Post by Riley on Aug 13, 2020 0:20:13 GMT
Name: Flare
Desired Name: Flarespark
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank: Loner
Age: 37 moons
Birth Moon: Fire Moon of 2018
Sex: Tom, He/His
Appearance: When put side to side with his mother, it's very obvious who Flare takes after. He's a ginger tabby with mountains of fluff. Not quite as much as his mother, but enough to quality his fur length as medium rather than long. Flare has the kind of eyes that in the right lighting they appear green, but most of the time they're more of a yellow/amber color.
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Personality: Flare grew up listening to the stories about the ancient Clans from an elderly cat that lived in a den near his family, and the stories of heroes has inspired him enough that he has attempted to emulate them in his every day life. If prey is short, he will give his share to his family and any neighbors that need it. If there's danger in the forest he lives, he will try to protect everyone he can until the danger is gone.
The only parts of the stories he can't agree with is the 'defend your territory against trespassers', 'scorn kittypets' thing. Why WOULDN'T he try to help everybody he could? What made kittypets and loners like him any different from those Clan cats, aside from where they were born? It makes him glad, though he feels incredibly guilty for this, that the Clans aren't around anymore. He doesn't understand how any group that was supposedly founded on honor and nobility could be that selfish.
History: Flare's mother is Violet, a former kittypet whose housefolk regularly took in injured strays and healed them until they could be released. That was how she met Jay, who would eventually become Flare's father. Jay had gotten into a fight with a couple of alleycats who'd ganged up on him, and Violet brought him to her housefolk.
Jay was the kind of prideful loner who refused to eat the kittypet slop the twolegs tried to feed him. He wasn't very nice to Violet at first, but that changed when she brought him a freshly killed mouse from her garden. With each piece of fresh-kill she brought, he grew warmer to her. And though he never much expressed it verbally or with his facial expressions, he expressed it in other ways. Jay had been a traveler from a young age, and he told Violet stories of everything he'd seen. He told her of mountains that were taller than the tallest trees, a giant body of water that was so huge you couldn't see the other side. Once his injuries healed enough, he even trained her a bit. Or as much training as he could do without hurting himself more. He improved her hunting technique and even taught her a little bit of fighting, though in that it was clear her heart wasn't in it. Killing prey was one thing; hurting another cat was another. Strangely Jay didn't actually mind that.
They fell in love, Violet got pregnant, and they were abandoned on the side of a road. Luckily it was Newleaf and they didn't have any problems feeding themselves, even with Violet getting slower as she grew rounder. When Violet gave birth, it was to a single ginger tomkit they named Flare. Partly for his fur but also partly because they were in a heatwave.
For the first while of his life, Flare was like any other kit. He was curious about the world beyond the small clearing his family called home. His mother wouldn't let him out of her sight when they were outside of their den, even when Jay was there to keep the bad things away. As soon as Flare was weaned from his mother's milk, he started learning how to hunt. Flare had a knack for it and picked up techniques almost as soon as Jay taught them.
It was fighting he had issues with. Jay started with the basics once Flare was eight moons old and was big enough to hold his own. He tried to get it, he really did! It wasn't even like when Violet was learning to fight. Flare WANTED to learn, but it just didn't come naturally to him. And he hated that. If he couldn't fight then he couldn't protect Violet when Jay was gone hunting or was just gone. And if he couldn't protect Violet then what good was he?
One day when he was old enough to hunt by himself, Flare did just that, and came across a cat he'd never met before. She was old, older than any cat he'd ever seen. Her muzzle was gray, her fur was unkempt, and her eyes were only just starting to go milky like she was losing her sight. At first she tried to scare him off, but Flare could smell her fear and let her know he wouldn't hurt her. Once she was convinced, she introduced herself as Suzie. She'd been a kittypet, but her housefolk had died and she was left to fend for herself. Now she was just waiting to die.
Flare immediately wanted to help her. Something deep inside him urged him to help her. So he stalked and caught a squirrel and brought it to her, and told her he wouldn't let her die so easily. Suzie was amused at his earnestness and said he reminded her of the old stories she'd heard as a kit.
That was the first time Flare heard about the Clans, and it wouldn't be the last. Every day Flare brought Suzie at least one piece of freshkill, and every time she told him the legend of the Clans. Warriors who fought together and hunted together and cared for their young and old. The stories fascinated Flare, and he asked why the Clans had died out.
That was the first and last time Suzie told him about the Great Battle. While many of the tales of the Clans had been distorted over time, that was one tale that all who knew remembered perfectly. The sheer violence and carnage of that single night had stained the very memory of the forest. Some say the spirits of the cats that died there still walk among the living, waiting for more victims to fall to their claws.
Mother: Violet, Loner, Former kittypet. 50ish moons.
Father: Jay, Loner. 50-60 moons.
Full Siblings: Gale, Loner, 5 moons, Brother. Spider, Loner, 5 moons, Brother. Melody, Loner, 5 moons, Sister.
Offspring: None.
