Post by dagegen5 on Feb 7, 2018 20:00:57 GMT
Personal Info
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Name: Flashstar
(Flashkit, Flashpaw, Flashjaw, Flashstar)
Age: 85 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Leader
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Visual
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Formal Discription: Flashstar is a brutish looking cat -- perhaps a little stockier than a WindClan cat should be, but no one seems to make fun of that point once they spar with him. It is clear, of course, that this tom is not full-blooded WindClan. Underneath his thick, short coat of fur, his muscles are much like stones -- he's a solid wall of cat, one that is difficult to topple. In this way, Flashstar is grateful of his heritage. He sports a mostly white coat, but has flashes of bright orange-tabby fur, most notably his tail and rump, followed by his ears and forehead splotches. He's generally an unkempt fellow who lets his fur stick out in every which way and leaves his muzzle and nose bridge speckled with spots of caked dirt. This isn't for a lack of effort, of course; the tom will groom himself when it gets obnoxiously over-the-top. He finds that there's a certain intimidation factor that comes with the unruly nature of looking unkempt and 'rough', as he puts it.
Breed: Turkish van coloration; mixed breed otherwise.
Summary Description: A white tom with a red tabby tail and copper eyes.
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Life
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Personality: Emotional is likely the best word to describe Flashstar; he has a good heart, of course, but when it comes to decision making, it definitely becomes his driving force. He's not the most rational individual of the bunch, and will often settle his disagreements with a flaring temper and refusal to listen. Being clever as a fox with a sharp tongue to match, his insults are known to sting and he is not afraid of low blows; minus a few topics, such as a cat's loyalty, nothing is off limits. He seems to make up for his bullheadedness and temper by being a passionate and devoted leader, but those can turn dangerous very quickly in the paws of such a volatile cat, quickly able to turn his churning ire and sensitivity into a motivational weapon. He is not shy to starting conflict and knows exactly how to stir a crowd and make them approve of battle. Despite his flaws, Flashstar is still a compassionate individual who cares deeply about his clan and it was one of the defining qualities that deemed him fit for leadership. He is quick to jump to the defense of his perception of innocence and does not take lightly to apprentices bullying one another, considering his own apprenticehood.
History: Sparkrunner was never really the kind of molly to settle down. There was something about clanlife that left her longing and wanting something more. She was never seen as a fighter nor a hunter; she couldn't track a scent to save her life. But by StarClan, did she love running. The red tabby could never seem to sit still, itching to run ahead of a patrol's moderate pace -- eager to fulfill a desire that she couldn't quite understand herself. As a young warrior, Sparkrunner was known to disappear for long stretches of time, leaving WindClan territory in search for something more, something with substance that didn't make her feel empty inside. Her adventures led her far and wide and she met numerous souls along her way; the she-cat would return to her home with tales abound. Sparkrunner made up an excuse for her first departure, claiming she had heard StarClan's call for her to leave -- perhaps, in a way she had; what else could make her feel like this? -- but eventually, she would just leave and return without batting an eye to the whispers that awoke around her.
She was a wild spirit, one that young Flashkit undoubtedly looked up to as he grew. He relished in his mother's stories of grandeur, listening to the exciting tales of her outwitting mangy dogs that just could never quite catch her tail -- the stories of her perched on a tall pole of naked wood, looking out over an expanse of gray spires that housed smelly twolegs and fearsome rouges. He and his sisters, Gorsekit and Flamekit, made games of her tales. While other kits pretended to be leaders and medicine cats, Flashkit fancied himself an adventurer: the self-proclaimed leader of their tiny explorer's club. Of course, he was to take turns with his sisters, so perhaps he shared the duty a little. Never the matter, it was absolutely Sparkrunner that imbued the young tom with a fiery passion, even if his kithood dreams never exactly took off. His family was tight-nit and close; he undoubtedly remained a momma's boy for the rest of his apprenticeship, always willing to share prey with her and his two sisters.
