Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 9, 2006 16:14:01 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Spottedfire
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
ShadowClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
S. Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
37 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Massive and powerful, Spottefire stalks around with less vain than his brother, but still slightly proud. He knows how much bigger he is than most of his clan, being a bengal proud and true. Unlike Smokepelt, his pelt is a darker golden and more intense with its spots and lines. He has full muscles that hold untold power beneath them. His eyes are an icy blue that hold no emotion even when his body language expresses it, which is rare. Bengal.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Shy, but playful, Spottedfire is simply a follower of Smokepelt. He loves his brother, as well as the she-cats and always has his eyes open for them. Over all he is shy, but when provoked can release a rage that would make even a blind and deaf elder shriek in terror. He hates rival clans, but when alone would not go to the extent his brother does. If the rival is someone he doesn't know and has no agenda with he'd rather talk than fight unless Smokepelt is around. He's not too vain, but still values his rank as Senior Warrior just as much as Smokepelt, only hides it better. Does not often give orders.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow]
Spottedkit's mother died giving birth to his brother(Smokekit), himself, and two other siblings. It was no sadness to him at the time, but he often wonders what she would have been like as his mother. No cat ever told him of their father. He grew up to a foster queen who had recently lost her own litter. Whenever Smokekit, who wasn't fond of other kits, was busy he would be found playing a game with the other kits of the nursery. Smokekit and he had a tight bond, being orphans, one that no other could break. He loved his brother, and his brother loved him. They were, and still are best friends.
When Spottedpaw was apprenticed, he was given a firm warrior as his mentor(Joyfoot). He learned a great deal from his mentor, but was very fearful of her, knowing about her extremely short temper. More than once had he gotten a scolding that made him blink back tears. But Joyfoot was somewhat gentle in her training with him. She almost always held back, going rougher slowly as he aged. For this he was greatful. When he returned from training, Smokepaw would share with Spottedpaw of what he had learned and they would have friendly tussles which quickly turned to rougher ones. Spottedpaw didn't much care for the rougher ones, he always held back and let Smokepaw win, not wanting to hurt his brother's feelings by making their growing size difference obvious. Their bond was as tight as ever and as every day passed, their knowledge and understanding of fighting and the world grew.
Now known as Spottedfire, he took on his warrior duties and stuck close to Smokepelt, watching him prove himself time and time again while everyone looked expectantly at him. His hunting skills were not so great, not able to stalk up on something easily because of his size, but his full combat skills wowed the crowd. But when he grew older and even more experienced something happened that shouldn't have been. Smokepelt hated intruders with every strand of fur on his body while Spottedfire was rather docile with them. He fought them viciously away with his brother, showing no mercy, but let them go when Smokepelt wasn't around. But one day, when Smokepelt and himself found a struggling loner, they went too far. Smokepelt went for the upper body and Spottedfire the lower, the queen was no match. One bite too hard and she collapsed to the floor. She wasn't dead and after a few moments of watching her, Spottedfire and Smokepelt came to realize she was in labor. Spottedfire was scared, he felt horrible. She was going to have kits! A few moments later, three kits squirmed at her belly. She begged them not to hurt them, but Smokepelt pulled him aside and told him what had to be down. No crossbloods could come into their clan is what he said. He killed the weakened queen and Spottedfire helped him take the small kits to the river. With great hesitation, they dumped them into the roaring waters then hurriedly returned to camp. No one ever found out to their knowledge, but Spottedfire was stuck with the horrid burden.
Around the same time as his brother, Spottedfire earned the rank of Senior Warrior. He holds it with silent pride, but is nervous about when he'll get an apprentice, knowing it won't be long now. He plans to keep his position until Smokepelt turns in, then he'll follow him once again.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Pawsteps were silent behind his brother and his apprentice, feeling a lot like the third wheel, but Smokepelt had insisted he come and help with Shorepaw's training session today. When they reached the Fallen Trees, seemingly Smokepelt's favorite training spot, he leaped onto a smooth stump, tail curling over his paws as he looked down at the two. He curled up tight in a ball after saying. Just tell me when you need me. For now, I'm good with just watching.
Alright... The slightly smaller bengal turned to his apprentice then comically turned back barely a second later, asking with a smirk. Spottedfire?
His head came out from under his hind leg and he opened his jaws slightly to ask intently. Yeah?
