Singedpelt. ThunderClan. Warrior

[Sile]

Name;; Singedpelt.

Gender;; Female.

Age;; 42 Moons.

Rank;; Warrior.

Clan;; ThunderClan.

Description;;

A small femme. You notice her size and her age. When you look upon her, you see small paws, a narrow frame, pointed ears and a long, skinny tail. Not skinny enough to be mistaken for a WindClan warrior, but just skinny enough to be of notice. Her torso is in perfect proportion with her small paws, and her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth are lined up correctly. Her legs are long, yet not long enough to make her taller than the average cat. She is about the height of a regular cat, sitting, crouching, standing, moving, etc. When looking upon her you see in her size she is still quite the young cat, for a leader. Her body is muscular and youthful, with no frailty or stiff movement to mark arthritis or any kind of elderly feline behavior. Her compact, neat body stores strength and speed, and an agile hunting ability that was passed on to her from her heredity. She is the shape of the average ThunderClan warrior, just slightly smaller, hardly to be of notice. Though skinny, on average her pelt does not cling to bone, but muscle and a lining of tendons and tissue that give ThunderClan the traits of broad shoulders and muscular bodies, and not the scrawny, thin frames of puny WindClan cats, or the lean, dark pelts of ShadowClan; or glossy sleekness of RiverClan. You can hear her voice when she speaks, quiet, but fierce and authoritative, daring any cat to object, interrupt, or challenge her.

Her pelt is as black as night. Dark with shadows and hidden in obscurity, as though she waits in the shadows for her chance to strike. A snake sliding over SnakeRocks, tempted, waiting, striking. Though her dark looks may hide her in the nights lit up by even the plenteous of stars, and the help of the moon, the sun lights up upon it like a black ghost. A tint of brown almost shades her fur when in the direct path of the sun. There is not a single mark of another color to tarnish her pelt. She is jet black from head to toe. Even her paw pads and her nose is black. Though her tongue may be pink, and her teeth may be off-white, she appears to be nothing more than a small pattern in darkness. Her fur is long and lush, and with a beautiful sheen after a wash as with most cats. Her good looks are not picked out from the others, as nearly every cat is the same in beauty. Her pelt is medium in length. Not too short that it looks wiry, and not too long that it's like a feather duster. The fur on her tail is fluffier than that of her torso and head, but no by much. Around her neck her fur is surrounded by ringlets of longer black fur, that look almost like a mane but are close to invisible in the midst of her dark pelt. She usually keeps her pelt clean and mark-free, as to keep her appearance professional as she tries to be. The fur on her paws bulges out around the edges, almost as though it suddenly hit a path of longer fur just at her paws, so whenever she walks she can feel her fur beneath her paw pads. She doesn't usually feel it unless she's trying to think about it. The tiny bits of skin you can see is a pink color, but is almost so completely hidden by her black fur that it is impossible to see unless you are trying hard to look for it. The most obvious areas that you may see is it is on her chin, just below her mouth, and on her ears. More so, in her ears. Her name fits her. Black as a leaf singed by fire, with hardly a mark to prove otherwise.

Her eyes. So amazing different than her pelt, they are the focal point on her body. When you first look at her, you are drawn to gaze into her eyes for they are the only different color from black. Her eyes are a deep, abyss-like blue. They almost fit in with her pelt, as they are a darker blue, yet they are different. You can look into her eyes and almost find yourself drowning in the depths of her blue stare. Filled with such knowledge and memories of many things she had seen before. Each small line that marks a blood vessel or a failing pigmentation is visible only when you look hard enough. A narrowed black pupil sits in the centre of her optics. A faint gleam of light emits from a corner where a light source is, reflecting in the glassy orbs of her stare. The fur around her eyes is a lighter black than that of the rest of her pelt. They block out each little crevice of light that tries to bring alive the very corners of her ocean blue optics. The blue is not unknown among many cats of her species. As the most populated cat species in the world, her blue eyes are quite common among them, yet they stand out within the color of her fur. The expressions in her eyes seem warm, caring, yet also defensive and guarded as though she is wary of other cats picking apart any feeling she may be hiding. Like most cats she values her independence, in appearance and in personality. Flashes of memories often sheen across her ocean blues, and though it appears only a trick of the light, every cat has its secrets.

