Post by Fawn on Nov 21, 2012 4:54:33 GMT -5
Name: Pyrelight (Originally known as Pyre on the Mountainside)
Age: 31 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Queen/Warrior
Picture:
Description: Pyrelight is a cinnamon silver and white tabby she-cat; her body is of average proportions, though she may appear a little larger than her thinner-furred companions due to her thick coat. All of her paws are solid white, continuing up her legs into dark cinnamon stripes, flowing up onto her heavily pigmented shoulders, back and thick plume of a tail. Her eyes are hazel, leaning more towards green. Pyrelight has distinctive dark cinnamon tabby markings along the center of her forehead in the classic "M" shape, and tabby striping right over her cheeks, all pointing to white whiskerpads, white chin, a dark pink nose, and a white throat. The white continues all the way down her chest, underbelly until it reaches the underside of her tail.
Her paws are thick and travel-worn. The thick leafbare has left her coat very plush and longer than it normally is. She has a long scar from her chin to her right shoulder blade, where she cut herself falling on rocks.
Description Summary: A cinnamon silver and white tabby she-cat with hazel eyes.
Personality:
Even before her days as a StoneClan cat, Pyrelight has always been quite the in depth piece of work. It was like the other creatures around her were two dimensional, and she was the only one with three-dimensional ideas and three-dimensional wants, dislikes and needs. She has had a way with words and a certain clarity of thought and brazenness about herself that's enviable. Pyrelight has never been the type of she-cat to keep secrets; she finds them hurtful and usually doing more harm than good. Desiring to be nothing if not honest, Pyrelight usually tries to keep herself out of situations that would require her to lie.
It isn't so much that bending the truth is what keeps her up at night, it's that Pyrelight is of the mindset that lies breed like rabbits. First you have one. Then that lie finds another lie, and if you leave them alone together for so long, there's going to be more of them. And then even more. Usually preferring to come clean rather than let things escalate, it would truly take a dire situation and the begging of a very close friend or someone trustworthy to make her hold her tongue. She isn't necessarily a tattle tale, just a strong believer in right and wrong.
Rational and dogmatic, Pyrelight is actually a firm believer in StarClan. She is one of the particularly pious members of StoneClan that take a certain amount of relief knowing that there are cats watching out for her, and that her deceased mate, Warhawk, is looking down at her and their children from Silverpelt each night. Though she's always been protective of those close to her, the death of Warhawk has left her extremely overprotective of her brood of four, and while she remains as loving, gentle and intuitive as she was when he was alive, there is a certain emotional vulnerability yet toughness about her that's hard to miss.
It's clear that she is still grieving, in the slightly withdrawn nature that's come out of her lately, but she is doing so with dignity and pride, which is more that can be said for her mother-in-law, Smokeface. When it comes to her kits, it's no surprise that Pyrelight is as fearless as they come; willing to sacrifice everything for them, she would go to hell and back if it meant that her four babies would be safe from danger. Anyone worth their salt should know better than to cross a she-cat with kits to protect.
Despite not being Clan born, Pyrelight is just as loyal as the next, and despite having lost her beloved mate, Pyrelight still feels as though her place is with StoneClan, and the family of Warhawk, despite not agreeing with them on most things.
Having no living relatives of her own, Pyrelight feels strangely alone now, with only Smokeface, Longclaw and Smokeface's brood to deal with. They aren't much of a support system; being naturally intuitive as well as observant, Pyrelight is aware of the jealousy Raccoonmask and Tigerlily had for Warhawk. She is also aware of Smokeface's obsession with revenge, and despite having lost her pillar of support, her love of her life, Pyrelight truly believes that whatever Smokeface is planning, that it's wrong. She is still trying to get by in a Clan that's gotten suddenly so lonely, but Pyrelight is tough, she's a hardy she-cat who isn't so easily to knock down.
An interesting little tidbit is that Pyrelight is incredibly squeamish when it comes to maggots.
She also hero-worshiped Warhawk, but for reasons entirely different than the norm.
