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26/12/16 ' finished app!
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「 AND IF I MAY JUST TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY 」
✦ [ bio ]|| name ' Wildfire Wildpaw Abaddon
;;wild // for his personality
;;fire // for his pelt markings
|| gender ' cis male ♂
|| age ' 38 moons

|| clan ' RockClan
;;birth clan // none
|| rank ' warrior apprentice loner

✦ [ personality ]|| alignment '
|| temperament ' choleric

|| +benevolent ;; +protective ;; +genuine ;; +energetic ;; +willing ;; =ambitious ;; =awkward ;; =solitary ;; =self-aware ;; = prim ;; -hot-tempered ;; -reckless ;; -troublesome ;; -narrow-minded ;; -escapist

The first thing anyone can be sure of is that Wildfire certainly lives up to his name. With a short temper and the tendency to be violent (more so than needed), he can be as destructive as fire itself, both to others and himself as well, especially considering other parts of him that not everyone is really aware of.

Despite everything, the tom has good intentions, and a lot of them, actually. He's very willing to learn, something that only the few that wish to stick around can really tell; unless if someone is ready to judge past his temper. Let it be his mistakes or just an older, wiser cat than himself, Wildfire doesn't brush advice off and tries his best to follow them, hoping to be better than he was earlier. That being said though, he doesn't have low self-esteem, and sometimes pride can get to his mind, if he truly believes he was right - in such cases, reasoning with him doesn't always seem to work.

Wildfire likes to believe he's a no-nonsense cat, and his serious exterior suggests that at first glance. Yet, if someone pays enough attention, it soon becomes obvious he simply doesn't feel too comfortable with others, being awkward even, and it's all a sort of facade to keep others away. He tends to stress himself out over what to say during silence, stumbles over his words and overall doesn't think he's suited for social life. Maybe it's due to things that happened or fear of what might happen; either way he sometimes feels forced to escape things he's not the best at.

This all doesn't mean he wishes to stay the way he is, however. Wildfire considers himself an ambitious warrior, with actual ambitions he wants to pursue and one day reach succesfully. He knows he has to change for that; and he is willing to. He's nowhere near what he wants to be, and every now and then he forgets that fact, given he still feels the pull among his muscles that urge him to attack. He's trouble on four paws, some say, and they're not wrong. The only thing they're wrong about, though, is his strong will that not even he's aware of.

✦ [ story ]|| prologue ' Wildfire originally used to be a loner named Abaddon, outside of Clan territories.

From the very first moments of his life, Abaddon had no mother. Barely a family, in all honesty. The scent of a she-cat only rarely reached his nose while he was still a tiny kitten, falling onto his paws while he tried to walk despite not having opened his eyes just yet. That cat seemed to be around only to feed him, but even with his nose pressed into her flank, there wasn't much wamth she provided, given she left instantly after he was done. Barely eight weeks of age, and she's completely absent from his life. He didn't understand why or how then - not that he had to ponder much about it, it seemed normal.

It was always two toms with him, although he managed to note that one of them spent more with him than the other. His father Noel was around so many more times compared to the mother, even if he never seemed quite happy, never smiled much and if he did, it was always a tired one. Abaddon soon grasped the concept that he shouldn't upset him much, that he and his older brother Dante were better off learning and doing things themselves. Maybe it's not how things should have gone, but the young tom grew up that way and didn't think twice about it.

It was so dysfunctional, the way the three toms had a nest they slept in together every night and a little clearing they ate in and talked in, and yet Noel was just like a shadow, glancing and nodding at the brothers every now and then but never being really there. That was more apparent to Abaddon than with his mother, given the dark loner was around a lot more and even seemed to care, just didn't know how to quite act or show it. Dante did let him on in the "secret" eventually; their parents had chaotic stories behind them, and even if they managed to raise Dante (with a lot of trouble, but still), their mother never felt ready to be a mother in the first place and simply didn't want to be with a son again. The fact that she even fed Abaddon was thanks to Noel and his begging that didn't stop until she obeyed, otherwise their second son would have starved to death. Where she is now, he's not sure, but with a more mature mind he can guess her fate.

Despite everything, Abaddon managed to survive. After all, it was the only thing he knew how at that time. It got on his nerves after a certain amount of time, given the three toms got more and more aggressive towards each other, and they met only when they were unfortunate enough to sleep in their nest at the same time. No wonder it soon got abandoned. Even Dante, a brother Abaddon used to love and respect more than himself, argued so often with him and the siblings got into physical fights every now and then.

Abaddon just wanted out, and it wasn't surprising when he started hanging out closer to the Clan territories. He heard about them before, from his "family" as well as some loner friends (not that he was too close to anyone), and given he had not a lot to do, he ended up doing little tricks to alert their attention. Amazingly, there seemed to be one cat he seemed to come back for; Thunderpaw, a RockClan apprentice. At first it was like any relationship he had, annoyance and witty retorts, but for whatever reason he spent more time with her, the two being equally ready for trouble.

It was Thunderpaw, now Thundertail, that convienced him after countless times of asking to join the Clan. Relucantly, he did join as an apprentice, and it wasn't without bumps in the road for sure. He still has a lot to learn and has to grow, but Wildfire proudly calls himself a warrior now.

|| chapter 01 ' Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum.

