Post by gemini on Jun 5, 2022 19:35:06 GMT -6
Scorchrunner  the basics Full Name: Scorchrunner. Previous Names: Scorchkit, Scorchpaw. Age: Eighteen moons. Gender Identity: Tom. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Illnesses/Health Issues: None, as of now. Rank: Exile, ex-warrior of CoyoteClan. Relationship Status: N/A. Family: Father - Ebonyflight (45 moons, adoptable) Mother - Finchblossom (40 moons, adoptable) Brother - Longface (18 moons; adoptable) Brother - Bearfang (18 moons; adoptable) Mentor - Pecanstorm (50 moons, adopted by Roxanne ) Clan: None, though he is a CoyoteClan Exile. Purchases: None. Stats:
the appearance Eye Color: Light brown intertwined with an amber-orange. Fur Color: Solid black. Notable Scars: None, for now. Character Height: 16 inches. Character Length: 14 inches. Appearance Links • Image 1, Image 2, Image 3, Image 4, Image 5, Image 6, Image 7, Image 8 Appearance Summary • a lanky black tomcat with a large ears and bright canary eyes. Overall Appearance • Scorchrunner is a solid, jet-black tomcat with sleek pelage. The warrior's fur is remarkably short, delicate, and velutinous to the touch. It is more challenging for him to stay warm during Leafbare, so he must locate additional coverage now that he doesn't have a den to sleep in. The bachelor has a long, triangular-shaped face, constructing a memorable and attractive dynamic. His extremely ebony pelage is scarcely visible at night, making him a great night hunter and attacker. However, his deep-set canary-orange eyes are hard to miss, especially in the luminosity where he can be scrutinized. Scorchrunner's lean, tall stature gives him dynamics in the air, water, and ground. Scorchrunner might not appear herculean, but he harbors a surprising amount of strength for his frame.    the personality Strengths • Adaptable, Disciplined, Self-Reliant, Studious Neutral • Idealistic, Lighthearted, Religious, Skeptical Weaknesses • Abrupt, Critical, Hesitant, Indulgent Fears • Being murdered or being framed again. Harbors a huge fear of his previous mentor, Pecanstorm. Overall Personality • The young tomcat is overall courteous and genuine, portraying an admirable persona, one that many couldn't see being a murderer. After his exile, Scorchrunner was compelled to learn adaptability, possessing a sufficiently adaptable mindset. Between surroundings and looking out for untrustworthy felines, he comprehended there were things in life that must be avoided, no matter the circumstances. When situations don't go as he'd intended, he's instantaneous to accommodate reliably. He pursues his disciplined behavior alongside his acclimated intuition, closely monitoring and contemplating his decisions. Scorchrunner can control himself sufficiently in the most petrifying or hazardous situations, not permitting himself to crumble beneath the wrath of what StellerClan's placed before him. The ex-warrior is exceptionally self-reliant, predominantly relying solely on himself for anything that must be done, as he believes there's no one he can trust other than himself to finish things efficiently. Not only that, but he'd rarely dare allow anyone to authorize a situation other than himself, appearing as tyrannical. Due to his history, Scorchrunner is studious, proceeding to accomplish with a calculating and intellectual perspective. There's no doubt that the tom is complete with caution, showing great attention to his surroundings. During his apprenticeship, Pecanstorm propelled perfectionism into Scorchrunner's mentality, developing an idealistic feline. The bachelor undoubtedly forced himself to be perfect, to a certain extent in his eyes. While other individuals might not believe in perfection, Scorchrunner does, and must be. The way he aims for this so-called perfection is undeniably unrealistic. Despite his systematic conduct, Scorchrunner is one of the sweetest souls one could ever lay eyes on. Lighthearted at heart, the rogue is jovial and nonchalant, expressing a positive perspective when surrounded by other felines he feels secure around. When alone, he mostly has a smile on his countenance, bounding about like a starry-eyed kit. That is until he remembers the fatality dispersed into his life. The young exile is certainly religious, though it's hard to acknowledge in the eyes of those who believed he extinguished Honeyspirit. There