TGL- Flamefur

B A S I C

_{Name|| Flamefur
Past Names|| Flamekit, Flamepaw
Gender|| Male
Age|| 3 Cycles
Appearance|| Tawny ginger with a darker back and stripes, dark ears, a lighter underbelly and paws.}

W O R L D

_{Clan|| StreamClan
Rank|| Warrior
Mentor|| Quickwind [Former- graduated]
Apprentice(s)|| N/A
Relationship Status|| Single (suffering heartache)}

D E S C R I P T I V E

_{Affinity|| Lawful Good
Sexuality|| Presumed heterosexual
Scars & Injuries|| Several scars on his chest and muzzle.
Build|| On the larger end of medium, but noticibly well-muscled. His body is streamlined, but slightly front-heavy, which is not entirely weighed out by his fluffy tail.
Breed|| American Shorthair/Somali}

S T A T S

_{Level|| Lvl. 0?
ATT|| 5
DEF|| 5
SP|| 3
END|| 4
TAC|| 3}

L I S T S

Likes||

- Snow
- Small fish (for eating)
- Small fish (in general)
- Strong cats/driven cats

Dislikes||

- Pain
- Having to make hard decisions
- Mussels/Clams
- Boring cats

Fears||

- Large birds (storks, herons, etc.)
- Dying in drought
- Being put on the spot

Random Facts||

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E X P O S I T I ON

Personality||

[ Logical; Thoughtless] [ Good-Natured; Oblivious] [ Steadfast; Muleish] [ Passive; Not a Go-Getter]

Flamefur doesn't really live up to his prefix. If anything, he's more of an ember, burning cool but steady. He would rather go with the flow than oppose anyone, not necessarily for the sake of pleasing others, but because he cannot be bothered. He is not, and has never been, good at forming relationships. He may be an adept warrior, but many things remain a mystery to him, social dynamics being at the top. He rarely approaches others of his own volition, and tends to be a little closed around them. It's not that he's particularly shy (well, maybe a little bit,) but he won't initiate conversation, or share anything without previously being asked. He is fairly easy-going and quite witty, so holding a conversation is not a problem for him. It's just starting them that gets him.

When around those he is comfortable with however, as exampled by his friendship with Frozenheart, he is very accommodating and surprisingly loyal. He finds it easier to socialize with cats who have strong personalities, especially because his own is so weak. He doesn't take many things to heart and can stand teasing, but gets quite stubborn when challenged or argued with. He is not terribly open-minded, and often gets stuck in one line of thinking.

Flamefur tends to think with his head more than his heart, because he is easily swept away by his own emotions. He has no real experience with strong feelings, and tends to get a little iverwhelmed by them, be they his one of another's. For himself, he would rather push everything down in the moment and then mull it over/daydream about it in private.

History||

[Kithood]

Flamekit was born the only living kit to a pair of aging mates. Rabbitfoot and Rippleheart had born more than one litter before him, and he would be their last. They named him for the color of his pelt, and in the hope that he would burn bright like a flame, lighting up the tribe. He grew up strong and healthy and well-loved, never wanting for anything. He considers himself extremely lucky in that respect.

[Apprenticeship]

Training turned out to be a bit of a letdown for Flamepaw. For him, everything was easy. Hunting and fighting seemed to come naturally to him, and he often had trouble understanding why his fellow apprentices struggled with it. All you had to do was mimic some moves, and your mentor would praise you. Even his own mentor, Quickwind, who was young and often distracted, found time to praise him on his strength. In fact, Quickwind was soon boasting about having the strongest apprentice in the Clan; and his claim weren't that far fetched. Flamepaw was proving himself adept not only at fighting, but hunting as well. He was well-mannered too, rarely complaining when it was his turn to clean out the dens or check the elders for ticks.

But despite being a bit of a favorite among the older cats of the Clan, Flamepaw was oddly ambition-less. In fact, sometimes it seemed he had no drive whatsoever. He wasn't lazy, not by any means, and he always did what he was told, but he lacked the desire to succeed that the other apprentices had. It was something even his flighty mentor noticed, and was the cause of discussion more than once. Quickwind might have been young, but he didn't just want his apprentice to succeed, he wanted him to be happy as well.