Of course, Sparkrunner was not respected by her clan; who could, in fact, respect a warrior that abandoned her duties for days on end? Who could respect a warrior that returned to her clan, pregnant with an unknown tom's kits? Certainly they weren't sired by a WindClanner; the kits were stocky and wide-set, lacking the running legs that WindClan prided themselves on. Besides this, Sparkrunner had no one she was close enough to nor did she remain long enough to forge a lasting relationship. While the newly expecting queen wasn't obligated to speak about the father of her kits-to-be, rumors tend to spread like wildfire -- it was always a toss up between another clan's warrior or a rouge. These rumors made life difficult for the newly apprenticed Flashpaw; he and his siblings were treated... differently. They had been mothered and taught by a she-cat who was not vastly loyal to WindClan -- many cats thought them to be potential trouble makers from their birth. Flashpaw's mentor, Whiteblaze, thus set out to make a noble cat, molded anew from tainted clan blood.
Flashpaw's emotional disposition was not helpful to this perception. He fought constantly with his mentor about petty things, fueled by his ostracism by his fellow apprentices and other warriors. His anger bubbled into tear-filled rage at any snide comment that called into question his or his family's loyalty to the clan -- he solved apprentice disputes by throwing his stocky weight around and fighting, defending himself, his sisters and his mother from slander and getting himself into heaps of trouble. Gorsepaw and Flamepaw insisted that he focus on bettering himself as a warrior; they could handle themselves. Talking sense into Flashpaw, of course, never quite works out.
Despite Whiteblaze's prior opinions of Flashpaw and the young tom's confrontational nature, he grew to respect the tom's fiery passion and decided to harness that as opposed to controlling it. No longer did he see the young cat as an outsider, but as a desperate apprentice doing everything he could to prevent alienation. As such, Flashpaw began to flourish underneath Whiteblaze's new form of instruction; they fought much less, arguments becoming playful squabbles over meaningless topics. The bond of trust and respect formed between mentor and apprentice managed to make a formidable warrior out of Flashpaw, the loose cannon. He was named Flashjaw for his ferocity in battle and characteristic fighting tactic of biting down and holding so tightly that he couldn't be shaken off by even the largest ThunderClan warrior.
Sparkrunner left the clan shortly after seeing her kits blossom into skilled warriors. She bid her children farewell, explaining that she used to think that having kits and a functional family would help her to find her meaning in WindClan and fill the emptiness in her heart; while she loved them dearly, that hole never filled. She only truly felt satisfied when she had left her clan behind, living as a nomad; Sparkrunner was resigned to departing and her kits couldn't seem to make her stay. The newly anointed Flashjaw felt both devastated and betrayed by this, isolating himself from Gorselight and Flamewhisker for moons and wallowing in his resentment and heartache. As they were always a close bunch of siblings, it didn't take long for his sister, Gorselight, to reach out to him and with Flamewhisker, they did their best to bring him out of his slump. While his sisters came to understand their mother's decision, Flashjaw never found it in his heart to forgive her.
Flashjaw dedicated himself to his clan and his remaining family after his mother left; with Gorselight's soft and delicate encouragement and Flamewhisker's blunt and honest words, Flashjaw set out to try and fill the hole that remained in his own heart. He volunteered for patrols at all times of the day, offered to take care of the elders and brought food to the queens. His new-found dedication and responsibility did not go unnoticed; shortly after his own apprentice was made into a warrior, the previous deputy had retired to the elder's den and Flashjaw was named as the replacement.
When the previous leader had passed on, Flashjaw received his nine lives for the following values: Ferocity, Loyalty to family, Determination to contribute, Compassion, Soft-heartedness, Protection of innocence, Passion, and Freedom. He would never admit it to anyone, but he was disheartened to not see his mother among those who granted him his lives, assuming that she had died after some time alone in the harsh world. He still resents her decision, but he had wanted to see his mother at least one last time, especially if she had died.
With five of his lives remaining, Flashstar is confident that his reign will continue as prosperous. He has tended to lose his lives in battles with the local wildlife of the area, not quite knowing when to let a fight against a fox or badger end unless it ends up dying.
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Famliy
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Mother: Sparkrunner (Loner/Dead??)
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Gorselight, Flamewhisker
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