Firecall [Shadowclan]

NAME HERE firekit, firepaw FIRECALL
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Age: TWENTY MOONS
Gender: FEMALE
Rank: WARRIOR
Clan: SHADOWCLAN
Short Description: a mostly white calico she-cat with amber eyes.

Appearance:

Born with two other sisters - both of whom were beautiful full calicos, Firecall was always the odd one out with her white pelt and red-orange patches. Long fur is basicly all of Firecall, her body is lean and petite under the heavy fur. However, when ever anyone looks at her - you'd think her to be thick boned, bigger, and that her fur is only medium length. However, the she-cat is quite the runner, having long legs that are completely white. Her back is covered in red-orange fur with smaller patches of black here and there, but for the most part her fur is completely white. Her nose is a very light pink color, but because of a small patch of ginger fur around it, it may appear ginger-pink. i hate appearances

Personality:

They say demons run when a good man goes to war.' It's never been truer then the day young Firecall, as a untrained Firepaw padded to wards the border and was forced into a small border fight with a small group - no more then four - rogues. Shadowclan won their small fight, but they lost the child. A soldier since her youth, Firecall as been nothing but struggling to make it in a clan where she doesn't understand what her destiny is. She's proved herself to be courageous, brave and fierce, in battle, in training and with everything else in life. But does this make her any different from the next cat, not interally, but her fierce personality is something that remains. Throw in her talkive, outgoing and friendly nature, the she-cat is always bubbly and ready for a conversation, however, the downside to her bubbly and out going personality is that she is quite the stubborn she-cat, and will literally butt heads with any cat that so much as makes her comfortable, or puts her out of the conversation. But believe me when I say, if you have a good point this she-cat will listen.

History:
my daddy goes by the name; crowflight
my mommas go by; flickertail
my sisters like it when you call them; poppysong and speckledface
but don't forget my bro; ravenclaw

Crowflight and Flickertail were two Shadowclan warriors who where madly in love with each other. Flickertail had been Crowflight's mentor, and the two had clicked instantly and when Flickertail fell pregnant just before Crowflighter's warrior ceremony, no one batted an eye; because a moon after Crowflight was named a warrior, she gave birth to her kittens. Fours kittens; the eldest being the only tom and looking exactly like his father - Ravenkit. Two twin she-cats, with whom she named Speckledkit and Poppykit. Lastly and mostly white she-cat with orange-red patches, to whom she named Firekit. These four kits, were destinied to be their own individual cats; to have the stars be their finish line, and yet - that time is a long time away. Our story is told from the view of Firekit - now Firecall.

The earliest possible memory I can think of was when I was three moons old. Mama, or Flickertail as I am to call her now, was washing my twin sisters pelts as Ravenkit and I played Shadowclan vs Thunderclan. It was honestly my favourite memory of the two of us. I played the leader of Shadowclan, after many minutes of fusing, Ravenkit was playing the Thunderclan leader and we fought endlessly. 'I will destroy you Firestar!' My brother would scream, and I would lash out, fur fluffed - a fur ball - my mother would say. 'Never you'll have to die first!' I was told I leapt and knocked myself out by smacking my head against the rock next to Ravenkit. My mama woke me not a minute later to see if I was alright and Starclan - was it painful!

I guess I should tell you of the day I was made an apprentice; it was beautiful. Poppypaw was given to Heathersong, Speckledpaw to Lionfang and my brother was given to our father Crowflight. When it came my turn, the leader turned to look at me with a big smile and suddenly I watched the biggest and badass of all the warrior Gorgeclaw, stalk up to me and HE was announced my mentor! I was possibly the only cat excited to have that man as my mentor. I freaked out and nearly ran him over with my excitement. We even started my first day that day - the territory was terrible and he nearly yowled at me for tripping and falling the whole time.

I remember my first border patrol, when we came across four rogues. It was me, Ravenpaw and Gorgeclaw and when the four rogues attacked, I was stunned. I stayed back as Ravenpaw ran head first into the fray and I needed Gorgeclaw to yowl at me for help, to get my butt into gear. So there I was, running head first into the battle. The three of us managed to chase the four off. When we returned, bleeding and torn at, I could hear the soft whispers of the elders - mostly Ivyspots - mumbling something. I was curious and asked her to reply it; Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown in sun. When a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies. Night will fall and the dark will rise. When a good man goes to war. Demons run but count the cost . The battles won but the child is lost

I recite it everyday.

When I was made a warrior; I was only twelve moons old and the first of my siblings to become a warrior. They called me Firecall for my ability to yowl loudly, and charge, like a fire licking at it's prey. So when I spoke, I spoke with pride and Gorgeclaw would purr and tell me I did fine. But it was not long after that, that me and Gorgeclaw had a falling out; he had gone off with a pretty little she-cat and I was heart-broken believe it or not. But I guess that proves to show you that some times you don't realize your in love until it's gone.

I am now 20 moons old; and ready for the world.