Post by moka217 on Dec 30, 2010 21:41:02 GMT -5
Blazepaw
A big golden tabby tom with thick fur and bright green eyes.
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Age: Six moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: Sunclan
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Appearance: The most immediately noticeable thing about Blazepaw is his pelt. His thick, glossy fur is a beautiful golden-ginger; a warm, rich color that immediately brings up thoughts of flame and sunlight. As his name indicates, his pelt blazes like fire when the sun strikes it, more golden than orange in such bright light. Under his belly and on his inner, upper limbs, it’s a slightly paler shade, a little more yellow-gold, with hints of light brown in it. This lighter gold covers his chest and throat as well, reaching as far as his lower face and becoming a little more distinct where it lines his eyes.
Tabby stripes of deeper, golden-brown ripple across Blazepaw’s fiery pelt, widest and most distinct on his back, tail, shoulders, and upper legs. Further down his legs, they grow narrower and gradually lighter, closer to the background shade, finally disappearing just above his paws. On his face, his tabby markings are only slightly paler than on his back, but smaller, stretching across the sides of his face, forming a neat tabby ‘M’ on his forehead and lining the inner edges of his ear-tips. The entire backs of his ears are colored this darker gold as well.
But, moving on past his pretty coloring- Blazepaw’s fur, as previously stated, is rather thick, though not extremely long or fluffy. That is, except on his chest and the backs of his legs, though even there, it’s only semi-long – just more so than anywhere else on his body except his tail; his beautiful, sweeping, plumy tail, long and elegant and more feminine-looking than any tom can be expected to like. Fortunately, his tail is really his only feminine feature. He prides himself on being large and strong for a cat his age – and his pride is more than justified. At eight moons old, Blazepaw is growing like a kit, towering over his age-mates and hardly shy about it. His shoulders are wide and powerful, his legs long but sturdy and muscled. They end in large, solid paws, from which dangerously long and sharp claws extend. A true SunClanner, he boasts remarkably deft movements, and great physical power and stamina. A single blow from one of his hefty paws will often send prey flying, to land stunned or dead a few fox-lengths away. His size cuts his speed, of course, but he can’t be called slow – he just isn’t the fastest cat around. Agility, or a lack thereof, is his greatest weakness, and he has to work hard to make up for it with what speed he has. As he says himself, “I might have trouble catching a zippy little GustClan weasel, but once I do, he’s as dead as a duck in a frozen pond!”
As for his face, it’s rather round, not at all angular. His ears are set wide apart; large, broad triangles just made for picking up the faintest of sounds. Also spaced far apart, but neatly so, are his eyes – big, round, expressive green orbs. They’re a beautiful, cool color, the color of evergreen needles, holly bushes, dark leaves in the middle of Greenleaf; in Twoleg terminology, emerald-green. And they glow just like such a leaf or jewel with sunlight coming through it. Most often, there’s a friendly twinkle in those eyes, but they blaze as bright as his pelt when he’s angry – which isn’t exceedingly rare. His nose is a soft, pretty pink, and as round as the rest of his facial features. From his muzzle sprout long, silvery-tan whiskers; surprisingly enough, they don’t do much to give him a particularly remarkable sense of smell. So his hearing remains his keenest sense. Blazepaw’s mouth is full of big, sharp white teeth, perfect for crushing prey animals or enemy limbs, but is most often turned up in a smile or good-humored smirk rather than twisted in a snarl. As he is still very young and has not had an opportunity to fight in any major battles, he has yet to earn himself any real scars, though he looks forward to the day he can show off some impressive battle trophies.
So, put shortly, Blazepaw is a big golden tabby tom with thick fur and bright green eyes. And a very handsome young tom, he is.