Like any cat from any clan, she has her scars. Upon her left shoulder a ShadowClan scar opened up a wound many moons ago while she was a warrior. Like most deep wounds it did not heal fully, and this scar has remained to remind her of that blood-stained battle. The scabs left over from a bite upon her right foreleg remain, hidden by her fur, but not hidden by her memories. Several small scars mark down her flank, bites on her tail, paws, legs, and the usual places for a warrior of her age, and especially a senior warrior, to have old battle scars. The only, if not most visible scar, is that of a wound down her right hind leg. Although it no longer hurts her, the fur no longer grows close to the edges of that scab, and many moons have passed since the wound was received. A gash made by claws bigger than those of any cat. For scars, she has her fair amount, but nothing too noticeable, and nothing that has either crippled or wounded her looks as she is just as youthful and graceful as she had been before the wounds. Her scars serve as a memory to past battles fought, and as a warning for any future battles awaiting arrival. Singedpelt is the average ThunderClan warrior, with a natural hunting skill, a lineage for muscular body, and the battle scars.

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History // Past;;

42 moons ago. A beautiful gray and black she-cat gave birth to a single kit. Curled up in the corner of the nursery, she gazed down at the black fur and named her Singedkit. The queen and her mate, Nightfur, a very dark gray tom with gray-blue eyes, agreed on the name. For the first day, Singedkit did nearly nothing. She ate and slept, and hardly moved or made a sound. This was not taken seriously, as she was only one day old. And she made up for it quickly. Within the first week she was stumbling around the nursery, tripping over every scrap of moss possible, and every queen and other kit in the den. She was quite clusmy then. She took a long time opening her eyes, but when she did, and first saw the world in full color, she was amazed at how beautiful it was. It was almost too much for her little mind to handle, but the first thing she thought of was going to explore. At her second week, she entered the clearing. She looked around at all the apprentices and warriors, and saw how big they were compared to her. It hardly bothered her though, that they were bigger, as she knew in time, she would be just as big, and maybe bigger! the older kits in the nursery often teased her, but she took it good naturally and teased right back at them. They grew to be good friends, and would play around almost every day and tried to at night when the queens were sleeping. It didn't work too well because they could never manage to play quietly.

When many of her friends were made apprentices, she was introduced to impatience and curiosity. She couldn't wait until it would be her turn! it would be so much fun to go training out in the forest, and learn how to hunt and fight. She wanted to be a better hunter than fighter. Even at her young age she never wanted to feel cats get hurt by her own claws and teeth. She'd rather help them. At two moons old came her first adventure. RiverClan invaded the camp, and she witnessed her first battle. The violence in claws and teeth that flashed from the small gaps between the brambles and thorns of the nursery frightened her, and she stayed back with the others. When a RiverClan warrior entered, she, now being the oldest kit in the nursery after her friends became apprentices, was ready to protect the younger kits. Before she would have been forced to attack, another cat forced it's way into the den and fortunately it was a ThunderClan cat who drove out the RiverClan intruder. The battle went on, until in the end, no clan won as they both lost cats in the battle. Later she found out that one of the old nursery queens had been killed. She grieved along with her old friends for all kits share respect and love for each mother that helps take care of them. A few moons later, she went on another adventure. This time she broke the warrior code, by trying to escape the camp and explore the forest before she had even become an apprentice.

She managed to escape from camp at least. She went out the dirt tunnel and broke through the brambles at the edge of the clearing. Sneaking through the trees for a few fox-lengths she found herself in a strange clearing that seemed to come out from the middle of the forest. Almost immediately she heard a sudden screech, and a dark shadow passed over her. Without even looking, she turned and fled back into bushes, narrowly avoiding an owl as it swooped down upon her. Scared, she realized that this was not a place for kits. As much as she wanted to go out, she knew if she was killed before she could become an apprentice she would never be able to. She snuck back in camp, but she was caught by her mother entering the nursery with a pelt covered with thorns and sand and mud. She was punished. Not badly, because she had already learned her lesson. She grew to be five moons old. Her excitement was overwhelming, but she didn't dare try to escape again. Instead she listened to the stories that the elders told her about the forest and went around pestering any cat that would answer about what it was like. Getting in the way of the warriors and tripping cats as she darted back and forth across; she was like any other mischievous kit. She finally reached her sixth moon. Her waiting paid off as she was made an apprentice at last.

