Post by Skysong/Firehawk on Jan 24, 2008 20:19:51 GMT -5
Name: Firehawk
Age: 2
Rank: Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: Firehawk's pelt is a strange collaboration of reds, oranges, and golds. Some classify him as a tabby, because of his markings, others call him some kind of a freak. Whatever happened in his gene pool to make him this fiery color no one but StarClan knows, but some cats in his Clan call it stunningly beautiful, others call it a curse. His eyes echo that fiery color and glow an orange-red. Perhaps he is a new kind of albino - born from hell. Possibly because he often gets into fights because of his attitude, this tom is quite strong, and quite swift.
Personality: Firehawk is decent enough, when he wants to be. However most of the time his famous rebellious streak is in action. This male always has an insult up his fur, and excuses to keep him out of trouble. There are times when he can be charming, even kind, but this male knows he is strong, and flaunts it. Everyone in his clan knows he could have been deputy, but his attutude always gets in the way. Pity, really. Firehawk never had an ambition to become clan leader, though. No, he was a warrior, and wanted to stay that way. Always.
History: Like all cats, he was born to a she-cat and a tom. Who? No one knows. The she-cat had been a rogue, and probably the tom as well, but the female had been attacked by a badger right after birth. The starving creature had tried to get at the kits, and all but Firekit survived. Dragging herself to NightClan, she begged the leader to give Firekit a place in the clan. Taking pity on her, the leader agreed, and took Firekit to a nursing queen. Firehawk's mother died that night.
No one really liked Firehawk, and at first it was only because he was a rogue's kit, and that was what began his attitude. Even his mentor hated him, so Firepaw thought. So he began to train, and get in trouble, whenever he could. Train, train, hunt, and train. He advanced so quickly that he was promoted to warrior three moons later, known as Firehawk. For his fiery temper, and his keen sight and lethal claws. Ever since then, few have bothered him. He was the outcast, and he knew it. Then again, he didn't care.
Role Play Example:
The muscles connected to her back and ribs tightened and relaxed, rotating the bones that gave her the ability to soar the skies. The golden scales flexed smoothly and unhindered ontop of the dragon's flesh as she flapped, following the instinct to catch another thermal to raise herself higher into the air. The golden she-dragon skimmed above the clouds, peering between the holes that betrayed her existence, though some may dismiss her as merely a mirage. Farms and towns soon became woods and lakes as she entered the wilderness - her home. The home she had since she was but a hatchling. Lifting her great head, she sighed, letting the wind brush about the horns that jutted from her head just above her sensitive ears, and felt them tingle, along with her nose-horns and the horns that protruded from her cheekbones. The ridges on her back and the spikes that created a deadly club on her tail did nothing but give her protection. However the horns on her face did more than that - they helped her sense magic. They tingled whenever a dragon, or a magical creature was nearby, and so they tingled now.
A giant winged beast flew toward her and her heart gave that familiar lurch that one feels when a female (possibly also males, but she didn't know whether they had that same feeling too) feels strong affection toward another. A thing called love. That lurch was quickly rebuked however. This beautiful silver dragon, with his majestic wingspan and sharp, bold horns, was taken. Taken by a shrewed white female. Sadness filled her heart as she reminded herself. She could not be his. This silver dragon was a very close friend of hers, they knew each other since they were hatchlings. The male hovered within speaking distance of Skysong, unaware of her depressed state. He smiled, making her heart flutter. A smile for her, and not for that wench, Cloudbreath. She smiled back to him.
Greetings Driftblaze. she called to him, hiding her feeling deep inside. She must pretend as if nothing had happened. Driftblaze did not know of her affections, and it must stay that way. Once you have a mate...you were stuck for life. Skysong knew, she had one once. Before he died. Driftblaze grinned broader, his golden eyes meeting her blue ones. She fought to not look away, or gaze too longingly at him. She would not...she could not. If only she could love him! It tore her apart every day.
Hey Skysong! Have you seen Cloudbreath? he queried, and Skysong blinked. Cloudbreath always told him where she was. What was going on? I haven't - oh, there she is. he looked up above Skysong, seeing a white wisp of dragon flying high, higher than most dragons could fly, Skysong and Driftblaze included. Her name said it for itself, she was a breath of Cloud, far up in the sky. A feeling of hatred and jealousy filled Skysong as Driftblaze's mate glided down from the heavens and smiled sweetly at the male, then glared pointedly at Skysong. The expression was obvious. He is mine, you cannot have him.
That selfish little wench! She probably wondered why Driftblaze was talking to her. For heavens sakes, they were friends! She and Driftblaze knew each other long before Cloudbreath was in the picture. Cloudbreath gave one last glare at Skysong before coyly turning toward her mate.
Sweetling, Oh that word make Skysong want to retch! Let's go home.
