Post by hannah on Nov 18, 2011 12:52:39 GMT -5
NAME: Flea
AGE: 6 moons
GENDER: tom
CLAN: none
a black and white tom with bright amber eyes.
APPEARANCE:
Flea's name is of seemingly little importance. His mother liked to travel, and three of her other kits were named after things she saw: Heron was named for the magnificent birds, Panda was named for the monstrous creatures of the eastern forests, and Sky was named for the brilliant skies of northern Alaska. Flea didn't think there was anything special about his name. However, though he is unaware of this fact, Flea was named after his father. He and his father are remarkably alike in appearance.
Like his father, Flea is a black and white "tuxedo" cat. He has as white underbelly and white legs. Additionally, his chest and a triangle-shape on his muzzle are also white. The remainder of his body is black, a sleek black that is easy for him to maintain. He is careful not to dirty his fur and, when he does, he spends a careful amount of time cleaning it. Some might call him vain, and some might call him a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to his appearance. But maybe they're one in the same...
He has bright amber eyes and long white legs. With a small frame like his sister's, Flea has no trouble at all navigating through the forest where he has decided to live out his life. He makes his home wherever he can; abandoned fox dens in ThunderClan's territory, a hollow tree inside the ShadowClan border, an abandoned rabbit nest in WindClan's territory... he avoids RiverClan. They alone know of his existence and his crime, and they alone will be responsible for his downfall -- and he won't have that. He likes to nest in the trees, and he is able to climb up to one of the branches to sleep well out of harm's way. This is his favorite place to sleep, for he feels powerful in a position where he can see everything in the forest.
His fighting abilities are at a minimal, and he uses his wits to escape harm the majority of the time. He can have a difficult time catching prey, but he makes do. All in all, there isn't a whole lot that's impressive about this tomcat, despite the fact that he'd be quick to tell you otherwise.
Like his father, Flea is a black and white "tuxedo" cat. He has as white underbelly and white legs. Additionally, his chest and a triangle-shape on his muzzle are also white. The remainder of his body is black, a sleek black that is easy for him to maintain. He is careful not to dirty his fur and, when he does, he spends a careful amount of time cleaning it. Some might call him vain, and some might call him a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to his appearance. But maybe they're one in the same...
He has bright amber eyes and long white legs. With a small frame like his sister's, Flea has no trouble at all navigating through the forest where he has decided to live out his life. He makes his home wherever he can; abandoned fox dens in ThunderClan's territory, a hollow tree inside the ShadowClan border, an abandoned rabbit nest in WindClan's territory... he avoids RiverClan. They alone know of his existence and his crime, and they alone will be responsible for his downfall -- and he won't have that. He likes to nest in the trees, and he is able to climb up to one of the branches to sleep well out of harm's way. This is his favorite place to sleep, for he feels powerful in a position where he can see everything in the forest.
His fighting abilities are at a minimal, and he uses his wits to escape harm the majority of the time. He can have a difficult time catching prey, but he makes do. All in all, there isn't a whole lot that's impressive about this tomcat, despite the fact that he'd be quick to tell you otherwise.
PERSONALITY:
Flea is selfish and mischievous. He acts for himself before he acts for others, and he rarely does so then. He thinks of his own safety before anyone's (with the exception of his sister, Heronpaw). He will feed himself before he worries about anyone else. He will only help if it benefits himself. He likes to cause trouble for the cats of the clans, and he will leave prey on the border in an effort to start border skirmishes between Clans.
He doesn't believe in StarClan; he never has. He looks to the stars and pleads for his mother's return. Nothing ever happens. He scoffs when cats mention their ancestors. He doesn't need to have faith in anyone or anything; he has faith in himself and that's all he needs.
He is cunning and intelligent. He is quick to think in dangerous situations, and he can easily weasel his way out of harm by weaving an easy lie. I'm a kittypet, That's what you clan cats call a cat like me, right? I live with my housefolk just over the fence, comes naturally to him, I didn't mean to trespass. His voice is charming, and he can trick almost any cat into believing him.
