Click for ownerName: PALEFLAME
his name is quite odd for him. while his fur is pale in color, the flame is not for his gingery fur, but for his passion in what he does. he keeps it alive with this flame, this tiny flame with in him. this is why he is named paleflame, and this is also why he loves his name. it gives him a mysterious tone to him that not many would notice from the medicine cat side of him.
Age: Forty-Eight Moons
Gender: Male
Breed: unknown
Clan: Frostclan
Rank: Warrior
Eye color: Light Blue eyes.
his eyes are the lightest of blues, like the blue ocean in the sky. his eyes are what light up his whole features. it's from these assets that make the few she-cats that did like him, swoon after him. his eyes are unlike many, they are so deep, they touch his inner soul and transmit his emotions as clear as the fire lapping at the oxygen around it.
Pelt color:Pale creamy ginger tom.
his fur is like the palest of orange, nearly white. the creamy color has faded into the soft white of 6 years. Although that is still pretty young for a cat his fur seems to be turning on him. his head is the darkest of ginger where as, his mid-section is nearly white.
Markings: Tabby M.
the only known marking on his body, other then the scars, his the strange tabby 'M' that common tabbys have in their pelt.
Height: 11 inches
Weight: 12 lbs
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Likes:fighting, healing, blood, frogs, storms, starclan
Dislikes:hunting, killing, pain, dirt, lizards, snow, starclan(sometimes)
Full Personality: Had to be the world of worlds, if you found one cat who's life was not balanced, or remotely balanced, you would more in likely be retard. Paleflame, despite his female sounding name, is one hundred present male, but also, as gentle as the flapping of a hawk's wings, or the flame of a candle licking the oxygen. A perfect balance this tom is, and for that I will open his personality up to those of you who are ready to see. If so, let's begin! why would a cat with such great emotions in and out, be forced to what he is today? could he be that he was hurt emotionally, physically as a younger cat? for that, is a different story. let's start with what you have come to look for. his inner emotions
On the outside, most would see his shallow appearance and judge him based on that, but in truth, even if his voice is forced and sulking, depressing, his eyes are always shinning with a depth of understanding well beyond his forty-eight moons. it could be from the blood shed his parents went through, or for the simple fact that he trusts in no-one but himself. he is that of what a man would be. strong, but at times, naive and easily to fool, tainted by woman's pleasures. Why, do you ask that I mention that Paleflame is like others around him? Because of the simple fact that he is. He will not be completely turn over his thoughts when one mentions they are wrong, in fact he will go out of his way to find the truth, even if it means he can not be with the cats he loves. he has been known to cross borders to get what he wants. but he does have a temper, as much would guess. he will give you a cool calm part of his temper, never, not in a thousand and one days, will he give you the full of his anger, that he keeps bottled up for battle, for WAR! Fighting, it brings chills of both pleasure and pain up and down his spin. why? for it is simple, he likes destruction, but he hates it all the same. a strange love-hate relation ship, if you will.
Birth Day:Birth Clan:Edit to say if any or which one or one you created
Family:stoneclaw, my father, dead.
dovewing, my mother, dead.
brother, steelfur, dead.
brother, quillheart. [playable]
shortstorm, a sister. [playable]
lilyfeather, a in-law. [playable]
dappleheart, ex-best friend, one night stand
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dapplepaw, daughter, white or orange(playable)
steelpaw, son, orange tabby(playable)
nightpaw, nephew, black tom[playable]
History:what is the fun, in letting others tell your story. you can't hear it from another, since they never walked in your shoes before. this case paws. but the point of the matter is that, i have seen demons, have given them a home, have even lost myself in a horrors of tomorrow. but not once, have i regretted my choice. i am the an honorable cat and for that i suffer the things i have done with a smile and a gentle laugh. but where to begin? i guess i could start from the start. the beginning. mother, father, forgive me.
kithood
why, oh why must i replay this terrible part of my life. in fact, it was the worst of the worst. my mother and father were good parents. but they just never really seemed to get the understanding, that I didn't want to be watched. being the eldest, i was always taking the blame. when the owl swooped down and nearly snatched up quillkit? my fault. when the snake nearly bite steelkit, my fault. what about the time the both pushed me into the pound and i nearly drowned? my fault again. although i pleaded that it was my brothers, not me. in fact, i even went as far as pushing them in every now and again. i guess i became aggressive. i grew wiser with my planning, and i soon came to understand, that life wasn't fair, that you lost everything if you didn't move quick enough to catch it.