Dear heart, where were you? Driftblaze asked worriedly. You always tell me where you go...
Skysong knew when she was temporarily forgotten. With a nod of farewell to Driftblaze, she dipped down to gain momentum, and sped off away from the couple.
You were asleep and I didn't want to... Cloudbreath's reply was taken by the wind as the golden dragon flew away. Dragons did not have tear ducts, but their throats tightened with a strong urge to cry out when one was upset. Her throat was clenched so tight that it was making it hard for the dragon to breathe. Slowly, however, as she flew away from Driftblaze and his mate, it opened up again, and she forced herself to forget about the conversation. Not really forget, but she shoved it into a dusty corner of her mind. Dwelling on things she could not change was unhealthy.
Slowly she began her spiralling descent towards a choice cavern she called her home. It was in the centre of the only mountain around. It was quite a random rock formation, but hey, it was home. Backwinging gracefully she landed with expert ease onto the rock that jutted out from the cave's entrance. It was a sizable cavern, large enough to comfortably fit five dragons in the main cavity that the entrance tunnel led to a few feet in. The "living room" then branched out to three tunnels. One led to her personal room, where she slept, the second led to a guest area that could house four dragons in three seperate rooms, and the third led to an underground river. The familiar rush of the water comforted Skysong as she walked in, and flopped heavily in the main cavity, close to the tunnel that led to her small river. A pitiful whimper fell from her muzzle before she fell asleep.
Skysong's eyes opened to a brightly lit cavern as the sun shown brightly from the entrance. She had slept for a whole day! Blinking away her shock she rose to her feet hurriedly. What had she missed? Trotting outside she gasped. Her valley was now riddled with smoke, fire lashing at the trees dangerously. Forest fire! The smoke had not yet risen to her cavern, and the wind was blowing the opposite direction. Lucky her, but what about Driftblaze? Leaping off of her porch and into the air she looked down at the destruction with sadness. This had been her home for three hundred years, and it was all gone. There was nothing she could do about it.
Looking up she heard a roar, and noticed Cloudbreath was frantically flying towards her. Skysong's heart lurched. Where was Driftblaze? As the white dragoness spied her, Skysong lurched to a halt. Cloudbreath whimpered as she hovered there, and Skysong whipped her tail across her face, just as she had wanted toted to for so many years. Control yourself! Where is your mate? Skysong demanded angrily. Cloudbreath looked stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath.
Trapped in our den!
Other: Uh...nope
Age: 2
Rank: Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: Firehawk's pelt is a strange collaboration of reds, oranges, and golds. Some classify him as a tabby, because of his markings, others call him some kind of a freak. Whatever happened in his gene pool to make him this fiery color no one but StarClan knows, but some cats in his Clan call it stunningly beautiful, others call it a curse. His eyes echo that fiery color and glow an orange-red. Perhaps he is a new kind of albino - born from hell. Possibly because he often gets into fights because of his attitude, this tom is quite strong, and quite swift.
Personality: Firehawk is decent enough, when he wants to be. However most of the time his famous rebellious streak is in action. This male always has an insult up his fur, and excuses to keep him out of trouble. There are times when he can be charming, even kind, but this male knows he is strong, and flaunts it. Everyone in his clan knows he could have been deputy, but his attutude always gets in the way. Pity, really. Firehawk never had an ambition to become clan leader, though. No, he was a warrior, and wanted to stay that way. Always.
History: Like all cats, he was born to a she-cat and a tom. Who? No one knows. The she-cat had been a rogue, and probably the tom as well, but the female had been attacked by a badger right after birth. The starving creature had tried to get at the kits, and all but Firekit survived. Dragging herself to NightClan, she begged the leader to give Firekit a place in the clan. Taking pity on her, the leader agreed, and took Firekit to a nursing queen. Firehawk's mother died that night.
No one really liked Firehawk, and at first it was only because he was a rogue's kit, and that was what began his attitude. Even his mentor hated him, so Firepaw thought. So he began to train, and get in trouble, whenever he could. Train, train, hunt, and train. He advanced so quickly that he was promoted to warrior three moons later, known as Firehawk. For his fiery temper, and his keen sight and lethal claws. Ever since then, few have bothered him. He was the outcast, and he knew it. Then again, he didn't care.
Role Play Example:
From a dragon roleplay.
The muscles connected to her back and ribs tightened and relaxed, rotating the bones that gave her the ability to soar the skies. The golden scales flexed smoothly and unhindered ontop of the dragon's flesh as she flapped, following the instinct to catch another thermal to raise herself higher into the air. The golden she-dragon skimmed above the clouds, peering between the holes that betrayed her existence, though some may dismiss her as merely a mirage. Farms and towns soon became woods and lakes as she entered the wilderness - her home. The home she had since she was but a hatchling. Lifting her great head, she sighed, letting the wind brush about the horns that jutted from her head just above her sensitive ears, and felt them tingle, along with her nose-horns and the horns that protruded from her cheekbones. The ridges on her back and the spikes that created a deadly club on her tail did nothing but give her protection. However the horns on her face did more than that - they helped her sense magic. They tingled whenever a dragon, or a magical creature was nearby, and so they tingled now.
