Post by thalia on Sept 8, 2010 13:48:53 GMT -5
Name:
Blazepaw
Gender:
tom
Age:
13 moons
Clan:
RiverClan
Rank:
apprentice
Mentor:
to be announced
Love Interest:
crush: open and wanted
Kin:
mother, MORNINGSTORM (deceased)
guardian father, FOXCHASE (deceased)
real father, unknown (RiverClan)
sister, SHADEPAW (ThunderClan)
dear friend, IVYTAIL (ThunderClan)
second mother, PETALSONG (RiverClan)
Description:
On sight, it’s painfully easy to see why in StarClan Blazepaw has his name. The fiery little RiverClan apprentice does have an eye-popper of a pelt, with golden streaks lacing through tiny pale cherry tildes. The whole of his fur is a dark peach-orange, dappled with a light scarlet here and there. To say Blazepaw is a vermilion kitty would be really pushing it, and burgundy less so, but sometimes his pelt does seem to gleam with red in fierce sunlight. His big paws are a lighter bronze, his thornish claws a dark copper, and the freakishly long tail that swirls around him an orange gold. And then here’s a rundown of the confounded little fireball.
Blazepaw’s nose is strangely comparable to a little black stone, only it has an even stranger habit of twitching when he’s sleepy or annoyed. From there a little scar runs from the apprentice’s nosebridge to near-beneath a chestnut eye, a bitter legacy left behind from his father’s raging, and another scar stutters down his neck. And then you’d reach his shoulders and down to his front legs, to those big bronze paws, and swivel back up to his body. And then your eyes travel farther and… ACK! Okay, maybe not; Blazepaw’s tail isn’t that long anyway, but it’s still kinda weird. He’s strong and looks a bit macho by the way he prances around, but at heart he’s a huge softie – maybe too much so.
Blazepaw is kind of a slow runner, but if he’s chasing you don’t think you’ll get away so easily. That fire-furred fluffball is smarter than he makes himself out to be, and where he might not be so completely orthodox in his ways and words, he both gets the job done and does it well. The apprentice has muscles, but obviously he’s not disgustingly buff – just enough to grab you and get your face into the leaves. But where his speed lacks, his agility fills it all in: with dancing paws and flicking tail, the apprentice always makes the impression that he’s a happy-go-lucky cat – though that’s not always the case.
Personality:
Blazepaw has a really sensitive heart. Actually, it’s probably that which makes him come off so vulnerable and innocent and cuddly. He’s just so darn open about everything, and he says what he thinks – ugly or not; easygoing and lighthearted, Blazepaw doesn’t take things too seriously. Some cats say at times he’s immature for this lack of concern, but reality is he wants to keep some of himself back from the cats around him. He gave away his heart once, and what did his father do? He went and broke that heart and raked the edges in the form of his own claws down his son’s pelt. The scars never went away in neither body nor spirit. If Blazepaw stops smiling, he’s scared other cats will see the pain that he keeps encased within him. And that would not be good.
Normally, Blazepaw has an annoyingly cheerful attitude, even when the going gets tough. Again, that makes some cats feel like he’s not all there, like he doesn’t really get how serious things are or that he’s just too cowardly to throw away his half-real grinning front. And sometimes it inspires them to keep on keeping on, no matter what; Blazepaw has a fierce determination within him to root for the underdogs, to lead the charge by their sides. The apprentice seems to be attracted to the misunderstood and the mysterious and the wounded of heart. Probably because when he looks at them, he sees a reflection of himself standing right in front of his face. After all, anything less than spitting in the face of danger and death would be letting his father win, and Blazepaw could and would and will never do that.
Although the fireball is shady and dark and put-offish about his past and his father, generally the RiverClan apprentice opens up the gates and lets it all flow, whether it’s tears or joy that he’s drowning you with. When Blazepaw feels things he really feels them; it can get dramatic around him sometimes, but just put up with him and you’ll definitely not regret meeting him in the first place. He seems to have a way of getting you to release things, him being so open-minded and open-hearted. In battle, though, he really tears the grass up, and gets kinda scary when his eyes glaze over and he flashes back to his father’s rage. Which happens on rare occasion, but when it does you see just why this young apprentice is and needs to be so happy all the time, and just how vulnerable he really is. Don’t get me wrong, Blazepaw IS a naturally happy cat. But whether all this is a good thing or a bad thing, that’s up to you to decide.