She was apprenticed to a warrior known as Snowheart. Snowheart's fur was white and she had ice blue eyes. She was a good mentor but could be very grumpy at times. Singedpaw learned to not try and annoy her mentor. On her first day of training, she learned the borders and areas of the territory. She learned where not to stray, and where to set her paws. She learned the best places to hunt, although she didn't catch anything. She was very enthusiastic and couldn't wait to begin learning how to hunt. The next day, though, she was trained to fight. She wasn't too excited to learn how best to wound a cat, and which move would hurt them worst. She didn't like how amused her mentor seemed when she spoke about clawing off a cat's ears, or ripping into their belly and their eyes. She wasn't fond of fighting. A few days later, she was glad her mentor had taught her. On a border patrol, she and her clan mates were attacked by a WindClan patrol. She realized, after she fought, that she could not control herself and would just lunge and claw, swipe and slash at any area she could just to chase away the enemy. None of her self control could stop her from hurting the other cat, despite how much she tried. Fortunately, none of her clan mates were hurt badly as the WindClan cats were chased off of ThunderClan territory.

Finally she was learning how to hunt. She enjoyed learning to stalk through fern and leaf to sink her claws into the prey in ThunderClan territory, and to pounce on a mouse or vole that tried to escape her. She liked to bring back prey for her clan mates and even enjoyed the praises and nice words they said to her. She was invited to her first gathering two moons after she became an apprentice. She couldn't believe there were so many cats, even though they made up four clans. She admired the glossy, sleak pelts of the RiverClan warriors. She envied the small, neat bodies of the fast WindClan cats. And she was surprised by how much her pelt looked normal when she talked to a few ShadowClan apprentices. That didn't bother her too much. She got used to it. After the gathering she shared as much information as she could to the apprentices left at camp. She thought the gathering was cool. Many moons passed, and her training excelled. Another battle was fought. ShadowClan invaded, and they fought hard against them. This time they lost, but made up for the battle after. Singedpaw received a wound to her shoulder but it wasn't too serious. Just a little deep. That night, she received her warrior name, Singedpelt, and stood vigil beneath the warriors among the stars.

She spent her warrior life, hunting for her clan and patrolling the borders. She loved being a warrior. She was able to run in and out of camp, hunting, patrolling, just being alone. Her best friend was Pineheart. She loved him deeply, but knew it wasn't quite time to reveal her feelings towards him. For many moons she treated him just as she would with any cat. She respected him, yet didn't treat him like anything more important than the others. She fought in many battles with cats from other clans. And other animals. She was hunting alone one day. The stench of a badger blew down on her, and before she could prepare herself she felt a piercing pain in her leg. Immediately unbalanced, she could hardly defend herself, and was fortunate enough to be saved by a ThunderClan patrol who were patrolling the border nearby. It took about a moon for the wound to heal, but she didn't care. She continued to hunt and fight even when it wasn't healed. After, she carried on hunting and fighting like before. She hopes she can serve her clan to the end.

Personality;;

Outwardly, Singedpelt is cool and collect. She is not easily angered and is good at keeping her temper under control as well as patiently waiting for cats to explain themselves, or anything she needs them to do. She has a way to divide her mind into categories to reduce stress and pressure put upon her for being a senior warrior of ThunderClan. She loves her clan mates. She loves all cats equally, just more gentle and caring to those of her own clan. She greatly admires and adores kits. She goes to the nursery often to visit the kits and nursing queens just to see the little bundles of fur that were introduced into the life of a warrior. She finds apprentices and their lack of intelligence, as well as blundering excitement amusing and fun to be around. She is a warrior that loves to have fun, as well as working hard. She sometimes trusts a bit too easily, which is a bad flaw in case she misunderstands something that can be a great threat to her clan. She is known to forget things unless reminded twice, but she does admit to her mistakes and is unafraid to apologize to cats of other clans as they are, after all, just cats. She knows that no cat, and no one is perfect. Not perfect at all. But she also knows they like to hear how good they are, and she tries to give them what they like.

