Hard as Flint, Hot as Fire [Flint's bio] (WIP)

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    "So here I stand in your shadow - and I don't want your pity."



    Name:
    ○ Flint

    —  flɪnt

    A piece of stone, especially as flaked or ground in ancient times to form a tool or weapon. Also commonly used along with steel to spark fires and flames.


    Past names:

    ○ None.


    Nicknames:

    ○ Ruffian

    A violent individual who starts trouble – Typically involved in crime.



    ○ Law's Second Son

    The second son of Law.


    ○ Little Chip

    His mother's affectionate petname for him.


    ○ Chip

    From the other colony kits. Metal called him it first and it stuck.

    Name Background:

    ○ Flint is fiercely proud of his name, considering it to be the last gift his brother gave to him. It helps connect him to his past, and he'd be hard pressed to change it to something else. By this point, he'd established enough of a reputation in the cult to be considered a brittle personality among them and had a tendency to spark fights over the most unreasonable things.


    ○ As per tradition, the colony Flint was born in did not give him a name until his first year, and merely went by Law's Second Son or Ruffian. His mother, however, was endeared by his gray fur, and spit-fire personality, and lovingly called him “Little chip”. Despite however rough he was around the edges, he would continue to let her call him this nickname until her untimely death.


    ○ The nickname “Little Chip” is not used anymore.



    Titles:

    ○ None.


    Birth:

    ○ Flint is the third eldest in his litter of six, and is currently 17 moons old.


    ○ Flint was born on the  23rd of October. He ages up on the 23rdof every month.


    ○ Flint's birth was a rocky one, with it being his mother's last litter of the year, and two of his siblings did not survive past their third week. Flint, Metal (the eldest brother), Clover (The eldest and only surviving female), and one of their younger brothers made it to their sixth month period.


    ○ The youngest brother did not survive the colony's way of life, and Clover died at the mercy of the roads. Metal survived until his first year mark, but died due to smoke-inhalation from a fire that tore the colony apart.


    ○ Flint is the only survivor of his litter.


    ○ No, he doesn't wish to talk about it.


    Sex/Gender:

    ○ Male.


    ○ He/him/his


    Orientation:

    ○ Bi, leans towards males


    Health:

    ○ Healthy.


    Species and Breed:

    ○ Felis Catus

    (Cat)

    ○ Red Mackerel Tabby (masking black, caramel) Oriental Tom x Lilac Torbie Somali Molly


    Allegiance:

    ○ Windclan.

    He hopes to become a warrior worthy of the respect from the rest of the clan.


    Past Allegiances:

    ○ Rogue.

    Flint formerly was a wandering cat with no purpose except to find those from his past.


    World:

    ○ The traditional Warriors universe


    Morality:

    ○ Chaotic Good


    P!ATD - Turn Off the Lights

    "Don't you dare look down on me!"

    The Used - Pretty Handsome Awkward


    At a glance:

    Flint has short, but coarse flint grey fur with faint, iron grey mackerel tabby stripes, framing the sharp features of his skull and his tall ears. He has slanted, angry eyes that look like green jasper – unique with their forest pine and amber coloration. Flint has a lean, slim build built up after growing up wandering the streets of the city – leaping from rooftops to balconies and sprinting across highways. Most of his muscle is in his back legs, though a good portion of it is in his chest and shoulders as well.


    He walks quickly and with confidence in his step, but maintains a casual sort of slump to his posture that makes him carry more swagger than others of his age, giving him an arrogantly confident air. He's lighter on his feet than most other cats, weighing about a fraction of most of the other cats in Windclan.

    Flint's body is littered in scars from his time in windclan and from his return to the city, but the most notable are the giant burn scars stretching from his shoulder up his neck and down his left front leg, the scars in that leg from an altercation he got into with a cat named Wolfsbane, and the scars marring his mouth after being attacked in the city.


    Medical History:

    Nothing of terrible importance, he has burn scars on his paws and on his left shoulder. The only other scars he has mar his lips, which aren't too important to the overall effect of his health.


