Post by flameh on Jan 10, 2011 22:55:53 GMT -5
General Character Information
[/b][/size]Name Blazepaw(pool)
Age 6 moons
Gender Tom
Character Type Cat
Alliance - ShadowClan
Rank - Apprentice?
Picture -
Appearance - Blazepaw is a lithe yet muscular built tom. He has medium sized paws and medium sized ears. He has sleek ginger fur that is marked by deeper ginger stripes. He has stunning amber eyes.
Personality - Blazepaw isn't the most balanced tom, he is actually quite clumsy. He is easily frustrated when it comes to training, so when he slips or messes up he puts himself down. He is working on breaking himself out of the habit, but it has proven to be tough. Also he isn't very assertive, he likes to blend in, not stand out. That's just him, now on to how he acts with other cats. When it comes to his clanmates he is kind and respectful.He thinks that if he just respects everyone and doesn't speak his mind then he won't be singled out. He has yet to have any physical confrontations so he is unsure how he'd react to those situations.
History - Blazepaw was born as an only kit to his ailing mother Flameheart. He never knew his father because he was tragically killed in battle before Blazepaw's birth. Flameheart named Blazepaw after his father Blazefang. Blazepaw had a happy kithood until he was about 3 moons. His mother passed away leaving him alone. He grieved for a moon, refusing to leave the nursery, it was a dark time in his life. center of attention, his passive nature sprung from this. When he finally let himself move on, he found it tough to talk to anyone. He became solitary until one cat reached out to him. Trueeyes finally got him out of his shell, and back into the clan. There was a reason he was chosen to mentor Blazepaw.
Roleplay Example - A small ginger shape lay in the darkness of the den. The shape looked out of place, alone in the usually busy space. Blazepaw twitched and let out a wail. He could see the ginger shape walking away, leaving him alone once again. "Mommy don't leave" he wailed as his amber eyes flew open. He could hear the pacing footsteps a few foxlengths away, waiting outside the nursery. He buried his nose back into the nest that still smelled faintly of his mother. He refused to let anyone change it, he wailed and fought when they tried to. He closed his eyes, inhaling the scent, letting visions of his mother fill his dreams.
Codeword - Bluefire
Note: One of the eight