Her own wants seem to be very little to her. If she wants something she has to make sure another cat doesn't want it first before taking it. Very patient, she can wait for long periods of time for something to happen. Or she can calm a frantic cat and keep them under control. She finds helping others righteous and the true meaning of the warrior code. What clan they are in doesn't matter to her; they are still cats, through and through. Although she is a bit more wary of rogues who do not live by a code, and can be quite dangerous to any clan cat that happens to come around, she will help them if she has to. She is friendly around nearly all cats, unless they are breaking the warrior code or a rule she has given. She does not believe she has to be overly strict just to get something across. She can be very persuasive, and has a social personality. Still, a natural cat, she would at times like to be left alone. She does have her mood swings, and can even get grumpy like nearly every cat, which is why she likes to be alone around those times. She doesn't want her cats to see her stressed or upset as she knows that will make them upset and possible waver their confidence that they have a cat to keep them safe and to protect them from overwhelming dangers.

She does not have a duo, just a slightly different inside personality than outside. On the inside she can get quite annoyed, very easily. When a cat insults her or her clan, she usually has the urge to spit in their face or rip their ears off their heads. She has good self control, which is why she was chosen to be deputy in the first place. She is also inwardly, rather impatient. When an apprentice is just being an arrogant piece of crow-food she wants to say something to them, but usually holds her tongue and waits for another cat to say it. She is greatly amused by small arguments, as long as they don't get out of hand. She is not too fond of battles or blood spattering the air. She does not like when cats get hurt, and doesn't want to see anyone or anything suffering. She is very merciful, and will kill a creature, no matter what it is, rather than leave it to die slowly. She hunts to survive, and not just to get a big pile of fresh-kill. She hunts only what her clan needs to survive. Leave the surplus for the other cats to hunt for, and just focus on the main problem of survival. She doesn't like leaf-bare. She sees leaf-bare as death for cats everywhere, not just from her own clan. When a kit dies she usually gets depressed by it easily. She can't bare how such a young life was cut short before they had a chance to accomplish their dreams, and the grief of the mother is just so much. But each new litter of kits born makes her so happy and excited, as she imagines what their lives will be like.

Despite her calm ways, she is actually frightened quite easily. She is terrified of dogs, two-legs, badgers, and foxes and what harm they could place upon her clan. She hates those bleak, colds looks in their eyes, the blunt claws, giant bodies that could easily crush any cat. She hates the foxes that will eat a kit because it can't hunt for prey that has a chance to escape. She hates badgers and their short-tempered feelings that make them a danger to themselves and everything around them. She hates the selfish behavior of two-legs who invade their home just so they can satisfy their greed for the thick growing trees on the territory, and what they think is better for them and nothing else. She despises dogs for everything they are, and that they find amusement at chasing and hurting and even killing cats. She finds killing to be the most horrible, dishonorable thing any cat could ever do. She has never killed another cat in her life, and doesn't plan on taking one. She does not share these facts with anyone, though, as she does not want to show them how scared she is that one of them may be killed one day because she may have failed from keeping them safe. She believes if anything goes wrong it is her fault, because she is clan leader. When her mind is made up, it's usually impossible to change.

