpteen amount. The fur occupying her face has red stripes rather than the dots seen on her back. Apart from the white on her chin and below her nose, her facial pattern is that typical ginger colour with red, akin to the rest of her.
She stands at an impressive 10.2 inches. Her legs add to this height more so than her body. Crimsonfang's nifty pillar-like legs would threaten the toughest opponent.
A healthy weight for such a well-built cat, if you lifted her, you'd think she was heavier than she looks. She has a healthy layer of fat upon her muscles which suits her well.
Her tail is slightly short, and her neck compact, but the rest of her body length is normal.
Vibrant red spots scatter the molly's orange pelt. She tells young kits it's the blood-stained drops of her enemies. Her fur is soft, average length and well-maintained. Her spotted mackerel pattern covers the majority of her body except for the slight white colouring dispersed throughout. This white colouring can be observed as an uneven line along her stomach and chest, reaching up to cover her chin and philtrum. The tip of her tail is striped with red and white. White toes stand out against the ginger fur, contrasting them, especially her rear paw which is entirely white.
A heavyset muzzle with sharp teeth creates a menacing sight especially when matched with her piercing green eyes. Her snout is shorter but the broadness of it makes up for any illusion of lacking. Crimsonfang's ears are normal and triangular shaped. Her pink skin can be observed through the skin in her ears and nose. White whiskers protruding from her muzzle are noticeable due to their length and umpteen amount. The fur occupying her face has red stripes rather than the dots seen on her back. Apart from the white on her chin and below her nose, her facial pattern is that typical ginger colour with red, akin to the rest of her.
Personality
Two Positive Traits: Describe how the character exhibits two positive traits and how the traits are positive.
Confident
Witty
Loyal to TC
Two Negative Traits: Describe how the character exhibits two negative traits and how the traits are negative.
Perfectionist (nit-picky)
hateful (weak + rouges)
Conceited (uses witty personality to put her kit down)
History
Crimsonkit and her sister were born to a pair of ThistleClan warriors. Her mother, was a small and cute cat, quite pleasant and loving. Her father, Cliffroar, was a beast. Intimidating was more than suitable. From the moment of birth, Crimsonkit was larger than her sister, who was born runt-sized. Her father told her she was the better kit. She opened her eyes first. She walked first. Everything from a competition and Crimsonkit enjoyed the attention from her father for always winning. Crimsonkit was taken on tours and introduced to her clanmates from the moment she could say her first word. Her sister, no. Her sister was always left with her mother who tried to comfort her.
Before the kittens turned 6 moons their parents argued and fought physically over the father's obvious preference in kits which caused their inevitable split. Her mother threw the first paw, immediately after her father insulted the weaker kit. Her mother took the runt and the father, Crimsonkit.
Just after Thievingstar set the curfew, Crimsonpaw was matched with her mentor, and her apprenticeship begun. With so much tension surrounding LichenClan's occupation of the Moonpool and RedwoodClan entering ThistleClan territory fighting was a high priority for Crimsonpaw's training. Her mentor would train her strictly. After training Cliffroar would help her practice. She'd often be exhausted but kept pushing through or risk being compared to her sister.
She couldn't help but think Hawktail's resigning was a bit pathetic - she could understand loss but to give up deputy - weak. She never shared this opinion to anyone except her father who didn't fully agree. This bothered her.
When the storm hit, Crimsonpaw's family was badly affected, however it was the side she took nothing to do with. Her mother drowned. For the first time, Crimsonpaw felt sadness and regret. She hated it. She hated seeing her father upset. Crimsonpaw mourned her mother's loss with her father however when her sister approached them, desperate for comfort, Crimsonpaw accused her of being too weak to help her mother. Cliffroar disciplined Crimsonpaw for her blatantly awful words but not before her sister ran off. They never saw her again.
While moving to, and settled near the Great Owl Tree, Crimsonpaw started to bond with Whitepaw, an apprentice a moon older than her. Whitepaw bonded with her over the loss of his mentor and she, her mother and sister.
Crimsonpaw completed her den at the Great Owl Tree. Whitestrike and Cliffroar was next to her the whole time. She dug deep as expected. Only once her paws were scratched and near bleeding from the tree roots, and her legs wobbly, she laid down in her two cat sized den and slept. She woke up Crimsonfang.