Personality: Blazepaw may have been named for his pelt, but as it turns out, his name suits his personality wonderfully as well. He’s a bold, lively young cat, full of energy and always ready for adventure. He loves to play and often doesn’t take training seriously, unless it involves battle practice – he much prefers the thrill of battle training to hunting, from which he is easily and often distracted. Blazepaw can be a bit cheeky when he’s reprimanded, but is rarely downright rude. He’s a very confident cat, with a rather large ego – nothing too unusual for a young tom-cat. He isn’t big-headed to the point of being annoying, though he does enjoy bragging about his skills and accomplishments – he just doesn’t take it so far as to make himself disliked for it. What with his remarkable self-confidence, Blazepaw loves to be challenged, relishing every opportunity to show off. And should it go badly, he will cheerfully shrug it off and meow, “Ah, well, can’t be perfect all the time!” Fortunately, his ‘Haha, I’m awesome’ attitude isn’t something he puts on too seriously, and he doesn’t expect others to take it seriously either; so in general, it’s easy to humor him and laugh fondly whenever he makes some comment about being the coolest cat around.
Aside from his sky-high level of self-confidence, Blazepaw also has a bit of a hero complex. He loves to fancy himself a noble rescuer of every she-cat in distress, and is forever looking for opportunities to be a hero. Is that little she-cat drowning?! No, she’s washing mud off her paws in a shallow pond – but no matter! Blazepaw will rush to the rescue whether his assistance is required or not. It’s not that he’s an exceptionally flirtatious tom – he just loves to play the hero, and he figures small, helpless she-cats make the best ‘victims’ for him to rescue from peril – though he is aware that saving a she-cat for real is a good way to impress her. While he has annoyed a good many cats with his ‘Blazepaw to the rescue!’ antics, he really is a brave and selfless apprentice, and wouldn’t hesitate to rush to someone’s aid in a real emergency. And he dreams of one day being a truly heroic warrior. He also dreams of being Clan leader, someday, though he’s not sure how hard he’s actually willing to work to get there. He’d rather prove himself with some incredible feat, as he is indeed very good at coping in a crisis, and quick and sharp enough a thinker to come up with ways to get out of serious trouble. Unfortunately, he’s not quite as tactful or diplomatic as he is intelligent, and will often make blunt comments on delicate matters – he doesn’t do it intentionally, he’s just… a guy. Thus, he’s as dense as a rock in comparison to the she-cats of the Clan. Witty and sometimes sarcastic, but dense as a rock nonetheless.
Among his Clanmates, Blazepaw is typically a bright, friendly cat, always willing to strike up a conversation with whoever happens to around. Often, he will approach a warrior, new or senior, flop down beside him/her, and meow a cheerful greeting that might actually be considered insulting by stuffier cats. He’s the same at Gatherings – outgoing and talkative, always eager for company. He dislikes being alone, if only because he finds it boring – he figures everything’s more fun with company. But friendly as he is, he is fiercely loyal to his Clan, and does not lack a fiery SunClan temper. While he is usually a good-natured cat who enjoys jokes and doesn’t mind being the subject of them now and then, he does not take kindly to genuine insults to himself, his friends, or his Clan. He tries his best not to start physical fights; he knows it’s not the smart thing to do… but he has to struggle to keep his claws sheathed when it’s another cat who starts the trouble. And he doesn’t always succeed. But when he does lose his temper and lash out, he generally regrets it later, unless he feels he was truly justified in ‘giving someone what they asked for’. If he’s angry enough, he’ll even fight a Clanmate – but he won’t start it. He’ll retaliate, but he won’t go picking fights.
History: Since the day he was born, Blazepaw has been the light of his parents' lives. Born on an early Greenleaf afternoon, he arrived perfectly big and strong, in perfect health, already full of energy. In just under two weeks, he'd opened his eyes and begun to crawl; a week later, Blazekit began what would become an endless battle to sneak out of the Nursery, stumbling eagerly toward the entrance of the den, only to be gently nudged back by Fawnspots. Once he reached his first moon of life, Blazekit had learned to play-fight, and would wait impatiently to pounce on his father when Redblaze arrived for his daily visits. Every bit the proud, adoring daddy, the young warrior spent every free moment with his kit, and showed him around camp often as Fawnspots agreed to it. Father and son grew as close as felinely possible, and delighted in showing off how their brilliant golden-ginger tabby pelts matched, right down to their identical facial makings. Expect the eyes, Redblaze would note fondly. The kit's dazzling green eyes matched his mother's like a reflection in a pond. Blazekit didn't much care; all he knew was that it meant he didn't look exactly like his awesome, amber-eyed father, and he wished he did.
