The Clan Renaissance

An Alternate Universe Warriors Roleplay

A darkened reflection of his cream-furred mother, Blaze is a small rich ginger tom dipped in white. The majority of his fur is a light orange with darker red stripes most prominent on his face and tail, he echoes his mother in white-socked paws and a white chest. Where he varies a little further from his mother is the added white on his chin and along much of his underbelly, divided from the white bib by a small strip of ginger just below his chest. Still with growing to do, Blaze's figure is small and lanky while his future medium fur retains the short fuzziness of kithood it strives to leave behind. While his eyes are hazel, there is more of a golden hue to them in most lighting, with the green showing through in shadow.

Despite his name, Blaze has always been more of a humble ember, glowing softly in the protective shelter of his mother’s shadow. As a fretful kit with a paranoid and protective mother, he is anxious and dependent. To wander off or adventure is to walk into a den of starved foxes, and to be without a parent is to be without air. Blaze is rarely found alone, and prone to panic when he is. His family is his life, the fur on his back and the air in his lungs.

Even by the calmer side of his father, with his ever-loving mother within a paw’s reach, the message of stranger danger has ingrained itself deeply into young Blaze. Around strangers big or small he is timid and silent, barely squeaking out a response when spoken to. His mother’s anxious paranoia has rubbed off on him, shifting from any semblance of subtlety to a squeeze around his heart.

But fear is not all there is to Blaze. Buried beneath the skittish surface is a sensitive and alert young tom. He is a good tracker and a quick learner, well aware of his surroundings and where he places his paws. He can be affectionate, and even shelters a protective instinct that yearns to surface. Blaze desires to see his family happy and peaceful, but the thought of the change necessary to achieve this stifles him. Change is not Blaze’s friend.

Blaze's earliest memories were of mystery and travel, though not in the way that most might dream. Born to his anxious mother Poppy and reassuring father Jasper alongside his two sisters, all Blaze knew was family: tight knit, but enclosed. The family had been travelling for as long as the little tom could remember, likely even before he was born, and any questions asked were never truly answered. Blaze did not ask many. He and his sisters were loved and cared for, protected...that was all that mattered, right?