so what did i really do in those first six moons of life? i ran, i played, i got blamed, i got hurt, i got bashed. the normal kit life. the elders? well they loved to hear my made up stories, of strange cat roaming the woods, cleaning them of the hate and anger that was held within. they would always laugh and ask me the cats name and I would always reply, 'why, palestar of course!' this was my first course of actions. gaining respect from the roots of my clan. starting with the eldest, and the youngest and then working my way to the middle. my friends, lilykit and dapplekit, were always beside me. when my brother weren't of course. but was i in for a shock when i realized their secrets. but for now, we were like the kitties three. the trio, the destruction of frostclan.
so yah, we grew older, dapplekit, lilykit, steelkit, quillkit and I. that was when the leader called on us five kits to join the ranks of APPRENTICESHIP!
apprenticeship
these are the moons to grow, to train, to fall in love and then out of love. but it seemed, that all it did was draw me and my brothers together into the group of two girls. Lilypaw was mentored by my mother Dovewing. Dapplepaw by my father, Stoneclaw. Quillpaw got Dapplepaw's mother, and Steelpaw got Lilypaw's mom. I ended up with a senior warrior named Brackentooth. Her was fierce, mean, and cruel, well that was what others said. but i seemed to be different from his other apprentices, in fact he even invited me to be part of his little friends group once i became a warrior. but i was in hences by my mentor's power. he would fight and take fur by the pawfuls, and still walk off the battle field.
he was my hero, and for my short moons as an apprentice, i believed that! i actually thought he was my father, my dad told me that Brackentooth was dangerous, but i didn't care, oh no, i was rude and heartless to my dad, but like my mentor, i was gentle and caring to wards the clan. it seemed that i was the perfect cat to chat with, to talk with, but my brothers and two best friends saw different. in fact, dapplepaw told me i was turning into a monster. that was when, when, i hurt her, bad. i went for her throat, pinned her down and threaten her with everything in the book, even things a ten moon old apprentice should never say. but she got the message and slowly, i lost one friend, after another.
until i turned the glory age for a warrior. they named me paleflame.
warriorhood
so here is where i laid, by myself at the edge of the den. the only cat that still stayed with me was lilyfeather. she loved me, she told me so. but i could never truly have those feelings for her. but she stayed with me. when dappleheart fell into the clutches of steelfur, and quillheart found a mate, when mother and father had another litter of just one kitten, i took this as a sign that i could easily be replaced. so i took lilyfeather up on that offer to be her mate. but it was too late. her and quillfeather seemed to of left their previous crushes/mates and worked together. and so i was alone. alone and unhappy. so what did i do in those first terrible moons? i practiced with my mentor, my ex-mentor. but one day, in my 19th moon, i got an apprentice, her name was fernpaw. she was pretty, small, cute, and sweet. i treated her with kindness.
brackentooth hated this, and was banished when he tried to attack fernpaw. i protected her, but she never understood me afterwords. i was in the plotting but i had saved her. she was confused. she died though. insanity. she slowly went crazy and i lost her. but she died a moon after she became a warrior, after i trained her gently and slowly. for 9 moons i trained her, and when she was ready, she earned the name fernbelly, and passed away. i was upsets by this, but something happened, something bloody and gory, that made the clan see my loyalty was true. brackentooth returned. he happened upon a patrol with me, my parents and my brothers. brackentooth had a small band of rogues they happened to knock out my youngest brother, but my eldest saw it all go down. brackentooth had three cats hold down my father, sliced his throat, and then another held my mother down. i saved her, i did, i killed brakcentooth, forgetting about everything, only seeing blood.
i guess this was the start of where i was becoming more of a popular choice for deputy. seeing as my mother was deputy now. i was happy, i was excited. i stayed by my mother's side. my youngest brother regretting not being there to fight, but steelfur telling me i did well. soon enough, i found out that he accepted me again, but dappleheart did not. she hated me for what i did to her, but i didn't blame her. but it was that one night in the forest i will never forget, we went out, we fought, and i guess it ended up romantic, she, she begged. i did what she wanted, i was enhanced by her scent and i guess when she was pregnant a moon later, i guessed i was the father. steelfur had no clue. he though they were his, thought so badly, but could never really trust me. when he found out they were mine, he killed himself, taking dappleheart with him. leaving dapplekit and steelkit, as i named them, alone with out a mother. lilyfeather, bless her soul, took them in. even shortstorm, my younger sister, accepted them, accepted me.
my family, once supported me, have now helped me through a lot. Nightpaw, Dapplepaw, Steelpaw. My nephew and children. Lilyfeather, Shortstorm, my sister-in-law and sisters. Quillheart, my brother and truly only my brother.
