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Post by Singedstar on Jan 3, 2010 9:03:53 GMT -5
GENERAL:
NAME Singedstar
AGE 68 moons
GENDER Female
CLAN ThunderClan
RANK Leader
PHYSIQUE
FUR Black.
EYES Dark blue.
MARKINGS None. Just normal black fur.
BODY Average size/height.
SUMMARY A jet black she-cat with blue eyes.
PERSONA
LIKES - Green-leaf.
- Sun.
- Training apprentices.
- Helping her clan.
- Making the right decision.
DISLIKES - Leaf-Bare.
- Snow.
- The cold.
- Fighting.
- Problems.
STRENGTHS - Hunting.
- Leading.
- Teaching.
- Helping her clan mates.
- Keeping calm.
WEAKNESSES - Losing a clan mate.
- Getting lost.
- Disasters in the forest.
- Maintaining friendships.
- Losing an argument.
FEARS - Making a decision that hurts her clan.
- Forgetting something important.
- Clan mates getting hurt by something she can't stop.
- Losing her mind.
- Getting driven out of their territory.
FLAWS - She gets herself into trouble a lot.
- Too soft on kits.
- Won't do anything against the warrior code even if it benefits the clan.
- Doesn't like fighting other cats.
SUMMARY Outwardly, Singedstar is cool and collect. She is not easily angered and is good at keeping her temper under control as well as patiently waiting for cats to explain themselves, or anything she needs them to do. She has a way to divide her mind into categories to reduce stress and pressure put upon her for being leader of ThunderClan. She loves her clan mates. She loves all cats equally, just more gentle and caring to those of her own clan. She greatly admires and adores kits. She wishes for some of her own but she is incapable while being leader of ThunderClan. She knows that path was never chosen for her, but even so, she goes to the nursery often to visit the kits and nursing queens just to see the little bundles of fur that were introduced into the life of a warrior. She finds apprentices and their lack of intelligence, as well as blundering excitement amusing and fun to be around. She is a leader that loves to have fun, as well as working hard. She sometimes trusts a bit too easily, which is a bad flaw in case she misunderstands something that can be a great threat to her clan. She is known to forget things unless reminded twice, but she does admit to her mistakes and is unafraid to apologize to cats of other clans as they are, after all, just cats. She knows that no cat, and no one is perfect. Not perfect at all. But she also knows they like to hear how good they are, and she tries to give them what they like.
Her own wants seem to be very little to her. If she wants something she has to make sure another cat doesn't want it first before taking it. Very patient, she can wait for long periods of time for something to happen. Or she can calm a frantic cat and keep them under control. She finds helping others righteous and the true meaning of the warrior code. What clan they are in doesn't matter to her; they are still cats, through and through. Although she is a bit more wary of rogues who do not live by a code, and can be quite dangerous to any clan cat that happens to come around, she will help them if she has to. She is friendly around nearly all cats, unless they are breaking the warrior code or a rule she has given. She does not believe she has to be overly strict just to get something across. She can be very persuasive, and has a social personality. Still, a natural cat, she would at times like to be left alone. She does have her mood swings, and can even get grumpy like nearly every cat, which is why she likes to be alone around those times. She doesn't want her cats to see her stressed or upset as she knows that will make them upset and possible waver their confidence that they have a cat to keep them safe and to protect them from overwhelming dangers. Although she doesn't want to face them almost as much as any other cats, she knows someone has to do the job, and she is more than willing to because she is the leader of ThunderClan, and one of the only four leaders in the forest.
She does not have a duo, just a slightly different inside personality than outside. On the inside she can get quite annoyed, very easily. When a cat insults her or her clan, she usually has the urge to spit in their face or rip their ears off their heads. She has good self control, which is why she was chosen to be deputy in the first place. She is also inwardly, rather impatient. When an apprentice is just being an arrogant piece of crow-food she wants to say something to them, but usually holds her tongue and waits for another cat to say it. She is greatly amused by small arguments, as long as they don't get out of hand. She is not too fond of battles or blood spattering the air. She does not like when cats get hurt, and doesn't want to see anyone or anything suffering. She is very merciful, and will kill a creature, no matter what it is, rather than leave it to die slowly. She hunts to survive, and not just to get a big pile of fresh-kill. She hunts only what her clan needs to survive. Leave the surplus for the other cats to hunt for, and just focus on the main problem of survival. She doesn't like leaf-bare. She sees leaf-bare as death for cats everywhere, not just from her own clan. When a kit dies she usually gets depressed by it easily. She can't bare how such a young life was cut short before they had a chance to accomplish their dreams, and the grief of the mother is just so much. But each new litter of kits born makes her so happy and excited, as she imagines what their lives will be like.
