Blazingpaw [Shadowclan]
Feb 15, 2009 23:19:59 GMT -6
Post by wish. on Feb 15, 2009 23:19:59 GMT -6
blazingpaw
tom ● fourteen moons ● shadowclan ● apprentice
massive tortoiseshell tom with amber eyes
A P P E A R A N C E X
For an apprentice he's huge. At six moons he hit a growth spurt and apparently it has yet to cease. The tom roughly stands a head or two above the average clan cat. He has deep, broad shoulders and wide rib-cage. His legs are thick and steady. While his body is square-ish in appearance. The boy's a solid brick wall.
Blazingpaw's long, feathery coat only adds to the illusion. On top of his heavy-set stature lays a long, downy coat of browns, blacks, oranges, and whites. His fur at a quick glance resembles a tabby patchwork quilt. Several stripes run along his body in a classic 'mackerel' pattern. He's your typical tortoiseshell cat - in lieu of the fact that he's a tom. Due to a genetic mishap it's entirely possible that Blazingpaw is in fact sterile. The genes responsible for a three color coat pattern only show up in females, and poor Blazingpaw here was born with the wrong, er - equipment. If it weren't for his massive size the tom could very easily be mistaken for a she-cat.
Although he'd never take the compliment, Blazingpaw is a fairly handsome tom. He has a square-ish jawline and a deep narrowed gaze. His eyes are a pin-wheel of oranges and browns - most commonly referred to as amber. At the tip of his ginger and white muzzle sits a dark, peachy nose and white-as-snow whiskers trail from his upper maw. His voice is abnormally deep for an apprentice but that shouldn't surprise you - he already resembles a warrior.
For an apprentice he's huge. At six moons he hit a growth spurt and apparently it has yet to cease. The tom roughly stands a head or two above the average clan cat. He has deep, broad shoulders and wide rib-cage. His legs are thick and steady. While his body is square-ish in appearance. The boy's a solid brick wall.
Blazingpaw's long, feathery coat only adds to the illusion. On top of his heavy-set stature lays a long, downy coat of browns, blacks, oranges, and whites. His fur at a quick glance resembles a tabby patchwork quilt. Several stripes run along his body in a classic 'mackerel' pattern. He's your typical tortoiseshell cat - in lieu of the fact that he's a tom. Due to a genetic mishap it's entirely possible that Blazingpaw is in fact sterile. The genes responsible for a three color coat pattern only show up in females, and poor Blazingpaw here was born with the wrong, er - equipment. If it weren't for his massive size the tom could very easily be mistaken for a she-cat.
Although he'd never take the compliment, Blazingpaw is a fairly handsome tom. He has a square-ish jawline and a deep narrowed gaze. His eyes are a pin-wheel of oranges and browns - most commonly referred to as amber. At the tip of his ginger and white muzzle sits a dark, peachy nose and white-as-snow whiskers trail from his upper maw. His voice is abnormally deep for an apprentice but that shouldn't surprise you - he already resembles a warrior.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
He's mean. Blazingpaw lacks any sort of empathy. It's as if he were born without the ability to take others into consideration. From a young age he learned to take care of himself. The world's a dark place and if you want to live, you have to be mean. He could sit through any sob-story and come out grimacing. He doesn't care. Blazingpaw's seen some tough shit. Petty problems just don't cut it anymore.
What he lacks in empathy he makes up in self-confidence. Blazingpaw is reidiculously self-indulged. He's arrogant, cocky, and down-right conceded. He's always right. It doesn't matter if you have a ten-page argument reared under your tongue - he'll have you beat in seconds. The tom loves to argue, he loves to win.
When it comes to she-cats he's downright repulsive. Blazingpaw lacked any sort of 'strong female presence' in his life, and so his views on she-cats are pretty skewed, disgusting really. He doesn't think they should be fighting - for one. A she-cat belongs in the nursery or medicine cat's den. They always get in the way. And he hates, hates it when she-cats try to direct him. Authority figures are males.
So, he's sexist.
If he had any sort of redeeming qualities it would be his loyalty toward his clan. Although he pretty much hates everyone within Shadowclan's borders - he would fight to his dying breath to protect his clan. He swears it's some unexplainable, internal feeling that he can't describe, but he actually cares for Shadowclan. Besides, Blazingpaw couldn't be a part of just any pansy-ass clan could he?
He's mean. Blazingpaw lacks any sort of empathy. It's as if he were born without the ability to take others into consideration. From a young age he learned to take care of himself. The world's a dark place and if you want to live, you have to be mean. He could sit through any sob-story and come out grimacing. He doesn't care. Blazingpaw's seen some tough shit. Petty problems just don't cut it anymore.
What he lacks in empathy he makes up in self-confidence. Blazingpaw is reidiculously self-indulged. He's arrogant, cocky, and down-right conceded. He's always right. It doesn't matter if you have a ten-page argument reared under your tongue - he'll have you beat in seconds. The tom loves to argue, he loves to win.
When it comes to she-cats he's downright repulsive. Blazingpaw lacked any sort of 'strong female presence' in his life, and so his views on she-cats are pretty skewed, disgusting really. He doesn't think they should be fighting - for one. A she-cat belongs in the nursery or medicine cat's den. They always get in the way. And he hates, hates it when she-cats try to direct him. Authority figures are males.
So, he's sexist.
