Post by Smokestar on Aug 10, 2016 22:26:18 GMT
Smokestar of FlareClan
Name : Smoke | star
Named After : Her smoky black fur
Previous Names : Smokekit, Smokepaw
Gender : Female
Attracted To : Both genders, but she shows little to any romantic feelings towards anyone.
Blood : FlareClan
Clan : FlareClan
Rank : Leader
Previous Ranks : Kit, Apprentice, Warrior, Deputy
Religion : XXX
Age : XXX
Birthday : April 11th
Sun Sign : Aries the Ram
Birthstone : Diamond
Theme Song : XXX
Face Claim : XXX
Eye Color : Smoky gray
Build : Medium-height, with long legs and a tall tail. Lean with powerful muscles along her body, though is very slim.
Breed : Bengal
Fur Length : Short and prickly
Pelt : Charcoal black fur with cream tabby markings. Around her muzzle is cream, and above her eyes as well. Her tail fades from dark coal to a more silver color.
Other : She has a long claw mark starting from around her left ear, down her face(just missing her eye) and her flank, and then going all the way to her left hind leg.
Personality
Kithood Days
In the FlareClan nursery, a queen by the name of Vixentail had given birth to four kits. One was stillborn, reducing the number down to three. The medicine cat looked over the weak Vixentail and her sickly kits, and murmured to the Clan that no one would live from the litter entirely. The father, a tomcat called Buzzardglide, was stricken with grief and kept his time as far away from the nursery as possible despite the fact his mate was dying.
The kits were named by a sleepy Vixentail in her last, delirious moments. The medicine cat had placed cold moss against the feverish she-cat's forehead as she meowed illusions to the nearby cats -- her sister, Pouncefoot and her niece Flowerpaw. "I smell smoke," Vixentail cried out suddenly. "Is there a fire? There must be a fire! A f-fire... please... the fire is... there is so much smoke...."
"Shh, don't speak, Vixentail." Pouncefoot pleaded, but the queen didn't seem to hear her.
"We're all going to die," Vixentail whispered, beginning to pant. Her body shook as she tried to keep her head up. "My... kits... name them. Their names... this one...." Her tail touched the youngest. "Cracklekit. Fire is crackling. And this one... Blazekit. And... a-and...." Her breathing began to become ragid. "The o-oldest is... i-is... S-Smokek-k-ki...." And her head fell.
The medicine cat pronounced her den. Buzzardglide was horrified, a sullen figure hiding out at the edge of the camp. Vixentail was buried. A day later, Blazekit joined his mother in death. Yet, miraculously, Cracklekit and Smokekit survived.
The two kits were steadily recovering, being fed by the older queen Speckledflower.(or, perhaps message me if you'd like a character to have been born around this time, and possible grew up with Smokestar. Then, I'll change the mother and probably any of their friendship and such.)
When the medicine cat and Pouncetail and told the good news to Buzzardglide, their father, the tomcat only gave them a blank stare. Then he turned away. "They'll die before too long." And never spoke to either Smokekit or Cracklekit after that.
Apprenticeship Days
Smokepaw and Cracklepaw were excited for their apprentice days, although it was quick to see the difference between the sister and brother. Where as Smokepaw was the first born, a strong and powerful she-cat who tore across the desert at great speed, Cracklekit was a small and weak tomkit who often fell under sickness and feverish illusions like Vixentail had experienced. He became a running joke among FlareClan for his weakness, and Smokepaw didn't even notice among her own praise woven into the jabs. Cracklepaw was faltering behind the scenes.
Easily, Cracklepaw was long forgotten by his older sister. She was whispered to become a great warrior. Her hunting was amazing, her battle skills to be even equal to the leader(by warriorhood), and her speed and agility could easily dodge the deadly scorpions and vipers hidden in the sand. While Cracklepaw was a walking disaster.