Despite her calm ways, she is actually frightened quite easily. She is terrified of dogs, two-legs, badgers, and foxes and what harm they could place upon her clan. She hates those bleak, colds looks in their eyes, the blunt claws, giant bodies that could easily crush any cat. She hates the foxes that will eat a kit because it can't hunt for prey that has a chance to escape. She hates badgers and their short-tempered feelings that make them a danger to themselves and everything around them. She hates the selfish behavior of two-legs who invade their home just so they can satisfy their greed for the thick growing trees on the territory, and what they think is better for them and nothing else. She despises dogs for everything they are, and that they find amusement at chasing and hurting and even killing cats. She finds killing to be the most horrible, dishonorable thing any cat could ever do. She has never killed another cat in her life, and doesn't plan on taking one. She does not share these facts with anyone, though, as she does not want to show them how scared she is that one of them may be killed one day because she may have failed from keeping them safe. She believes if anything goes wrong it is her fault, because she is clan leader. When her mind is made up, it's usually impossible to change.
She is not all that peaceful, even though she is nice and gentle, and kind. She can be cold around many cats, and easily angered. Usually, not around cats from her own clan, but sometimes around any other cat that bothers her, no matter who they are. When she is in a bad mood... It's better to catch her when she is happy. Although she doesn't like other cats fighting, when in the midst of the battle, when her blood is up and flowing strongly, she hardly thinks. All she knows is to attack and defend, to chase off the attacker, or whoever dares to threaten her cats. She often loses control in battle, and hurts another cat more than she intended to. She never realizes it until after the battle is over though. She hates losing a battle because it means her cats have been hurt more than they would have if they had won. She often regrets decisions that gets her cats hurt and fears that if she makes the wrong one, one would die because she sent them to fight. She usually hides these feelings from her clan, as she needs to maintain order within ThunderClan, but she feels them many times enough. She is very respectful to most cats, and could never tell a lie. If she had to, she would try and get a clever way to tell them something that wasn't a lie, in case they asked a question that could be harmful, or something they should not know. The warrior code is very important to her.
REFLECTION
FAMILY - Mother: Blackfur-Elder.
- Father: Nightfur-Elder.
FRIENDS/MATE She has no mate and she tries to be friends with every cat in her clan.
HISTORY 68 moons ago. A beautiful gray and black she-cat gave birth to a single kit. Curled up in the corner of the nursery, she gazed down at the black fur and named her Singedkit. The queen and her mate, Nightfur, a very dark gray tom with gray-blue eyes, agreed on the name. For the first day, Singedkit did nearly nothing. She ate and slept, and hardly moved or made a sound. This was not taken seriously, as she was only one day old. And she made up for it quickly. Within the first week she was stumbling around the nursery, tripping over every scrap of moss possible, and every queen and other kit in the den. She was quite clusmy then. She took a long time opening her eyes, but when she did, and first saw the world in full color, she was amazed at how beautiful it was. It was almost too much for her little mind to handle, but the first thing she thought of was going to explore. At her second week, she entered the clearing. She looked around at all the apprentices and warriors, and saw how big they were compared to her. It hardly bothered her though, that they were bigger, as she knew in time, she would be just as big, and maybe bigger! the older kits in the nursery often teased her, but she took it good naturally and teased right back at them. They grew to be good friends, and would play around almost every day and tried to at night when the queens were sleeping. It didn't work too well because they could never manage to play quietly.
