Blazepaw

[Fia]

Name: Blazepaw

Prefix Meaning: Blaze-, for the way his fur looks like it’s aflame in the sunlight; and he was indeed born midday, with sunlight flooding into the nursery and onto his tiny form.

Suffix Meaning: He is an apprentice; thus, -paw.

Age: Eight moons

Rank: Apprentice

Clan: SunClan

Description: The most immediately noticeable thing about Blazepaw is his pelt. His thick, glossy fur is a beautiful golden-ginger; a warm, rich color that immediately brings up thoughts of flame and sunlight. As his name indicates, his pelt blazes like fire when the sun strikes it, more golden than orange in such bright light. Under his belly and on his inner, upper limbs, it’s a slightly paler shade, a little more yellow-gold, with hints of light brown in it. This lighter gold covers his chest and throat as well, reaching as far as his lower face and becoming a little more distinct where it lines his eyes.

Tabby stripes of deeper, golden-brown ripple across Blazepaw’s fiery pelt, widest and most distinct on his back, tail, shoulders, and upper legs. Further down his legs, they grow narrower and gradually lighter, closer to the background shade, finally disappearing just above his paws. On his face, his tabby markings are only slightly paler than on his back, but smaller, stretching across the sides of his face, forming a neat tabby ‘M’ on his forehead and lining the inner edges of his ear-tips. The entire backs of his ears are colored this darker gold as well.

But, moving on past his pretty coloring- Blazepaw’s fur, as previously stated, is rather thick, though not extremely long or fluffy. That is, except on his chest and the backs of his legs, though even there, it’s only semi-long – just more so than anywhere else on his body except his tail; his beautiful, sweeping, plumy tail, long and elegant and more feminine-looking than any tom can be expected to like. Fortunately, his tail is really his only feminine feature. He prides himself on being large and strong for a cat his age – and his pride is more than justified. At eight moons old, Blazepaw is growing like a kit, towering over his age-mates and hardly shy about it. His shoulders are wide and powerful, his legs long but sturdy and muscled. They end in large, solid paws, from which dangerously long and sharp claws extend. A true SunClanner, he boasts remarkably deft movements, and great physical power and stamina. A single blow from one of his hefty paws will often send prey flying, to land stunned or dead a few fox-lengths away. His size cuts his speed, of course, but he can’t be called slow – he just isn’t the fastest cat around. Agility, or a lack thereof, is his greatest weakness, and he has to work hard to make up for it with what speed he has. As he says himself, “I might have trouble catching a zippy little DayClan weasel, but once I do, he’s as dead as a duck in a frozen pond!”

As for his face, it’s rather round, not at all angular. His ears are set wide apart; large, broad triangles just made for picking up the faintest of sounds. Also spaced far apart, but neatly so, are his eyes – big, round, expressive green orbs. They’re a beautiful, cool color, the color of evergreen needles, holly bushes, dark leaves in the middle of Greenleaf; in Twoleg terminology, emerald-green. And they glow just like such a leaf or jewel with sunlight coming through it. Most often, there’s a friendly twinkle in those eyes, but they blaze as bright as his pelt when he’s angry – which isn’t exceedingly rare. His nose is a soft, pretty pink, and as round as the rest of his facial features. From his muzzle sprout long, silvery-tan whiskers; surprisingly enough, they don’t do much to give him a particularly remarkable sense of smell. So his hearing remains his keenest sense. Blazepaw’s mouth is full of big, sharp white teeth, perfect for crushing prey animals or enemy limbs, but is most often turned up in a smile or good-humored smirk rather than twisted in a snarl. As he is still very young and has not had an opportunity to fight in any major battles, he has yet to earn himself any real scars, though he looks forward to the day he can show off some impressive battle trophies.

So, put shortly, Blazepaw is a big golden tabby tom with thick fur and bright green eyes. And a very handsome young tom, he is.


