Post by Hellion on Nov 5, 2012 2:14:46 GMT -5
Name: Flarekit || Flarepaw || Flarefang || Shatani
Age: 45 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Loner || formally NightClan
Rank:Warrior || Queen || Loner
Picture:
Description: Painted red with a brown under tone with a dark stripe down her spine, Shatani is a beautiful she-cat all around, but beauty is only skin deep. Her fur with it's pretty red and white pattern cover her entire body in thick fur, a lush and full tail feathers beautifully. Shatani has always been seen as a pretty she-cat, groomed in such away and used to getting what she wants from looks alone.
With her thick fur it's hides her scar very well. Shatani as quite a few battle scars along her front and mostly on her legs, when she does engage in battle, his pretty she-cat is very upfront and has a habit of biting into her enemies and leaving large wounds.
Description Summary: A dark-red tawny she-cat with amber eyes and lush thick fur.
Personality: Impulsive: Shatani has many times started battles while on border patrols in her NightClanner days. She feels the need to have a fight, or the lust for battle is thick in her veins, she gathers up a few like minded NightClanners and waits for a border patrol from a neighboring clan. The thrill of sinking her claws into an enemy's pelt warms her heart. That impulsive nature is cared over into everything she does. If she feels the need to do something she is already on her way to doing it, however she does know how to plan, having already started to plan her raid and how to destroy the clans, she can control her impulsive nature.
Ruthless: Shatani has seen battles and wars and enjoys every moment of them. Her mind is twisted and ruthless she doesn't have a problem killing in order to reach her goal. She spends a lot of her time itching for the next fight, or grooming her offspring into killers like herself, the dreams of tearing down the clans is the utmost thrill. While she is ruthless and cunning, thus also making her very opportunistic if she sees an opening to gain power she is all over it, no matter the risks.
History:
Flarekit
Born the only daughter of an ill-fitted match of Tawnyclaw and Blazefang, Flarekit took after her father very much, meaning her mother Tawnyclaw didn't care for the young she-cat. The mated pair always fought and that interaction were relayed onto Flarekit at an early age. However her father nurtured her from an early age to be ruthless and cunning, getting what she needed by either brute force or well placed seduction. Her father happily groomed her to a sly she-kit until her 6th moon.
Flarepaw
Given to Coldfoot, a tom cat that had a paw that was badly injured and rendered useless, but that didn't stop the warrior from being a strong mentor. He taught Flarepaw the art of planning, learn to hold back her impulsive tendencies and learn to strike for the best effective outcome. Coldfoot admired his apprentice greatly and taught her the most unspeakable of moves. He taught her how to deal a killing blow and make it look like an accident.
On the border, Coldfoot's and like minded cats that believed the only way to suppress an enemy was death, they and Flarepaw included waited on the RainClan border. They waited all night for a border patrol and the early dawn broke out, Coldfoot flicked his tail and rallied the troops. As the RainClan patrol came through he set off everyone in attack. Flarepaw bolted on her own and went right for a smaller warrior without pause, she tore into the other she-cat fur until it was coated in blood. Flarepaw was blind in the lust for battle she didn't stop until the she-cat stopped breathing. Coltfoot had made a killer out of the pretty she-cat, that night they returned.
Coldfoot reported that the she-cat that was killed by Flarepaw had stole prey, and the location of the body (after they moved it) prove him right. Flarepaw was given her name Flarefang and joined the ranks of the warriors.
Flarefang
Now a full warrior, she was given free rein on the territory and rarely her actions were questioned, she was able to get away with being apart of border patrol battles and maiming or almost killing enemy cats, it was just her way.
As she grew older and highly feared within her own clan, the time for her to get a mate, no one wanted to love a ruthless and deadly she-cat. Thus Flarefang had to venture outside of the border, her battle lust spilled over for the lust for kits, just as ruthless as she is. Then came alone Miko, a dark brown colored tom, he shared Flarefang's desire for strong kits.
Later in leafbare she bore Narrowkit, a tom of dark tawny markings and very thin. While he wasn't the big bruiting warrior she dreamed of he was still her son. However her relationship with Miko was still a secret but not for long
Early one morning when Flarefang was nursing Narrowkit, she heard a loud commotion coming from the camp clearing. She rose up much to Narrowkit's protest and went outside to see her mate Miko struggling with a few NightClan warriors, we went on to yowl about wanting to see his son, claiming Flarefang was his mate. It shattered her world, turning everyone against her and her young son.