When many of her friends were made apprentices, she was introduced to impatience and curiosity. She couldn't wait until it would be her turn! it would be so much fun to go training out in the forest, and learn how to hunt and fight. She wanted to be a better hunter than fighter. Even at her young age she never wanted to feel cats get hurt by her own claws and teeth. She'd rather help them. At two moons old came her first adventure. RiverClan invaded the camp, and she witnessed her first battle. The violence in claws and teeth that flashed from the small gaps between the brambles and thorns of the nursery frightened her, and she stayed back with the others. When a RiverClan warrior entered, she, now being the oldest kit in the nursery after her friends became apprentices, was ready to protect the younger kits. Before she would have been forced to attack, another cat forced it's way into the den and fortunately it was a ThunderClan cat who drove out the RiverClan intruder. The battle went on, until in the end, no clan won as they both lost cats in the battle. Later she found out that one of the old nursery queens had been killed. She grieved along with her old friends for all kits share respect and love for each mother that helps take care of them. A few moons later, she went on another adventure. This time she broke the warrior code, by trying to escape the camp and explore the forest before she had even become an apprentice.
She managed to escape from camp at least. She went out the dirt tunnel and broke through the brambles at the edge of the clearing. Sneaking through the trees for a few fox-lengths she found herself in a strange clearing that seemed to come out from the middle of the forest. Almost immediately she heard a sudden screech, and a dark shadow passed over her. Without even looking, she turned and fled back into bushes, narrowly avoiding an owl as it swooped down upon her. Scared, she realized that this was not a place for kits. As much as she wanted to go out, she knew if she was killed before she could become an apprentice she would never be able to. She snuck back in camp, but she was caught by her mother entering the nursery with a pelt covered with thorns and sand and mud. She was punished. Not badly, because she had already learned her lesson. She grew to be five moons old. Her excitement was overwhelming, but she didn't dare try to escape again. Instead she listened to the stories that the elders told her about the forest and went around pestering any cat that would answer about what it was like. Getting in the way of the warriors and tripping cats as she darted back and forth across; she was like any other mischievous kit. She finally reached her sixth moon. Her waiting paid off as she was made an apprentice at last.
She was apprenticed to a warrior known as Snowheart. Snowheart's fur was white and she had ice blue eyes. She was a good mentor but could be very grumpy at times. Singedpaw learned to not try and annoy her mentor. On her first day of training, she learned the borders and areas of the territory. She learned where not to stray, and where to set her paws. She learned the best places to hunt, although she didn't catch anything. She was very enthusiastic and couldn't wait to begin learning how to hunt. The next day, though, she was trained to fight. She wasn't too excited to learn how best to wound a cat, and which move would hurt them worst. She didn't like how amused her mentor seemed when she spoke about clawing off a cat's ears, or ripping into their belly and their eyes. She wasn't fond of fighting. A few days later, she was glad her mentor had taught her. On a border patrol, she and her clan mates were attacked by a WindClan patrol. She realized, after she fought, that she could not control herself and would just lunge and claw, swipe and slash at any area she could just to chase away the enemy. None of her self control could stop her from hurting the other cat, despite how much she tried. Fortunately, none of her clan mates were hurt badly as the WindClan cats were chased off of ThunderClan territory.
Finally she was learning how to hunt. She enjoyed learning to stalk through fern and leaf to sink her claws into the prey in ThunderClan territory, and to pounce on a mouse or vole that tried to escape her. She liked to bring back prey for her clan mates and even enjoyed the praises and nice words they said to her. She was invited to her first gathering two moons after she became an apprentice. She couldn't believe there were so many cats, even though they made up four clans. She admired the glossy, sleak pelts of the RiverClan warriors. She envied the small, neat bodies of the fast WindClan cats. And she was surprised by how much her pelt looked normal when she talked to a few ShadowClan apprentices. That didn't bother her too much. She * 42 moons ago. A beautiful gray and black she-cat gave birth to a single kit. Curled up in the corner of the nursery, she gazed down at the black fur and named her Singedkit. The queen and her mate, Nightfur, a very dark gray tom with gray-blue eyes, agreed on the name. For the first day, Singedkit did nearly nothing. She ate and slept, and hardly moved or made a sound. This was not taken seriously, as she was only one day old. And she made up for it quickly. Within the first week she was stumbling around the nursery, tripping over every scrap of moss possible, and every queen and other kit in the den. She was quite clusmy then. She took a long time opening her eyes, but when she did, and first saw the world in full color, she was amazed at how beautiful it was. It was almost too much for her little mind to handle, but the first thing she thought of was going to explore. At her second week, she entered the clearing. She looked around at all the apprentices and warriors, and saw how big they were compared to her. It hardly bothered her though, that they were bigger, as she knew in time, she would be just as big, and maybe bigger! the older kits in the nursery often teased her, but she took it good naturally and teased right back at them. They grew to be good friends, and would play around almost every day and tried to at night when the queens were sleeping. It didn't work too well because they could never manage to play quietly.