typically isn't at least a comment where Scorchrunner mentions StellerClan, as he looks up to his progenitors beyond faith. Regarding his previous mentor, Pecanstorm, Scorchrunner has developed a skeptical outlook, as he thinks he can't truly settle his trust within anyone anymore. The thought of trusting someone is petrifying to the rogue. Instead, he prefers to be isolated than suffice impairment again. Behind his carefree sentiment of vitality is the bachelor's abrupt moments. Scorchrunner is quite blunt; if he has something to say, he won't wait for another second to communicate. He will exclusively express his voice without permission, despite the occurrences. It might not be notable, but Scorchrunner is incredibly critical, constantly judging others' assertions and commentary, commonly countering and disapproving of what another might have to say. He is deemed to have vast opinions from his counterparts, comprehended for his diverse viewpoint. If one considers Scorchrunner as decisive, it isn't initially true regarding his hesitant nature. To bypass hesitation, Scorchrunner must be at least two-tail lengths ahead of his opponent or the condition occurring. Otherwise, he might be considered frozen in place and destroyed. Unfortunately, even after all the dismay in the rogue's life, Scorchrunner remains indulgent. He tends to dismiss others who have severely hurt him mentally or physically, other than Pecanstorm. The bachelor has too much of a heart of gold to remain angry, providing an ample experience for familiars. the history Kittenhood: Scorchkit was born to Finchblossom and Ebonyflight of CoyoteClan, alongside his brothers, Longkit and Bearkit. The tomcat was blessed with affectionate, dedicated parents who treasured their children equally. The three siblings had constantly fought for their mother's milk, making a boisterous bunch compared to the other kits in the nursery at the time. Finchblossom couldn't help but chuckle at each of her sons and their distinct personalities. There was no doubt that each of the kits was different, specifically Scorchkit, who'd been a bundle of joy since the moment he'd opened his eyes. The three kits got along very well when they reached three moons, constantly playing and conversing with one another. Strangely, at the time, the other kits had been born a few moons before them, leaving Scorchkit, Longkit, and Bearkit to be the only ones in the nursery. It was very challenging for the three kits to listen to their mother and remain inside the Medicine Cat's den. Occasionally, when their father would visit the shelter, Ebonyflight would offer to watch the kits, allowing Finchblossom to stretch her legs. Ebonyflight would sit outside the den with his children, watching as they played, and finally dispersed a bit to converse with the young felines who recently left the nursery for their apprenticeship. Scorchkit had been about five moons by this time and met a she-cat named Honeypaw. She was very generous and open with Scorchkit, while some other apprentices found him obnoxious. Despite her more reserved disposition, she cherished her new friend, Scorchkit, suppressing their dissimilarities. Honeypaw would tell stories about her apprenticeship, keeping Scorchkit updated until his sixth moon. Apprenticeship: Scorchkit was finally an apprentice, joyous to hear their ceremony announced by the previous leader, Tigerstar. From there on out, Scorchkit, Longkit, and Bearkit were known as Scorchpaw., Longpaw, and Bearpaw. The three siblings cast cheeky smiles at one another, though distracted when Honeypaw had waved him over after the ceremony. Honeypaw congratulated Scorchpaw, discovering sheepishness around the opposing apprentice. She was such a kind friend to him, glad that she chose to hang around him, despite the other apprentice's opinions of him. Scorchpaw was relatively small while young anointed as scrawny and crowfood to other apprentices for his lengthy physique. However, it was mostly the breed he'd been, though his brothers possessed more muscle structure, so perhaps it made sense why others called him names. The bachelor discovered Honeypaw constantly sticking up for him behind his back when individuals would run their mouths. Of course, Honeypaw never said anything negative; she just assumed that if she stuck up for him in front of Scorchpaw, he'd be made fun