Post by Mouse on Sept 9, 2013 12:30:11 GMT
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Username: Mouse
Name: Cinderflame
Age: 52 moons - 1 life
Gender: Tom
Rank: Medicine Cat
Crush: No, no. It would be forbidden for him to take a mate! He's old enough to where he doesn't think about such things any more.
Kin: His parents both met natural deaths of old age. His littermates found clan life tiring and left to be kittypets. Cinderflame doubts they got very far, however. He considers them dead.
Personality: Cinderflame is a strict and serious tom, as he should be, given his role in the clan. He is adamant about keeping strong ties with Starclan, and tries his best to instill that ideal in his apprentice. The warrior code is sacred in his eyes, and he would never seek to break it, nor does he condone such an act from any other cat. But, opposite his stern side is a more fun-loving and kind cat. He is capable of overlooking a small transgression in the name of fun, under the right circumstances.
History: The large tom was born to senior warriors Adderbelly and Quailflight and had two siblings; both she-cats. He grew up fine, playing often with his sistrs and getting much positive attention from his parents. The odd duo had paired at the ages of 33 moons and 30 moons respectively, and this was their first - and would be their only - litter.
As Cinderflame grew, he watched them age, growing sad as he saw their once powerful bodies grow weak from the influence of time. He showed a connection with Starclan, and began training as a Medicine Cat, hopeful that he could keep them healthy and happy for the rest of their moons.
Before he was a full-fledged Medicine Cat, his sisters decided to leave the clan, finding the life of a clan cat to be tedious and troublesome. Cinderflame tried to talk them out of it, but by the very next night, the two apprentices had gone. He washed his paws of them, refusing to feel guilty about that which he had no control over. He assumed Ravenclan cats got to them. That, or the thunderpath's monsters. They'd have to have crossed it to get to Twoleg territory.
Cinderflame remembers the war of the Blood Moon. He was a new Medicine Cat at the time, but his mentor was still alive to help with the steady flow of injured cats. Skullclan was the one doing the attacking, and at the time, he didn't question the decision. Cats were starving to death. But, sometimes... he wonders if it was really worth it.
Description: As pictured above, Cinderflame is a large and powerfully built tom wit striking orange eyes. His pelt is a pale grey-tan with dark grey spots and stripes, and along his back and paws there are tinges of ginger. His tail is thick and medium length, displaying bold black rings from base to tip. Handsome black and white stripes streak from his eyes down his cheeks.
Favourite Food: Rabbits
Least Favourite: Frogs
Pro: A strong cat - in both body and mind - who is loyal to his clan and great at what he does.
Con: Getting up in years, he doesn't move quite as quickly as he used to, and his memory fails him at times. He knows he shoul have taken on an apprentice much sooner, but the moons just went by so fast...
By the way...
6 x 2 = 12. True story.
Username: Mouse
Name: Cinderflame
Age: 52 moons - 1 life
Gender: Tom
Rank: Medicine Cat
Crush: No, no. It would be forbidden for him to take a mate! He's old enough to where he doesn't think about such things any more.
Kin: His parents both met natural deaths of old age. His littermates found clan life tiring and left to be kittypets. Cinderflame doubts they got very far, however. He considers them dead.
Personality: Cinderflame is a strict and serious tom, as he should be, given his role in the clan. He is adamant about keeping strong ties with Starclan, and tries his best to instill that ideal in his apprentice. The warrior code is sacred in his eyes, and he would never seek to break it, nor does he condone such an act from any other cat. But, opposite his stern side is a more fun-loving and kind cat. He is capable of overlooking a small transgression in the name of fun, under the right circumstances.
History: The large tom was born to senior warriors Adderbelly and Quailflight and had two siblings; both she-cats. He grew up fine, playing often with his sistrs and getting much positive attention from his parents. The odd duo had paired at the ages of 33 moons and 30 moons respectively, and this was their first - and would be their only - litter.
As Cinderflame grew, he watched them age, growing sad as he saw their once powerful bodies grow weak from the influence of time. He showed a connection with Starclan, and began training as a Medicine Cat, hopeful that he could keep them healthy and happy for the rest of their moons.
Before he was a full-fledged Medicine Cat, his sisters decided to leave the clan, finding the life of a clan cat to be tedious and troublesome. Cinderflame tried to talk them out of it, but by the very next night, the two apprentices had gone. He washed his paws of them, refusing to feel guilty about that which he had no control over. He assumed Ravenclan cats got to them. That, or the thunderpath's monsters. They'd have to have crossed it to get to Twoleg territory.
Cinderflame remembers the war of the Blood Moon. He was a new Medicine Cat at the time, but his mentor was still alive to help with the steady flow of injured cats. Skullclan was the one doing the attacking, and at the time, he didn't question the decision. Cats were starving to death. But, sometimes... he wonders if it was really worth it.
Description: As pictured above, Cinderflame is a large and powerfully built tom wit striking orange eyes. His pelt is a pale grey-tan with dark grey spots and stripes, and along his back and paws there are tinges of ginger. His tail is thick and medium length, displaying bold black rings from base to tip. Handsome black and white stripes streak from his eyes down his cheeks.
Favourite Food: Rabbits
Least Favourite: Frogs
Pro: A strong cat - in both body and mind - who is loyal to his clan and great at what he does.
Con: Getting up in years, he doesn't move quite as quickly as he used to, and his memory fails him at times. He knows he shoul have taken on an apprentice much sooner, but the moons just went by so fast...
By the way...
6 x 2 = 12. True story.