History:
As you probably guessed, Blazepaw’s father Foxchase was one evil cat. He had rage issues, as you probably guessed too, and… well… it had to end someday. And one day, Morningstorm had had enough. Blazepaw and Shadepaw had seen way too much already from their abusive mange of a father, although maybe Morningstorm’s decision to confront her gone-sour mate was an idiotic one, it probably saved their kits’ lives. And so here you have it, the story:
Morningstorm padded up to her mate, trying to quell the black fury that stirred in the depths of her shredded heart. “What are you DOING?,” she hissed, vainly attempting to keep the disgust out of her voice. “Just because I’m in the NURSERY with the kits doesn’t mean you can just PRANCE around with your mousebrained ANGER issues and yowl at WHOEVER you WANT. I’ve had ENOUGH WITH YOU!”
Foxchase spun abruptly on his mate, fur spiking at the back of his red neck. “What did you just say to me?,” he snarled back, claws unsheathing with an ominous shrikk and spearing scraps of moss as they sank into the soft, dewy earth. His eyes began to mist all too familiarly, sending a shudder down the ThunderClan she-cat’s spine. In response she too let her claws spring from her paws, scraping them against the nursery floor and struggling with tremendous effort not to rake them across this hideous-hearted badger’s face.
“You heard me, FoxCHASE,” she spat, a bitter taste rising in the back of her throat as she forced the hated name from her tongue. “It’s a good thing the KITS aren’t here right now, because I promise you I will NOT back down until you shape up. Some father you are. Yesterday you nearly lashed out at Shadepaw, and last moon I could have sworn you cursed at Blazepaw. You don’t love your kits at all, do you? You don’t even love m—”
All of a sudden there was a crimson blur and a hot streak crossed Morningstorm’s cheek. Something red splattered as it fell on the leaves of the nursery, and as she looked down, sickened, the dark hatred that she’d kept beneath the surface boiled up and burst from her. She felt her legs give from beneath her – no, not give, shoot out. A paw reached up and sliced across Foxchase’s flank, and suddenly there was a terrible battle for the lives of two innocent young kits raging in that desolate ThunderClan nursery.
What happened during the battle is too gruesome to describe, but what can be said is that in the midst in wandered Blazekit, thinking it was only two kits tussling. After all, his parents kept it toned down; the Clan was at a Gathering that day, but nevertheless causing a ruckus would not be good. And in some desperate swipe Morningstorm shoved Blazekit out of the way, and he stood and watched his mother and father fight until the nursery was bathed with red and their bodies lay lifeless upon the cold scarlet leaves. Blazekit never really recovered from the tragedy; when Silverstar got back, the camp had already been wailing its grief for what seemed like forever, and the little kit’s neck, face, and heart were eternally scarred.
Later on a kindly queen named Ivytail took in Blazekit and Shadekit, though Blazekit’s sister took the whole accident in a whole different direction than he. Ivytail was horrified when Blazekit and Shadekit discovered the well-kept secret that their parents had hidden from them, and that was that the kits were born from a RiverClan father. The once-innocent Shadekit, immediately after apprenticing, ran away to RiverClan in a foggy hope that cats there would understand her, and also to find her father. Horrified, in a drunken stupor Blazekit wandered away after his sister, and after a day of meandering about the borders he was discovered by a sweet young warrior called Petalsong. Almost instantly he latched onto her and refused to let go -- and eventually RiverClan and ThunderClan quarreled it out over the little kit, and RiverClan took in Blazekit. 'Course, he had no idea who the warrior was until he reached camp and laid eyes for the first time in a moon upon his grief-stricken sister. But then, he was kind of glad to be there in RiverClan; their real father was somewhere among the cats, and since their mother was dead and the one who they'd called father was NOT who he said he was, they ran from the pain and tears.
Moons passed as did the rigorous training Blazepaw undertook, hoping to distract himself from the grief that had scarred his heart. Shadepaw and Blazepaw grew closer and closer, though no clues arose about their father whatsoever; if he was even alive, he clearly had no intention of revealing himself anytime soon back then. By now, though, Blazepaw and Shadepaw had learned to move on, heartless as it may seem, and cut their losses. No use weeping over a ghost. So they continued on, and slowly the days gained back their meaning, their laughter, their memories -- good and bad. Blazepaw is still eternally wounded from Foxchase and Morningstorm's deaths and for leaving Ivytail, the ThunderClan queen who'd so kindly taken them in, and all they'd known. But as surely as leaf-bare blends into green-leaf, so Blazepaw and his sister get up, dust themselves off, and perform one task each and every morning.
Damage control.
Other:
I run a site called Quicksilver Storm, an RPG about foxes. You can check it out if you want. Ivy and Icy from good ol’ here are admins there.
Oh, and I also have the RC meddie under my belt too: Sparrowflight, hence my name, Sparrow.