of for allowing a she-cat to do such. It was unfortunate that Scorchpaw was bullied during his early apprenticeship. Tigerstar assigned Pecanstorm as Scorchpaw's apprentice. He was an insightful warrior who appeared unpredictable, hence his name. Scorchpaw was apprehensive from the beginning, and he had every right to be. This was just the commencement of Scorchpaw's upbringing alongside his mentor, Pecanstorm. Scorchpaw and the warrior greeted, a smug grimace plastered amongst Pecanstorm's countenance. The tom felt distressed concerning his mentor, but only time would reveal. The next day after his ceremony, Pecanstorm had stopped him during the early daybreak when he'd been conversing with his brother, Bearfang. Pecanstorm explained that he'd prefer they started training as soon as possible, hinting that he desired to initiate the sessions now. Bearfang was taken aback, astonishment crossing his countenance upon the tom's brusque interruption. Bewildered, Scorchpaw immediately rose to his appendages and followed his mentor to the Clan's territory. There were barely words articulated between the two toms, rendering Scorchpaw to fall behind slightly, heart pulsating out of his chest. Pecanstorm explained to Scorchpaw that he must perfect every session before proceeding to the following dexterity. His mentor expected the apprentice's endeavors to be immaculate, and no less. His first session was hunting; unfortunately, he failed miserably without a detailed exposition or demonstration. Why? Pecanstorm hardly showed him what to do, which was distasteful. He felt embarrassed. Scorchpaw's next hunting session was only a few hours later, during the evening as sundown arrived. This time, Pecanstorm was willing enough to show his apprentice. Scorchpaw was unsure if his mentor was satisfied with him as an apprentice, persistent anxiety troubling the youthful feline. Scorchpaw worked hard that night to complete the assignment Pecanstorm was examining for. Of course, there were other skills to learn regarding hunting, so it wasn't over. Hunting pressed on for about two more moons before Scorchpaw acquired enough skill to Pecanstorm's regards. Although Scorchpaw wasn't the most excellent hunter, he had other areas where he'd discovered excelled. The bachelor's mentor focused on his agility next, meaning he'd learn to climb, leap, and maintain and obtain stamina. It didn't take long for the apprentice to catch onto these skills, nearly perfecting them, which surprisingly made Pecanstorm proud. Of course, Pecanstorm wasn't flawless either, but he appeared to assume so. Pecanstorm pondered and spoke, "You know, Scorchpaw, you could get away with murder, the way you move." Those words confused the tom, and all he could think was, what did he say?. Scorchpaw began oppugning his mentor's insanity, though he resumed with sessions, beseeching to StellerClan that he was jesting. Although, he seemed quite serious. Pecanstorm focused on the mastery of agility for about three moons, orienting his apprentice with abundant information. Once he had subjugated agility, Scorchpaw insisted that he'd retain the craftworks of combat, washing a wave of relief of Pecanstorm. His ability in a quarrel represented the warrior's reputation. He was passionate and belligerent in war. Scorchpaw's mentor claimed that he would spar with another apprentice, and apparently, it was his brother, Longpaw. He was concerned that this could impair their bond, as Longpaw was much different than he. Their mentors exemplified their first task, allowing them to reenact the situation. Both apprentices did well, and despite Longpaw's larger stature, Scorchpaw could outperform him by utilizing his mastery in agility. During his first session, Pecanstorm whispered to Scorchpaw, "Imagine the strength and agility you have; you could take so many lives, my dear apprentice." Scorchpaw remained focused during these sessions, continuously conquering his brother in these spars, generating envy and delirium. There were a few times Longpaw could overpower Scorchpaw's exertions, provoking Longpaw to become pretentious, just to get shut down once more by Scorchpaw. Pecanstorm would brag to the other mentor about his marvelous apprentice. However, this shattered the bond between Longpaw and Scorchpaw, desiring that these exercises halt or locate a new sparring partner. Pecanstorm