She is not all that peaceful, even though she is nice and gentle, and kind. She can be cold around many cats, and easily angered. Usually, not around cats from her own clan, but sometimes around any other cat that bothers her, no matter who they are. When she is in a bad mood... It's better to catch her when she is happy. Although she doesn't like other cats fighting, when in the midst of the battle, when her blood is up and flowing strongly, she hardly thinks. All she knows is to attack and defend, to chase off the attacker, or whoever dares to threaten her cats. She often loses control in battle, and hurts another cat more than she intended to. She never realizes it until after the battle is over though. She hates losing a battle because it means her cats have been hurt more than they would have if they had won. She often regrets decisions that gets her cats hurt and fears that if she makes the wrong one, one would die because she sent them to fight. She usually hides these feelings from her clan, as she needs to maintain order within ThunderClan for senior warriors are relied on by the ThunderClan leader to help the clan., but she feels them many times enough. She is very respectful to most cats, and could never tell a lie. If she had to, she would try and get a clever way to tell them something that wasn't a lie, in case they asked a question that could be harmful, or something they should not know. The warrior code is very important to her.

Rping Example;; From another site. Hope it's okay. 8(

Night whispered over the leaf-fallen floor, slowly giving way to dawn. A faint yellow glow in the sky announced the arrival of the sun, yet no bright rays were visible yet. The majority of the sky still remained cast in darkness, shadows hiding, waiting for light to warm them. Darkness rustled. Blue lasers blinked once, then ceased. A jet black shadow disappeared, and only the rustling of the thorns and ferns in the bushes beyond announced its departure. The magnificent she-cat stepped out into a splash of moonlight, and her black fur glowed. Ocean blue eyes glowed as she looked about her with a kind of satisfaction, glittering with approval. The forest was in perfect order. It was peaceful, and not a problem could be spotted. Although there seemed to be no prey stirring, she knew they were just sleeping or waiting in their holes for morning to come. Her long tail was raised high in the air, and she trotted on quick, graceful paws, out of the moonlight and back into the shadows.

On a day like this, Singedstar was happy. Happier than usual and almost wishing another cat would come and keep her company but she knew most of her clan would be sleeping around this time. She should go back to them, but she was denying to, as she wanted to spent a little more time out in the forest before she was called back to them. The thorns in the bushes grabbed onto her fur, tugging at the black hairs, but they couldn't free them. She continued on, without noticing the bushes. As she padded further through the territory, the cool rustle of the lives and undergrowth soothed her, and she felt a purr rising in her chest. She thought being a clan leader would be nothing but pressure and problems, but she knew, in times like these, that it was peace and nature. There had been no fighting among the clans for awhile, and no cats had been hurt other than a few small accidents, like tripping over stuff and falling down holes. No cats had died for many moons; but she knew peace couldn't last forever no matter how much she wished it would.

The sky was growing brighter. Dawn was rising with the sun, and she knew cats would be waking to go on the dawn patrol. But not yet. The ground beneath her paws still felt as cold as it had earlier, sparkling with frost from a bitter night as it grew closer to leaf-bare. Leaf-bare she thought with disgust. Can't it give us just a bit longer to enjoy the sun and warmth? she knew the answer was no. Leaf-bare was cold and merciless, and if the cold and death it brought with it wasn't enough, it also brought moons of suffering from Green-Cough. Last moon a litter or kits had fallen sick with Green-cough, and two of them had died. The other kit had pulled through but he had last his litter mates. She still grieved over the terrible loss for her clan. A rustle in the bushes surprised her, and she raised her head to see a flash of brown. A mouse! it didn't seem to have noticed the black cat right in front of it. Her fur was still blended with the remaining darkness.

With a quick leap, she shot forward and pounced on the tiny creature, pushing it's body into the ground with one paw and snapping her jaws shut around it's throat. It died instantly. Feeling more satisfied that she had least caught breakfast for some cat, she turned and padded in the direction of the camp. Her tail raised again, as her step grew quicker. She suddenly couldn't wait to arrive in the camp and greet the waiting cats. She even wished to go on the dawn patrol if they were ready to leave yet. As she picked her way carefully down the ravine, making sure she didn't mis-step, she heard the sounds of birds chirping and raised her head to watch two little chicks hopping out from their nests, and looking down upon her from the branches. She twitched one ear and waved her tail at them, before pushing her way into the gorse tunnel.

Theme Song;; None that I can think of.

Other;; Nothing about my cat.. I'm a bit tired though.

Code word;; Twisted warriors.

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