Flamerunner

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Name: Flamerunner
Age: 2 Years (About 25 Moons)
Gender: Female
Breed: American Shorthair/Egyptian Mau
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Personality: [Happy/Kind][Playful][Adventurous]

[Happy/Kind] Since most of her agony came when she was young, Flamerunner was able to shake off her grief and not fall into depression, like her father. She's almost always cheery, because she believes that one happy cat can spread good feelings to others, who maybe aren't as happy. She hates to see other's upset, and will always try to help, no matter who they are or how they react.

[Playful] Depite being a full grown warrior, Flamerunner still can often be found acting like a kit. Speaking of kits, she loves young cats, and can be seen helping Queens in the nursery when their litters become too much to handle. She enjoys apprentices, too, and loves to join in their games; whether it's for training or for fun.

[Adventurous] When she isn't acting homey and motherly around young cats, Flamerunner can be found sating her hunger for adventure. Whether it's running WindClan's worn trails, or blazing her own through the grass, she has a taste for speed and a hunger for exploration. Alone or with Clanmates, Flamerunner will jump at being the first to get into something, to expore it, to discover new things.


Brief Backstory: [Kit][Apprentice][Warrior]

[Kit] Flamekit was born to loving parents Falconwind and Softpetal, both of WindClan. It was a storybook relationship, the loving pair had four healthy kits. In the first moons of the kits' lives, nothin happened. It seemed like nothing would go wrong, that the kits would be raised normally. Flamekit was one of two females in the litter. Her sister's name was Windkit, her brothers were Runnerkit and Stonekit. When the kits were four moons old, during greenleaf, a terrible windstorm hit WindClan. A patrol of the strongest and bravest warriors was sent out to haul branches from the tree-lined borders to reinforce the dens and camp walls. Five warriors were sent, three returned. Falconwind was one of the survivors. Softpetal was a strong and brave she-cat, and was chosen for the patrol. She, however, did not return. Before Falconwind could stop them, Runnerkit and Stonekit were off into the windy night, searching for their mother. Falconwind, knowing he could trust Flamekit, told her to stay with her sister; the runt of the litter. He went after his two sons. At dawn he stumbled back into the camp, windblown and stricken with greif. His two male kits were gone. He was left to raise his two daughters, and barely took his eyes off of them until they became Apprentices.

[Apprentice] The newly named Flamepaw had learned to get over her grief. Despite this, she did everything with Windpaw. Their mentors soon gave up trying to pry them apart, and allowed them to be together as much as possible. Flamepaw was with her sister when she died, struck by a falling tree along a border. Flamepaw did all she could, but she couldn't get her beloved sister from the tangle of branches until after she was already in StarClan. Flamepaw and Falconwind were the only two left of their once-perfect family of six.

[Warrior] After her troubled kithood and apprenticeship, Flamerunner lived a perfectly normaly life. Falconwind recovered from the depression he had lapsed into with his remaining daughter's help, and after a while, he was back to being the warrior he had been. He didn't take another mate, but not because of grief. To this day, Flamerunner is living up to her name, the speed she inherited from her father allowing her to fly though WindClan's territory, her fire-colored coat like a flame blazing through the grass.


Family:

[Falconwind] Flamerunner's father. Golden tabby tom with bright, icy blue eyes. Slim but strong in build, unbelievably fast.

[Softpetal] Flamerunner's mother. Pure flame-colored pelt, sharp green eyes. Larger build, more rooted, grounded. Not as quick as most, but quite agile.

Relationships: NONE YET


Roleplay Sample: [Taken from Felis-Romana]

Mortem slid silently through a window, her blue eyes sharpened with bloodlust. The Dictator was in danger, a gruff, strong Lion named Potestatem (meaning Power) was planning to sneak into the Dictator's home to kill him, leading some other big cats wanting the Dictator dead. Though Mortem didn't particularly favor the Leader herself, being a Gold Assassin for the dictator was much better than a simple Assassin for any rank to hire. Mur perched on a rafter above the thick, maned lion below her and drew her daggers. Silently she dropped, landing hind-paws first on the back of the larger cat. With a roar, Potestatem dropped in shock, twisting. Mur dug in her claws and her perfect balance held as she drove both her daggers into the lion's throat. Blood pooled on the floor of the house and Mur stepped back from the dying lion.
She pulled something from a pouch on her belt- a small bottle of mur. She took her nickname from the strong-scented drug. She searched with her sharp eyes for patched of her fur, while dripping the mur over the lion. Satisfied, she used her powerful hind legs to spring up to the rafter the was on before, wiping blood from her paws and dripping mur on her way out the window. Mission accomplished.