History:
She had been born Pyre on the Mountainside, for her wood-hued stripes. Her father had been particularly fond of the word "Pyre" ever since he'd heard a loner say it in passing, and thus the name stuck. Her father's name was Night of the Falling Stars, or "Night". Her mother was Sparrow that Sings in the Snow, or "Sparrow"; Pyre on the Mountainside was one of two kits born to the happy couple, though her brother died in a lynx attack while training to be a cave-guard.
Outside of her brother Wolf's death (Wolf Who Fears Nothing), nothing truly eventful happened until Pyre was roughly 12 moons old. The first was the death of her mother to an adder, and the whole tribe had morned for her, the second, however, was when her father Night, and her closest tom friend, Strike (Eagle that Strikes Twice), were infected with the Madness.
"Madness" was the Tribe term for rabies, the two having come in contact with an infected fox on Cave-Guard duty. It took many days of panic and fear for Stone Teller to finally decide on the fate of Night and Strike, and much to Pyre's horror, he chose execution. There was no possible method of saving either one of them, so death was the only way to keep the rest of the tribe safe.
Night was chased into a crevice in the rocks, which they barricaded, intending to let him starve to death rather than fight him and risk getting bitten. Strike was a little harder to deal with; for one thing, he was the fastest Prey-Hunter in the Tribe, and secondly, no one wanted to get close enough to him to kill him. Strike ended up escaping, and for the next four moons, the Clan was on edge, everyone was jittery, all eyes peeled for their infected Tribe-mate, many Kit-Mothers praying to their ancestors that something would kill Strike to prevent him from returning to the tribe. Unfortunately, when Pyre was 16 moons, Strike returned to the Tribe of Rushing Water with a vengeance.
Strike killed two Cave-Guards, one To-Be, before Pyre and a group of Prey-Hunters tried to intervene. After two more cats fell to Strike, Pyre voluntarily became bait for Strike, intending to lead him as far away from the Tribe as she possibly could. Talking to him all the while - reminiscing as well as insulting him - anything to keep him on her tail - Strike's relentless pursuit had her running for an entire day. She was only able to rest when the rapid Strike slowed to rest, tongue lolling, foam around his lips.
It took another two days of this awful game of cat and mouse for Pyre to collapse. With nothing to go back to, it hadn't been a tough decision to be the one to lure Strike away - what she DID find difficult, however, was actually killing a cat who had once been her friend. Luckily for Pyre, she did not have to be the one to actually do the deed. Exhausted, wounded from their tussle earlier (she'd managed to avoid getting bitten, thankfully), and starved, Pyre had collapsed on the outskirts of some unknown territory. With swiftness and strength that put Strike's own skill to shame, a handsome dark brown tabby had descended upon her attacker. Deftly avoiding the frothing, foamy mouth, the brown warrior had delivered a quick bite to the back of Strike's neck, bringing the whole tragedy to an end.
It wasn't until she woke up in the Medicine Cat's den that she finally learned this tom's name. Thornfang, he called himself, a warrior of StoneClan, and the 'guy who was gonna look after her from now on.' After listening to her plight and learning her name, it had been Thornfang personally who spoke to the StoneClan leader about arranging it so that she might join the Clan, and he had promised to take the heat for anything negative that came of this. After a moon of recovery for Pyre and Thornfang whittling down the StoneClan leader's resistance, it was finally agreed that, with formal training from Thornfang, Pyre would be given a chance to join StoneClan.
At seventeen moons, this was when Pyre's life had truly begun.
It took her four moons to meet Thornfang's strict hunting and fighting standards. It took her five moons to earn her warrior name of Pyrelight, at a battle against LightningClan. But it had only taken her half a moon to fall in love with the handsome, charismatic, courageous tom who had saved her life. The remarkable ferocity and battle prowess Thornfang constantly displayed did not go unnoticed; When they were 25 moons, Thornfang, for his heroism and his undefeated streak in the duration of his life, he was renamed Warhawk. In Pyrelight's eyes, he had always been a hero, but he was a hero to her for reasons different than those of her Clanmate's. He may have been named for his ferocity, for his blood-lust and battle prowess in times of war, but to her, he was always a symbol of peace, kindness and protection. She saw sides of him he didn't let anyone else see – the side of him that couldn't let a starved, weak, exhausted she-cat die even when he didn't know her name and couldn't be certain she'd even survive the night.