Miko was allowed to stay in the camp but was not allowed to leave the nursery, and Flarefang had to hunt for him on top of caring for her son. It was hard work, not to mention the torment that Narrowkit faced while in the nursery, he was taunted which made Flarefang lash out, she even went far enough to lash and actually bite a kit on the rump, making him bleed. That was the last straw, before the NightClan leader could exile her, Flarefang picked up her family and left, leaving behind her warrior name and became Shatani.
Shatani
The life outside of the clan was strange, but with Miko's help they settled nicely. Making a den within the mountains, they harassed StoneClan and RainClan when ever the moment raised, it was great fun, Miko her mate and her growing son who she changed his name to Mosi, names and words she learned from Miko and his stories as a loner. The family was happy for the most part Mosi was growing strong, still lean and narrow but healthy, soon Shatani was expecting another litter, this time two.
Amara and Zuri's birth was a blessing, Zuri was the prime example of the son she always wanted, stocky and built for battles. Her daughter Amara shared the same features as her mother thus it was easily noticed the Shatani valued her second litter more than her first.
The pair grew quickly and soon Mosi was hunting on his own and Miko was teaching them out to fight, along with Shatani's help. It was ruthless and much like a boot camp, Shatani loved that fact there wasn't any rules, she was able to be as cruel and cunning in the art of battle training as her twisted heart desired.
The fateful day happened, Miko died. It was no fault of her own in fact, it was mostly Mosi's doing. The growing tom and his father went hunting, sneaking into StoneClan territory and the duo came face to face with a StoneClan patrol. It was hard battle but Mosi escaped, leaving his father to die from injuries. Shatani looked sadly on her mate's death but brushed it aside, he wasn't as strong as she had hoped.
As the moons went by and Amara and Zuri grew stronger, Shatani had felt it was time, she moved her family closer to the other clans, taking refugee and later creating a home near StarClan's claws, and there they live, plotting the down fall of the clans.
RP Example: this is only required for leaders, deputies, medicine cats and their apprentices. At least 150 words.
Other: She hasn't meet Ratfur yet but when she does him and her will plan the down fall of the other clans, after the big storm and war.
Age: 45 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Loner || formally NightClan
Rank:
Picture:
Description: Painted red with a brown under tone with a dark stripe down her spine, Shatani is a beautiful she-cat all around, but beauty is only skin deep. Her fur with it's pretty red and white pattern cover her entire body in thick fur, a lush and full tail feathers beautifully. Shatani has always been seen as a pretty she-cat, groomed in such away and used to getting what she wants from looks alone.
With her thick fur it's hides her scar very well. Shatani as quite a few battle scars along her front and mostly on her legs, when she does engage in battle, his pretty she-cat is very upfront and has a habit of biting into her enemies and leaving large wounds.
Description Summary: A dark-red tawny she-cat with amber eyes and lush thick fur.
Personality: Impulsive: Shatani has many times started battles while on border patrols in her NightClanner days. She feels the need to have a fight, or the lust for battle is thick in her veins, she gathers up a few like minded NightClanners and waits for a border patrol from a neighboring clan. The thrill of sinking her claws into an enemy's pelt warms her heart. That impulsive nature is cared over into everything she does. If she feels the need to do something she is already on her way to doing it, however she does know how to plan, having already started to plan her raid and how to destroy the clans, she can control her impulsive nature.
Ruthless: Shatani has seen battles and wars and enjoys every moment of them. Her mind is twisted and ruthless she doesn't have a problem killing in order to reach her goal. She spends a lot of her time itching for the next fight, or grooming her offspring into killers like herself, the dreams of tearing down the clans is the utmost thrill. While she is ruthless and cunning, thus also making her very opportunistic if she sees an opening to gain power she is all over it, no matter the risks.
History:
Flarekit
Born the only daughter of an ill-fitted match of Tawnyclaw and Blazefang, Flarekit took after her father very much, meaning her mother Tawnyclaw didn't care for the young she-cat. The mated pair always fought and that interaction were relayed onto Flarekit at an early age. However her father nurtured her from an early age to be ruthless and cunning, getting what she needed by either brute force or well placed seduction. Her father happily groomed her to a sly she-kit until her 6th moon.