When many of her friends were made apprentices, she was introduced to impatience and curiosity. She couldn't wait until it would be her turn! it would be so much fun to go training out in the forest, and learn how to hunt and fight. She wanted to be a better hunter than fighter. Even at her young age she never wanted to feel cats get hurt by her own claws and teeth. She'd rather help them. At two moons old came her first adventure. RiverClan invaded the camp, and she witnessed her first battle. The violence in claws and teeth that flashed from the small gaps between the brambles and thorns of the nursery frightened her, and she stayed back with the others. When a RiverClan warrior entered, she, now being the oldest kit in the nursery after her friends became apprentices, was ready to protect the younger kits. Before she would have been forced to attack, another cat forced it's way into the den and fortunately it was a ThunderClan cat who drove out the RiverClan intruder. The battle went on, until in the end, no clan won as they both lost cats in the battle. Later she found out that one of the old nursery queens had been killed. She grieved along with her old friends for all kits share respect and love for each mother that helps take care of them. A few moons later, she went on another adventure. This time she broke the warrior code, by trying to escape the camp and explore the forest before she had even become an apprentice.
She managed to escape from camp at least. She went out the dirt tunnel and broke through the brambles at the edge of the clearing. Sneaking through the trees for a few fox-lengths she found herself in a strange clearing that seemed to come out from the middle of the forest. Almost immediately she heard a sudden screech, and a dark shadow passed over her. Without even looking, she turned and fled back into bushes, narrowly avoiding an owl as it swooped down upon her. Scared, she realized that this was not a place for kits. As much as she wanted to go out, she knew if she was killed before she could become an apprentice she would never be able to. She snuck back in camp, but she was caught by her mother entering the nursery with a pelt covered with thorns and sand and mud. She was punished. Not badly, because she had already learned her lesson. She grew to be five moons old. Her excitement was overwhelming, but she didn't dare try to escape again. Instead she listened to the stories that the elders told her about the forest and went around pestering any cat that would answer about what it was like. Getting in the way of the warriors and tripping cats as she darted back and forth across; she was like any other mischievous kit. She finally reached her sixth moon. Her waiting paid off as she was made an apprentice at last.
She was apprenticed to a warrior known as Snowheart. Snowheart's fur was white and she had ice blue eyes. She was a good mentor but could be very grumpy at times. Singedpaw learned to not try and annoy her mentor. On her first day of training, she learned the borders and areas of the territory. She learned where not to stray, and where to set her paws. She learned the best places to hunt, although she didn't catch anything. She was very enthusiastic and couldn't wait to begin learning how to hunt. The next day, though, she was trained to fight. She wasn't too excited to learn how best to wound a cat, and which move would hurt them worst. She didn't like how amused her mentor seemed when she spoke about clawing off a cat's ears, or ripping into their belly and their eyes. She wasn't fond of fighting. A few days later, she was glad her mentor had taught her. On a border patrol, she and her clan mates were attacked by a WindClan patrol. She realized, after she fought, that she could not control herself and would just lunge and claw, swipe and slash at any area she could just to chase away the enemy. None of her self control could stop her from hurting the other cat, despite how much she tried. Fortunately, none of her clan mates were hurt badly as the WindClan cats were chased off of ThunderClan territory.
