Post by eagleflight on Oct 21, 2006 10:56:21 GMT -5
Name: Phoenixflame
Gender: Tom
Age: 21 moons
Clan: FireClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: He is a handsome longhaired ginger tom with a white blaze that sweeps up his muzzle. His green eyes are deep and gentle. When in battle, he fluffs his fur to twice his size and his gentle eyes burn with passion.
Personality: Phoenixflame is a kind tom, gentle to all those weaker than himself, unless they are a threat to the Clan. He loves kits and is fiercely loyal to FireClan. He has a ferocious side that shows only in battle or when threatened. A patient cat, he is well suited for mentoring. Phoenixflame is very excitable and hyper around his Clan. He outgoing nature makes him popular with other Clans. He is quite ambitious, but his ambition is all focused on being the best he can be.
History: He was born in FireClan to an older queen who did not have the strength to have kits. She had three kits, but only Phoenixflame lived. The other two died during their kitting. The queen lost too much blood and died soon after her kits. Phoenixflame, then a newborn kit, was given to a younger queen to suckle. At six moons, he was apprenticed. For five long moons, he trained until at 11 moons, he helped win a battle for territory and became a warrior. He is now 21 moons and has not had an apprentice or mate.
IC: An old queen shrieked with pain as she tried to give birth to the helpless kits in her body. The worried medicine cat gave her a poppy seed for the pain and encouraged the rasping she-cat who laid on her side in the nursery. Blood was everywhere and both cats knew something was wrong. The queen’s strength was quickly fading. Suddenly, a tiny squeal was heard and a kit was born. It suddenly went quiet and the medicine cat vigorously licked the kit, signaling with her tail for a younger queen to come.
“Lick it,” the medicine cat mewed urgently. “Get its blood flowing.” The young cat obediently took over licking the kit. But it was too late. The kit was dead. The queen bowed her head in despair. Suddenly, another kit was born. It was larger than the first and had long ginger fur. It squealed loudly and the medicine cat sighed in relief. It was healthy. Another kit came soon after, but it died before it was completely out of the mother’s body. The old queen panted and laid her head on the ground. She was done, but the blood was still flowing.
“Take care of my kit,” she sighed. The medicine cat knew the queen was dying. She took a last labored breath and lay still for eternity. The live kit squealed again. The other cats bowed their heads sadly and the young queen guided the kit to her milk. This ginger kit was the last of his family.
Codewords: Shadowed Light
Gender: Tom
Age: 21 moons
Clan: FireClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: He is a handsome longhaired ginger tom with a white blaze that sweeps up his muzzle. His green eyes are deep and gentle. When in battle, he fluffs his fur to twice his size and his gentle eyes burn with passion.
Personality: Phoenixflame is a kind tom, gentle to all those weaker than himself, unless they are a threat to the Clan. He loves kits and is fiercely loyal to FireClan. He has a ferocious side that shows only in battle or when threatened. A patient cat, he is well suited for mentoring. Phoenixflame is very excitable and hyper around his Clan. He outgoing nature makes him popular with other Clans. He is quite ambitious, but his ambition is all focused on being the best he can be.
History: He was born in FireClan to an older queen who did not have the strength to have kits. She had three kits, but only Phoenixflame lived. The other two died during their kitting. The queen lost too much blood and died soon after her kits. Phoenixflame, then a newborn kit, was given to a younger queen to suckle. At six moons, he was apprenticed. For five long moons, he trained until at 11 moons, he helped win a battle for territory and became a warrior. He is now 21 moons and has not had an apprentice or mate.
IC: An old queen shrieked with pain as she tried to give birth to the helpless kits in her body. The worried medicine cat gave her a poppy seed for the pain and encouraged the rasping she-cat who laid on her side in the nursery. Blood was everywhere and both cats knew something was wrong. The queen’s strength was quickly fading. Suddenly, a tiny squeal was heard and a kit was born. It suddenly went quiet and the medicine cat vigorously licked the kit, signaling with her tail for a younger queen to come.
“Lick it,” the medicine cat mewed urgently. “Get its blood flowing.” The young cat obediently took over licking the kit. But it was too late. The kit was dead. The queen bowed her head in despair. Suddenly, another kit was born. It was larger than the first and had long ginger fur. It squealed loudly and the medicine cat sighed in relief. It was healthy. Another kit came soon after, but it died before it was completely out of the mother’s body. The old queen panted and laid her head on the ground. She was done, but the blood was still flowing.
“Take care of my kit,” she sighed. The medicine cat knew the queen was dying. She took a last labored breath and lay still for eternity. The live kit squealed again. The other cats bowed their heads sadly and the young queen guided the kit to her milk. This ginger kit was the last of his family.
Codewords: Shadowed Light
