Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 11:03:32 GMT -5
Age:15 in moons
Description: A petite but lively she-cat, Robinflame is a mixture of her two parents, taking the black of her father and ginger of her mother in warring patches of flaming tabby and black pitch. Built for the speed and endurance of Lightningclan lifestyle, she is a small willow she-cat, with lean leg muscles and a broad chest. Her tail, long and straight, offers her great stability and balance, as well as the ability to swerve and twist turns rapidly. Her head is small, round, with soft features. With these features, one would expect this she-cat to be soft and delicate, but this is belied by the bright and endless energy of her light yellow eyes, much like the sun in their fire.
Description Summary: Small calico she-cat with lemon-yellow eyes.
Robinflame is the clan’s resident daredevil. Always living for the next exciting thing, which involves ever bigger challenges. Sometimes this involves fighting and battle but often it just involves overcoming her boredom. This can mean flirting with toms, or chasing predators, or tracking particularly hard prey, or just doing something new. As a result she can be somewhat dizzying to be around. Never content to be still, she has to always be moving, going to the next thing. Usually this ends in her neglecting her own health and care, which can lead to a disheveled appearance and more frequent injuries. The medicine cats are usually exasperated with her.
Despite that, she is an energetic and caring cat. Whenever she feels her emotions are very strong, passionate, dramatic. Usually she is very entertaining to be around, taking the lead in social situations and usually ending up in the center, though not intentionally, more just from her charisma and energy. Her first impressions usually form her opinion of others and can be hard to combat, particularly if negative. But once you have a bond with her, in friendship and particularly in family, she is incredibly devoted and protective.
Robinflame struggles to make commitments and plan ahead, and is considered a very spontaneous cat. Romantic relationships are unlikely to last long, unless the cat is able to keep up with her constant changes of routine and interest. She has no particular plans for her life, and tends to take things one day at a time. Many cats are critical of her, thinking her wild and disrespectful, and some even voice these feelings to her. Since she has had to deal with cats’ disappointment all of her life, she can be very sensitive to criticism, seeing it as just one more cat against her. Depending on the cat, she may form a vendetta against them, or if they are closer to her, she will be deeply hurt and cut off most contact with them until she can sulk off her frustration and sadness.
As for company, she prefers young cats, newer warriors and apprentices, thinking that older warriors are just boring, and queens particularly are too tied down.
Robinflame is one of the last additions to one of Lightningclans major dynasties. Born to the fourth and last litter of Firebird and Darkcloud, she and her sister Dovecloud grew up rather privileged, with family close by and always watching. Of all her siblings, it seemed that Robinkit had inherited the most of her mother's spirit. Some claim she drained her mother dry, which is why the shecat decided to retire as an elder once her last two daughters became apprentices. Their father retired as well, likely to care for his mate.
Robinkit, then later ‘paw, was quite possibly the most energetic kit that the queens had seen in many moons. She was constantly tiring each kit sitter out.
When she was made an apprentice, she was given Palescreech as a mentor, which was interesting because her mentor was also her older brothers mate. Yet surprisingly it was not as awkward as it could have been. There were times when the two shecats clashed, but both were high spirited and enjoyed doing new things, and so eventually Palescreech managed to mold Robinflame into a halfway decent warrior.
Yet once she no longer had a direct authority figure, Robinflame began spiraling out again into uncontrolled thrill seeking. Making friends everywhere and not really spending any time deepening those relationships, she flits like a butterfly between different cats. Any spare moment she has she uses to find some excitement, to try to get her fix of adrenaline, until she collapses asleep, either in her nest, but sometimes not even then. Often cats can find her curled into a ball just inside the camp boundaries. Yet despite her youth and energy, she continues to push herself hard a warrior and excitement connoisseur both, wearing down her body slowly, possibly dangerously.