There was a time, though short, where the option of medicine cat apprentice was brought up, and Flamepaw seriously considered it. But, while he found no special gratification in being a warrior, and had no strong desire to become leader or anything, he decided that becoming a medicine cat was not the path for him. Besides, he didn't want to be separated from his fellow apprentices. Particularly one female.

Frozenpaw he considered to be his best friend. Where he was the most adept of the apprentices, she was near the very bottom, only just below her brother, Rainpaw. But her feisty personality  and clear ambitions were the exact opposite of Flamepaw. It fascinated him. She worked so hard, yet she was so bad at... Pretty much everything. Almost without noticing it, he had begun trying to push her, trying to see how far she would go. At first it was subtle things, making sure she was watching when he performed the more complicated moves, trying to show by example and maybe encourage her to try harder, if only to beat him. Over time though, as the two grew closer, he began to give her tips verbally, even privately tutoring her on harder moves. And to his amazement, it worked. Frozenpaw improved at an astounding rate under his careful instruction. And when he realized this, or some time thereabouts, was when his feelings of admiration began to turn into something else.

From there on, Flamepaw did what any cat would do around their crush; he tried to impress her. He hardly noticed he was doing it, and at first, it wasn't obvious. But on one otherwise unremarkable day, Flamepaw went too far in his efforts. He had been paired with Rainpaw for the day's battle training, and he had gotten a little cocky. More than a little. He was teasing poor Rainpaw with his moves, feinting and dancing and swatting him over the ears, being a general nuisance. He kept glancing over his shoulders too, at where Frozenpaw was training, secretly hoping she was watching. Fed up with his fellow apprentice, Rainpaw was the one to strike the first blow with unsheathed claws. While Flamepaw was distracted, he lashed out and grazed the side of Flamepaw's cheek. It was a shallow scratch, not even enough to really bleed, but it stung, and Flamepaw reacted instinctively. He struck back in anger, mirroring Rainpaw's blow, but his was on target. This scratch was deep enough to draw blood, and did immediately. The metal odor of blood filled the air.

Before Flamepaw could think, ---paw was on him. She bowled him over with shocking force, hissing like she meant business. Flamepaw fought back, but her anger was too strong for him to escape. Finally, they were pulled apart manually by the adults. Tallear was furious, and Quickwind was heavily disappointed. He had expected so much better from his apprentice.

Flamepaw barely had time to catch a glimpse of Rainpaw fleeing before he and Frozenpaw were hauled off to the medicine cat's den. Frozenpaw had an eye that would probably never heal well enough to see right again, and he himself had ripped muzzle and several deep claw marks on his chest. The two of them were confined to camp for the duration of their healing, as punishment for their actions. Flamepaw might have thought this was a little excessive, but he wasn't going to complain.

In total, it took them a moon to heal. To the point of being able to return to training, anyway. For the first week, Flamepaw avoided his friend. It wasn't hard. With them both in and out of the medicine cat's den and doing punishment duties in between, it was easy to make it look like chance. Flamepaw was ashamed of himself and his actions, and afraid that Frostpaw would hate him now, both for wounding her brother and for permanently injuring her eye. When they finally did talk though, he was surprised to find that she wasn't mad at all. In fact, she seemed far to preoccupied to care at all. And Flamepaw could only watch the drama from the sidelines as the bond between her and her father continued to deteriorate. From then on, he vowed, he would be the best friend he could be, for her.

[Warrior]

The two of them trained hard for the remainder of their apprenticeship, and Flamepaw made sure to teach Frozenpaw everything he knew, so they could stay side by side. Being the oldest though, Flamepaw graduated before either Frozenpaw or her brother, even with the extra moon of healing tacked on. Still, he did his best to stay with Frozenpaw, encouraging her and training her in secret. When she received her warrior name as well, he was more proud by far than he had been for his own ceremony. Finally, they were warriors together, and nothing could stand in their way.

Despite this, things seemed to stay the same between him and Frozenheart. He was too passive and too afraid to confess his feelings to her, and his secret hope that she might say something first never came to fruition. He began to think that maybe they were better off as just friends, and slowly, began to give up hope.

He had thought things would continue this way, but one night, almost a year and a half after Frozenheart's warrior ceremony, everything changed. Frozenheart came home after a small snow squall with an unreadable look on her face, and obviously very upset. She didn't speak to Flamefur about what had happened, but came to him all the same. Wanting to cheer her up, he took her out for a walk.

