Post by Scarheart321 on Sept 26, 2009 22:18:25 GMT -5
Name:
Burningstar
Age:
98 moons
Rank:
Leader
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
StarClan
Personality:
The calm personality he had was well made with kits and mischievous cats, but he would not hold back punishment when it came. His tongue wasn't as sharp as some but his mind was and when it came he did what had to be done.
It was the way he held himself that made him the way he was in the face of danger. He could do anything it seemed while hiding his emotions away from the world so that he could get things done. So many times, though, he had to remind himself that he would be nothing with his Clan.
Emotions were well hid with him, (not to Suncloud though) but he showed compassion toward his Clan and the ones he loved. When a new warrior was made he made no time in making sure they knew what their duties were.
Through all the seriousness he had a good sense of humor. He was always caught laughing with friends and fellow warriors. His mischief has always staid in his heart.
Description:
Broad shoulders and a slender body silhouette his dark ginger fur. Swift as the wind, he can sweep up the world when he hides in the colorful leaves in fall-leaf. Bright amber eyes make him look like an even darker flame.
History:
He was born with the thought that he would never survive. All the time he would hide his pain when he saw his brother and sister become apprentices before him. Sickness had taken over his body and even the medicine cat had felt that death would engulf the young kit's body too early. He was thought, expected to die. Every night and day he fought it when one night he wanted to just give up. A dream was in his head that night with a cat speaking to him from the dark. The voice was close and then echoed farther away, "Don't give up," the voice was as the wind but softer on his ears, "Don't die."
He soon recovered after that, surprising everyone. Soon he joined his brother, Saberpaw, and his sister, Nightpaw, in training. His training was moving along but his mind was really on a she-cat named Lightpaw. When he was on a hunting patrol with her they had come across a fox den. He ended up getting stuck under a log. His nostrils flared as he smelled the foxes presence closing in. At that moment she lept forward and put her paw out, "Reach for me," she yowled down to him. He reached and clutched his teeth around her paw. She tugged until she could drag him up by the scruff. Through ferocious training and determination he matched his siblings. His mentor was impressed by his speed in learning so much, which made him arrogant. One night he heard yowling and hissing in the camp; when he surpassed the walls of the entrance of the apprentices' den he saw the rogues in the camp. At once he attacked, fighting like he had never thought before. Soon he saw what had broken his heart for moons to come, Lightpaw under another cat. He started to head to her until he was plowed over by another rouge. When he sent the cat running off it was too late, she was laying helplessly. Her lips quivered as she saw him, all time seemed to stop, nothing mattered now. Tears welled up in his eyes as she spoke her last.
"Reach for me."
After the battle his leader was going to make him and his siblings warriors but he could not agree. In front of the whole Clan he looked to his leader and shook his head, "I am not ready to become a warrior."
Surprise pricked in his leader's eyes that day, "Why not Burningpaw?"
His head went down as he spoke with regret and pain filling his voice, "I am too arrogant," he meowed sorrowfully, "I could not save Lightpaw."
He saw his leader's eyes shine with pride and warmth that day. His leaders head shook as he spoke the ritual words and then his name, "From this moment on you will be known as Burningpelt," he meowed loudly, "StarClan honors you for your compassion and honor and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Surprise filled him as his leader went on, "You are very much ready to become a warrior, Burningpelt."
He and his siblings, Saberfang and Nightfall, grew strong in the eyes of his fellow warriors. Lightpaw would always walk in his dreams, making him oblivious to another she-cat, Suncloud. Suncloud was always there for him and never stopped believing in him but he never saw her with Lightpaw on his mind. One night he was out on his own when he was trapped in the icy waters of the lake. He gave out a yowl and saw a vision flash before his eyes of Suncloud glowing in the sunlight like a StarClan warrior and then he understood. When he thought he was going to die he heard a voice near the shore, "Reach for me," the voice yowled to him.
Lightpaw? Was this her way of taking him with her to StarClan? All he knew was that he reached out and was pulled out of the water and onto the shore. Suncloud's eyes sparkled into his, shining with concern. With her help he was made better and then her mate. Their three kits were wonderful, Lightningkit, Liftedkit, and Specklekit.
They hadn't known their uncle and aunt for very long though. Saberfang was killed in a fight with RiverClan and Nightfall was injured in a fight with RiverClan later on, and the wound became infected and made her very ill, killing her. During that time he climbed his way up through the ranks until he was leader. His kits soon became apprentices and then warriors.
He saw something in Liftedpelt that he couldn't quite pick out but he knew it was something that would help him in the future. His mind swirled when the echoing caterwauls of fighting of old came into his ears. Quick as anything he was out of his den fighting alongside his Clanmates. A loud yowl came from the Highledge and he turned to see Liftedpelt fighting the rouge leader. He ran as fast as he could to help his son. Again he felt the agonizing pain of claws into his side. The memory of Lightpaw dying because of this flashed before him. Not this time! His thoughts were as vicious as his claws as he striked and made his way up again. Not my son! Anger flared in him as he pounced on the rouge leader and clawed ferociously at him. It was clear that the rouge leader could match him and that these rouges would keep coming back as long their leader was still here. Time to make him disappear. He knew what he had to do now as he swiped his back paw under the rouge's back feet, making him lose his balance. All he could hear was the blood pounding in his ears and his sons horrified voice as he tumbled over the ledge along with the rouge leader.
Shapes disappeared and came and he saw the rouge's lifeless body their beside him. He heard the voice of his son and a paw prodding him. With the bit of strength he had he looked up at his son and finally understood, "Take care of the Clan," he meowed and laid his head down for the last time.
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