The scariest part of Crimsonfang's life was when her father fell sick. The Great Owl Tree had a curse, she was sure. She kept an eye on Cliffroar when she could and often ask Whitestrike, her new mate, to watch him if he could. Thankfully Cliffroar recovered and was well enough to move with the clan to the abandoned campground.
It was just before Lily visited Thievingstar that Crimsonfang fell pregnant at 18 moons. Thankfully, she was too early for herself to even know.
When she did find out, her and her partner were extremely excited. With such strong warriors as parents a powerful litter was sure to follow. Crimsonfang was adamant to calling a song Cliffkit after her father. Cliffroar was more than proud of the pair.
Crimsonfang gave birth at the Abandoned Camp, one moon before ThistleClan moved back to their original camp. When she saw her kit she was initially happy. After a few joyous moments licking and nurturing her kit, she sat up to admire her creation, then froze. That was it? Her stomach flipped. She didn't feel any other kits coming. "Disgusting..." She mumbled. When her father and mate came in after being on patrol together, excited to see the litter of warriors, Crimsonfang hid the kit with her leg. "She's not here yet." She lied, then ordered them to get out. As she felt her kit's mouth attempt to suckle, she flinched and snarled at her, every maternal instinct seeming gone. She only allowed her drink due to the pressure she felt from other cats.
It was only the next day she let them see the runt. She knew why this weak kit had been born. Whitestrike wasn't a pure ThistleClan cat obviously. The minute her mate laid eyes on their offspring the blame game started. "Rogue blood!", "Cheat!", the young cats yowls disrupted the make-do nursery so loud every cat could hear. With that, their relationship was over, and Crimsonfang was left alone with this kit.
The deepest part of the she-cat's heart wanted this nightmare to end. Maybe she could roll on top of her in her sleep or the kit would just stop breathing. After all, those small lungs wouldn't last winter... Unfortunately for the mother it was warm pleasant weather. Despite the dark temptation, Crimsonfang was sure she didn't need to crush her kit to get rid of it. It would die itself. But it didn't. From the kitten's first pathetic steps she knew it would live.
As soon as Flarekit could be left alone, she would often leave the kitten alone in the nursery to 'get a break'.
After one moon she decided to finally name her. "Flarekit." She muttered to her father. Her father was only visiting to check on his daughter. "Like the flare of a fire, she just keeps growing." She nearly sighed.
Once Crimsonfang was home, as if a switch had been flicked, her attitude changed towards her kitten. A new opinion formed once Flarekit began to show her own personality. This kitten might be okay... from a distance... in small amounts.
The mother began to boast to Flarekit's hearing ears about her glory in battle. "One day you could be like me... if you're lucky." No point lying to her...
Family visitations were still scarce from then on. Once Flarekit became an apprentice Crimsonfang was done. She would dedicate less and less time to her daughter. The attitude her daughter gave other cats angered her more and grew her hatred. Ungrateful viper.
Crimsonfang would integrate herself back into clan-life but couldn't help but feel growing hatred. Being a queen changed her body and took a toll. Her muscles lacked training from moons of relaxation.
A majority of her interactions with her adolescent daughter was insulting accusations. "You took my best years." This with other falsehoods would be hissed any time they started a conversation.
However, after a few moons, Crimsonfang was back to her muscular self.
Daughter is Flareflower (look at silver's adoptable thread + flarepaws app) - hates that HER daughter was called 'flower'
Before the kittens turned 6 moons their parents argued and fought physically over the father's obvious preference in kits which caused their inevitable split. Her mother threw the first paw, immediately after her father insulted the weaker kit. Her mother took the runt and the father, Crimsonkit.
Just after Thievingstar set the curfew, Crimsonpaw was matched with her mentor, and her apprenticeship begun. With so much tension surrounding LichenClan's occupation of the Moonpool and RedwoodClan entering ThistleClan territory fighting was a high priority for Crimsonpaw's training. Her mentor would train her strictly. After training Cliffroar would help her practice. She'd often be exhausted but kept pushing through or risk being compared to her sister.
She couldn't help but think Hawktail's resigning was a bit pathetic - she could understand loss but to give up deputy - weak. She never shared this opinion to anyone except her father who didn't fully agree. This bothered her.
