Boltstreak ~ Breezeclan

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Name: Boltstreak
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Breezeclan
Rank: Warrior
Physical:

Boltstreak is a all snow white tom with bright golden hues.His eyes are tinted with a light orange color near the pupils so more of a tainted goldenrod color.His fur is short and soft but making him cold in leaf bare times, they were surprised that he lasted the first few moons.

His is broad and lean a very well muscled tom that is neither to big or to small more of an average size. His tail is long and slicky actually its a little bushy along with a slight lions mane that is his flank kind of surprising by his short fur. His whiskers are a long off white color that touch his sholdors. His legs are long and lean just like most Breezeclan cats, with his legs he can run at great speeds to catch fast prey. His ears are slightly pointed always looking alert and listening for something.

He has one scar across his left eye from what happend when he was an apprentice but luckily he still kept his eyesight in that eye. His pelt has absolutly no other markings on it, its pure white, like fresh winter snow. His fangs are shining white, and has two vampiric type fangs, that are only noticible when he opens his mouth. The most remarkable thing about his pelt his the black streak near his left hide, it oddly resembles that of a lightning bolt, hence his name.

Short description>> a lithe white tom cat with a black streak; gold eyes.

Personality:

Boltstreak is a very fiesty tom-cat with a sharp tounge.He often doubts himself with higher responsiblities, not trusting himself. He is often rude and cold without meaning to be. Hes a handful and hard to keep track of if you need him somewhere. Hes the rebel of the three siblings and is often the more brave one out of his kin. He is bold and daring, and not afraid to bend the rules. He will not take being talk down to, it infuriates him. He is very hot-tempered and easily put in a bad mood by those he doesnt like.

He is the bravest of the siblings and sees danger as a fun challenge. He isnt all bad though like his outer core shows. He is hard-core though and will never back down from a fight expecially when provoked. He is loyal to his clan and to his clan alone, he doesnt see himself having kits in the future because he wants to work up his image in the clan. He does have a nice side to her thought. You could say hes like cold fire. He has that firey personality and then also have a compassionate side.

He is reckless and youngest of his three siblings. But still well loved for his bravery and willingness. He does listen to authority such as, the leader,deputy, and medicine cat. He will not take critism from anyone else though. He does not put up with others. He has a nice side most of the time. Playful and good company. But his main personna is his sharp tounge. He is a little more gentle towards his siblings, and will step up to defend them anytime.

Friends & Family:

Family, deceased. Friends not really.

Characteristics:

you can say he can be a bit bipolar.

Picture:

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History:

He dosent know who was his actual parents..Though everyone told him he was Breezeclan he never believed it, he didnt look like his "mother" or "siblings" they were all ginger colored and him being the only white one. He grew up as Boltkit, his den mates were Gingerkit,Sandkit and Flamekit. His so called mother was Orangeblossom he was already more distant at this small age, he felt like an outcast.

But he put on a happy face and played with them, at the age of six moons he and his den mates were made apprentices. Boltpaw already felt alone as they all sort of split apart Gingerpaw and Sandpaw still spoke but him and Flamepaw separted. He followed Gingerpaw and Sandpaw out of camp the night the two of them snuck out.

The two ran into a fox, Boltpaw tried his hardest to help them but both of them were killed, he was scared for their well being. After spending a moon in the medicine cats den he always blamed himself for their deaths. After that Boltpaw went on training, he excelled best in the battle area though he was ok at hunting he was more of a fighter. As he neared his warriorship Orangeblossom died of black cough that leaf bare, this event sent him into denial which made him the troubled cat he is.

The day after he and Flamepaw were made warriors given the names Boltstreak and Flamefur. Him and Flamefur were on there first bordor potrol when a rouge cat attacked Flamefur and Boltstreak fought well but Flamefur unfortunatly died from a loss of blood. Winterwood grived silently he had lost everyone but he still carries himself today.

Roleplay Sample:

Boltpaw shifted in the apprentices den his body twitched uncomfortibly as he blinked awake, it seemed colder than usual. Lifting his head from his paws he looked around noticing a ginger striped tail leaveing the den. Boltpaw's eyes narrowed as he got to his paws following then tail out, but much more slower.

As he got out of the den he noticed Sandpaw and Gingerpaw leaving the camp entrence. Leting out a low hiss he followed they knew they werent supposed to be leaving camp with the alert of a fox in the territory. He could only manage to hear the mumbling from the two and strained to hear more but gave up as they got more deeper into the territory.

The two finally stoped and Boltpaw came out from hiding "You two arnt supposed to be out here." he growled as the two turned to face him. "Well we could ask you the same thing!" Sandpaw mewed in protest as the ginger tom straightend. "I only came to make sure you two didnt do anything mouse brained!" he hissed back. His eyes shifting over to a russling bush, lifting his muzzle to take in the scent in wrinkled in disgust. "Whats that smell." he grumbled til a vicous row of teeth sprug out snapping inches away from Gingerpaws face.

She let out a squeak of terror as she steped back, Sandpaw came from behind her to lash out his forepaws. His claws raking the side of the raged fox and it turned grabing ahold of his ear, drops of blood falling onto Sandpaws pelt. Boltpaw watched in horror til he came charging leaping onto its back spiting furiously raking his claws along its head and back.

The fox flew him off scratching at his face, a claw sliced across his left eye. The pain stung as he tryed backing away til he was knocked into a boldor. He went black for a moment or so he thought when he awoke the ground was splattered in blood the limp bodies of Gingerpaw,Sandpaw and the fox were sprawled on the groud. He quickly got to his paws racing over to them Gingerpaws throat had been torn open Sandpaws stomach as well his inards outside.

Boltpaw broke down crying the tears stinging the cut across his eyes, as he buried his face into there blood matted fur. Looking to his own pelt blood was splattered over his snow white pelt, his one black bolt streak exposed. His golden pool ran over his body he seemed ok, except for the sting in his eye. He shook his head in pain. I could have done more... he shoved his head into his paws, his body shook as tears left his eyes.

Other:

nopes

Form completion: Yes

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