Then came the fateful day Smokepaw decided to pay attention to Cracklepaw, as the apprentices dared to compete against one another on one of the hottest days of green-leaf. They chose to race to Scorpion's Cross, and Smokepaw turned and challenged Cracklepaw first, her amused smile joined by laughter from the other apprentice's. She knew he wouldn't win. The race was on. Smokepaw easily excelled faster, Cracklepaw's heavy breathing sounding behind her pawsteps. When she had only reached the half-way point, the young she-cat turned around, not seeing her brother in sight. Then, a scream.
The apprentices were all circling Cracklepaw in horror, watching the rattlesnake slip away into the sand, leaving a haunting trail in it's wake. Blood fell from the black tomcat's flank as he writhed on the ground, and Smokepaw was absolutely terrified. As all the apprentices raced off for help, she sat down next to her dying brother and rested her muzzle against his trembling head in silence, until the moment his breathing stopped altogether. When warriors came into sight, Smokepaw was gone, and all that remained was the horrifying sight of a dead brother.
"That's exactly what I told you!" Buzzardglide had screeched as Smokepaw had entered the camp, the time now dusk. The Clan was all in one group, the limp body of Cracklepaw set up for vigil. Pouncefoot was facing her father as if they were dueling. "Those kits were going to die all along! They were all meant to... it's going to happen! I told you he would die, and he did! Now you want me to get close to THAT one? So I can suffer again when she goes to WhisperClan? I don't think so!"
Smokepaw silently slunk towards the apprentice's den, ignoring Pouncefoot's reply. "You've never been there at all during their life! Cracklepaw didn't even know your name, let alone what you looked like! All you have left is Smokepaw! All she has left for a parent is YOU! Her brothers are dead, her mother is dead, but you're still ALIVE!"
Buzzardglide didn't see her anytime after that, either.
Warrior Days
Becoming a warrior, Smokedrift was still receiving praise for her skills. Cats often murmured she would make an amazing deputy and leader, in the horrible incident one of them pbutted on. She never commented on such things, finding much time in solitude. Her only good friend, her cousin Flowerfur, was the only child of Pouncefoot and was the only cat who ever truly interacted with the real Smokedrift.
A moon went by, and Pouncefoot found herself attacked by a scorpion. She had enough strength to limp her way back to camp with the help of her patrol, but died in the clearing beside Flowerfur. Later, Smokedrift returned from hunting to find the vigil of her aunt, the only living family member who ever truly took care of her. From then on, Flowerfur lost his touch with his cousin, and the two separated as friends.
Smokedrift was eventually given an apprentice. Little Rattlepaw was an odd kitten, and named after the killer of her brother made Smokedrift uneasy. But he was a quick learner, and grew up well-taught.
A battle alone the border cut into the peace, however, as a MoonClan warrior instigated a battle along the border line. Smokedrift was leading a patrol with Flowerfur, Rattlepaw, and two other warriors at her command. During the battle, that same MoonClan warrior killed her cousin. And in revenge, Smokedrift took his life, and sat beside Flowerfur as he bled out from his wounds. Skidding into the clearing as the MoonClan cats fled, a second patrol of FlareClan came upon a bloody scene. Buzzardglide was there, and he didn't even glance at his daughter, only stared coldly at Flowerfur's coughing body as he was giving his last breaths. "All Vixentail's family is meant to die," he said aloud. "I should have figured this out when Pouncetail had died. Now Flowerfur is gone. There is one left."
Smokedrift raised her head, a sharp look in her smoky gray eyes. "I'm not going to die." she growled.
Buzzardglide, for the first time in a long time, met her gaze. "It's fate."
"If you truly believe in such a fickle thing as fate controls our paws, I pity you." the charcoal Bengal meowed in a strong voice. FlareClan warriors seemed to take up a crowd around her. "What a bland life you live." Flowerfur's head fell upon Smokedrift's paws. The she-cat gave the dead cat's ear a farewell lick. "He is dead."
Buzzardglide hummed as if that confirmed his prediction entirely. Smokedrift ignored him.
A few moons later, Smokedrift was proud to stand beside Rattlepaw as he was given his warrior name. Rattlesound was just as excited, bouncing around on his paws beside his siblings. Smokedrift offered a rare smile at him. And then she was approached by the Clan leader, Glarestar.