It wasn't until he was two moons old that Blazekit managed to get past his mother, sneaking out of the Nursery early one morning and slipping out of camp unnoticed. It didn't take Fawnspots long to wake up, notice, and panic, and the little ginger tom didn't get far, but he did manage to slip and get himself wedged between a pair of boulders before his frantic father found him. This was to be the first of a series of adventures, for Blazekit would escape from camp well over a dozen times between then and his fifth moon. By then, he was allowed outside the Nursery whenever he liked, but he had to beg and plead to taken out of camp to explore; fortunately, his father was only too happy to oblige, and though his mother was always reluctant, the two toms' constant pleading won her over often enough. And when Redblaze would take his son exploring, he would also show him how to creep up on prey, how to scent the air for enemies - though they never went near the borders- and basic fighting moves. Because, he reasoned, an early start could only be a good thing. And Blazekit was eager and quick to learn. Now a moon has passed and Blazekit is more then eager to become an apprentice.
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Roleplay Sample: Falconpaw was sick of leafebare.
Normally, the ground was pleasantly soft. Normally, hunting here provided a glimpse of the sun to the darkness-dwelling NightClanners. Normally, he enjoyed sitting in the darkness of the nearby trees, watching in scornful amusement as the scrawny little DayClanners foraged for prey in the oversized patch of grass.
Not so today, the apprentice thought grumpily, wincing as he slipped and stumbled slightly, then caught himself and padded on, seething with frustration. Falconpaw blamed all his troubles on the season. Besides the general discomfort, he was absolutely convinced that the weather had been a significant factor in Raylight being chosen as deputy. It sounded farfetched, and Falconpaw knew it, but it did seem practical now. Choosing a deputy better suited than his Clanmates to hunting in silvery snow and ice.
Unlike, for example, that Silkstream and I, who stand out like... well, a white cat in NightClan, he mused sourly, skirting a patch of slushy filth. Having nearly caught up with Honeycloud -interesting cat, noted a voice in the back of his mind- but not absorbed, as she was, in hunting, the apprentice flashed a swift glance toward his forest. Being out of the shadows did not suit him, and his sleek black belt tingled uncomfortably. Eager to slip back into the darkness, Falconpaw lifted his muzzle to scent the air for prey. His lip curled in disdain, then twitched upward into a smirk. DayClan. DayClan whose crazy deputy had launched a completely unprovoked attack on NightClan's own noble, beloved deputy. While inwardly delighted with the event, Falconpaw had long since decided to play the indignant, resentful apprentice when dealing with DayClanners.
"Look who's here!" he exclaimed softly, eyes widening in mock alarm but glinting with malicious humor. Turning to his mentor, the young apprentice flicked his ears toward the approaching patrol. The smirk had all but faded from his face, leaving only a slight upward crease at the corners of his mouth. But the unpleasant glint in his cool, yellow-green eyes prevented it from even remotely resembling a smile. The expression was nearly cruel, certainly the very picture of smug self-assurance, and he did not conceal it from his mentor. For Falconpaw liked and actually respected Mudclaw, and he knew better than to play the innocent apprentice with the tabby warrior. Instead, he let his little smirk grow very slightly, into what was almost a smile, then turned and fixed his gaze sharply and coldly on the approaching DayClanners. His small 'smile' promptly morphed into a sneer, shamelessly intended to insult and provoke.
The young black cat hoped for trouble, and he would be more than happy to be the cause of it.
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