would roll his eyes, demanding they carry on, leaving the apprentice to comprehend how to swim. Teaching Scorchpaw how to swim was no easy task, considering he loathed the feeling of a drenched pelage. Typically a feline with sleeker fur had better luck swimming, but that wasn't the case for the apprentice. He managed to acquire the skill, but not so much perfect it. He was a decent swimmer, but no better or less. Whenever Scorchpaw could catch a break, he would spend time with his other brother, Bearpaw, or Honeypaw, his close friend. Though the more he encompassed himself with Honeypaw's presence, a sensation of warmth would flush his ears. Bearpaw often teased Scorchpaw, claiming that his brother had a crush on his best friend, Honeypaw. There were times Bearpaw would hint this to the opposing apprentice, though she never comprehended it. Conceivably, she preferred to hear it from Scorchpaw himself. Pecanstorm would monitor the two apprentices from afar, expecting Scorchpaw to murder Honeypaw. Little did the warrior know, he'd have to do it himself. Scorchpaw and Pecanstorm had gone out on a hunting patrol, followed by a few other clanmates who departed ways. While the two were meandering about, searching for a scent trail, Scorchpaw's felt a vibrating reverberating on the ground, casting a glimpse in Pecanstorm's way. Frantic, a few trees began to fall as the terrain collapsed beneath, descending downwards, sending debris of rocks and earth their way. Scorchpaw sprinted toward his mentor, panic surging through his physique as he shoved the brute of a tom out of the way from the falling tree nearby. "G-Go, Pecanstorm!" The apprentice ululated, observing his mentor's facade curdling with wrath. Despite desiring to scold Scorchpaw, there was no logical reasoning. Almost exterminating Pecanstorm, he scrambled across the ground and began to run, followed by Scorchpaw. The two were painting upon returning to camp, causing warriors to encircle the bunch. The new leader, Alderstar broke the crowd, questioning the tom's mentor. Pecanstorm breathed for a moment, glancing toward the CoyoteClan leader, "I am pleased to say, Scorchpaw saved me from a falling tree; his agility is fantastic. However, a rockslide has caused some damage, but our territory will reclaim itself, as it always does." And with that, initiated Scorchpaw's ceremony. Scorchpaw graduated as a warrior alongside his best friend, Honeypaw. The two were anointed as Scorchrunner for his mastery in agility and Honeyspirit for her benevolent nature. The two sat together that night for their silent vigil. It was challenging for the two to avoid conversing with one another. Scorchrunner was curious about how Honeyspirit earned her warrior ceremony, though she'd been prepared for a few days. Alderstar postponed until there was more to announce than just one apprentice becoming a warrior. Warriorhood: Scorchrunner didn't intend to maintain a friendship with his previous mentor, Pecanstorm. However, the tom occasionally spoke to him, as much as Scrochrunner wished to stay away from the warrior who often mentioned murder. It was disorienting and insane to think a clanmate, let alone his prior mentor, would want to commit such a foreboding act. One afternoon, Scorchrunner spent time with Honeyspirit, in which Pecanstorm approached the duo. He inquired if the two would like to join him on a border patrol alongside three other warriors. The pair glanced at one another as Scorchrunner clarified his apprehensions about Pecanstorm to Honeyspirit. The two reluctantly agreed, where Pecanstorm led them into the vast domain of CoyoteClan. From the beginning, Honeyspirit and Scorchrunner felt like imbeciles for accepting the sinister cat's invite. Bearfang, Honeyspirit, and Scorchrunner believed there was something hazardous about his mentor. If anything happened, there were three witnesses, for now. Technically, Bearfang isn't a witness in this case, but he agreed Pecanstorm was unsettling. "There's an unfamiliar scent, come on," Pecanstorm stated, advancing for what seemed to be hours; they reached the Flower Forest. Honeyspirit was nervous, regretting that the two had joined Pecanstorm. Something was fishy about Pecanstorm's demeanor. There was no scent. Scorchrunner monitored Pecanstorm closely, watching as the tom climbed into the nearest tree in the