Personality: Blazepaw may have been named for his pelt, but as it turns out, his name suits his personality wonderfully as well. He’s a bold, lively young cat, full of energy and always ready for adventure. He loves to play and often doesn’t take training seriously, unless it involves battle practice – he much prefers the thrill of battle training to hunting, from which he is easily and often distracted. Blazepaw can be a bit cheeky when he’s reprimanded, but is rarely downright rude. He’s a very confident cat, with a rather large ego – nothing too unusual for a young tom-cat. He isn’t big-headed to the point of being annoying, though he does enjoy bragging about his skills and accomplishments – he just doesn’t take it so far as to make himself disliked for it. What with his remarkable self-confidence, Blazepaw loves to be challenged, relishing every opportunity to show off. And should it go badly, he will cheerfully shrug it off and meow, “Ah, well, can’t be perfect all the time!” Fortunately, his ‘Haha, I’m awesome’ attitude isn’t something he puts on too seriously, and he doesn’t expect others to take it seriously either; so in general, it’s easy to humor him and laugh fondly whenever he makes some comment about being the coolest cat around.

Aside from his sky-high level of self-confidence, Blazepaw also has a bit of a hero complex. He loves to fancy himself a noble rescuer of every she-cat in distress, and is forever looking for opportunities to be a hero. Is that little she-cat drowning?! No, she’s washing mud off her paws in a shallow pond – but no matter! Blazepaw will rush to the rescue whether his assistance is required or not. It’s not that he’s an exceptionally flirtatious tom – he just loves to play the hero, and he figures small, helpless she-cats make the best ‘victims’ for him to rescue from peril – though he is aware that saving a she-cat for real is a good way to impress her. While he has annoyed a good many cats with his ‘Blazepaw to the rescue!’ antics, he really is a brave and selfless apprentice, and wouldn’t hesitate to rush to someone’s aid in a real emergency. And he dreams of one day being a truly heroic warrior. He also dreams of being Clan leader, someday, though he’s not sure how hard he’s actually willing to work to get there. He’d rather prove himself with some incredible feat, as he is indeed very good at coping in a crisis, and quick and sharp enough a thinker to come up with ways to get out of serious trouble. Unfortunately, he’s not quite as tactful or diplomatic as he is intelligent, and will often make blunt comments on delicate matters – he doesn’t do it intentionally, he’s just… a guy. Thus, he’s as dense as a rock in comparison to the she-cats of the Clan. Witty and sometimes sarcastic, but dense as a rock nonetheless.

Among his Clanmates, Blazepaw is typically a bright, friendly cat, always willing to strike up a conversation with whoever happens to around. Often, he will approach a warrior, new or senior, flop down beside him/her, and meow a cheerful greeting that might actually be considered insulting by stuffier cats. He’s the same at Gatherings – outgoing and talkative, always eager for company. He dislikes being alone, if only because he finds it boring – he figures everything’s more fun with company. But friendly as he is, he is fiercely loyal to his Clan, and does not lack a fiery SunClan temper. While he is usually a good-natured cat who enjoys jokes and doesn’t mind being the subject of them now and then, he does not take kindly to genuine insults to himself, his friends, or his Clan. He tries his best not to start physical fights; he knows it’s not the smart thing to do… but he has to struggle to keep his claws sheathed when it’s another cat who starts the trouble. And he doesn’t always succeed. But when he does lose his temper and lash out, he generally regrets it later, unless he feels he was truly justified in ‘giving someone what they asked for’. If he’s angry enough, he’ll even fight a Clanmate – but he won’t start it. He’ll retaliate, but he won’t go picking fights.


