Firepool | windclan warrior

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n a m e : Firepool
a g e : 31 Moons
g e n d e r : Tom
c l a n : WindClan
r a n k : Warrior
s t a t u s : Fighting Fit
a p p r e n t i c e : Slatepaw
l o v e . i n t e r e s t : Open

d e s c r i p t i o n .

Long and fluid, Firepool almost seems to be liquid in nature. Though he has the tall build of a WindClan cat, he seems to have no hard lines to his body at all, almost as if he has no bones. He is most often seen stretched out in some sunny place, lying flaccid and relaxed as he enjoys the sun's warming rays. Firepool's short tabby coat is bright red in colour, and almost seems to ripple as he moves. His chest and belly are white, and his fur is always neatly groomed to remain soft and clean. His paws and the tip of his tail are also white and soft. He keeps his paws clean, and his pads are soft and pink because he walks on them as little as possible. The only part of Firepool's body that seems focused and alert are his eyes, which are a mossy green. Their gaze is clear and direct, and they sparkle with intelligence and friendliness.

p e r s o n a l i t y .

You will never meet any cat more friendly than Firepool, more cunning, or loyal. Unfortunately, you will never meet a lazier cat either. Firepool uses his considerable intellect to think up new ways of doing as little work as possible, and he uses his effortless charm to put those plans into action. Content to eat his share of the fresh-kill, and then to sneak off somewhere to relax, Firepool doesn't trouble himself with the daily running of the Clan. He likes to spend time with other cats, and he has an easygoing nature that lends itself well to making friends. He's a bit of a flirt as well, and enjoys having fun with the she-cats, though it's rare that anything serious comes of it. But at the same time, Firepool is one of the most loyal cats in all the Clans. He sticks by his friends, and will fight till the death in their defense. He may not believe in doing little chores in support of the Clan, but he will support his leader to the end, and he would never betray those who trust him. Firepool is actually the brains of the litter, though wisdom was never his specialty. He's cunning and a charmer, and always has a plan for everything.

h i s t o r y .

Firepool's, Rowanclaw's, and Finchstep's histories will all be the same, with an added part at the end if there's anything else about them that happened.

Firepool, Rowanclaw, and Finchstep were born in early newleaf, a pleasant time to come into the world. From the time that they were born they were inseparable, playing together, eating together, and getting into fights together. As the moons progressed they remained close, but distinct roles emerged among them. Firepool, the oldest, was the most playful, the one who could charm his way out of a fight if he wanted to, but engaged in combat just as often as not. He was also the smartest, and the sneakiest, and most definitely the most relaxed. Rowanclaw was the level-headed one, the dutiful one, and the fighter. Though he was smaller than his brother, Rowanclaw would always win in a fight between them, for he was a natural born warrior. Finchstep, the youngest and the smallest, was quieter than her siblings, but not because she had nothing to say. She was ever watchful, and always had insights into any problems the three might have.

The day the three became apprentices was a day that none of them would ever forget. After the apprentices were assigned their mentors, the newly-named Firepaw heard an older apprentice make a comment about Finchpaw's fitness to train as a warrior. By this time it was well-known in the Clan that Finchstep wasn't completely right in the head, and some cats wondered if it would be wise to let her become a warrior. Firepaw immediately tackled the offending apprentice, and when Rowanpaw and another apprentice joined in the fight, all hell broke loose. Firepaw escaped with a cut over his eye and Rowanpaw had a severe bite on his tail, but the other two apprentices got much worse. Though no cat suffered any lasting injuries, all four of them were confined in camp and sentenced to caring for the elders for the next moon.

After that first fight, the three apprentices progressed normally. The older apprentices made sure not to insult Finchpaw in her brothers' hearing again, and the three of them concentrated on their training as well as they each could. For Firepaw this meant getting yelled at by his mentor six times a day, and Finchpaw was often misunderstood, training away from her brothers. But eventually they all became warriors, and were reunited as the three close-knit cats that they had been throughout their kithood. Once they were warriors, the mutters about Finchstep didn't stop, or even decrease. But with the three of them together, the siblings overcame the challenges that came their way to be loyal warriors of WindClan.

Ever since Firepool was made a warrior, he has been completely loyal to his Clan. He has never given away Clan secrets or allowed another warrior to tresspass onto WindClan's territory. However, he hasn't done much else either. While Firepool will gladly fight off enemy attacks and hunt to keep his Clan from starving, he declines to go on such regulated affairs as patrols, and he has never had an apprentice. Any apprentice mentored by him would surely either get no training at all, or would become just as lazy as his mentor. Firepool spends his days chatting with other warriors of the Clan, avoiding the deputy, flirting with queens, and relaxing in the sun. What could possibly be more important?

m o t h e r : Berryfur
f a t h e r : Ratstripe
s i s t e r : Finchstep
b r o t h e r : Rowanclaw

o t h e r .

Mambo Number 5 by Lou Bega

One, two, three, four, five
Everybody in the car, so come on let's ride
To the liquor store around the corner
The boys say they want some gin and juice but I really don't want a
Beer bust like I had last week
I must stay deep 'cause talk is cheap
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra, and Rita
And as I continue you know they gettin' sweeter
So what I can do? I really beg you, my Lord
To me flirting it's just like sport
Anything fly, it's all good let me dump it
Please send in the trumpet

A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita's all I need
A little bit of Tina's what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man