Flarepaw
Given to Coldfoot, a tom cat that had a paw that was badly injured and rendered useless, but that didn't stop the warrior from being a strong mentor. He taught Flarepaw the art of planning, learn to hold back her impulsive tendencies and learn to strike for the best effective outcome. Coldfoot admired his apprentice greatly and taught her the most unspeakable of moves. He taught her how to deal a killing blow and make it look like an accident.
On the border, Coldfoot's and like minded cats that believed the only way to suppress an enemy was death, they and Flarepaw included waited on the RainClan border. They waited all night for a border patrol and the early dawn broke out, Coldfoot flicked his tail and rallied the troops. As the RainClan patrol came through he set off everyone in attack. Flarepaw bolted on her own and went right for a smaller warrior without pause, she tore into the other she-cat fur until it was coated in blood. Flarepaw was blind in the lust for battle she didn't stop until the she-cat stopped breathing. Coltfoot had made a killer out of the pretty she-cat, that night they returned.
Coldfoot reported that the she-cat that was killed by Flarepaw had stole prey, and the location of the body (after they moved it) prove him right. Flarepaw was given her name Flarefang and joined the ranks of the warriors.
Flarefang
Now a full warrior, she was given free rein on the territory and rarely her actions were questioned, she was able to get away with being apart of border patrol battles and maiming or almost killing enemy cats, it was just her way.
As she grew older and highly feared within her own clan, the time for her to get a mate, no one wanted to love a ruthless and deadly she-cat. Thus Flarefang had to venture outside of the border, her battle lust spilled over for the lust for kits, just as ruthless as she is. Then came alone Miko, a dark brown colored tom, he shared Flarefang's desire for strong kits.
Later in leafbare she bore Narrowkit, a tom of dark tawny markings and very thin. While he wasn't the big bruiting warrior she dreamed of he was still her son. However her relationship with Miko was still a secret but not for long
Early one morning when Flarefang was nursing Narrowkit, she heard a loud commotion coming from the camp clearing. She rose up much to Narrowkit's protest and went outside to see her mate Miko struggling with a few NightClan warriors, we went on to yowl about wanting to see his son, claiming Flarefang was his mate. It shattered her world, turning everyone against her and her young son.
Miko was allowed to stay in the camp but was not allowed to leave the nursery, and Flarefang had to hunt for him on top of caring for her son. It was hard work, not to mention the torment that Narrowkit faced while in the nursery, he was taunted which made Flarefang lash out, she even went far enough to lash and actually bite a kit on the rump, making him bleed. That was the last straw, before the NightClan leader could exile her, Flarefang picked up her family and left, leaving behind her warrior name and became Shatani.
Shatani
The life outside of the clan was strange, but with Miko's help they settled nicely. Making a den within the mountains, they harassed StoneClan and RainClan when ever the moment raised, it was great fun, Miko her mate and her growing son who she changed his name to Mosi, names and words she learned from Miko and his stories as a loner. The family was happy for the most part Mosi was growing strong, still lean and narrow but healthy, soon Shatani was expecting another litter, this time two.
Amara and Zuri's birth was a blessing, Zuri was the prime example of the son she always wanted, stocky and built for battles. Her daughter Amara shared the same features as her mother thus it was easily noticed the Shatani valued her second litter more than her first.
The pair grew quickly and soon Mosi was hunting on his own and Miko was teaching them out to fight, along with Shatani's help. It was ruthless and much like a boot camp, Shatani loved that fact there wasn't any rules, she was able to be as cruel and cunning in the art of battle training as her twisted heart desired.
The fateful day happened, Miko died. It was no fault of her own in fact, it was mostly Mosi's doing. The growing tom and his father went hunting, sneaking into StoneClan territory and the duo came face to face with a StoneClan patrol. It was hard battle but Mosi escaped, leaving his father to die from injuries. Shatani looked sadly on her mate's death but brushed it aside, he wasn't as strong as she had hoped.
As the moons went by and Amara and Zuri grew stronger, Shatani had felt it was time, she moved her family closer to the other clans, taking refugee and later creating a home near StarClan's claws, and there they live, plotting the down fall of the clans.
RP Example: this is only required for leaders, deputies, medicine cats and their apprentices. At least 150 words.
Other: She hasn't meet Ratfur yet but when she does him and her will plan the down fall of the other clans, after the big storm and war.
