Post by Dovasary on Aug 21, 2012 12:55:59 GMT -5
Fyrepaw
Perfection is my enemy.
Perfection is my enemy.
Name: Fyrepaw
---> Nicknames: Fy
Species: Cat
---> Breed: Savannah Cat
Age: 8 Moons
Gender: Female
Native or Snatched: Native
Clan/Tribe/Pack: Streamclan
Purchased: N/A
Eye Color: She has hazel-brownish eyes
Coat Color: Tan
Markings: The natural black spotting
Personality: Fy is just want she would seem, light, elegant, and kind. Fy tends to be more grounded, she does not have her head stuck in the clouds just because she has high respect for being native born. If one thing is more irritating to her it is when others attempt to use her. Just because she has respect of others and you want something does not mean you should worm your way into her favor and beg for what you want. Get it yourself; you have working legs, go work for it. There are no freebies, and although you can say she was given her title, she worked for what respect and loyalty Fy is given.
Fyre is kind hearted, she tries to be fair and not be as strict. There must always be rules, in order to keep peace, but, no need to choke people with them, for that will only incite rebellion. Fyre believes in ruling with trust rather than fear and tries her best to do so. She lets everyone have their say, and if she is judging something Fy wants both sides. This does not mean you can push around; she is in no way a push over or a softy. She may get insulted if you try.
Although Fyre can be romantic, and she certainly knows how to flirt, she is careful and does not trust in that way. You have to earn trust, in any relationship you want with her, be it just a friend or something more; you have to earn her trust. She does not love easy, and although she can have her fantasies, she is smart and has her hooves firmly on the ground; Fy knows better than to believe the fairytale endings.
When Fyre is angry, she keeps calm. She may become more subdued, but, she is fairly easy going and keeps her feelings hidden. If you goad her or disrespect her she may give you a bit back, and although that may be the verbal end of it, Fy will remember and you will lose “brownie points” so to speak. She has the memory of an elephant some say, so best not to test her.
---> Likes May showers and Spring flowers, “There is just something about the changing seasons that I love!”
Males, “Just waiting for that prince charming.”
Earning/Having respect, “There is nothing more gratifying.”
Making mistakes, “Although I hate to be wrong or make a mistake, it keeps me grounded, it keeps me, me.”
Good advice, “I do appreciate the occasional helping of advice now and again.”
---> Dislikes Being disrespected, “It’s rude. Be respectful and I will return it”
Just rudeness in general, “I am your equal, I was born a native, I worked to get my respect.”
Snow, “It tends to be beautiful for a second and then turns into a nice brown slush.”
Those types of cats that have their head up their arse, “I get it, you’re just superb, now can we talk about something else?”
Suck-ups, “It is irritating to have a bunch of cats kissing you butt so they can get what they want.”
Being pushed around, “It’s the whole respect thing. I feel like I keep repeating myself…?”
Family: Starkclaw [killed in a border skirmish with the wolves]
Ravenpelt [killed also in the border skirmish]
History: Fyrepaw was born in a litter of four, out of all of the kittens, she was the only one to survive, and even that was iffy. She had trouble breathing a lot of the time and would have to be constantly watched because sometimes, her lungs would just give out and she'd be stuck there not breathing and almost dead. He parents lavished her with love, and against the Medicine cat's and other cat's wishes went every night to Starry Lake to pray to their ancestors.
They begged and pleaded, but it seemed Fyrekit would never get better. Until one day, she had a dream of her own, a dream, or goal, a secret wish. She wanted to be the best she could, despite her own ailment. And so she would run, and run, and take every chance she could to move. She'd hack and cough, and even now as Fyrepaw she still has her moments, but for the most part she can get through it.
One of these days when she was secretly leaving the camp, she ran to the border, and there were three wolves. Thinking she could best them she ran out, ready to fight, but one measly kit can not take on one wolf, let alone three.
Frantic, back at camp, her parents put together a search party and followed her scent. They got there in time to save Fyrekit, but the sustained the loss of two great warriors, Fyrekit's parents. Fyrekit has grown up under the care of the leader, and medicine cat, and the various queens who nursed her. She still feels that it was all her fault that her parents died, and it nags at her day and night.
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