He shows no mercy in his actions; there is little forgiveness in his eyes. Losing his family and his Clan does that to a cat. He is one for revenge, and he doesn't rest until revenge has been achieved. Do him wrong and he will make sure you regret it.
He harbors unmatched hatred for the clan of RiverClan. They banished him, and they will pay. The kit lived, after all. He wasn't actually going to let her die! No one believed him; his past proved otherwise.
Even though Heronpaw - Heronkit then - did not defend him, he cannot find it in himself to hate her. He loves his sister more than any cat he has ever met. If he truly sought revenge on the Clan, he would make it his priority to get Heronpaw out alive before he did. His sister is one of his greatest weaknesses. He can't afford to make an enemy out of his own kin, though he already has and simply doesn't know it.
He is very stubborn and persistent. He will not give up until he has persuaded you to his side. He can do so discreetly so that you won't even notice his underhanded ploy, and he is patient. He knows he has plenty of time; he doesn't doubt his abilities. He is very confident in his abilities, making him fearless when facing adversity. He welcomes a challenge with a sneer, laughs in the face of danger. Danger? Ha! He lives for danger.
He's just a kit and he still has a lot to learn about himself, but he knows that he'll write his own destiny. They say his destiny has already been planned? He's so spontaneous with decisions, he doesn't see how that's possible.
When he's left to his own thoughts, he fears that he will always be alone; he constantly drives those who could help him away. The last cat he let close to him was his mother, and that was all the heartbreak he can handle.
If he lets you close, consider yourself lucky. Careful though; not too lucky. He has a nasty habit of deceit and traitorous lies. He will lie to you if it means gaining something for himself. He will trick you if it means another cat to keep him warm in harsh leaf-bare. He will fool you into thinking he is weak if it means learning a new trick to use in a battle.
It is clear that life in exile has not taught him much. RiverClan's leader had hoped it would teach him a lesson, but, so far, Flea has learned nothing except to trust no one: they always have a nasty habit of turning against you the moment you need them most.
He doesn't believe in StarClan; he never has. He looks to the stars and pleads for his mother's return. Nothing ever happens. He scoffs when cats mention their ancestors. He doesn't need to have faith in anyone or anything; he has faith in himself and that's all he needs.
He is cunning and intelligent. He is quick to think in dangerous situations, and he can easily weasel his way out of harm by weaving an easy lie. I'm a kittypet, That's what you clan cats call a cat like me, right? I live with my housefolk just over the fence, comes naturally to him, I didn't mean to trespass. His voice is charming, and he can trick almost any cat into believing him.
He shows no mercy in his actions; there is little forgiveness in his eyes. Losing his family and his Clan does that to a cat. He is one for revenge, and he doesn't rest until revenge has been achieved. Do him wrong and he will make sure you regret it.
He harbors unmatched hatred for the clan of RiverClan. They banished him, and they will pay. The kit lived, after all. He wasn't actually going to let her die! No one believed him; his past proved otherwise.
Even though Heronpaw - Heronkit then - did not defend him, he cannot find it in himself to hate her. He loves his sister more than any cat he has ever met. If he truly sought revenge on the Clan, he would make it his priority to get Heronpaw out alive before he did. His sister is one of his greatest weaknesses. He can't afford to make an enemy out of his own kin, though he already has and simply doesn't know it.
He is very stubborn and persistent. He will not give up until he has persuaded you to his side. He can do so discreetly so that you won't even notice his underhanded ploy, and he is patient. He knows he has plenty of time; he doesn't doubt his abilities. He is very confident in his abilities, making him fearless when facing adversity. He welcomes a challenge with a sneer, laughs in the face of danger. Danger? Ha! He lives for danger.
