blackpool, blazeclan

[.Lady.Tangle.]

TITLE: blackpool
RANK: Healer
HOME: BlazeClan
SEX: Tom
AGE: Fifty-Four moons old
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APPEARANCE:

My fur is long and black, making the sun that beats down into my clan's desert like territory all the much hotter again my skin. I wallow in my own pitty of sweat as I roam my territory. This is why my fur seems silky and shinny, no matter the weather. And this is also why I am not big with the ladies. (That's what he thinks!)

My eyes of a golden-yellow are what pop out from my pitch, night black fur. If it wasn't for the fact that I was grouchy I'd have a mate, because of my appearance some say. My whiskers along with my nose appear black to the nake-eye, but they are tinted blue slightly.

My claws are white and a oddly clear white. Which is what makes me a pretty good fighter, beside the fact that my front paw is twisted beyond repair. Broken when I was younger and healed to an unhealable placement. I limp with out a care and my ears appeared large to the ones around me.

I guess I must add that I am about 2 feet long, from nose to tail-tip and about a foot and a half in height. I am pretty tall and long for a cat of my staure. I have also become weaken in my older age, my fighting sloppyer then normal. My walks crooked and uneven in steps. But I am stronger then most cats now a days.

ACTING:

I hate you, you hate me, why do you go jump off a cliff I don't need you bullshit.

I'm grouchy, easily angered and I hate kits, well not kits in general just the noise that comes from their mouthes. Okay I hate every sound that any cat makes, it just makes my head pound! I'm grouchy! Why? Because of my long fur you idiot, and if you think it's because I don't have a mate or 'lover' then you can curl up and die, like I care. Okay I don't want anyone dead or anything, I just hate it when cats annoy me by speaking to me!

I only accept those who are completely and utterly sick. I can't have my den filled with cats who are complaning about muscle pains! If your gonna complan become a kitty-pet, is what I always say. But beside that what else should I tell you about my personality? I am hot-headed, I HATE it when cats just come up and say something so idiotic, so down-right stupid that I just HAVE to strangle the last of their life from their bodies! But, I can not harm a cat, physically of course! I feel bad when I lash out and claw at the cats around me, but that does not mean I am a helpless old mouse!

I love fighting, healing and collecting herbs. It is my passion! When I can not do anything but stare at my den roof I leave to practice my fighting moves, or collect some much needed herbs, or maybe just catch up on a few hunting tips my mentor told me long before. I am by far, the worst hunter my mentor ever saw. This memory is what drives me to be harder and meaner on the apprentices. I like to play with snakes! It's wrong but it is fun, jumping about to stay away from their fangs. But I have since lost sight of the snakes and have started top pay more attention to those around me. This too, makes me angry. I hate being the healer when it comes to waiting for queens to kit, cause I feel like a useless kit waiting for his or her mother to feed him.

I hate having to wait for the right moment to do things, I even hate it when I lose a cat to Starclan's willing paws. Why should a young cat die? Why not take the old? I guess when they say a cat's time is either short or long, they really mean it,

PAST TENSE:

BLACKKIT! GOLDENKIT! GINGERKIT! BROWNKIT!

My history begins back when I was about a moon and a half old. I was the eldest of my litter but my eyes were a moon and a half late to open. I just wasn't ready accounting to my mother. Others thought I was blind. But even at that young of a age I was easily angered and would snap at my sisters who told me to open my eyes or else.

When my eyes opened the blue-amber were what sparkled to my mother, and of course she didn't name me for them, but for my black pelt. Which I was thankful for, even if it wasn't something special, cause my three other siblings were named for the pelts.

Goldenkit was the oldest of my sisters, second youngest to me. I enjoyed bossing my sster around but in the end we were closer then your normal siblings, with our youngest sister Brownkit with us we were the golden trio of Blazeclan. Me the one with the aittude problem, Goldenkit with the big ego and then my youngest sister Brownkit, the sweet and caring one.

It was days like that when Gingerkit, our sick sister, wasn't intest in helping us make trouble, or playing with us, in actual fact, Gingerkit was always in the healer's den, sick and tired. Bearwhisker was watching over her, and I, felt like I needed to help her, and so the trio slowly started to part by the time we all were four and a half moons of age.

It wasn't until our fifth moon that Gingerkit passed, she died in her sleep peacefully from greencough. Me, Goldenkit and Brownkit were with her when she left us. Mother and Father were 'hunting'.

BLACKPAW! GOLDENPAW! BROWNPAW!

I was mentored by a warrior for my first three moons until I snapped my paw from my leg. Leaving a slightly turned in, destoryed paw. It was painful day for me, my mentor was nearly in tears because of my paw. I was beyond mad, I through the biggest fit I ever had right in front of the clan when I found out I had no chance of being a warrior.

This was just the beginning. Goldenpaw turned her back on me and Brownpaw completely out right left me in the dark. So I spent two moons in the healer's den trying as hard as I could to recover! What did I get? An offer to become a healer... and so I took it. What else could I have done, and when I left the full moon to go to the healer's meeting and visited me.

It was beyond real, I thought that I was dreaming but the starry cats before me spoke in riddles and made my fur tingle with happiness! These cats were speaking to me, which had to mean that I would be a-

Healer.


So I trained and slowly, but surely, Brownpaw started opening up to me, she spoke of her crushes (which pissed me off) and she told me of everyone, how they inked her and how Goldenpaw and her had a faling out. According to her it involved a tom they liked and Goldenpaw thought I had sided with Brownpaw. In which I replyed to my sister that day, 'She-cats what can you do?'

