Post by . jinxeh . on Feb 13, 2012 22:03:43 GMT -5
● NAME ●crimsonkit-crimsonpaw- crimsonfire -crimsonstar
● GENDER ●
tom
● CLAN ●
thunderclan
● RANK ●
warrior / prophecy cat
●APPRENTICE●
none, but open!
● AGE ●
twenty-seven moons
● DESCRIPTION ●
large brown tabby tom with vibrant green eyes
● APPEARANCE ●
body. when someone first looks upon the tom, it isn't uncommon for them to feel intimidated. being wide set through the shoulders, he has never been the kind of cat that others would willingly take on. fortunately for him, he is able to back up his looks with his fighting abilities, that he credits to his thick paws, and curved claws. his ability to launch himself at an enemy cat comes from his legs, proportionate to his body, stocky and muscular. crimsonfire can in no way be mistake for dainty, and no part of his body is lean, even that of his back is thick, stretching the length of a foot from the base of his neck to his long stabilizing tail. the toms neck, proudly sits upon his shoulders, and supports his head as if it was a pedestal. the toms head is intelligently shaped, thick through the cheeks, narrowing out at his maw. a top his head sit his two perky ears.
pelt.
eyes.[/i] finishing off the tom cats face, and whole body in general, are two orbs that demand every cats attention. coloured a deep, yet bright green, the thunderclan warriors' eyes are mesmerizing. rimmed with black, giving them a sunken, and almost smouldering look to them, many may see him as handsome, or tantalizing just based on the look in his eyes. the black around them give them an almost shape, though up close, they appear more round than almond. in the sun, his eyes may seem a lighter green than in darker lights, but for the most part the colour of his eyes is constant. despite being good at controlling who sees his emotions, he can not keep those emotions from being revealed through his eyes.
● PERSONALITY ●
arrogance. a most unattractive quality for anyone to have, and many look at it as a weakness. however, crimsonfire holds no shame in being arrogant because he believes it brings upon him an air of importance an respect from the other warriors in the clan. along with this, he doesn’t like to think of himself as arrogant, more as proud. he isn’t afraid to boast, or look down upon someone he deems weaker, or less than him. the tom knows he is strong, and a cat not many others would want to go up against. he is very confident in his abilities as a warrior, and as deputy and he sees no fault in being proud and sure of himself.
temper.[/b] the fuse on this big guy is quite short, a trait he acquired from his father. little things, like a shortage of prey, or the scent of another clan on the territory can set him off. for the most part, he can keep his temper in line, and simply become quiet, instead of lashing out on someone, but other times he isn’t so calm. the brutes state of mind plays a huge factor in which way he goes. if he’s had a bad day, he will explode. his explosions usually include him growling extensively and taking a swipe at the closest non-living thing, and storming off in a heated fury.
good heart. despite the fact that crimsonfire has the less wanted qualities in a warrior, his heart is in the right place. he just wants what is best for the clan. he would give his life to save another clan mate, but he has a hard time showing he cares because he is scared that it will show vulnerability and weakness. but, in certain situations, like when it regards to cubs, crimsonfire will sit and comfort and upset cub until it feels better. delicate situations such as deaths, he also reveals his softer side, but only to certain clanmates.
conflicted. crimsonfire doesn’t know what he wants in life. of course, he wants to be leader, but in regards to other things, like mates, and having his own family, he is greatly conflicted. he catches himself thinking about losing a kit, or losing a mate and it turns him off of love. on the flip side, he sees happy couples and he longs for that kind of connection. a big part of this also comes from the fact that he is worried a family would take away from his ability to lead the clan when that time comes. as of right now, he is turned off of the ideas of mates, and is currently focused on furthering his skills as a warrior.
● HISTORY ●
the dusk was cold, and the sky was painted with reds, purples and pinks. thunderclan slept, the best it could while the delicate meadowfrost went into labor and starting yowling. the usually quiet, and strongwilled she-cat was stripped of control over her body, the pain coursing through her like a hot knife in butter. every nerve in her body was screaming for the pain to stop, to let go of her body and give her relief. a few moments later, their wish was granted. a rather large kit lay next to his proud mother, who licked his body to warm him, and nuzzled him. the femme looked up into the sky, and with a weak smile, she named her son.
crimsonkit.[/i]
the next morning, crimsonkit met his father, a strong warrior like his mother, though much larger and gruff looking. stormhawk smiled down at his son, who was a spitting image of him, and gave him a lick on the head. stormhawk nuzzled his mate affectionately, before leaving on a hunting patrol.
soon, the tom was a handful. running around, causing mischeif and making the clan look at meadowfrost with bemused smirks. crimsonkit’s favourite trick to play was sneak up on his mother and head butt her full on in the chest. however, after awhile, this stopped being cute, and when that point came, his mother gave him a very swift smack on the back of his head and sent him to the dirt. the kit stopped after that. but it didn’t stop him from disrupting the rest of his clan, and especially his father. he would run up and pounce on his father’s hind quarters whenever he was allowed out of the nursery, or when he snuck out.