He's just a kit and he still has a lot to learn about himself, but he knows that he'll write his own destiny. They say his destiny has already been planned? He's so spontaneous with decisions, he doesn't see how that's possible.
When he's left to his own thoughts, he fears that he will always be alone; he constantly drives those who could help him away. The last cat he let close to him was his mother, and that was all the heartbreak he can handle.
If he lets you close, consider yourself lucky. Careful though; not too lucky. He has a nasty habit of deceit and traitorous lies. He will lie to you if it means gaining something for himself. He will trick you if it means another cat to keep him warm in harsh leaf-bare. He will fool you into thinking he is weak if it means learning a new trick to use in a battle.
It is clear that life in exile has not taught him much. RiverClan's leader had hoped it would teach him a lesson, but, so far, Flea has learned nothing except to trust no one: they always have a nasty habit of turning against you the moment you need them most.
HISTORY:
Flea was born to a kittypet named Lilac. Lilac's Twoleg traveled the world and his mother went with him. When they returned to their home, Lilac was expecting kittens... and her human, Rico, was weaker. She struggled with the idea that her kits would grow up in a home where Rico couldn't care for them as well as he normally would. So she left. One day, when he was sleeping, she ventured into the forest. She came across a clan-- RiverClan. The cats accepted her and made her feel at home. After the kits were born (Flea, Heron, Panda, and Sky), she traveled between her twoleg nest and RiverClan, worrying that Rico would not survive.
But he did. Day by day, he grew stronger. When time came for her to permanently return to her Twoleg, there was debate. Panda and Sky stayed close to their mother. They had always been overwhelmed by the number of cats that watched them. They wanted to return with Lilac.
Flea and his sister, Heron, felt at home in the Clan. They had made friends with the older kits and were truly fascinated by the stories the elders shared. The family split; Lilac returned to her Twoleg with Panda and Sky. Flea and Heron remained with the Clan, taking on the names of Fleakit and Heronkit.
Fleakit desperately missed his family. He loved the Clan, but his mother and siblings were especially important to him. He stayed close to Heronkit and looked after her well. Together, they often begged the warriors to check on Lilac near Twolegplace. This went on for days, for Fleakit would not give up. From sunrise to sunset he pleaded with the warriors and apprentices. Finally, a patrol agreed they would check -- though they only agreed to shut him up. When the patrol returned, only bad news awaited Fleakit. His mother's Twoleg had recovered and decided to travel the world again. A kittypet next to Lilac's nest told the patrol that all three cats had decided to go with him. His family was gone.
Fleakit grew quiet. He had always hoped he would be able to visit his mother as a warrior and make her proud. He never thought she would leave. He never thought a twoleg would be more important than her own children, whom she had left in the Clan. Panda and Sky, he seethed, mother's perfect angels. He was angry and upset with no justifiable reason. It seemed childish to grow so upset over the news, and Heronkit often tried to reassure her brother. He still had a sister. But he didn't seem to remember that much.
He began to act out. At first the deeds were small and seemingly insignificant. He would taunt and tease the other kits in the nursery; he hoarded all the mossballs, played too roughly, and spat insults at them if they managed to annoy him. When others weren't looking, he stole from the fresh-kill pile, dragging small fish into the safety of darkness and eating it before anyone noticed it was gone. Those actions escalated. He was in the warriors den often, messing with their bedding and leaving nice presents when they returned from their duties. When he had nothing else to do and he had been shooed from the warriors den, he bothered the elders. He would change their bedding for them, but he would often come back with wet moss. Sometimes this was an accident; most of the time, it was on purpose.
Perhaps the most dastardly thing he did was poison a kit. It was more out of fun than anything else. He had broken into the medicine cat's herbs when s/he was out replenishing, and he and another kit were fooling around. He dared the kit to try one of the herbs; neither had any idea of the effect it would have. He knew it looked similar to deathberries, but he didn't understand why a deathberry would be in the medicine cat's den. There was only one. He pressured the kit into taking it, and the kit almost died.
