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FLARE

Now the gun is loaded and you know we're gonna light it up

Name: Flare
Age: Two moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: None
Rank: Loner

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Description:

Flare might be considered a pretty she-cat, with her long fur and pretty eyes. Her fur is brown, swirled with a dark black color all along, with her legs mostly black and four white paws. There's a splash of white on her face, running up from the patch on her chest, that covers half of the left side of her muzzle. Her nose is untouched, though, and is black in color. Her eyes, ringed in a tanish color, are a bright, leafy green, and are surprisingly emotional orbs.

The right side of Flare's face is forever marred, the only token of a memory she wishes could be just a bad dream. The claws of Demon left a nasty patch of dead flesh, which will eventually scar over and begin to heal. The injury, in addition to leaving a nasty scar covering just under half her face, also left her with a missing eye, which has obviously impaired her vision.

Description Summary:

A scarred black, brown, and white tabby she-cat with green eyes.

Personality:

Flare used to be a happy, fun-loving kit. She'd love nothing more than to play and fight with her brothers. But now, none of that happens anymore. Flare is growing into a mess, not a cat easy to get to know.

Solitary
Flare doesn't like to be around other cats, as she believes herself to be an ugly, deformed cat, unworthy of attention. She spends as much time alone as she can, and if she's forced to be around others, she'll stay distant and hide her face as much as she can.

Bitter
Flare is a bitter she-cat, having seen death at a young age. In her mind, most everyone else takes their lives for granted, never knowing just how close they are to death. She uses her bitterness as a defense mechanism, forcing others away even more.

Lonely
With her entire family dead, Flare is a lonely kit. She won't admit it to anyone, but she longs for the attention of a loved one. However, with her aversion to contact, she seems to be trapped in a self-created prison. Deep down, she's just a kit who misses her family and just wants someone to love her unconditionally.

History:

Flare was born the runt of a litter of three to two loners. Moss and Sky were proud of their three kits, Rock, Grit, and Flare. The three kits lived happily with their father and mother, and even though Flare was the runt of the litter, she played just as roughly as her two brothers. They lived in the mountains at the top of the valley, beyond NightClan borders. Moss, the kits' father, knew of the Clans, but didn't go anywhere near them.

One day, Moss went out hunting, leaving Sky alone with the three boisterous kits. Moss' hunting trip passed uneventfully, and he returned to their little hideout bearing three small mice. As he approached the den, he felt an eerie prickle along his spine. He shook it off and carried on, seeing his mate and kits out enjoying the sunlight.

Then, Moss discovered the reason behind the unsettling sensation. From somewhere beyond the den, a massive cat burst forth. It was Demon, the lynx, and it was aimed straight for Sky. Moss dropped the mice and yowled a warning, but it was too late. Sky stood and turned around, just in time to see the lynx's parted jaws aiming toward her. Moss ran to the den as the lynx shredded the body of his mate. The kits were huddled together, trembling in fear.

Moss grabbed one of the kits, Grit, causing the other two kits to move. Moss tried to get away with the kits in tow, but a squeal caused him to stop. Demon had grabbed a hold of Rock, the biggest of the kits, and as Moss turned, the lynx snapped his jaws shut around his body. One swipe of the lynx's paw had Flare, the only she-kit, flying to the side, half her face ripped open. Moss dropped Grit and ran to Flare, but even as he did so, the lynx pounced onto Grit, tearing the kit apart.

Flare, still alive, wailed pitifully. She didn't want to die! Moss stood over her protectively and faced the lynx. He hissed and spit and fluffed up his fur, but the Demon just stared at him. Moss darted to the side, trying to get the lynx's attention away from his kit. I worked, and Moss began to draw the lynx away. Growing tired of the little game, Demon lunged forward and swiped Moss to the side. Moss landed hard on a rock, bones cracking and blood pouring. Knowing the lynx wouldn't back down, Moss tried his hardest to play dead. The lynx left him there, returning to where he had killed Sky. After picking up the she-cat's body, Demon left, intent on returning to the other bodies later.

Once sure the lynx was gone, Moss staggered to his paws, half dead and in immense pain, and went to Flare. The she-kit was, surprisingly, as alive as he was. He picked up his only surviving kit and turned away from the carnage, moving down the mountain toward the Clan cats' territories. Maybe someone there would be able to save his kit...