Desired Name: Flarespark
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank: Loner
Age: 37 moons
Birth Moon: Fire Moon of 2018
Sex: Tom, He/His
Appearance: When put side to side with his mother, it's very obvious who Flare takes after. He's a ginger tabby with mountains of fluff. Not quite as much as his mother, but enough to quality his fur length as medium rather than long. Flare has the kind of eyes that in the right lighting they appear green, but most of the time they're more of a yellow/amber color.
Reference photo
Personality: Flare grew up listening to the stories about the ancient Clans from an elderly cat that lived in a den near his family, and the stories of heroes has inspired him enough that he has attempted to emulate them in his every day life. If prey is short, he will give his share to his family and any neighbors that need it. If there's danger in the forest he lives, he will try to protect everyone he can until the danger is gone.
The only parts of the stories he can't agree with is the 'defend your territory against trespassers', 'scorn kittypets' thing. Why WOULDN'T he try to help everybody he could? What made kittypets and loners like him any different from those Clan cats, aside from where they were born? It makes him glad, though he feels incredibly guilty for this, that the Clans aren't around anymore. He doesn't understand how any group that was supposedly founded on honor and nobility could be that selfish.
History: Flare's mother is Violet, a former kittypet whose housefolk regularly took in injured strays and healed them until they could be released. That was how she met Jay, who would eventually become Flare's father. Jay had gotten into a fight with a couple of alleycats who'd ganged up on him, and Violet brought him to her housefolk.
Jay was the kind of prideful loner who refused to eat the kittypet slop the twolegs tried to feed him. He wasn't very nice to Violet at first, but that changed when she brought him a freshly killed mouse from her garden. With each piece of fresh-kill she brought, he grew warmer to her. And though he never much expressed it verbally or with his facial expressions, he expressed it in other ways. Jay had been a traveler from a young age, and he told Violet stories of everything he'd seen. He told her of mountains that were taller than the tallest trees, a giant body of water that was so huge you couldn't see the other side. Once his injuries healed enough, he even trained her a bit. Or as much training as he could do without hurting himself more. He improved her hunting technique and even taught her a little bit of fighting, though in that it was clear her heart wasn't in it. Killing prey was one thing; hurting another cat was another. Strangely Jay didn't actually mind that.
They fell in love, Violet got pregnant, and they were abandoned on the side of a road. Luckily it was Newleaf and they didn't have any problems feeding themselves, even with Violet getting slower as she grew rounder. When Violet gave birth, it was to a single ginger tomkit they named Flare. Partly for his fur but also partly because they were in a heatwave.
For the first while of his life, Flare was like any other kit. He was curious about the world beyond the small clearing his family called home. His mother wouldn't let him out of her sight when they were outside of their den, even when Jay was there to keep the bad things away. As soon as Flare was weaned from his mother's milk, he started learning how to hunt. Flare had a knack for it and picked up techniques almost as soon as Jay taught them.
It was fighting he had issues with. Jay started with the basics once Flare was eight moons old and was big enough to hold his own. He tried to get it, he really did! It wasn't even like when Violet was learning to fight. Flare WANTED to learn, but it just didn't come naturally to him. And he hated that. If he couldn't fight then he couldn't protect Violet when Jay was gone hunting or was just gone. And if he couldn't protect Violet then what good was he?
One day when he was old enough to hunt by himself, Flare did just that, and came across a cat he'd never met before. She was old, older than any cat he'd ever seen. Her muzzle was gray, her fur was unkempt, and her eyes were only just starting to go milky like she was losing her sight. At first she tried to scare him off, but Flare could smell her fear and let her know he wouldn't hurt her. Once she was convinced, she introduced herself as Suzie. She'd been a kittypet, but her housefolk had died and she was left to fend for herself. Now she was just waiting to die.
Flare immediately wanted to help her. Something deep inside him urged him to help her. So he stalked and caught a squirrel and brought it to her, and told her he wouldn't let her die so easily. Suzie was amused at his earnestness and said he reminded her of the old stories she'd heard as a kit.
That was the first time Flare heard about the Clans, and it wouldn't be the last. Every day Flare brought Suzie at least one piece of freshkill, and every time she told him the legend of the Clans. Warriors who fought together and hunted together and cared for their young and old. The stories fascinated Flare, and he asked why the Clans had died out.
That was the first and last time Suzie told him about the Great Battle. While many of the tales of the Clans had been distorted over time, that was one tale that all who knew remembered perfectly. The sheer violence and carnage of that single night had stained the very memory of the forest. Some say the spirits of the cats that died there still walk among the living, waiting for more victims to fall to their claws.
[*]Two moons after that story, Suzie dies. Flare buries her and sits vigil and swears to keep the old stories alive.
[*]Violet and Jay have another litter of three kits: Gale, a ginger tabby tom; Spider, also a ginger tabby tom but with patchy stripes like webbing; and Melody, the only she-kit and the only one of the lot of them to take after Jay's black pelt.
Mother: Violet, Loner, Former kittypet. 50ish moons.
Father: Jay, Loner. 50-60 moons.
Full Siblings: Gale, Loner, 5 moons, Brother. Spider, Loner, 5 moons, Brother. Melody, Loner, 5 moons, Sister.
Offspring: None.