✦ [ relationships ]|| mother ' Unknown // NPC; deceased
|| father ' Noel // NPC
|| brother ' Dante // NPC / up for adoption

✦ [ trivia ]|| physical appearance ' wip
|| goals ' incomplete ; in progress ; complete
get an apprentice
eat soap

- - Wildfire isn't exactly the most strict when it comes to the warrior code; sure, he's loyal to RockClan, but that still makes him want more freedom than allowed and tends to break smaller rules, especially when no one's around to see it.

✦ [ contact ]|| timezone ' UTC+01:00
|| availability ' pretty much anytime
|| methods ' notes preferred;; skype for friends;; comments on occassion

|| rp sample '
;; taken from the The-Golden-Butterfly
;; outdated

Xeno's words passed right over Sergey's head and thus focus, in spite of him wanting to reply, to assure her nothing was wrong at all and continue the fun. They were having such a good time, but now- he was scared. Wait, no- He bit his lip nervously, and lashed his tail. He wasn't scared. No way! He just needed to calm down, as soon as possible. Anyone, even the most experienced cats, could get discouraged by the sight of this... isn't that true?

Sucking in a breath through clenched teeth then exhaling it through his nose, the Blue-Earth forced himself into a few attempts of making his fur lie flat again and relax his tense shoulders. It was easier to imagine and say than actually do, it seemed. Did he perhaps have a phobia of heights? The thought never occurred to him before, since he didn't need to think about his fears. Plus, he never really was as high as now; the fear could have easily passed by unnoticed.

"Yes." The scholar's voice quavered as he found it, much to his dismay. Straightening himself, with tail still bushed out and fur rising along his spine, he cleared his throat. "I'm alright." There, that sounded much better, much more like his own actual self. "How will we get down?" His lips slowly turned upwards, forming a smile, albeit the way the gray-white tom stared at his companion with wide eyes, his uncertainty shone through easily. The fact that his assuring 'I'm alright' words were false was clear as day. Sergey wanted to slap himself right there. He shouldn't be afraid of anything, and there he was, discomforted by being on a mountain.

"We are going to fall!" The Blue-Earth didn't yell, however his mews rose to a small wail soon enough, panicking. Coming up was so much easier; they only had to climb. No effort needed. But getting down in one piece seemed frightening out of the blue.

☾ group & application ;; D--W staff ☽
☾ character ;; yours truly ☽

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Description

♚

☾ Deep--Waters application ☽
☾ status;; complete ☽

26/12/16 ' finished app!
☆ ✮ ☆

「 AND IF I MAY JUST TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY 」
✦ [ bio ]|| name ' Wildfire Wildpaw Abaddon
;;wild // for his personality
;;fire // for his pelt markings
|| gender ' cis male ♂
|| age ' 38 moons

|| clan ' RockClan
;;birth clan // none
|| rank ' warrior apprentice loner

✦ [ personality ]|| alignment '
|| temperament ' choleric

|| +benevolent ;; +protective ;; +genuine ;; +energetic ;; +willing ;; =ambitious ;; =awkward ;; =solitary ;; =self-aware ;; = prim ;; -hot-tempered ;; -reckless ;; -troublesome ;; -narrow-minded ;; -escapist

The first thing anyone can be sure of is that Wildfire certainly lives up to his name. With a short temper and the tendency to be violent (more so than needed), he can be as destructive as fire itself, both to others and himself as well, especially considering other parts of him that not everyone is really aware of.

Despite everything, the tom has good intentions, and a lot of them, actually. He's very willing to learn, something that only the few that wish to stick around can really tell; unless if someone is ready to judge past his temper. Let it be his mistakes or just an older, wiser cat than himself, Wildfire doesn't brush advice off and tries his best to follow them, hoping to be better than he was earlier. That being said though, he doesn't have low self-esteem, and sometimes pride can get to his mind, if he truly believes he was right - in such cases, reasoning with him doesn't always seem to work.

Wildfire likes to believe he's a no-nonsense cat, and his serious exterior suggests that at first glance. Yet, if someone pays enough attention, it soon becomes obvious he simply doesn't feel too comfortable with others, being awkward even, and it's all a sort of facade to keep others away. He tends to stress himself out over what to say during silence, stumbles over his words and overall doesn't think he's suited for social life. Maybe it's due to things that happened or fear of what might happen; either way he sometimes feels forced to escape things he's not the best at.

This all doesn't mean he wishes to stay the way he is, however. Wildfire considers himself an ambitious warrior, with actual ambitions he wants to pursue and one day reach succesfully. He knows he has to change for that; and he is willing to. He's nowhere near what he wants to be, and every now and then he forgets that fact, given he still feels the pull among his muscles that urge him to attack. He's trouble on four paws, some say, and they're not wrong. The only thing they're wrong about, though, is his strong will that not even he's aware of.

✦ [ story ]|| prologue ' Wildfire originally used to be a loner named Abaddon, outside of Clan territories.