She stopped talking to me for a week, but other then that and a bunch of other things, I stayed true to my words. I became her best friend and Goldenpaw became just a sister we had to like.

That was until Goldenpaw was sent to the Healer's den for healing. This pissed me off more, the cat who had did this was a deputy of another clan and I, for one, would get my anger out on this cat soon. So I trained myself in the ways of the warriors again, this time with only three paws.

I enjoyed it but the other apprentices who I watched called me a creeper, that I was stalking them. That I would take them 'hunting' if they weren't careful. So I watched them anyways snapping at them that they were doing it wrong, that they should twist more often and keep their claws out.

But as I aged I had to take time out of my fighting and hunting to leanr the herbs. This pleased me and my first leaf-bare as a healer's apprentice was hard, cat's complained, and I complained and Bearwhisker actually broke down and nearly went insane from my complaning and harshing of the younger and older cats.

BLACKPOOL! GINGERCLAW! BROWNSTRIPE
I was given my warriors name when I turned twenty-eight moons of age. I was to stubborn according to my mentor and so he held the name from me as long as he could before I told him I had predicted his death.

He had merely laughed and given me my warrior name two moons after that. I was actually happy for once, until I heard the female sounding name. I actually yowled in protest, but I quiet down when I heard my mentor call me amusing. This made me made, yes, but I had to remain calm there were others about!

So I held that grudge, but my sister Brownstripe, (her knew warrior name!) told me to be good and think on the bright side. I just grumbled and stalked off and actually told my sister Goldenclaw, (her warrior name!), that I hated it. She just told me to suck it up and stop complaining like a kitty-pet.

This was when our friendship started again, me and my two sisters talking together, little apprentices coming up and trying to impress us, and bam, I snapped. Brownstripe tryed to calm me, but I told the apprentices to leave. Why? They were trying to impress my sisters, those stupid, idiotic apprentice toms, made fun of me and my name.

And right there in the middle of camp, I wished death upon them before going to sleep. What did I get, a horrible dream of death and those two young apprentices screaming in pain. I paniced I awoke the moment one of the tom apprentice's eyes faded and went to them checking them over before leaving in the dead of the night to search for herbs.

No one knew about my deed, or at least I thought, Bearwhisker was watching my every move and the bullshitting grin he gave me every day would make my fur tingle with anger.

These were the days that dragged by slowly. I meet the Owlclan's medicine cat's apprentice, Moonspirit and I stayed clear of her. She seemed to... Owlclanny for me. Which made me edgy about the healer meetings.

It wasn't until my thirty-sixth moon, Bearwhisker's eighty-ninth, that Bearwhisker left to the elders den. I felt angry that he was leaving me. But I relaxed, became calmer then normal but my anger would sky rocket everytime an apprentice came near, or if a kit came near.

Brownstripe was expected to have kits.

BEYOND THE WARRIORS
Brownstripe had her kits, well kit. She named him Gingerkit, the kit was a ginger table, with puffy fur and, like me, amber eyes that glowed like moons. Why Brownstripe named him Gingerkit, could of been for our sister, or for her own personal reasons, was beyond me and she even flat out resfused to tell me why she named him that.

But I held Gingerkit closer to me then I held any kit. I was actually nice to him, and when he told me to leave his friends alone I would get ready to snap and Brownstripe would give me the death glare. This is where I learned my glare. But good things always come to a end, Gingerkit became an apprentice and a snobby apprentice being mentored by his aunt Goldenclaw.

I never saw the kit that used to love me like he should of, no I saw the personality of Gingerkit, my sister, in the little tom apprentice. But Brownstripe refused to understand that her son was getting brainwashed to hate me, to hate her! But I sat back and watched as Gingerpaw became Gingerclaw, and Goldenclaw became an elder along with Brownstripe.

Early retirement at the age of fifty moons. I would look at my siblings and give them death glares but then look at my nephew and inwardly grin. He was living the life I could not.

Our parents died in the elder's den from old age. For my mother she died in a gentle peaceful way like my sister Gingerkit, while my father went in pain. I tired everything! I gave him poppyseeds and even tired to help him breath peacefully until he passed out and died.

IN CHARACTER:

'STAY AWAY FROM ME!'
BLACKPOOL
'NO WAIT COME BACK!'

Blackpaw looked up into the eyes of the three stary cats. Biarstar, Gingerkit and Clovertooth, three cats I had know in my kit hood, or had heard of when I listened to the elder's stories. "Blackpaw, we welcome you to the ranks of Healer." His fur prickled with excitment at the three she-cats before him.

As his dad had always told him when he was younger, when three she-cats wanted your attention you'd better be proud. But soon Gingerkit's voice spoke up. "Listen you idiot!" Blackpaw turned and hissed angrily. His fur rising in anger and hatred for his once sick sister. "Shut it Gingerkit, I was happily living in my ego boasted moment!"

WHAT NOT:

D< I HATE THE RPG PART IT'S SO SHORT AND SUCKIE!

suckie is even a word lol

[Cookie -n- Cream]

Lol, you don't have to do more than one RP part, sorry!

I'd just like you too look over the bio a bit. There are spelling and grammar errors throughout the history.

I love how he and Moonspirit are almost the same (except she is mean D:) xD It should be interesting for them to meet.