Phoenixwing;; FireClan

by **Riber~** Mon May 17, 2010 7:11 pm

Name: Phoenixwing
Gender: Male
Age: 19 moons
Affiliate: FireClan
Rank: Warrior

Looks:

Personality: Phoenixwing is a bit harsh, but playful. He loves a good joke, but hates being the one joked on. Period. He would actually prefer to use words before claws, but those words are insulting and discriminating. Then claws. He is amazingly sly and can get cats to believe almost all he says. The warrior always has a smug smile on his face and enjoys competition, whether that is healthy or not. He’s very cryptic, and doesn’t give a straight answer very often. He’s not cruel, but he certainly doesn’t mind poking and teasing at younger or older cats than he. He’s big into slithering out of sticky situations and playing mind games. This makes many cats dislike him.

Not only that, but he loves a good fight and the chance to slice fur. Even in his training, he didn’t normally play nice. He’s confident in himself, and isn’t afraid of smashing into evil DarkClan bad-guys. Phoenixwing never really grew up from when he was an apprentice and acts like one instead of the warrior he is. Luckily, he is very courageous and brave. Okay, this could be considered a bad trait as it often goes to a point of stupidity. He’s almost killed himself a dozen times being recklessly stupid and his tail shows for it. Phoenixwing is a daredevil and likes thrills. He hates hunting … and fails at it; still. He takes pain real well.

Birth: Clan

History:

Phoenixwing’s father was a notable warrior, one with courage and strength. However, this was all a lie. The tom was born on a crisp leaf fall morning, his mother staring around in dismay. She was angry at life; even more so angry at herself for killing her other kits. Of course, she really didn’t kill them, just a miscarriage, but the thought was the same. From then on, she became cold and distant, alone and not noticing her surviving kit’s cry for help. He was named by his father for his mother refused to look at him. Phoenixwing only saw his mother’s face once. Once right when he opened his mulled yellow eyes, blinking into a new world; then she was gone, slipping right through his paws. They found her body later, when all that was left of it was a destroyed set of bones and skin. No breath, no movement, no life. She had committed suicide, just two weeks after Phoenixwing’s arrival.

Thus began the trip down daddy lane... His father took him in, taught him skills and smarts and everything he could to get his son ready for the world. Maybe this is why Phoenixwing is determined, maybe he really was a good influence; but more than not, it was just an attempt to break his wings. Since his mother was nonexistent, his dad was his guidance, and really was his mentor for a short period of time later on. The tom looked up to him, wanted to be just like him when he grew up. Little did he know. But life went on, cats forgot about his mother.

Then, without warning, his father tried to force him into his twisted plans, telling him that they were overthrowing the leader and deputy and basically destroying the clan. Phoenixwing refused this crazy, far-fetched plan and stopped him, or as best he could. His dad was furious, and tossed him against a wall of the camp. One of Pheonixwing’s ribs was fractured but no other damage was done. The clan would have kicked him out if he hadn’t left and never came back. Good riddance.

This was all in a course of 9 moons. The tom gained a new mentor and was taught properly. He became a warrior and spent the time up to now playing around with his luck. His dad is just a memory now. During these 10 moons Phoenixwing has managed to nearly break both front legs, get his tail half-way bitten off in a Twoleg fox trap, have his eye scratched open three times, survived a bout of greencough, and have ripped all of his claws. Twice. Is he just unlucky? Nope.
RP Sample: *snatches apprentice* Who shall it be?