    His burn scars do have a tendency to dry out and crack, and they can make it harder for him to grip onto things. He spends a lot of time stretching his paws even when he's still, and rolls his shoulder a lot to prevent it from stiffening up. The area where the scars are tends to be affected by temperature far more than anywhere else on his body, and he tends to sleep on his shoulder as if that will make it go away.


    Aside from this, he does have frequent nightmares, but refuses to talk about them or acknowledge them in any way. It does interfere with his sleep, and he often wakes up and spends his nights wandering when it's been a rough night.

    Previously, Flint had issues with sleep deprivation and fell to a temporary mania induced by the lack of rest. He refuses to speak on this incident, but it seems that the thoughts from that time have stuck with him and solidified into a new mindset. Before this, he had a run in with a badger that nearly cost him his life when he first came to Windclan territory.


    Scent:

    Flint smells of his home – like caustic pools of rainbow-colored, toxic petrol and the tangy, acidic smell of carbon, sulfur and rubber. Despite this, he smells faintly of woodsy, sweet almond and sweet, maple-like caramel, and with the scents of his new home, Windclan, like soft heather and the sharp bite of wind.

    Face and head:

    While one might expect Flint to not have the best parentage, considering his parents definitely did not mate for physical appearances, he actually has a remarkably symmetrical face-shape. It's only marred by the scars on his lip, which give them a sort of rough texture. His cheekbones are rather high, and his jawline is actually rather smooth in terms of how its built on his more triangular head. His nose is rather small for someone of his breed, though he firmly says it comes from his mother's side of the family, while his large, bat-like ears come from his father's side.


    His teeth are sharp, and one of his fangs peeks out just barely below his lip on the right side, but in no less good condition and a clean pearly white. His breath smells faintly of mint and blackberries, but with something harsher lying just underneath those.

    Eyes:

    His eyes aren't terribly deep set like others with his face-shape, but they are rather exotically slanted up and heavy lidded. Rather than to say that they're shaped like an almond, because of his constant scowl, they look far more like almonds cut in half than they ought to. Their color is unique in that, as previously mentioned, they're green and amber, but not in the way that you might expect. Rather, different sections of his eye are in fact different colors – green in some sections and amber in others.

    Fur:

    Coarse and wiry, Flint's fur has a tendency to spring out in all directions like a soft porcupine, and although it tends to be of a medium length, it doesn't really lie flat. It's color shares the same name as its owner – a bland flint gray, even with the dark mackerel stripes. In the winter, he can get quite cold because it's more built to keep the heat and dirt off of him than it is for heat retention.




    Before Birth:

    Flint's father had not always been Creed's right hand man. In fact, Law had been a rather mild mannered cat who was born to two pet cats from the city. He had been curious, willing to debate and engage in intellectual debates whenever possible - but he hadn't been malicious. He was the type of tom who wandered out of his yard one too many times - and then one day simply refused to go back. It was a rough life for him after he left the safety of his Nest, but not once did he regret it, as he told his friends he made later on.

    He had been rather idealistic growing up but his time out on the streets had given him a roguish outlook on life. Then Marble entered the picture. She had been a young tabby female from the rougher side of the streets, running from her family and the plans they had set in store for her - and straight into Law. Law had protected her, healed her, and she had latched onto his side after that. It was an innocent, but unbalanced love between the two of them, with Marble automatically deciding to default to Law's ideas - even though to others she was as sharp tongued as a vine of thorns. Her and Law were inseparable, with the surprisingly aloof tom eagerly soaking in her presence.

    When Creed entered the picture, Law's personality shifted once again, and he started spending more and more time with the older, more manipulative tom. The other's teachings started to bleed through into Law's actions and reactions to things, and things that he might have considered wholly unethical before became alright - so long as Creed said they were. He no longer spent any time around his friends and his relationship with Marble became strained in light of his actions and his comments. He became Creed's right-hand man. Moons later, he set out with Marble - who was heavy with their children - to go follow Creed as he made his cult.

    Birth:

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