Forever her savior, it was to her complete astonishment that after being crowned Warhawk, the handsome tabby warrior had approached her and asked that she become his mate. The answer was an immediate yes, a thousand times yes, and the whole Clan rejoiced, for she had earned her place as a well-liked StoneClan warrior, and he was, as always, their champion.
When Pyrelight was 28 Moons, she bore Warhawk's kits, a litter of four in total - two she-kits and two tom-kits, by the names of Oceankit, the largest of the litter and just like his father, Emberkit, a she-kit of a beautiful ginger hue, a light brown tabby she-kit named Windkit, and the runt of the litter and second tom, Earthkit. To the happy parents, they were the most beautiful babies in the world, and for Pyrelight and Warhawk (whom she still affectionatelly called Thornfang), there was never a happier time in their young, fulfilling lives.
Until the worst of the worst had happened. Her soul mate, her savior, the father of her kits, had been killed in an accident at the river. It was from her understanding that the golden warrior, Lionstep at the time and deputy of TreeClan, had pushed Warhawk into the river, where he'd subsequently drowned, and Raccoonmask (Warhawk's brother) had escaped. Pyrelight's heart had broken. With two moon old kits to take care of and no family, she felt as though her life was spinning rapidly out of control, with nothing to grab on to so she could steady herself. This first full moon without Warhawk has been the hardest moon of her life, and while she is staying strong for her kits, it is obvious that his death has left a hole in her heart bigger than any amount of condolences and time could hope to heal.
If it weren't for the sake of two very close friends, Pyrelight never would've made it this far.
Other: >>Theme Songs<<
If I Die Young || The Band Perry (Pyrelight)
Good Man || India Arie (Warhawk/Pyrelight)
Adoptable: No
Created By: Fawn
Age: 31 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Queen/Warrior
Picture:
Description: Pyrelight is a cinnamon silver and white tabby she-cat; her body is of average proportions, though she may appear a little larger than her thinner-furred companions due to her thick coat. All of her paws are solid white, continuing up her legs into dark cinnamon stripes, flowing up onto her heavily pigmented shoulders, back and thick plume of a tail. Her eyes are hazel, leaning more towards green. Pyrelight has distinctive dark cinnamon tabby markings along the center of her forehead in the classic "M" shape, and tabby striping right over her cheeks, all pointing to white whiskerpads, white chin, a dark pink nose, and a white throat. The white continues all the way down her chest, underbelly until it reaches the underside of her tail.
Her paws are thick and travel-worn. The thick leafbare has left her coat very plush and longer than it normally is. She has a long scar from her chin to her right shoulder blade, where she cut herself falling on rocks.
Description Summary: A cinnamon silver and white tabby she-cat with hazel eyes.
Personality:
Even before her days as a StoneClan cat, Pyrelight has always been quite the in depth piece of work. It was like the other creatures around her were two dimensional, and she was the only one with three-dimensional ideas and three-dimensional wants, dislikes and needs. She has had a way with words and a certain clarity of thought and brazenness about herself that's enviable. Pyrelight has never been the type of she-cat to keep secrets; she finds them hurtful and usually doing more harm than good. Desiring to be nothing if not honest, Pyrelight usually tries to keep herself out of situations that would require her to lie.
It isn't so much that bending the truth is what keeps her up at night, it's that Pyrelight is of the mindset that lies breed like rabbits. First you have one. Then that lie finds another lie, and if you leave them alone together for so long, there's going to be more of them. And then even more. Usually preferring to come clean rather than let things escalate, it would truly take a dire situation and the begging of a very close friend or someone trustworthy to make her hold her tongue. She isn't necessarily a tattle tale, just a strong believer in right and wrong.