it was noticed very soon that the young tabby was going to be no different than his father in size. at five moons, he was already growing like a seed and was only getting bigger with each moon that passed. also noticed early on was his very short temper. apparently, he was taking after his father in that aspect as well. meadowfrost couldn’t particularly say she was pleased with her sons temper, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it.
the brutes temper was taken into account when his sixth moon rolled around and it was time to make him an apprentice and give him a mentor. there weren’t many cats able to deal with his temper, but the one they chose suited him just fine. the apprentice ceremony was a proud moment for both his mother and father, and a speed bump for crimsonkit. he was so concerned with being a warrior, he wanted to skip the apprentice part and go straight to becoming a great warrior!
crimsonpaw.
needless to say, his training went less than smoothly at the beginning. strong headed and uninterested in the little things, crimsonpaw would fight tooth and nail whenver he was told to go clean the elders den or the nursery. he wanted to learn to fight, and hunt and get on to being a warrior. the mentor and the apprentice went head to head every day, until he got pulled to the side by his father.
“you need to knock it off, crimsonpaw. if you want to become a good warrior, you need to learn discipline, and respect. right now, no one in the clan respects you because you don’t respect them. smarten up.” stormhawk had taken a pause, his eyes locked on his sons, who were glaring daggers into him before finishing. “I’m ashamed to call you my son.” crimsonpaw felt something break inside of him, and he had never felt so worthless in his eight moons of life. hurt and broken, the apprentice watched with tears in his eyes as his father walked away from him, not looking back once.
things didn’t change right away, he still had a hard time doing tedious and monotonous tasks but with time he was more perceptive, and accepting of these duties. he became a model apprentice, listening, and working hard, but it wasn’t for the benefit of his father anymore. something clicked in his head one night, as he was laying in his nest thinking about the battle moves they had gone over that day. he realized that the longer he fought his mentor, the longer it would take him to become a warrior, and the longer it would take for him to be respected.
he developed the ability to fight quickly, using his rapidly growing size to his advantage. however, it took him some time to get used to his large body. his first major growth spurt left him clumsy and in pain, and even more irritable than usual. it was on his 10th moon, and he found himself achy and grumpy. it took him a few days before he was able move without pain, but he soon regained control of his body, and was no longer clumsy anymore. after that, his training soon came to a close.
his warrior ceremony came with high tension. crimsonpaw had been avoiding his father since their confrontation, and this would be the first time they would be near each other. at the start of it, stormhawk approached him, his mother not far behind, and smiled at his son. he gave his son a lick on the head, like he had when he first met his son, and nuzzled his cheek. “good job, crimsonpaw.” stormhawk said softly to son, before nodding his head curtly and walking away. his mother gave him a big smile before following her mate. crimsonpaw gave a small smile back, smugly.
the leader gave his speech and explained his soon to be name: crimsonfire. his personality and temper was like a fire, unstoppable and destructive. crimsonpaw purred as he received his name and was dismissed to sit his vigil at the entrance of the camp. tall, and proud, crimsonpaw congratulated himself on succeeding.
crimsonfire[/i]
a daunting silence had fallen between the tom and his father, shortly following a border patrol. during the border patrol, a rogues scent was noticed by the patrol, and it enraged crimsonfire. the young warrior seen red and wanted to go after the rogue and punish him for crossing into clan territory. thus started a heated argument between him and his father once again. their hushed hisses rose into angry yowls as they battled with their words before an apprentice on the patrol cried for them to stop. stormhawk apologized to the apprentice, and hushed her, while crimsonfire disappeared into the forest to cool himself down.
the silence began to destroy his mother. she wanted her mate and son to get along, so that they could be a proper family, but both were much to proud to admit they were wrong. crimsonfire busied himself with clan work, bettering his fighting and hunting skills, and trying to keep away from his mother. he was ashamed of what he was doing to her, but he knew in his heart that it wasn't his fault. it was stormhawk's. then the pieces fell into place and he knew what needed to be done.
stormhawk needed to die.
he knew he could do it; he felt it in his bones, and in his powerful muscles. crimsonfire wasn't a fool though, he knew that stormhawk was a force to be reckoned with. he would have to catch him off guard in a position were the large tabby had complete control. firstly though, he needed to 'reconcile' with him, so that it wasn't too suspicious. swallowing his pride, he walked up to his father and apologized, going the whole nine yards, with sniffles, and ashamed glances. stormhawk merely touched his sons head and gave a slight purr.