perimeters of Flower Forest. Scorchrunner's gaze narrowed, unable to identify where Pecanstorm disappeared in the leaves, scowling. Pecanstorm was a dark blue tomcat shadowed in the woodland above. It was challenging to find him, that is, until he dropped from above, his larger frame crushing Honeyspirit beneath him. The she-cat bellowed, feeling her crania being pushed into the terra firma beneath her. The soil dispersed slightly, and eyes widened as Pecanstorm's claws sunk into Honeyspirit's crown. "P-Pecanstorm, stop!" The frozen warrior cried out, vocalizations strained as his voice was nearly dissipated in the air. "I was assigned a helpless nuisance of a cat, so I must do this myself." Scorchrunner's heart dropped, crumbling toward the ground as he questioned StellerClan about why this was happening. What did he do to deserve this? What did Honeyspirit do to deserve this? Before Scorchrunner could intervene, Pecanstorm and Honeyspirit rolled a few times as the damsel attempted to fight against the heftier, more experienced warrior. She went for a blow with her paw, missing. Pecanstorm snickered at her failed attempt, careful to avoid injuries. Otherwise, he would get caught. The blue warrior went for the killing bite, as he had tired out the mademoiselle. Departing his jaws, the tom lowered his mandibles and sunk his incisors into Honeyspirit's nape, causing deep lacerations into the minuscule she-cat's neck. Eventually, she stopped flailing, the lifeless cadaver dropping from Pecanstorm's maw. Finally, Scorchrunner mustered the intrepidity to attack, feeling unbelievably enraged. Pecanstorm began to dash, hoping that someone would witness Scorchrunner's attack. Scorchrunner snatched Pecanstorm's tail between his mandibles, yanking backward with incredible force. For a lanky tom, Scorchrunner sure had some strength. The older warrior was thrown off balance, allowing Scorchrunner to pivot on his side and slip beneath Pecanstorm, raking the tom's abdomen with his sharp talons, feeling the blood drip as he swiftly deviated back to all fours and bounded backward. The slashes ran deep and would surely leave a scar on Pecanstorm's belly. Scorchrunner shifted on his toes, unsheathing his claws as he focused on transmitting two frontal incisions along Pecanstorm's nape and flank, creating a gashing wound. Losing blood, Pecanstorm scrambled to all fours once more, heading for the run back to camp. Scorchrunner recovered from his risky attack, stutter-stepping as he attempted to chase the other once more. Pecanstorm slipped into a small pond of water that seemed to occur naturally due to a recent storm. It enabled him to rinse his blood and merely eliminate his aroma from Honeyspirit. Scorchrunner kept ascending, taking longer strides as he caught up quickly to the murderer. Pecanstorm entered the camp, breathing hard as he'd been wounded, and they've been running with little to no pauses. Scorchrunner could run. Scorchrunner closed in behind him, skidding to a halt as Pecanstorm presented to Alderstar, a young, inexperienced leader, that Scorchrunner killed Honeyspirit. Bearfang felt queasy. He couldn't accept Pecanstorm's lies. Meanwhile, Longface attempted to convince Bearfang that his brother was a murderer. Alderstar was taken back, glancing between Scorchrunner and Pecanstorm, feeling panicked. He didn't have enough time to investigate, but he would later. "Chase him out; Scorchrunner, you are exiled," The behemoth leader blatantly stated, as the medicine cat quickly tended to Pecanstorm's wounds. Pecanstorm wasn't innocent; Scorchrunner was. He was hurt. Scorchrunner couldn't blame Alderstar, as he was recently made the leader, but he was making the wrong decision. Scorchrunner began to run, and run, and run. All he could do was run when a herd of warriors was hounding him out of the territory. The lengthy bachelor didn't dare look back, finding himself bounding aimlessly between the territories, predominantly veering away from CoyoteClan. About four moons have passed, and he's not sure where Pecanstorm is now. He never got to say goodbye to his parents or the role player Alias • Gemini Pronouns • She/Her. What other Characters do you play? • Alderstar, Sootnose, Leafcloud, Smudgemask and Heronreed. |
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Last Edit: Jun 12, 2022 7:29:11 GMT -6 by gemini
