Burningwing{Lightclan}

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Name: Burningwing
Moons: 20 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: LightClan
Rank: Warrior [Troops]
Short-Description:

Beautiful calico she-cat with mismatched coloured eyes.

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Description:

Burningwing is quite the one with the good looks. Almost every tom is hypnotized when she prances past, waving her tail in quick, delicate motions. Though its wise not to stare to long, or you might just get a claw score across your nose. Her face is long and broad, shaped to a leaf shaped manner. Burningwing's face is delicate, but strong muscles that can snap her jaw down in a heart beat, and not let go until she chooses, or the opponent gives up. Her nose is petite, but pretty like the rest of her body. Its mixed pink and black colour matches her pelt colour, Her whiskers are long and detailed, each a colour of calico, white, tan, black, brown, cream and all the other mingling tones. Her teeth are sharp as a arrow tip, clean and white as a cloud in the sky. Her fangs are long and viscous, her cutting incisors like sharpened razors. Her ears are perfect triangles, tall and free of blemishes to her looks. Her eyes are perfect almond shaped, rimmed with midnight black. Her eyes are mismatched coloured, and one is a light, stream coloured blue, with a dark, ocean blue flint center. The other is a deep, russet amber, with three darker rings in it. Her legs are long and elegant, yet packed with muscle, concealed by the length of her limbs. Not to long, yet long enough for her to race like the wind at a tireless pace. Her paws are wide-spread, yet petite, and delicate at the same time, giving her a strong grip. Her claws are as long a a large dog's, yet they conceal like normal claws until she unsheathes them for battle. Her tail is extremely long, wrapping around her front paws, and tufts out like a fox tail, even though her fur is short except for her chest, which billows out with layers of soft, silky snow white fur. The colour of her pelt is a rich, bright calico, patches of many tones and colours. She is probably the most amazing coated cat that you'll ever see. With a river of flowing white fur from her chin to tail, which is tipped with white, she appears to be resting on a cloud. Most of her tail is a deep -orange-red, like that of a fox's, and on both thighs, on her upper hind-leg, is a deep, fire coloured patch. Strangely, both patches are shaped like wings, with small wisps of colour off each of them, giving them the air of a burning wing.

Personality:

Burningwing is a considerably well mannered cat. She acts as polite as necessary when it is needed, yet this doesn't mean that she isn't a withdrawn, shy warrior. She rises above other warriors, to with direct them with power, reinforcing the rules that the clans go by. Sometimes, she gets out of hand and feels that she is the leader, and has to get a firm reminder of her rank. Is someone insults her, or someone she cares for, she punishes them. Though she doesn't punish the offenders horribly, it is still known, that just because she is related to someone, she doesn't let them off the hoo. At most times, Burningwing is a comedian, cracking jokes when seems necessary. She often stirs up quite a crowd once in a while, when she is in the mood she can become an actor, a art she learned as a kit from her original home far away. She is also a great story teller, word bubbling from her mouth without her even thinking about a story. Her claws may be sharp, but her tongue can be sharper. When angered, which can happen before you say mouse if you insult her the wrong way, insults fly right back at you as if she's a living tornado. She is also quite emotional sometimes, when someone that she cares about leaves her. Since her experiences with her brother and parents, she is reluctant to let anyone out of her grasp. The same with enemies. Once she gets you in her hold, its hard for you to break away. She also has an extreme hate for loners and rogues. Since her fur is short and trimmed in most areas, her favorite season is spring, when its cool enough and warm enough for her pelt length.

History:

Burningwing's history is pretty much unknown. Though, it is true that most cats know that she came from a far away land, much like the place that the four cat clans inhabit, with rivers, plains, forests, and marshes. But she originally came from Thunderclan, though her mother traveled far away to give birth to her and her deceased brother, though she was born farther away, she feels she is not so different to not believe in Starclan, after all, she was originally from the clans and still believes their codes and beliefs. She still believes in Starclan, but tells almost no one if she agrees with the rules laid down by the heavenly cats, however, she will if you prove that you are trustworthy. In this case, she has chose to let me tell you a bit about her history, but she wishes that I don't tell it all. She shall receive her wish, here is here history;

Many, many moons ago, when Burningwing was a kit, known as Burningkit then, she and her brother Thunderkit did every thing together. They played, tried to hunt, climbed , told secrets, everything. As the moons past, one left her emotionally scarred, the moon that Thunderkit died. This story is long and painful, so it has been shortened.
One day, they where playing near the thunderpath, laughing and having a great time chasing butterflies, when something across the road rustled a bush. Thunderkit, determined to keep her sister safe, stalked over, and boldly tried to summon whatever it was. It happened to be a well known rogue, a horrible cat that killed many and was always merciful less. He barreled the poor, defenseless kit on the middle of the road, just as a monster turned the corner. It rumbled at them at amazing speeds, and the loner leaped away. But Thunderkit didn't. The truck ran over the small kit, leaving him only the time to bid his sister farewell. Blinded by pain and disbelief, Burningkit stumbled over a rock and hit her head, depriving her of all events before that.
When she became a warrior, proud and strong, she made many friends, and a love. He was a strong cat, though he was small, about the size of a old apprentice. However, that didn't let her ignore his true self. Sadly, he later died from a attack by Soulclan in his dreams. She often looks to the skies and see's a single, flaming star, and thinks of him.

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