Post by moonflower7 on Dec 21, 2008 17:25:47 GMT -5
Name: Flameheart
Age: 20 moons
Pride: Sunpride
Gender: Male
Rank: Sharpclaw
Appearance:
In case you can't see it, here's the website:
www.aucklandzoo.co.nz/Homepage/Explore-The-Zoo/Animal-Exhibits/Pridelands/images/African%20lion%20Lazarus%20ZD013508.JPG
Personality: Flameheart is an extremely sweet guy once you get to know him. He is harsh towards stangers, but is rather loyal and friendly to his loved ones and his pride. He is an expert at cheering others up, and can make even his enemies laugh, as he sometimes does stupid things. He really loves attention, and has no kind of fright when everyone is looking at him, or expecting him to do something. Flameheart is a goofball around the female lions. In battle, his mind is completely focused and ready for anything. He is extremely brave, willing to do anything to save another. His favorite thing to do is to run around the African Savannah in the sunset. He loves the wind blowing in his face, brushing his mane away. The oranges and pinks of the sky during the sunset make him feel great too. He is not lazy at all, and absolutely hates to sit still. His love of the world and other lions in his pride show in his words and actions. Flameheart isn't scared of anything, or so he says, but he does have a small tendency to twitch when around others in the dark. Maybe that's why he is so willing to fight against Nightpride. He gets super irritated around cheetahs. Overall though, Flameheart is one of the best lions you could meet.
History: Cubhood: Flameheart was born to two Sunpride parents, Lightray and Tornclaw. He was the oldest of two cubs, and he loved to play the part too. He bossed his little younger brother around a lot. As he grew older, that faded away. Now, they are like two true friends, and Flameheart always goes to Firestart for advice. Flameheart grew up as one of the show-offs, and still sort of is. He would try and catch the most prey, and flirt with the females. The older lions always scoffed at him for doing it, but Flameheart thought they were just jealous.
Warriorhood: Flameheart has become a true warrior, loving to hunt and fight. At the age of 16 moons, he fell in love for real, with a lioness named Duskmane. He thought she was the most beautiful lioness in the whole African Savannah, and she felt pretty much the same way about him. One night, while they were asleep, Nightpride invaded Sunpride's camp. Duskmane was murdered in her sleep before the fighting even broke out. Flameheart is very touchy about the subject and does not like to talk about it. For now, he's worked for everyone's respect, and was named Sharpclaw.
RP example: This is when Duskmane was killed...
Flameheart woke up. The sun was just beginning to rise across the horizon. Flameheart gave a big yawn, and stretched his muscles far. He smiled, for some reason he wasn't sure why. He felt as if today was going to be great. Boy was he wrong...
Flameheart stepped out of the den, and into the clearing. Already some lions were beginning to rise. But there were some lions awake, ready, and looked hungry for a battle standing near the entrance. Their scent hit his nose just as he realized who they were. Nightpride! He glared at them only a second, then let out a huge roar. Lions came bursting out of their dens to see what was the matter. They saw Nightpride, and Flameheart saw anger light up their eyes. The leader was out, and he called the order to attack.
Flameheart was about to head into the battle himself, but he realized one warrior was missing. He headed back to the den. Dawnmane sat there ever so peacefully, but something was wrong. Her chest was not moving up and down as it should have if it was breathing, and the tart scent of blood hung in the air. A slight Nightpride scent hung on her fur. Dawnmane's dead! Flameheart couldn't believe it. He dragged her out to the center of camp. He let out a smaller roar, more grievious than angry. He sat there and cried, mourning Dawnmane's murder.
After a couple minutes, he sat up. He would avenge her death. He leaped into the battle. Before they even knew what hit them, Flameheart had killed three of Nightpride's group. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He ran off into the distance despite his leader's orders, and kept running to the borders. He just couldn't take it anymore. He sat there and cried until the sunset came.[/center]
Photo: See appearance
Extra: I auditioned for the Sharpclaw position.