A giant winged beast flew toward her and her heart gave that familiar lurch that one feels when a female (possibly also males, but she didn't know whether they had that same feeling too) feels strong affection toward another. A thing called love. That lurch was quickly rebuked however. This beautiful silver dragon, with his majestic wingspan and sharp, bold horns, was taken. Taken by a shrewed white female. Sadness filled her heart as she reminded herself. She could not be his. This silver dragon was a very close friend of hers, they knew each other since they were hatchlings. The male hovered within speaking distance of Skysong, unaware of her depressed state. He smiled, making her heart flutter. A smile for her, and not for that wench, Cloudbreath. She smiled back to him.
Greetings Driftblaze. she called to him, hiding her feeling deep inside. She must pretend as if nothing had happened. Driftblaze did not know of her affections, and it must stay that way. Once you have a mate...you were stuck for life. Skysong knew, she had one once. Before he died. Driftblaze grinned broader, his golden eyes meeting her blue ones. She fought to not look away, or gaze too longingly at him. She would not...she could not. If only she could love him! It tore her apart every day.
Hey Skysong! Have you seen Cloudbreath? he queried, and Skysong blinked. Cloudbreath always told him where she was. What was going on? I haven't - oh, there she is. he looked up above Skysong, seeing a white wisp of dragon flying high, higher than most dragons could fly, Skysong and Driftblaze included. Her name said it for itself, she was a breath of Cloud, far up in the sky. A feeling of hatred and jealousy filled Skysong as Driftblaze's mate glided down from the heavens and smiled sweetly at the male, then glared pointedly at Skysong. The expression was obvious. He is mine, you cannot have him.
That selfish little wench! She probably wondered why Driftblaze was talking to her. For heavens sakes, they were friends! She and Driftblaze knew each other long before Cloudbreath was in the picture. Cloudbreath gave one last glare at Skysong before coyly turning toward her mate.
Sweetling, Oh that word make Skysong want to retch! Let's go home.
Dear heart, where were you? Driftblaze asked worriedly. You always tell me where you go...
Skysong knew when she was temporarily forgotten. With a nod of farewell to Driftblaze, she dipped down to gain momentum, and sped off away from the couple.
You were asleep and I didn't want to... Cloudbreath's reply was taken by the wind as the golden dragon flew away. Dragons did not have tear ducts, but their throats tightened with a strong urge to cry out when one was upset. Her throat was clenched so tight that it was making it hard for the dragon to breathe. Slowly, however, as she flew away from Driftblaze and his mate, it opened up again, and she forced herself to forget about the conversation. Not really forget, but she shoved it into a dusty corner of her mind. Dwelling on things she could not change was unhealthy.
Slowly she began her spiralling descent towards a choice cavern she called her home. It was in the centre of the only mountain around. It was quite a random rock formation, but hey, it was home. Backwinging gracefully she landed with expert ease onto the rock that jutted out from the cave's entrance. It was a sizable cavern, large enough to comfortably fit five dragons in the main cavity that the entrance tunnel led to a few feet in. The "living room" then branched out to three tunnels. One led to her personal room, where she slept, the second led to a guest area that could house four dragons in three seperate rooms, and the third led to an underground river. The familiar rush of the water comforted Skysong as she walked in, and flopped heavily in the main cavity, close to the tunnel that led to her small river. A pitiful whimper fell from her muzzle before she fell asleep.
Skysong's eyes opened to a brightly lit cavern as the sun shown brightly from the entrance. She had slept for a whole day! Blinking away her shock she rose to her feet hurriedly. What had she missed? Trotting outside she gasped. Her valley was now riddled with smoke, fire lashing at the trees dangerously. Forest fire! The smoke had not yet risen to her cavern, and the wind was blowing the opposite direction. Lucky her, but what about Driftblaze? Leaping off of her porch and into the air she looked down at the destruction with sadness. This had been her home for three hundred years, and it was all gone. There was nothing she could do about it.
Looking up she heard a roar, and noticed Cloudbreath was frantically flying towards her. Skysong's heart lurched. Where was Driftblaze? As the white dragoness spied her, Skysong lurched to a halt. Cloudbreath whimpered as she hovered there, and Skysong whipped her tail across her face, just as she had wanted toted to for so many years. Control yourself! Where is your mate? Skysong demanded angrily. Cloudbreath looked stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath.
Trapped in our den!
Other: Uh...nope