Finally she was learning how to hunt. She enjoyed learning to stalk through fern and leaf to sink her claws into the prey in ThunderClan territory, and to pounce on a mouse or vole that tried to escape her. She liked to bring back prey for her clan mates and even enjoyed the praises and nice words they said to her. She was invited to her first gathering two moons after she became an apprentice. She couldn't believe there were so many cats, even though they made up four clans. She admired the glossy, sleak pelts of the RiverClan warriors. She envied the small, neat bodies of the fast WindClan cats. And she was surprised by how much her pelt looked normal when she talked to a few ShadowClan apprentices. That didn't bother her too much. She got used to it. After the gathering she shared as much information as she could to the apprentices left at camp. She thought the gathering was cool. Many moons passed, and her training excelled. Another battle was fought. ShadowClan invaded, and they fought hard against them. This time they lost, but made up for the battle after. Singedpaw received a wound to her shoulder but it wasn't too serious. Just a little deep. That night, she received her warrior name, Singedpelt, and stood vigil beneath the warriors among the stars.
She spent her warrior life, hunting for her clan and patrolling the borders. She loved being a warrior. She was able to run in and out of camp, hunting, patrolling, just being alone. Her best friend was Pineheart. She loved him deeply, but knew it wasn't quite time to reveal her feelings towards him. For many moons she treated him just as she would with any cat. She respected him, yet didn't treat him like anything more important than the others. She fought in many battles with cats from other clans. And other animals. She was hunting alone one day. The stench of a badger blew down on her, and before she could prepare herself she felt a piercing pain in her leg. Immediately unbalanced, she could hardly defend herself, and was fortunate enough to be saved by a ThunderClan patrol who were patrolling the border nearby. It took about a moon for the wound to heal, but she didn't care. She continued to hunt and fight even when it wasn't healed. The ThunderClan deputy died from green-cough. She grieved along with her clan mates, for her was a very well respected cat. She was prepared for a surprise in the ceremony, as many cats were good choices to take his place. But she wasn't prepared to be chosen herself. Despite her shock and grief, she accepted the position and moved on to take care of her clan.
She wasn't deputy for long when her leader died. Her leader had grown old, and he was on his last life. He died peacefully, which she was glad for, as he deserved to go in peace. Singedstar came back to the camp after receiving her nine lives and name. She was now the leader of ThunderClan, and it was now her duty to protect them. So far she has been leader longer than she had been a deputy. She hopes she is respected by her cats, but doesn't mind if she isn't because she respects them, and admires them. She is proud to be the leader of ThunderClan and hopes to serve her clan as strongly as the former ThunderClan leader did.
got used to it. After the gathering she shared as much information as she could to the apprentices left at camp. She thought the gathering was cool. Many moons passed, and her training excelled. Another battle was fought. ShadowClan invaded, and they fought hard against them. This time they lost, but made up for the battle after. Singedpaw received a wound to her shoulder but it wasn't too serious. Just a little deep. That night, she received her warrior name, Singedpelt, and stood vigil beneath the warriors among the stars.
She spent her warrior life, hunting for her clan and patrolling the borders. She loved being a warrior. She was able to run in and out of camp, hunting, patrolling, just being alone. Her best friend was Pineheart. She loved him deeply, but knew it wasn't quite time to reveal her feelings towards him. For many moons she treated him just as she would with any cat. She respected him, yet didn't treat him like anything more important than the others. She fought in many battles with cats from other clans. And other animals. She was hunting alone one day. The stench of a badger blew down on her, and before she could prepare herself she felt a piercing pain in her leg. Immediately unbalanced, she could hardly defend herself, and was fortunate enough to be saved by a ThunderClan patrol who were patrolling the border nearby. It took about a moon for the wound to heal, but she didn't care. She continued to hunt and fight even when it wasn't healed. The ThunderClan deputy died from green-cough. She grieved along with her clan mates, for her was a very well respected cat. She was prepared for a surprise in the ceremony, as many cats were good choices to take his place. But she wasn't prepared to be chosen herself. Despite her shock and grief, she accepted the position and moved on to take care of her clan.
She wasn't deputy for long when her leader died. Her leader had grown old, and he was on his last life. He died peacefully, which she was glad for, as he deserved to go in peace. Singedstar came back to the camp after receiving her nine lives and name. She was now the leader of ThunderClan, and it was now her duty to protect them. So far she has been leader longer than she had been a deputy. She hopes she is respected by her cats, but doesn't mind if she isn't because she respects them, and admires them. She is proud to be the leader of ThunderClan and hopes to serve her clan as strongly as the former ThunderClan leader did.
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