If he had any sort of redeeming qualities it would be his loyalty toward his clan. Although he pretty much hates everyone within Shadowclan's borders - he would fight to his dying breath to protect his clan. He swears it's some unexplainable, internal feeling that he can't describe, but he actually cares for Shadowclan. Besides, Blazingpaw couldn't be a part of just any pansy-ass clan could he?
H I S T O R Y
He was the runt of the litter.
There were three of them in total. Lightningkit, Mistykit, and Blazingkit were born to Tawnysong and Blazingfire. Unfortunately they never knew their father - the tom died well before they were born. On the other hand they had an overly affectionate mother. Blazingkit couldn't leave the nursery until he was as big as the other kits, and that drove him insane.
"But mama, I wanna play with the others..." The kit pouted, extending his lip in an exaggerated quiver, "It isn't fair." Tawnysong creased her brow and smiled, "Honey, one day you'll be biggest cat in all of Shadowclan - until then you gotta stay right here with me!" The queen affectionately grabbed her son's scruff and tossed him lightly over her shoulder. The startled kit tumbled down the calico's spine and landed in a disheveled heap on the nursery floor. He cast his mother a crooked stare, his eyes narrowing, "Fine."
Blazingpaw grew up teased, bullied, and picked on. The other kits, including his siblings, were malicious. They called him names, played pranks, and constantly picked on him for his size. With each passing day Blazingkit grew angrier and angrier. He stopped looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses. Everything got a lot more - harsh.
At three moons old Mistykit's body was dragged into camp. Blood trickled from two tiny pinpricks at her neck. The next week several other cats began to disappear. Blazingkit tried to pretend he didn't care. Mistykit had been mean to him; just as the others - but a part of him broke that day. He crawled back into himself and shut the door behind him. No one has been able to open him up since.
As apprentices Lightningpaw and Blazingpaw grew fierce. Their rift only widened with the introduction of Honeypaw, a beautiful black and white she-cat with honey colored eyes. She teased the boys relentlessly - especially Blazingpaw.
Blazingpaw tried to distance himself from the wily she-cat, but his attempts were futile. She always managed to claw herself back into his life. Moons passed and the tom found himself hopelessly in love with her. He absolutely hated everything about her - is what he told himself - but the moment she gave him a glance his knees began to shake, his heart would pound, and his fur grew hot. He was in deep.
But as Starclan would have it Lightningpaw won. He got the girl. Blazingpaw was too mean, too inconsiderate, too goddamn worthless to deserve any sort of happiness - which is why he found himself grinning at the irony when both of them turned up dead. It was truly malicious of him. He wasn't psychotic - just severely unhinged. The smile was a facade. Inside he was screaming, why. Why would Starclan take them? And he began to laugh, loud and shrew. It was his coping mechanism and later that night, he found himself curled in his nest - tears wetting his cheeks.
After that night he tossed away the key.
He was locked up - for good.
He was the runt of the litter.
There were three of them in total. Lightningkit, Mistykit, and Blazingkit were born to Tawnysong and Blazingfire. Unfortunately they never knew their father - the tom died well before they were born. On the other hand they had an overly affectionate mother. Blazingkit couldn't leave the nursery until he was as big as the other kits, and that drove him insane.
"But mama, I wanna play with the others..." The kit pouted, extending his lip in an exaggerated quiver, "It isn't fair." Tawnysong creased her brow and smiled, "Honey, one day you'll be biggest cat in all of Shadowclan - until then you gotta stay right here with me!" The queen affectionately grabbed her son's scruff and tossed him lightly over her shoulder. The startled kit tumbled down the calico's spine and landed in a disheveled heap on the nursery floor. He cast his mother a crooked stare, his eyes narrowing, "Fine."
Blazingpaw grew up teased, bullied, and picked on. The other kits, including his siblings, were malicious. They called him names, played pranks, and constantly picked on him for his size. With each passing day Blazingkit grew angrier and angrier. He stopped looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses. Everything got a lot more - harsh.
At three moons old Mistykit's body was dragged into camp. Blood trickled from two tiny pinpricks at her neck. The next week several other cats began to disappear. Blazingkit tried to pretend he didn't care. Mistykit had been mean to him; just as the others - but a part of him broke that day. He crawled back into himself and shut the door behind him. No one has been able to open him up since.
As apprentices Lightningpaw and Blazingpaw grew fierce. Their rift only widened with the introduction of Honeypaw, a beautiful black and white she-cat with honey colored eyes. She teased the boys relentlessly - especially Blazingpaw.
Blazingpaw tried to distance himself from the wily she-cat, but his attempts were futile. She always managed to claw herself back into his life. Moons passed and the tom found himself hopelessly in love with her. He absolutely hated everything about her - is what he told himself - but the moment she gave him a glance his knees began to shake, his heart would pound, and his fur grew hot. He was in deep.
But as Starclan would have it Lightningpaw won. He got the girl. Blazingpaw was too mean, too inconsiderate, too goddamn worthless to deserve any sort of happiness - which is why he found himself grinning at the irony when both of them turned up dead. It was truly malicious of him. He wasn't psychotic - just severely unhinged. The smile was a facade. Inside he was screaming, why. Why would Starclan take them? And he began to laugh, loud and shrew. It was his coping mechanism and later that night, he found himself curled in his nest - tears wetting his cheeks.
After that night he tossed away the key.
He was locked up - for good.
