Post by duckaboo on Aug 16, 2011 15:56:09 GMT -5
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Name:Stealthfire
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Description:
Personality:
History:
Stealthfire [Miranda]
Tom| 12 moons | yellow | Black with red tint | Cunning | Surreptitious | Greedy
Name:Stealthfire
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Description:
Stealthfire has a black coat that shines red in the sunlight. He looks black most of the time, but is often mistaken for brown when his pelt gleams in the sunlight. He has fiery yellow eyes that are shadowed by his narrow eyelids. His paws are small and blotched with white, and only one of his hind legs has a fully white sock. He has a narrow white streak from his chin to his belly. His tail is really skinny and black with a thin coat of fur. He has white whiskers, and a black spotted tongue. His paw pads are black as well, and his nose is a very dark reddish-brown. Stealthfire has a thin frame, which makes it easy for him to stalk prey, or sneak around the forest.
Personality:
Surreptitious as he is cunning, Stealthfire can conjure up quick battle plans, and they rarely ever fail. The fiery-black tom has always been a greedy one, and will do nearly anything to get what he wants, such as mates, a higher rank, praise, even fresh-kill or a warmer nest.
Aside from all his greediness, Stealthfire is a loyal ThunderClan warrior, and won't ever break the warrior code unless ordered to, or if it is needed. And even then he is reluctant to do so. He will always try his hardest to save a cat, and can never kill a cat. He will never forgive himself if he does. Despite his sharp looks, he is often nervous. The slim black tom will often doubt himself in certain situations, and is afraid of death. He won't defend his clan at the cost of his life; his vow to StarClan was a lie. Because of that, he fears that when he dies he will go to the Dark Forest.
Surreptitiously, he'll stalk the enemies, or even his clan mates, and eavesdrop. He's a snitch, and will tell everything he hears to the Clan leader, in hopes of becoming deputy. But he always hates himself in the end for what he has done, and doubts his own loyalty to the clan. He always tries to become closer to the Clan leader or deputy as well, and will even develop a crush on them if they are female. He falls in love easily, and will do anything for his potential mate. Many of his clan mates despise him for his selfish qualities.
Aside from all his greediness, Stealthfire is a loyal ThunderClan warrior, and won't ever break the warrior code unless ordered to, or if it is needed. And even then he is reluctant to do so. He will always try his hardest to save a cat, and can never kill a cat. He will never forgive himself if he does. Despite his sharp looks, he is often nervous. The slim black tom will often doubt himself in certain situations, and is afraid of death. He won't defend his clan at the cost of his life; his vow to StarClan was a lie. Because of that, he fears that when he dies he will go to the Dark Forest.
Surreptitiously, he'll stalk the enemies, or even his clan mates, and eavesdrop. He's a snitch, and will tell everything he hears to the Clan leader, in hopes of becoming deputy. But he always hates himself in the end for what he has done, and doubts his own loyalty to the clan. He always tries to become closer to the Clan leader or deputy as well, and will even develop a crush on them if they are female. He falls in love easily, and will do anything for his potential mate. Many of his clan mates despise him for his selfish qualities.
History:
Stealthpaw had just woken up from his slumber in the apprentices den. He heard voices inside the den, and decided to pretend to keep sleeping and eavesdrop. The black tom had one tall ear open, listening to the conversation between two other apprentices: Frozenpaw and Cloudedpaw. They were talking about going to hunt in the ShadowClan territory, just across the thunderpath. Stealthpaw bristled with anger when he heard they were going to break Warrior Code, and struggled to keep his fur flat. Continuing to pretend-sleep, he waited until the two apprentices left the den to go get some fresh-kill from the pile.
“Waking up”, and stretching his legs, he padded out of the den to see his mentor, Quickstorm, waiting for him to join the morning patrol. He spotted Frozenpaw and Cloudedpaw heading towards the nursery. Shrugging his shoulders, he padded up to Quickstorm and asked which border they were going to patrol today. Quickstorm nodded towards the other warriors, signaling them to start heading out the camp entrance. He answered Stealthpaw’s question: “ShadowClan.”
Stealthpaw’s eyes widened slightly, but he quickly narrowed them again when he remembered the two apprentices’ conversation. He smirked to himself, quickly plotting how he’d catch them in the act of breaking the code. With silent paw steps, he was off, and sped his way up to the front of the patrol, being careful to make it look like Quickstorm was in the front.
Stealthpaw kept his ears pricked, listening for an extra two clumsy paw steps. He knew Frozenpaw and Cloudedpaw would be sneaking out from behind the nursery. Suddenly he heard the crunch of bracken. He stopped to turn around, and saw Frozenpaw’s off-white coat, which stood out like a mouse among mealworms.
Stealthpaw flinched at the voice of his light-gray mentor, Quickstorm, telling him to catch up. “Hang on; I want to check something out. I’ll be right back, Quickstorm,” Stealthpaw hissed. Quickstorm shrugged and went back to the head of the patrol.