Age: 20 moons
Pride: Sunpride
Gender: Male
Rank: Sharpclaw
Appearance:
In case you can't see it, here's the website:
www.aucklandzoo.co.nz/Homepage/Explore-The-Zoo/Animal-Exhibits/Pridelands/images/African%20lion%20Lazarus%20ZD013508.JPG
Personality: Flameheart is an extremely sweet guy once you get to know him. He is harsh towards stangers, but is rather loyal and friendly to his loved ones and his pride. He is an expert at cheering others up, and can make even his enemies laugh, as he sometimes does stupid things. He really loves attention, and has no kind of fright when everyone is looking at him, or expecting him to do something. Flameheart is a goofball around the female lions. In battle, his mind is completely focused and ready for anything. He is extremely brave, willing to do anything to save another. His favorite thing to do is to run around the African Savannah in the sunset. He loves the wind blowing in his face, brushing his mane away. The oranges and pinks of the sky during the sunset make him feel great too. He is not lazy at all, and absolutely hates to sit still. His love of the world and other lions in his pride show in his words and actions. Flameheart isn't scared of anything, or so he says, but he does have a small tendency to twitch when around others in the dark. Maybe that's why he is so willing to fight against Nightpride. He gets super irritated around cheetahs. Overall though, Flameheart is one of the best lions you could meet.
History: Cubhood: Flameheart was born to two Sunpride parents, Lightray and Tornclaw. He was the oldest of two cubs, and he loved to play the part too. He bossed his little younger brother around a lot. As he grew older, that faded away. Now, they are like two true friends, and Flameheart always goes to Firestart for advice. Flameheart grew up as one of the show-offs, and still sort of is. He would try and catch the most prey, and flirt with the females. The older lions always scoffed at him for doing it, but Flameheart thought they were just jealous.
Warriorhood: Flameheart has become a true warrior, loving to hunt and fight. At the age of 16 moons, he fell in love for real, with a lioness named Duskmane. He thought she was the most beautiful lioness in the whole African Savannah, and she felt pretty much the same way about him. One night, while they were asleep, Nightpride invaded Sunpride's camp. Duskmane was murdered in her sleep before the fighting even broke out. Flameheart is very touchy about the subject and does not like to talk about it. For now, he's worked for everyone's respect, and was named Sharpclaw.
RP example: This is when Duskmane was killed...
Flameheart
~The Flame in my Heart is just beginning~
[/b]~The Flame in my Heart is just beginning~
Flameheart woke up. The sun was just beginning to rise across the horizon. Flameheart gave a big yawn, and stretched his muscles far. He smiled, for some reason he wasn't sure why. He felt as if today was going to be great. Boy was he wrong...
Flameheart stepped out of the den, and into the clearing. Already some lions were beginning to rise. But there were some lions awake, ready, and looked hungry for a battle standing near the entrance. Their scent hit his nose just as he realized who they were. Nightpride! He glared at them only a second, then let out a huge roar. Lions came bursting out of their dens to see what was the matter. They saw Nightpride, and Flameheart saw anger light up their eyes. The leader was out, and he called the order to attack.
Flameheart was about to head into the battle himself, but he realized one warrior was missing. He headed back to the den. Dawnmane sat there ever so peacefully, but something was wrong. Her chest was not moving up and down as it should have if it was breathing, and the tart scent of blood hung in the air. A slight Nightpride scent hung on her fur. Dawnmane's dead! Flameheart couldn't believe it. He dragged her out to the center of camp. He let out a smaller roar, more grievious than angry. He sat there and cried, mourning Dawnmane's murder.
After a couple minutes, he sat up. He would avenge her death. He leaped into the battle. Before they even knew what hit them, Flameheart had killed three of Nightpride's group. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He ran off into the distance despite his leader's orders, and kept running to the borders. He just couldn't take it anymore. He sat there and cried until the sunset came.[/center]
Photo: See appearance
Extra: I auditioned for the Sharpclaw position.