Just shy of six moons, almost to the age of becoming an apprentice, Fleakit was banished from the Clan. No one took great pleasure in the act; a kit? Forced to survive alone? They showed him how to find his own food and sent him on his way. He thus began his life in exile.
He didn't understand his wrong; the kit was foolish, mouse-brained. Any kit would have known not to eat something that looked suspicious. Any kit would have known not to break into the medicine cat's den with Fleakit (now Flea, after he decided to drop the suffix).
Flea became enraged. His long journey of hatred for the Clan that banished him was only just beginning...
KIN:
Heronpaw -- sister
Lilac -- mother
Flea -- father
Panda -- sister
Sky -- brother
But he did. Day by day, he grew stronger. When time came for her to permanently return to her Twoleg, there was debate. Panda and Sky stayed close to their mother. They had always been overwhelmed by the number of cats that watched them. They wanted to return with Lilac.
Flea and his sister, Heron, felt at home in the Clan. They had made friends with the older kits and were truly fascinated by the stories the elders shared. The family split; Lilac returned to her Twoleg with Panda and Sky. Flea and Heron remained with the Clan, taking on the names of Fleakit and Heronkit.
Fleakit desperately missed his family. He loved the Clan, but his mother and siblings were especially important to him. He stayed close to Heronkit and looked after her well. Together, they often begged the warriors to check on Lilac near Twolegplace. This went on for days, for Fleakit would not give up. From sunrise to sunset he pleaded with the warriors and apprentices. Finally, a patrol agreed they would check -- though they only agreed to shut him up. When the patrol returned, only bad news awaited Fleakit. His mother's Twoleg had recovered and decided to travel the world again. A kittypet next to Lilac's nest told the patrol that all three cats had decided to go with him. His family was gone.
Fleakit grew quiet. He had always hoped he would be able to visit his mother as a warrior and make her proud. He never thought she would leave. He never thought a twoleg would be more important than her own children, whom she had left in the Clan. Panda and Sky, he seethed, mother's perfect angels. He was angry and upset with no justifiable reason. It seemed childish to grow so upset over the news, and Heronkit often tried to reassure her brother. He still had a sister. But he didn't seem to remember that much.
He began to act out. At first the deeds were small and seemingly insignificant. He would taunt and tease the other kits in the nursery; he hoarded all the mossballs, played too roughly, and spat insults at them if they managed to annoy him. When others weren't looking, he stole from the fresh-kill pile, dragging small fish into the safety of darkness and eating it before anyone noticed it was gone. Those actions escalated. He was in the warriors den often, messing with their bedding and leaving nice presents when they returned from their duties. When he had nothing else to do and he had been shooed from the warriors den, he bothered the elders. He would change their bedding for them, but he would often come back with wet moss. Sometimes this was an accident; most of the time, it was on purpose.
Perhaps the most dastardly thing he did was poison a kit. It was more out of fun than anything else. He had broken into the medicine cat's herbs when s/he was out replenishing, and he and another kit were fooling around. He dared the kit to try one of the herbs; neither had any idea of the effect it would have. He knew it looked similar to deathberries, but he didn't understand why a deathberry would be in the medicine cat's den. There was only one. He pressured the kit into taking it, and the kit almost died.
Just shy of six moons, almost to the age of becoming an apprentice, Fleakit was banished from the Clan. No one took great pleasure in the act; a kit? Forced to survive alone? They showed him how to find his own food and sent him on his way. He thus began his life in exile.
He didn't understand his wrong; the kit was foolish, mouse-brained. Any kit would have known not to eat something that looked suspicious. Any kit would have known not to break into the medicine cat's den with Fleakit (now Flea, after he decided to drop the suffix).
Flea became enraged. His long journey of hatred for the Clan that banished him was only just beginning...
KIN:
Heronpaw -- sister
Lilac -- mother
Flea -- father
Panda -- sister
Sky -- brother