Stealthpaw flattened his ears and kept low to the ground, following Frozenpaw’s scent, followed by Cloudedpaw. Cloudedpaw was Quickstorm’s daughter, also light gray, but with some bright splotches of white on her pelt and calm yellow eyes. Stealthpaw was disappointed that such a pretty she-cat could be so rebelious. Vanishing the thought, he quickly blamed Frozenpaw for corrupting this beautiful gray cat. Frozenpaw was off-white, with icy blue eyes. The two apprentices were easy to track, clumsy and badly camouflaged. They were heading towards ShadowClan’s border, adjacent from the patrol’s route. Obviously they had this a little planned out, but forgot to register how clumsy they were.
The black apprentice was a shadow among the undergrowth, and was very silent. Cloudedpaw and Frozenpaw didn’t detect a thing, not even his scent, which made Stealthpaw stifle a snicker. He loved sneaking up on prey. Laughter tickled his lungs.
Suddenly Frozenpaw stopped in his tracks, making Cloudedpaw bump into his hindquarters. Stealthpaw bristled, suddenly worried that they had detected him. The gray she-cat hissed at Frozenpaw, but was silenced by his signal. She looked in the same direction he was looking at, and spotted the ThunderClan patrol, headed by her father, Quickstorm. The two crouched down behind a tall clump of ferns. They would have to wait for the patrol to leave before they broke cover. This is when Stealthpaw decided to join the patrol.
He slunk away, and found the quickest route to them through the forest. He pretended to be out of breath, and loudly told the patrol to follow him, making sure that Frozenpaw and Cloudedpaw would hear him. The patrol followed him back into the cover of the forest. Stealthpaw knew that the two rule-breakers would quickly run into ShadowClan territory as soon as he was back in the cover of the trees. He led the patrol the same route he had taken when he slunk away from the two apprentices. Letting the patrol poke their heads out from the ferns, they gasped when they saw Frozenpaw and Cloudedpaw racing across the thunderpath. Quickstorm waited until they finished crossing.
“Cloudedpaw, get back here!” the tall gray warrior yowled at the apprentice.
The two apprentices froze, and slowly turned their heads to see the patrol glaring at them from across the thunderpath. They waited until there were no monsters, and quickly raced back to the ThunderClan scent marker.
“Do you have any idea what you are doing?” Quickstorm growled at them. The two apprentices dipped their heads and quietly stared at their paws. A cream colored warrior stepped behind them and made sure they wouldn’t try to make a break for it as they traveled back to the camp.
After scolding the rule-breakers and assigning them to cleaning the elders’ bedding for a moon, Quickstorm turned to Stealthpaw and praised him for catching the two in the act.
A quarter moon later, after Stealthpaw had his hunting assessment, he was given his warrior ceremony. The clan leader addressed ThunderClan with the usual caterwauling.
“Stealthpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your life?”
Stealthpaw hesitated. He agreed to the part of the warrior code, but the cost of his life? Was he really willing to die to save his clan? He looked around at the crowd of warriors below the highrock. Swallowing, he stuttered, “I-I do.” He forced his fur to stay flat.
“Then by the power of StarClan I give you your warrior name.” The clan leader stared at Stealthpaw for a moment, possibly thinking of a good name for him. Or… what if she knew Stealthpaw didn’t really mean it when he said “I do”? The sun on Stealthpaw’s pelt gave him a fiery halo on the back of his pelt, adding to the heat already forming in the nervous cat.
“Stealthpaw,” the leader continued, jolting Stealthpaw from his suspicious thoughts, “from this moment on, you will be known as Stealthfire. StarClan honors your wits and your loyalty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan.”
Stealthfire felt relief flood over him. It seemed that no one had suspected a thing. For a heartbeat, he worried if he’ll really be able to hold up to his promise, but the chanting of his new name calmed him down. He proudly lifted his white chin when the leader rested her muzzle on top of his head. Respectfully, he licked her shoulder in turn. Tonight he would hold his silent vigil as the new warrior of ThunderClan.
As he stood in the center of the camp, suddenly he thought of the last deputy ceremony he saw. How wonderful it looked to gain more power and responsibility. He narrowed his already squinty eyes and smirked at the thought of becoming a deputy as well. Stealthfire would try his hardest to be loyal to the clan and to uphold his promise he made before StarClan.
“Waking up”, and stretching his legs, he padded out of the den to see his mentor, Quickstorm, waiting for him to join the morning patrol. He spotted Frozenpaw and Cloudedpaw heading towards the nursery. Shrugging his shoulders, he padded up to Quickstorm and asked which border they were going to patrol today. Quickstorm nodded towards the other warriors, signaling them to start heading out the camp entrance. He answered Stealthpaw’s question: “ShadowClan.”
Stealthpaw’s eyes widened slightly, but he quickly narrowed them again when he remembered the two apprentices’ conversation. He smirked to himself, quickly plotting how he’d catch them in the act of breaking the code. With silent paw steps, he was off, and sped his way up to the front of the patrol, being careful to make it look like Quickstorm was in the front.
