Try Not To Burn Yourself

[flamey]

The | Identity: Dana
The | Alias: Flamey
The | G e n d e r: Female
The | T i m e: 13
The | Label: Human/Lycanthrope
The | Origin: Virginia
The | B e a t: You Can't Take Me-Bryan Adams


-: When Life Gives You Lemons, Squeeze Lemon Juice In Life's Eyes! I Mean, Seriously! What The Hell Am I Supposed To Do With Lemons?! :-

Your | A p p e a r a n c e :

Tan, 5'2", dirt brown hair, brown eyes.

Your | T a l e n t s:

Lycanthrope(Werewolf), Kicks Butt At Football!

Your | S t y l e:

Random, Once Made A Therapist Quit. Loves To Eat And Play On The Computer.

Your | S t o r y :

Born April 25th, 1996, she had two years of happiness before that fateful day in 1998. Her little sister came home. When Dana was three, little Jessica bit her on the back, proof that she was evil. Now she and her sister have fist sights every day.

Your | F l a g :

Total Jayfeather Supporter!

[flamey]

The | Identity: Flamepelt
The | Alias: Little Flamey
The | G e n d e r: Male
The | T i m e: 36 moons
The | Label: Tabby
The | Origin: Thunderclan
The | B e a t: Skillet-Hero


-: Sometimes Ya Just Gotta Wing It! :-

Your | A p p e a r a n c e :

Flamepelt has short fur as bright as fire itself. His darker orange stripes look like the flames that eat at forest trees. When the sun hits it just right, his fur looks as if it's been set ablaze. Flamepelt's stocky build is the same as any Thunderclan born cat. Broad shoulders, strong back legs, and muscles that ripple underneath his short hair coat. Flamepelt's eyes are blue as the daylight sky. His nose is black, with a scar from his childhood running from the top left corner, to the corner of his right nostril. His tail is the average size for a cat, as are his claws and teeth.

Your | T a l e n t s:

He can jump really high due to his strong back legs.

Your | S t y l e:

Flamepelt is that guy at the office who always lightens the mood with joke. He's reckless, outgoing, and dismissive. Not to mention he never takes anything seriously. But he's also smart, cunning, and truthful. In times of great danger, Flamepelt will step forward, take things seriously for a moment. In battle, Flamepelt is even more reckless and outgoing. He fights on pure adrenaline, trusting his gut to tell him what to do. Flamepelt fights with ferocity, but no blood thirst. This is because he simply hates to fight, and would have been a medicine cat, had Starclan not called him towards a different path.

Your | S t o r y :

~Kit~
Young Flamekit was a very lonely child. His mother had died giving birth to him and his brother, Rowankit, who was a very sickly kit. Flamekit's father was abusive and miserable. He took out all his pain on his kits. Flamekit hid his own pain by making jokes and laughing with others. He always did his best to help little Rowankit. One day though, Flamekit woke up, and little Rowankit felt cold. He tried and tried to wake his weak little brother, to no avail. After the vigil, Flamekit's father blamed his son for Rowankit's death, and attacked him. He managed to slice his nose, before the clan deputy stopped him. The next morning, one of the apprentices found his father's body at the base of the hollow, a broken neck.
~Apprenticeship~
Flamepaw had never lost his humor, even after losing both his brother and father in two days. He was assigned a mentor who was exact opposite. His mentor was serious, grumpy, and the best friend Flamepaw had never had. Flamepaw was pushed to his limits, and he grew better because of it. So did his mentor, Flamepaw told him so many jokes, that he lost his grumpiness. Flamepaw was on his final assessment, the one that would make him a warrior. A fox came from nowhere, he was so focused on his hunt, Flamepaw hadn't sensed the approaching danger. His mentor leaped at the fox, driving it into the river. Flamepaw found both the bodies father downstream, both were dead.
~Warrior~
Flamepelt was stubborn, he kept his upbeat personality, even though his life was one big train wreck. Not much has happened since his warrior ceremony.

Your | F l a g :

Thunderclan

[flamey]

The | Identity: Flamepelt
The | Alias: N/A
The | G e n d e r: Male
The | T i m e: 8 moons
The | Label: Savannah Mix
The | Origin: Riverclan
The | B e a t: Simple Plan-Me Against The World


-: When Reality Hits You, Hit Back, Just Harder :-

Your | A p p e a r a n c e :

Standing on his powerful hind legs, Dirtpaw stands at a tall 1'3''. He's proud of his spotted golden fur, and grooms it daily. His eyes are a deep sea-green, they're the only part of his body that portray any emotions other than anger. His claws are long, black, and curved, perfect for leaving scars to enemy cats. His ears are larger than others, as is his tail. Dirtpaw has many more scars than his denmates, this comes from his recklessness. One particular scar runs along the top left(his left) corner of his face, down to bottom right corner.

Your | T a l e n t s:

Exceptionally long claws.

Your | S t y l e:

Aggressive, reckless, and independent. These are all words that describe Dirtpaw. He's also brave, clever, and loyal. But above all, poor Dirtpaw is misunderstood. He's lonely, depressed, and spiteful. He's not emo, but it's hard to make smile or feel anything other than hate. Dirtpaw, unlike is Riverclan clanmates, hates water, and prefers land hunting. He doesn't hate life, but he questions why he's still alive. He's a thinker, but likes to jump head-first into situations. He hates Gatherings, and he hates the other clans. What he needs, is that one person who will make him smile, and finally start living. His foster mother is the only one who can keep him calm.

Your | S t o r y :

Dirtpaw's history actually begins many seasons ago, before Skyclan left the forest. A Skyclan cat had fallen in love with a Shadowclan cat, and they had kits. They stayed with their mother in Shadowclan, any nobody every found out about the affair. Three generations of Shadowclan cats later, one of the great grand kids fell in love with a Windclan cat. Again, the kits stayed with the mother in Windclan, and the affair was never heard of. Five more generations later, one of the Windclan kin fell in love with a Thunderclan cat. The cycle began again, and two generations later, one of the Thunderclan kin fell in love with a Riverclan cat. And this is how Dirtpaw came to arrive in Riverclan. This meaning he has blood from all FIVE clans.
~Kithood~
Dirtkit was actually raised by his mother's best friend, his mother had left the clan in shame breaking the cycle of unknown births. Dirtkit was told she was killed by a fox when he was too little to understand, thinking he would go off and do something stupid, like try to find her. His father was offered to take the little tom to Thunderclan, but he refused, supposedly not wanting anything to do with him. So Dirtkit grew up without a mother or a father. This seems to have emotionally scarred him. It angered him whenever he heard people talking about his mother and father, then break off when they saw him listening. Poor Dirtkit was shunned by the other kits for something he didn't know about, and in turn, this turned him into the wretched apprentice he is today. He knows that his mother wasn't killed by a fox, but he doesn't know what really happened. Dirtkit got his scar from when a small group of rogues tried to attack the camp. Being the reckless idiot he is, he leaped head-first into the battle, ignoring the cries of his foster mother. One of the rogues slashed his face, not caring that he was a kit. They drove of the rogues, but Dirtkit nearly died of the wound. Dirtkit's hatred of water started when he strayed from camp, and fell into the river. One of the warriors had to swim against the violent current to save him. From then on he's had a fear of water.

Your | F l a g :

Riverclan