Rational and dogmatic, Pyrelight is actually a firm believer in StarClan. She is one of the particularly pious members of StoneClan that take a certain amount of relief knowing that there are cats watching out for her, and that her deceased mate, Warhawk, is looking down at her and their children from Silverpelt each night. Though she's always been protective of those close to her, the death of Warhawk has left her extremely overprotective of her brood of four, and while she remains as loving, gentle and intuitive as she was when he was alive, there is a certain emotional vulnerability yet toughness about her that's hard to miss.
It's clear that she is still grieving, in the slightly withdrawn nature that's come out of her lately, but she is doing so with dignity and pride, which is more that can be said for her mother-in-law, Smokeface. When it comes to her kits, it's no surprise that Pyrelight is as fearless as they come; willing to sacrifice everything for them, she would go to hell and back if it meant that her four babies would be safe from danger. Anyone worth their salt should know better than to cross a she-cat with kits to protect.
Despite not being Clan born, Pyrelight is just as loyal as the next, and despite having lost her beloved mate, Pyrelight still feels as though her place is with StoneClan, and the family of Warhawk, despite not agreeing with them on most things.
Having no living relatives of her own, Pyrelight feels strangely alone now, with only Smokeface, Longclaw and Smokeface's brood to deal with. They aren't much of a support system; being naturally intuitive as well as observant, Pyrelight is aware of the jealousy Raccoonmask and Tigerlily had for Warhawk. She is also aware of Smokeface's obsession with revenge, and despite having lost her pillar of support, her love of her life, Pyrelight truly believes that whatever Smokeface is planning, that it's wrong. She is still trying to get by in a Clan that's gotten suddenly so lonely, but Pyrelight is tough, she's a hardy she-cat who isn't so easily to knock down.
An interesting little tidbit is that Pyrelight is incredibly squeamish when it comes to maggots.
She also hero-worshiped Warhawk, but for reasons entirely different than the norm.
History:
She had been born Pyre on the Mountainside, for her wood-hued stripes. Her father had been particularly fond of the word "Pyre" ever since he'd heard a loner say it in passing, and thus the name stuck. Her father's name was Night of the Falling Stars, or "Night". Her mother was Sparrow that Sings in the Snow, or "Sparrow"; Pyre on the Mountainside was one of two kits born to the happy couple, though her brother died in a lynx attack while training to be a cave-guard.
Outside of her brother Wolf's death (Wolf Who Fears Nothing), nothing truly eventful happened until Pyre was roughly 12 moons old. The first was the death of her mother to an adder, and the whole tribe had morned for her, the second, however, was when her father Night, and her closest tom friend, Strike (Eagle that Strikes Twice), were infected with the Madness.
"Madness" was the Tribe term for rabies, the two having come in contact with an infected fox on Cave-Guard duty. It took many days of panic and fear for Stone Teller to finally decide on the fate of Night and Strike, and much to Pyre's horror, he chose execution. There was no possible method of saving either one of them, so death was the only way to keep the rest of the tribe safe.
Night was chased into a crevice in the rocks, which they barricaded, intending to let him starve to death rather than fight him and risk getting bitten. Strike was a little harder to deal with; for one thing, he was the fastest Prey-Hunter in the Tribe, and secondly, no one wanted to get close enough to him to kill him. Strike ended up escaping, and for the next four moons, the Clan was on edge, everyone was jittery, all eyes peeled for their infected Tribe-mate, many Kit-Mothers praying to their ancestors that something would kill Strike to prevent him from returning to the tribe. Unfortunately, when Pyre was 16 moons, Strike returned to the Tribe of Rushing Water with a vengeance.
Strike killed two Cave-Guards, one To-Be, before Pyre and a group of Prey-Hunters tried to intervene. After two more cats fell to Strike, Pyre voluntarily became bait for Strike, intending to lead him as far away from the Tribe as she possibly could. Talking to him all the while - reminiscing as well as insulting him - anything to keep him on her tail - Strike's relentless pursuit had her running for an entire day. She was only able to rest when the rapid Strike slowed to rest, tongue lolling, foam around his lips.