"It's an interesting experience," Glarestar chuckled as he took a seat beside Smokedrift. Ratltesound and his siblings went to the Clan entrance to sit vigil, guarding their clanmates who were going to their nests to sleep. Smokedrift gave him a wary look. "Watching the apprentice you've trained for many moons become a warrior."
Smokedrift only nodded. Glarestar met her gaze. "You've mentored an apprentice. You're available to become deputy."
"Foxclaw is still deputy," Smokedrift responded.
Glarestar blinked. "He is old. Foxclaw has been talking about retirement."
"I'm a young warrior, still."
Glarestar frowned. "You'd be deputy for many, many moons then."
She glared at him. "I hate cats who try to hide what they want to say." she hissed.
He chuckled then, "So do I. Foxclaw is retiring. I need a strong warrior the Clan will accept as my new deputy. You are spoken highly of, and have mentored an apprentice. I've already discussed it with Foxclaw and my medicine cat, and they both have suggested you more than once."
Smokedrift took a deep breath. She turned her full attention towards the FlareClan leader. "You know, I'm predicted to die."
He was laughing again. Then, Glarestar's golden eyes turned cold. "Aren't we all?"
Deputy Days
Foxclaw retired, and Glarestar named Smokedrift his deputy. The Clan was happy for her, accepting the choice easily. Even though Smokedrift was a prickly cat, who wasn't much of a social butterfly, she was easily a strong warrior to trust in and gave orders cats could believe in without question. Glarestar trusted her well.
Then came the day a battle against AquaClan took place. It was a horribly bloody battle, and Smokedrift was stuck watching Glarestar lose his eighth life. Then, once the battle had ended and FlareClan had lost, Smokedrift found herself staring at the limp form of a familiar cat. She touched Buzzardglide's black fur with a paw, checking for any breathing, and sighed when she found none. "Fate, huh?" she growled, turning away. Rattlesound was then at her side, offering the she-cat a pelt to lean against. Smokedrift frowned. "How annoying that he'll believe fate took his life."
Rattlesound tilted his head curiously, a sullen look in his pale blue eyes. "Maybe it was?" he questioned.
Smokedrift scoffed at that. "I don't care to know. Dead it dead. Whether 'fate' took his life, or the physical claws of an AquaClan warrior, it doesn't matter to me. He's gone."
A long time later, Glarestar finally lost his last life. And Smokedrift took her trip to receive her nine lives.
Vixentail - "I give you the life of a mother's love."
Snakekit - "I give you the life of loyalty."
Blazekit - "I give you the life of curiosity."
Cracklpaw - "I give you the life of endurance."
Pouncefoot - "I give you the life of protection."
Flowerfur - "I give you the life of nobility."
Foxclaw - "I give you the life of selflessness."
Buzzardglide - "I give you the life of faith."
Glarestar - "I give you the life of bravery."
Leader Days
Current.
[NPC] Positive Feeling [!] Negative Feeling [*] Neutral Feeling [...] Unsure Feeling [?] Deceased [X] Relationship ()
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Mother : Vixentail [NPC][...][X]
Father : Buzzardglide [NPC][*][X]
Siblings : Cracklepaw (second oldest) [NPC][...][X] Blazekit (third oldest) [NPC][...][X] Snakekit (youngest) [NPC][...][X]
Aunts/Uncles : Pouncefoot (aunt) [NPC][!][X]
Extended Family : Flowerfur (cousin) [NPC][!][X]
Acquaintances : XXX
Friends : Glarestar [NPC][!][X]
Best Friends : XXX
Crushes : XXX
Mate : XXX
Enemies : XXX
Interesting Facts
- Smokestar has watched 5 cats die in her life, four she sat with at death. Vixentail, Blazekit, Cracklepaw, Flowerfur and Glarestar(twice - one time, she HAD sat with him at death, so technically you could count all five cats for the above number)
- She's only trained one apprentice in her whole life. Rattlesound.
- Smokestar just doesn't feel love towards anyone. It's there, but not enough to control her emotions to grief. She didn't grieve over anyone dying in her life. She's unable to.