Stealthpaw kept his ears pricked, listening for an extra two clumsy paw steps. He knew Frozenpaw and Cloudedpaw would be sneaking out from behind the nursery. Suddenly he heard the crunch of bracken. He stopped to turn around, and saw Frozenpaw’s off-white coat, which stood out like a mouse among mealworms.
Stealthpaw flinched at the voice of his light-gray mentor, Quickstorm, telling him to catch up. “Hang on; I want to check something out. I’ll be right back, Quickstorm,” Stealthpaw hissed. Quickstorm shrugged and went back to the head of the patrol.
Stealthpaw flattened his ears and kept low to the ground, following Frozenpaw’s scent, followed by Cloudedpaw. Cloudedpaw was Quickstorm’s daughter, also light gray, but with some bright splotches of white on her pelt and calm yellow eyes. Stealthpaw was disappointed that such a pretty she-cat could be so rebelious. Vanishing the thought, he quickly blamed Frozenpaw for corrupting this beautiful gray cat. Frozenpaw was off-white, with icy blue eyes. The two apprentices were easy to track, clumsy and badly camouflaged. They were heading towards ShadowClan’s border, adjacent from the patrol’s route. Obviously they had this a little planned out, but forgot to register how clumsy they were.
The black apprentice was a shadow among the undergrowth, and was very silent. Cloudedpaw and Frozenpaw didn’t detect a thing, not even his scent, which made Stealthpaw stifle a snicker. He loved sneaking up on prey. Laughter tickled his lungs.
Suddenly Frozenpaw stopped in his tracks, making Cloudedpaw bump into his hindquarters. Stealthpaw bristled, suddenly worried that they had detected him. The gray she-cat hissed at Frozenpaw, but was silenced by his signal. She looked in the same direction he was looking at, and spotted the ThunderClan patrol, headed by her father, Quickstorm. The two crouched down behind a tall clump of ferns. They would have to wait for the patrol to leave before they broke cover. This is when Stealthpaw decided to join the patrol.
He slunk away, and found the quickest route to them through the forest. He pretended to be out of breath, and loudly told the patrol to follow him, making sure that Frozenpaw and Cloudedpaw would hear him. The patrol followed him back into the cover of the forest. Stealthpaw knew that the two rule-breakers would quickly run into ShadowClan territory as soon as he was back in the cover of the trees. He led the patrol the same route he had taken when he slunk away from the two apprentices. Letting the patrol poke their heads out from the ferns, they gasped when they saw Frozenpaw and Cloudedpaw racing across the thunderpath. Quickstorm waited until they finished crossing.
“Cloudedpaw, get back here!” the tall gray warrior yowled at the apprentice.
The two apprentices froze, and slowly turned their heads to see the patrol glaring at them from across the thunderpath. They waited until there were no monsters, and quickly raced back to the ThunderClan scent marker.
“Do you have any idea what you are doing?” Quickstorm growled at them. The two apprentices dipped their heads and quietly stared at their paws. A cream colored warrior stepped behind them and made sure they wouldn’t try to make a break for it as they traveled back to the camp.
After scolding the rule-breakers and assigning them to cleaning the elders’ bedding for a moon, Quickstorm turned to Stealthpaw and praised him for catching the two in the act.
A quarter moon later, after Stealthpaw had his hunting assessment, he was given his warrior ceremony. The clan leader addressed ThunderClan with the usual caterwauling.
“Stealthpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your life?”
Stealthpaw hesitated. He agreed to the part of the warrior code, but the cost of his life? Was he really willing to die to save his clan? He looked around at the crowd of warriors below the highrock. Swallowing, he stuttered, “I-I do.” He forced his fur to stay flat.
“Then by the power of StarClan I give you your warrior name.” The clan leader stared at Stealthpaw for a moment, possibly thinking of a good name for him. Or… what if she knew Stealthpaw didn’t really mean it when he said “I do”? The sun on Stealthpaw’s pelt gave him a fiery halo on the back of his pelt, adding to the heat already forming in the nervous cat.
“Stealthpaw,” the leader continued, jolting Stealthpaw from his suspicious thoughts, “from this moment on, you will be known as Stealthfire. StarClan honors your wits and your loyalty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan.”
Stealthfire felt relief flood over him. It seemed that no one had suspected a thing. For a heartbeat, he worried if he’ll really be able to hold up to his promise, but the chanting of his new name calmed him down. He proudly lifted his white chin when the leader rested her muzzle on top of his head. Respectfully, he licked her shoulder in turn. Tonight he would hold his silent vigil as the new warrior of ThunderClan.
As he stood in the center of the camp, suddenly he thought of the last deputy ceremony he saw. How wonderful it looked to gain more power and responsibility. He narrowed his already squinty eyes and smirked at the thought of becoming a deputy as well. Stealthfire would try his hardest to be loyal to the clan and to uphold his promise he made before StarClan.
Stealthfire [Miranda]
Tom| 12 moons | yellow | Black with red tint | Cunning | Surreptitious | Greedy