They chatted for a long time, about nothing in particular, and slowly Frozenheart seemed to lighten. They began to joke, and then dare each other to do silly things. Roll in the snow, like a tree, things like that. Eventually they wound up wrestling like kits, chasing each other through the snow until they finally came to rest with Flamefur standing over Frozenheart, looking down at her. His heart thudded, and quickly, before he could lose his courage, he blurted out the one thing he had been wanting to say for more than a season-cycle.

Her response surprised him. Not in a bad way, but in a baffling one. Later, looking back, he would realize that it was probably because of his nervousness that he had mumbled, and she had misheard. His request, 'become mates with me', had been taken to mean something much less permanent. At the time, he had no idea. But it soon became clear.

Frozenheart stopped talking to him after that night. She never said why. She just drifted away, and Flamefur was left wondering at her answer. Finally, it was clear that she had no interest in being close to him anymore, and he gave up the idea. Frozenheart would remain a kithood crush that never came to fruition.

[RP History]

Currently, Flamefur is still very much shaken up by Frozenheart. He has not gotten over her, but he has moved on from the ideal that she might become his mate. He goes on with his duties, and tries not to be too awkward around his former love. It seems that he could really use a friend right about now.

P L A Y E R

Timezone|| EST
Preferred Medium|| Chat or Skype
Secondary Medium|| Google Doc
Unaccepted Medium(s)|| Notes
Skype Username|| Ask me!
RP Example||

At first, Leif was oblivious to the other cat's notice. But a glance back to the singer, totally by chance as he was quite wrapped up in his own little charade, and he caught the male's eye. With a mischievous grin, he timed in a formal little bow to the performer and began to match up their steps into the more complicated version of the dance that was being demonstrated.

Now, any normal cat would be humiliated to be caught singing aloud in public, much less dancing along as well. Leif was not a 'normal' cat though, and he was happy to tread the path farthest from ordinary. He mirrored the motions of the other cat, throwing in his own embellishments, and did his best not to steal the floor out from beneath the singer. After all, this cat was the one getting paid, and Leif was not even a professional dancer. So when he remembered, (if he wasn't enjoying himself too much at the moment,) he'd slip in a nod and a wink, step back and skirt the sidelines of the makeshift stage, or try a little harmonizing instead. The latter of which he wasn't terribbly good at, and gaveup on quickly lest he scare away the customers.

"The trick, it had worked!
Grimal’s plan had succeeded
And that night she had all the food that she needed."

For the final stanza of the song, he let the street cat step in and do his thing, to try and get the most out of his audience. And the tom did not disappoint. With a leap and a spin that Leif found quite admirable, the song came to a close. Though he couldn't resist singing along with the final lines, quietly. "For we all know well, when a fish sees a cat, it knows better than to stay and have a nice little chat!" And then he found himself laughing, purely out of joy at what he'd just participated in. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had that much fun! Which, he supposed, was a little bit sad, but he really had enjoyed singing along.

He puttered around while the male wrapped up his show, pitching in a bit to help collect the few coins that were tossed his way in appreciation, and passing them on the real performer. He was getting the feeling that he'd met this cat somewhere before, so he wasn't terribly surprised when he was addressed. "Ah, well, it is one a' my favorite songs," he confessed, a little bit sheepishly. "Brings back memories from the good 'ol days, ya know how it is."

Turning his expression coy now, he added, "But you certainly got yerself some fans there, if that janglin' purse is anythin' to go by. What're you plannin' to do with your newfound fortune?" Under normal circumstances, he'd have offered to take the male out for a drink himself, (or a snack, since he didn't generally partake of the booze,) but he figured that when the opportunity to mooch presented itself, he wasn't going to stop flirting just to be a gentleman. He could always pay for himself, if it came to that. Always good to have a plan B.

R E L A T I O N S

Family||

Unnamed (NPCs) // Sibs // StreamClan
Rabbitfoot (NPC) // Father // StreamClan
Rippleheart (NPC) // Mother // StreamClan

Relationships||

Neutral/Unsure
Admiration/Aesthetic Attraction
Positive Feelings/Like
Friend
Good Friend
Family/Love
Romantic Attraction/Crush
Dislike/Discomfort
Hate/Fear

[Frozenheart]
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_{I still... I really like her. There's no getting around that. But I guess things are over between us, so I'm going to have to accept that. I just wish she would talk to me...}