From the very first moments of his life, Abaddon had no mother. Barely a family, in all honesty. The scent of a she-cat only rarely reached his nose while he was still a tiny kitten, falling onto his paws while he tried to walk despite not having opened his eyes just yet. That cat seemed to be around only to feed him, but even with his nose pressed into her flank, there wasn't much wamth she provided, given she left instantly after he was done. Barely eight weeks of age, and she's completely absent from his life. He didn't understand why or how then - not that he had to ponder much about it, it seemed normal.

It was always two toms with him, although he managed to note that one of them spent more with him than the other. His father Noel was around so many more times compared to the mother, even if he never seemed quite happy, never smiled much and if he did, it was always a tired one. Abaddon soon grasped the concept that he shouldn't upset him much, that he and his older brother Dante were better off learning and doing things themselves. Maybe it's not how things should have gone, but the young tom grew up that way and didn't think twice about it.

It was so dysfunctional, the way the three toms had a nest they slept in together every night and a little clearing they ate in and talked in, and yet Noel was just like a shadow, glancing and nodding at the brothers every now and then but never being really there. That was more apparent to Abaddon than with his mother, given the dark loner was around a lot more and even seemed to care, just didn't know how to quite act or show it. Dante did let him on in the "secret" eventually; their parents had chaotic stories behind them, and even if they managed to raise Dante (with a lot of trouble, but still), their mother never felt ready to be a mother in the first place and simply didn't want to be with a son again. The fact that she even fed Abaddon was thanks to Noel and his begging that didn't stop until she obeyed, otherwise their second son would have starved to death. Where she is now, he's not sure, but with a more mature mind he can guess her fate.

Despite everything, Abaddon managed to survive. After all, it was the only thing he knew how at that time. It got on his nerves after a certain amount of time, given the three toms got more and more aggressive towards each other, and they met only when they were unfortunate enough to sleep in their nest at the same time. No wonder it soon got abandoned. Even Dante, a brother Abaddon used to love and respect more than himself, argued so often with him and the siblings got into physical fights every now and then.

Abaddon just wanted out, and it wasn't surprising when he started hanging out closer to the Clan territories. He heard about them before, from his "family" as well as some loner friends (not that he was too close to anyone), and given he had not a lot to do, he ended up doing little tricks to alert their attention. Amazingly, there seemed to be one cat he seemed to come back for; Thunderpaw, a RockClan apprentice. At first it was like any relationship he had, annoyance and witty retorts, but for whatever reason he spent more time with her, the two being equally ready for trouble.

It was Thunderpaw, now Thundertail, that convienced him after countless times of asking to join the Clan. Relucantly, he did join as an apprentice, and it wasn't without bumps in the road for sure. He still has a lot to learn and has to grow, but Wildfire proudly calls himself a warrior now.

|| chapter 01 ' Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum.

✦ [ relationships ]|| mother ' Unknown // NPC; deceased
|| father ' Noel // NPC
|| brother ' Dante // NPC / up for adoption

✦ [ trivia ]|| physical appearance ' wip
|| goals ' incomplete ; in progress ; complete
get an apprentice
eat soap

- - Wildfire isn't exactly the most strict when it comes to the warrior code; sure, he's loyal to RockClan, but that still makes him want more freedom than allowed and tends to break smaller rules, especially when no one's around to see it.

✦ [ contact ]|| timezone ' UTC+01:00
|| availability ' pretty much anytime
|| methods ' notes preferred;; skype for friends;; comments on occassion

|| rp sample '
;; taken from the The-Golden-Butterfly
;; outdated

Xeno's words passed right over Sergey's head and thus focus, in spite of him wanting to reply, to assure her nothing was wrong at all and continue the fun. They were having such a good time, but now- he was scared. Wait, no- He bit his lip nervously, and lashed his tail. He wasn't scared. No way! He just needed to calm down, as soon as possible. Anyone, even the most experienced cats, could get discouraged by the sight of this... isn't that true?

Sucking in a breath through clenched teeth then exhaling it through his nose, the Blue-Earth forced himself into a few attempts of making his fur lie flat again and relax his tense shoulders. It was easier to imagine and say than actually do, it seemed. Did he perhaps have a phobia of heights? The thought never occurred to him before, since he didn't need to think about his fears. Plus, he never really was as high as now; the fear could have easily passed by unnoticed.

"Yes." The scholar's voice quavered as he found it, much to his dismay. Straightening himself, with tail still bushed out and fur rising along his spine, he cleared his throat. "I'm alright." There, that sounded much better, much more like his own actual self. "How will we get down?" His lips slowly turned upwards, forming a smile, albeit the way the gray-white tom stared at his companion with wide eyes, his uncertainty shone through easily. The fact that his assuring 'I'm alright' words were false was clear as day. Sergey wanted to slap himself right there. He shouldn't be afraid of anything, and there he was, discomforted by being on a mountain.

"We are going to fall!" The Blue-Earth didn't yell, however his mews rose to a small wail soon enough, panicking. Coming up was so much easier; they only had to climb. No effort needed. But getting down in one piece seemed frightening out of the blue.

☾ group & application ;; D--W staff ☽
☾ character ;; yours truly ☽

☆ ✮ ☆