When the storm hit, Crimsonpaw's family was badly affected, however it was the side she took nothing to do with. Her mother drowned. For the first time, Crimsonpaw felt sadness and regret. She hated it. She hated seeing her father upset. Crimsonpaw mourned her mother's loss with her father however when her sister approached them, desperate for comfort, Crimsonpaw accused her of being too weak to help her mother. Cliffroar disciplined Crimsonpaw for her blatantly awful words but not before her sister ran off. They never saw her again.
While moving to, and settled near the Great Owl Tree, Crimsonpaw started to bond with Whitepaw, an apprentice a moon older than her. Whitepaw bonded with her over the loss of his mentor and she, her mother and sister.
Crimsonpaw completed her den at the Great Owl Tree. Whitestrike and Cliffroar was next to her the whole time. She dug deep as expected. Only once her paws were scratched and near bleeding from the tree roots, and her legs wobbly, she laid down in her two cat sized den and slept. She woke up Crimsonfang.
The scariest part of Crimsonfang's life was when her father fell sick. The Great Owl Tree had a curse, she was sure. She kept an eye on Cliffroar when she could and often ask Whitestrike, her new mate, to watch him if he could. Thankfully Cliffroar recovered and was well enough to move with the clan to the abandoned campground.
It was just before Lily visited Thievingstar that Crimsonfang fell pregnant at 18 moons. Thankfully, she was too early for herself to even know.
When she did find out, her and her partner were extremely excited. With such strong warriors as parents a powerful litter was sure to follow. Crimsonfang was adamant to calling a song Cliffkit after her father. Cliffroar was more than proud of the pair.
Crimsonfang gave birth at the Abandoned Camp, one moon before ThistleClan moved back to their original camp. When she saw her kit she was initially happy. After a few joyous moments licking and nurturing her kit, she sat up to admire her creation, then froze. That was it? Her stomach flipped. She didn't feel any other kits coming. "Disgusting..." She mumbled. When her father and mate came in after being on patrol together, excited to see the litter of warriors, Crimsonfang hid the kit with her leg. "She's not here yet." She lied, then ordered them to get out. As she felt her kit's mouth attempt to suckle, she flinched and snarled at her, every maternal instinct seeming gone. She only allowed her drink due to the pressure she felt from other cats.
It was only the next day she let them see the runt. She knew why this weak kit had been born. Whitestrike wasn't a pure ThistleClan cat obviously. The minute her mate laid eyes on their offspring the blame game started. "Rogue blood!", "Cheat!", the young cats yowls disrupted the make-do nursery so loud every cat could hear. With that, their relationship was over, and Crimsonfang was left alone with this kit.
The deepest part of the she-cat's heart wanted this nightmare to end. Maybe she could roll on top of her in her sleep or the kit would just stop breathing. After all, those small lungs wouldn't last winter... Unfortunately for the mother it was warm pleasant weather. Despite the dark temptation, Crimsonfang was sure she didn't need to crush her kit to get rid of it. It would die itself. But it didn't. From the kitten's first pathetic steps she knew it would live.
As soon as Flarekit could be left alone, she would often leave the kitten alone in the nursery to 'get a break'.
After one moon she decided to finally name her. "Flarekit." She muttered to her father. Her father was only visiting to check on his daughter. "Like the flare of a fire, she just keeps growing." She nearly sighed.
Once Crimsonfang was home, as if a switch had been flicked, her attitude changed towards her kitten. A new opinion formed once Flarekit began to show her own personality. This kitten might be okay... from a distance... in small amounts.
The mother began to boast to Flarekit's hearing ears about her glory in battle. "One day you could be like me... if you're lucky." No point lying to her...
Family visitations were still scarce from then on. Once Flarekit became an apprentice Crimsonfang was done. She would dedicate less and less time to her daughter. The attitude her daughter gave other cats angered her more and grew her hatred. Ungrateful viper.
Crimsonfang would integrate herself back into clan-life but couldn't help but feel growing hatred. Being a queen changed her body and took a toll. Her muscles lacked training from moons of relaxation.
A majority of her interactions with her adolescent daughter was insulting accusations. "You took my best years." This with other falsehoods would be hissed any time they started a conversation.
However, after a few moons, Crimsonfang was back to her muscular self.
Daughter is Flareflower (look at silver's adoptable thread + flarepaws app) - hates that HER daughter was called 'flower'