It took another two days of this awful game of cat and mouse for Pyre to collapse. With nothing to go back to, it hadn't been a tough decision to be the one to lure Strike away - what she DID find difficult, however, was actually killing a cat who had once been her friend. Luckily for Pyre, she did not have to be the one to actually do the deed. Exhausted, wounded from their tussle earlier (she'd managed to avoid getting bitten, thankfully), and starved, Pyre had collapsed on the outskirts of some unknown territory. With swiftness and strength that put Strike's own skill to shame, a handsome dark brown tabby had descended upon her attacker. Deftly avoiding the frothing, foamy mouth, the brown warrior had delivered a quick bite to the back of Strike's neck, bringing the whole tragedy to an end.
It wasn't until she woke up in the Medicine Cat's den that she finally learned this tom's name. Thornfang, he called himself, a warrior of StoneClan, and the 'guy who was gonna look after her from now on.' After listening to her plight and learning her name, it had been Thornfang personally who spoke to the StoneClan leader about arranging it so that she might join the Clan, and he had promised to take the heat for anything negative that came of this. After a moon of recovery for Pyre and Thornfang whittling down the StoneClan leader's resistance, it was finally agreed that, with formal training from Thornfang, Pyre would be given a chance to join StoneClan.
At seventeen moons, this was when Pyre's life had truly begun.
It took her four moons to meet Thornfang's strict hunting and fighting standards. It took her five moons to earn her warrior name of Pyrelight, at a battle against LightningClan. But it had only taken her half a moon to fall in love with the handsome, charismatic, courageous tom who had saved her life. The remarkable ferocity and battle prowess Thornfang constantly displayed did not go unnoticed; When they were 25 moons, Thornfang, for his heroism and his undefeated streak in the duration of his life, he was renamed Warhawk. In Pyrelight's eyes, he had always been a hero, but he was a hero to her for reasons different than those of her Clanmate's. He may have been named for his ferocity, for his blood-lust and battle prowess in times of war, but to her, he was always a symbol of peace, kindness and protection. She saw sides of him he didn't let anyone else see – the side of him that couldn't let a starved, weak, exhausted she-cat die even when he didn't know her name and couldn't be certain she'd even survive the night.
Forever her savior, it was to her complete astonishment that after being crowned Warhawk, the handsome tabby warrior had approached her and asked that she become his mate. The answer was an immediate yes, a thousand times yes, and the whole Clan rejoiced, for she had earned her place as a well-liked StoneClan warrior, and he was, as always, their champion.
When Pyrelight was 28 Moons, she bore Warhawk's kits, a litter of four in total - two she-kits and two tom-kits, by the names of Oceankit, the largest of the litter and just like his father, Emberkit, a she-kit of a beautiful ginger hue, a light brown tabby she-kit named Windkit, and the runt of the litter and second tom, Earthkit. To the happy parents, they were the most beautiful babies in the world, and for Pyrelight and Warhawk (whom she still affectionatelly called Thornfang), there was never a happier time in their young, fulfilling lives.
Until the worst of the worst had happened. Her soul mate, her savior, the father of her kits, had been killed in an accident at the river. It was from her understanding that the golden warrior, Lionstep at the time and deputy of TreeClan, had pushed Warhawk into the river, where he'd subsequently drowned, and Raccoonmask (Warhawk's brother) had escaped. Pyrelight's heart had broken. With two moon old kits to take care of and no family, she felt as though her life was spinning rapidly out of control, with nothing to grab on to so she could steady herself. This first full moon without Warhawk has been the hardest moon of her life, and while she is staying strong for her kits, it is obvious that his death has left a hole in her heart bigger than any amount of condolences and time could hope to heal.
If it weren't for the sake of two very close friends, Pyrelight never would've made it this far.
~if the sun comes up and I'm not home,
be strong.
If I'm not beside you, do your best to carry on.
Tell the kids about me
when they're old enough to understand.
Tell them that their daddy was a good man.~
be strong.
If I'm not beside you, do your best to carry on.
Tell the kids about me
when they're old enough to understand.
Tell them that their daddy was a good man.~
Other: >>Theme Songs<<
If I Die Young || The Band Perry (Pyrelight)
Good Man || India Arie (Warhawk/Pyrelight)
Adoptable: No
Created By: Fawn