Burntfur

[Rat]

All About ME

Your Name ∙ Rat
Chatango Username ∙ Rat
Contact Information ∙ I prefer telekinesis.
Other Characters You Play ∙ Nezumi

Introductions

Character’s Name Burntfur
Age ∙ 18 moons
Gender ∙ She-cat
Residing/ Ranking ∙ Shadowclan, warrior

Mindset

Overall Personality ∙ Burntfur is exceptionally stoic, though she is not so much unfeeling as just silent. She doesn't like to talk to anyone except for her brother Cloudchaser, so most of her clanmates write her off as just unfriendly. She is used to hardship, mostly because of the disfiguring burns on her face and the difficulty she faces because of them. Shortly after being burned she decided that there wasn't anything she could do to improve her life so the best thing she can do is to keep quiet and bear it. She rarely complains or admits to weakness, and she is completely willing to run herself into the ground for any cause that she comes across. Burntfur is not a complicated cat, she prefers simplicity and she does not often over think anything. Instead, she prefers to either observe or just act and get everything over with.

Reflection

Overall Appearance ∙
Image here, please imagine that she scars on her face and front paws.

Backstory

Family ∙ Father: Hazestone Mother: Larkfeather Brother: Cloudchaser
Birthplace ∙ Shadowclan
Background ∙

Burntfur lived a relatively normal life until her father took Cloudchaser and her out into the forest a few moons after they were born. The two kits accidentally wandered onto the thunderpath and were nearly hit by a monster. The only reason they survived was because Hazestone pushed them out of the way, getting his by the monster in process. The monster then swerved off the road and crashed into a tree, bursting into flames. When Burntfur tried to save her father she was burned and ultimately failed to do anything useful.

While her father died, both the kits survived and Cloudkit was named Cloudpaw in honor of his heroic efforts to save his father. Burntfur, on the other hand, required several moons of healing before she was able to train as an apprentice. They changed her name from Splashkit to Burntpaw, cruelly, though she never bothered about it. Instead of feeling insulted she just shrugged and agreed that she does have burnt paws regardless of what they want to call her.

After a few more moons she earned the warrior name Burntfur. She was a good apprentice, never getting into very much trouble and doing everything that her mentor asked of her, though he often said that she lacked determination when he thought she wasn't listening. Slightly offended, she decided that she'd do whatever she had to to be a good warrior.

Sample

With absolute precision Burntfur places a paw on the ground in front of her. The grass is wet with dew and cold from the ground seeps up into her pads. A small bug leaps off the ground and climbs onto a piece of grass in an effort to avoid being squished by the giant-paw-from-the-sky. Ignoring the bug and the cold and wet the grey she-cat pads foreword, pausing only to sniff at scent markers. She isn't on a border patrol but a hunting patrol, as it happens she's just alone and very close to the thunderclan boarder.

She doesn't have any intention of straying over the boarder, but this is a good place to catch voles, which are her favorite at the moment. The early-morning mist begins to turn into rain, fat drops of water splatter her pelt and drip off to the ground. Burntfur shakes her head to keep water from dripping into her eyes and looks upwards to judge the state of the sky. Heavy grew clouds are hanging a million pawsteps above the tips of the trees, all so big and close together that she can't tell whether there is one cloud or a bunch of them.

A mouse, which is not a vole, pokes it's head out of the little hole that it lives in. Burntfur, who doesn't stand out from the mist in many ways, stops walking and presses her body to the ground in an attempt to make herself even more inconspicuous. Obviously not realizing that she's there, the mouse creeps farther out of it's hole and stands on it's hind legs to get a better view of the area around it. Bunrtfur wonders if it's not a blind mouse while it drops to all four paws and ventures out farther into the forest.

As easily as if she was simply picking it up out of the fresh-kill pile, she leaps towards the mouse and ensnares it in her paws. The mouse dies instantly, not even knowing what had happened. The shadowclan she-cat's whiskers twitch in satisfaction while she buries the mouse.

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--Rat