History: Since the day they were born, Blazepaw and his sister have been the light of their parents' lives. Born on an early Greenleaf afternoon, Blazekit arrived perfectly big and strong, in perfect health, already full of energy. In just under two weeks, he'd opened his eyes and begun to crawl; a week later, Blazekit began what would become an endless battle to sneak out of the Nursery, stumbling eagerly toward the entrance of the den, only to be gently nudged back by Fawnspots. Once he reached his first moon of life, Blazekit and Thornkit had learned to play-fight, and would wait impatiently to pounce on their father when Redblaze arrived for his daily visits. Every bit the proud, adoring daddy, the young warrior spent every free moment with his kits, and showed them around camp often as Fawnspots agreed to it. Father and son grew as close as felinely possible, and delighted in showing off how their brilliant golden-ginger tabby pelts matched, right down to their identical facial makings. Expect the eyes, Redblaze would note fondly. The kit's dazzling green eyes matched his mother's like a reflection in a pond. Blazekit didn't much care; all he knew was that it meant he didn't look exactly like his awesome, amber-eyed father, and he wished he did. For that alone, he envied Thornkit.

It wasn't until he was two moons old that Blazekit managed to get past his mother, sneaking out of the Nursery early one morning and slipping out of camp unnoticed. It didn't take long for Thornkit to wake up, panic, and wake Fawnspots, and the little ginger tom didn't get far, but he did manage to slip and get himself wedged between a pair of boulders before his frantic father found him. This was to be the first of a series of adventures, for Blazekit would escape from camp well over a dozen times between then and his fifth moon. By then, he was allowed outside the Nursery whenever he liked, but he had to beg and plead to taken out of camp to explore; fortunately, his father was only too happy to oblige, and though his mother was always reluctant, the two toms' constant pleading won her over often enough. And when Redblaze would take his kits exploring, he would also show them how to creep up on prey, how to scent the air for enemies - though they never went near the borders- and basic fighting moves. Because, he reasoned, an early start could only be a good thing. And Blazekit was eager and quick to learn.

Another happy moon, and the big golden tabby became Blazepaw. He proved from the start to be a scatter-brained hunter, forever fidgeting and constantly losing his focus. Passing butterflies would capture his attention and he would leap upon them as if they were prey, completely forgetting whatever he was meant to be stalking. But he worked better when the task was made a challenge, and competed fiercely with his sister and peers to catch more and more prey. The tactic has worked wonderfully since, though Blazepaw has yet to lose his inability to stay still very long without sufficient motivation. But he has always excelled at fighting, and caught up easily to his slightly older denmates. He doesn't always win when they practice, but he doesn't always lose.

Early into his training, Blazepaw accompanied his mentor to his first Gathering. He doesn't recall the entire exciting night, but he managed to annoy a DayClan apprentice, amuse a few young MoonClan warriors, and make an enemy of a creepy little NightClan apprentice, much to his delight. Since then, he has looked forward to his next Gathering, eager to "show the arrogant little creeper a thing or two". His early opinions of the other Clans were pretty much set in stone that night - the NightClanners are way, way formal and think they're much more intimidating than they are, the DayClanners are quiet, humorless little freaks, and the MoonClanners are proud but good-natured, friendly cats. All except that grouchy one, though Blazepaw found himself more impressed than offended by the scarred, shaggy tom's air of cold strength.

Blazepaw has been in training for a good two moons now, and in that time has developed a fierce sense of loyalty to Clan and kin, and a deep respect for StarClan's ancient wisdom and laws - though he's quick to make or laugh at a joke at their expense, despite his inner respect for them. He has also learned, in the past two moons, that it is easier for him to hunt in Leaf-fall than any other season, that she-cats, Thornpaw excluded, are intriguing creatures, and that a cornered rabbit will fight back. He rather wishes he hadn't had to learn that last thing the hard way, but he figures it's good to know, anyhow.

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Your bio has been ACCEPTED and will soon be moved to the acceptance board! Thank you for that beautiful bio! It was a fun read, you've worked very hard on him! *nods happily* Can't wait to roleplay with him and Soundstar! :DD

[Fia]

Thank you, Saphire! =D I can't wait, either! ^_____^ Glad you like him!