I need you.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Spring
Spottedfire
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
ShadowClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
S. Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
37 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Massive and powerful, Spottefire stalks around with less vain than his brother, but still slightly proud. He knows how much bigger he is than most of his clan, being a bengal proud and true. Unlike Smokepelt, his pelt is a darker golden and more intense with its spots and lines. He has full muscles that hold untold power beneath them. His eyes are an icy blue that hold no emotion even when his body language expresses it, which is rare. Bengal.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Shy, but playful, Spottedfire is simply a follower of Smokepelt. He loves his brother, as well as the she-cats and always has his eyes open for them. Over all he is shy, but when provoked can release a rage that would make even a blind and deaf elder shriek in terror. He hates rival clans, but when alone would not go to the extent his brother does. If the rival is someone he doesn't know and has no agenda with he'd rather talk than fight unless Smokepelt is around. He's not too vain, but still values his rank as Senior Warrior just as much as Smokepelt, only hides it better. Does not often give orders.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow]
Spottedkit's mother died giving birth to his brother(Smokekit), himself, and two other siblings. It was no sadness to him at the time, but he often wonders what she would have been like as his mother. No cat ever told him of their father. He grew up to a foster queen who had recently lost her own litter. Whenever Smokekit, who wasn't fond of other kits, was busy he would be found playing a game with the other kits of the nursery. Smokekit and he had a tight bond, being orphans, one that no other could break. He loved his brother, and his brother loved him. They were, and still are best friends.
When Spottedpaw was apprenticed, he was given a firm warrior as his mentor(Joyfoot). He learned a great deal from his mentor, but was very fearful of her, knowing about her extremely short temper. More than once had he gotten a scolding that made him blink back tears. But Joyfoot was somewhat gentle in her training with him. She almost always held back, going rougher slowly as he aged. For this he was greatful. When he returned from training, Smokepaw would share with Spottedpaw of what he had learned and they would have friendly tussles which quickly turned to rougher ones. Spottedpaw didn't much care for the rougher ones, he always held back and let Smokepaw win, not wanting to hurt his brother's feelings by making their growing size difference obvious. Their bond was as tight as ever and as every day passed, their knowledge and understanding of fighting and the world grew.
Now known as Spottedfire, he took on his warrior duties and stuck close to Smokepelt, watching him prove himself time and time again while everyone looked expectantly at him. His hunting skills were not so great, not able to stalk up on something easily because of his size, but his full combat skills wowed the crowd. But when he grew older and even more experienced something happened that shouldn't have been. Smokepelt hated intruders with every strand of fur on his body while Spottedfire was rather docile with them. He fought them viciously away with his brother, showing no mercy, but let them go when Smokepelt wasn't around. But one day, when Smokepelt and himself found a struggling loner, they went too far. Smokepelt went for the upper body and Spottedfire the lower, the queen was no match. One bite too hard and she collapsed to the floor. She wasn't dead and after a few moments of watching her, Spottedfire and Smokepelt came to realize she was in labor. Spottedfire was scared, he felt horrible. She was going to have kits! A few moments later, three kits squirmed at her belly. She begged them not to hurt them, but Smokepelt pulled him aside and told him what had to be down. No crossbloods could come into their clan is what he said. He killed the weakened queen and Spottedfire helped him take the small kits to the river. With great hesitation, they dumped them into the roaring waters then hurriedly returned to camp. No one ever found out to their knowledge, but Spottedfire was stuck with the horrid burden.
Around the same time as his brother, Spottedfire earned the rank of Senior Warrior. He holds it with silent pride, but is nervous about when he'll get an apprentice, knowing it won't be long now. He plans to keep his position until Smokepelt turns in, then he'll follow him once again.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Pawsteps were silent behind his brother and his apprentice, feeling a lot like the third wheel, but Smokepelt had insisted he come and help with Shorepaw's training session today. When they reached the Fallen Trees, seemingly Smokepelt's favorite training spot, he leaped onto a smooth stump, tail curling over his paws as he looked down at the two. He curled up tight in a ball after saying. Just tell me when you need me. For now, I'm good with just watching.
Alright... The slightly smaller bengal turned to his apprentice then comically turned back barely a second later, asking with a smirk. Spottedfire?
His head came out from under his hind leg and he opened his jaws slightly to ask intently. Yeah?
I need you.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Spring
oh whats shorepaw to do?? shes surrounded by hotness!!