"i knew you'd come around someday bud." crimsonfire glared after his father, the urge to rip into his flesh becoming nearly overwhelming at that moment. he had to do it soon, or else everyone would witness the murder in the middle of the camp, and he knew that that was not a sight for young, impressionable eyes.
a moon later, as crimsonfire welcomed his twenty-fourth, he seized his opportunity. things were going swimmingly between the young warrior and his father, they were getting along, and the clan was oblivious to the blind hatred that crimsonfire actually held deep within hi heart for the cat who called him his father. but this, this was the perfect opportunity for the tom cat to destroy his father. crimsonfire proceeded to ask stormhawk if he would like to accompany him on a duo hunting patrol, to catch up now that things were better. stormhawk accepted.
the events to come happened quickly along the shadowclan border. he knew what was supposed to happen from the moment he left camp that day with a fake smile plastered upon his face. as they approached the border, crimsonfire's paws began to itch with what was to come. he asked his father to catch the first piece of prey for hunt. his father nodded and stalked off, his strong body rippling with defined muscles under his pelt.
crimsonfire unsheathed the twisted yellow claws from within their holding cavities and he stalked his father, excitement pulsing through his body like blood. his blazing emerald gaze never left his fathers frame as the tom launched himself atop of his father, sinking his claws deep within his flesh, feeling the satisfying rip of tendons tear at his claw. stormhawk yowled in surprise and pain as blood blossomed from his wounds and began to drench his body.
stormhawk flipped crimsonfire onto the ground and attacked back, lashing out at his soft belly fur, but not reaching any skin. crimsonfire had honed his fighting skills for this particular moment. he had studied the way his father fought, measuring his speed, the way he moved. this would be like killing a kit...
crimsonfire stood over his fathers lifeless body, panting heavily, as he watched the scarlet drench his pelt. a smile of pleasure tugged at the corners of his mouth. no guilt developed in his stomach; this wasn't in cold blood. this was for his mother. for all the pain he caused her, all the worrying. now, she didn't have to worry about stormhawk and what he was doing.
picking the tom up by the neck, he tossed his head back and forth, feeling the skin rip, until his fathers spine snapped. crimsonfire winced at the feeling and sound that rang through the silent forest like a blast of dynamite. releasing his father, he closed his eyes and backed away from his motionless, mangled body. sitting himself down, he felt the adrenaline slowly leave his body, making him aware of the pain in his stomach, and the gash in his side.
he would blame it on a fox.
crimsonfire limped back to the camp, grimacing at the pain that was slowly eating away at his strength. he could smell his fathers blood on his face, and staining his pelt. it make his stomach churn. upon entering the camp, he caught sight of his mom's horrified look and he collapsed to the camp floor, breathing heavily.
"a fox ... stormhawk is ... dad ... dead ..."
crimsonfire awoke in the medicine cats den the next morning, very stiff and grumpy. the blood of stormhawk was gone from his body but the scent of his blood still lingered. with a sigh, he opened his eyes to the sight a black tom. furrowing his brow, he shifted his body so that he was propped up on his good side looking to the tom. cricketsong... his eyes darkened at the recognition of the deputy. what did he want here?
"you may fool the rest of the clan, but i am not as blind to what goes on in that mind of yours. that 'fox' will be punished. i assure you, crimsonfire."
the deputy gave a dismissive flick of his tail and departed the medicine cats den, leaving crimsonfire stunned. he was so careful... how could he have known? butterflies fluttered in his stomach, at the thought of what would happen if anyone believed what the deputy had to say.
the next few days in the medicine cats den were excruciating. the suspense and the longing to get back into camp life were eating away at him. when he was able to move with just a mild discomfort, he was out of the den as quickly as he could be, but not without taking a few things with him. when the medicine cat came in and told him he was able to leave if he liked, on the condition that if the gash in his side got swollen again to come immediately back. crimsonfire agreed before laying his head back down upon the nest, telling them that he would leave as soon as the head ache faded.
as soon as they were gone, crimsonfire quickly, searched for anything that would kill the tom without suspicion. surprised by the sight of death berries, the tom scooted two over from the storage to his nest and with his teeth worked a piece of moss out of the nest and working carefully, stashed the death berries in a bundle of moss. he slowly walked out of the den with the moss hanging from his jaws. the camp was mostly empty, few kits playing at the nursery, a couple warriors taking a nap in the later afternoon sun.
picking up a small vole, he took a claw and with practiced precision, raked his claw down its belly tearing through the flesh like he had done to his father only days before. shaking out the moss, he let the death berries fall into the opening. a moment later he noticed cricketsong enter the camp, and crimsonfire felt the same excitement that had pulsed through his father.
the death berries would be painful as they worked their way through the deputy's system, ripping away at his well being and destroying his health. the deputy smirked at crimsonfire as he walked by, and crimsonfire nodded his head slightly and flicked his tail. picking up the vole very carefully, he walked over to the deputy and set it at his feet.
"for searching for the fox that slain my father, and for recovering his body." he tried to make his voice as sincere as humanly possible with the disgust swirling around his stomach. crimsonfire turned to leave, and stalked off to the warriors den and let his aching body down to the ground, with his eyes upon the deputy. cricketsong sniffed at the vole before batting it with his paw.
crimsonfire's jaws parted as a lowly red berry rolled out of the body. cricketsong looked to the tom, and shook his head. the toms green eyes looked around the camp, but no one was paying attention. no one seen what happened. crimsonfire's eyes fell back upon the deputy, and he cocked an eyebrow. no one would know. rolling over onto his other side, crimsonfire let his eyes close as a smile erupted onto his face.
[*permission from Trick, for use of Cricketsong]
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