Posts by Creekblaze

NAME: Creekkit > Creekpaw > Creekblaze

— name meaning: Creek: a stream, brook, or minor tributary of a river ; blaze: a very large or fiercely burning fire

TITLES: N/A

SEX/GENDER: male (♂), masculine — he/his pronouns

SEXUALITY: To be determined

AGE/RATIO: 6moons / ages every 100 posts

DATE OF BIRTH: December 27, 2018

DATE OF CREATION: June 26, 2019

DATE OF DEATH: To be determined — status: alive

NUMBER OF LIVES: 1/1

— reasons for lives lost: N/A

ALLIANCE/RANK: ShadowClan / apprentice

— past ranks: N/A

HERITAGE: ShadowClan

REFERENCES: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / eyes

BREED: Unknown

SHORT DESCRIPTION: Soft brown tabby with dark brown eyes

— accessories: N/A

— scars: N/A

— inventory: N/A

LONG DESCRIPTION: It's easy to pass over Creekblaze due to how extremely plainhe is. Brown fur with a couple of striations here and there, cats like him come a dime a dozen. But upon closer inspection one might notice how well-built he is. Muscle has built itself upon his body in all the right places from a very young age, giving him the ability and athleticism to become a great fighter. The tom also has stunning irises; they have a warm, chocolatey tone, enough to make anybody melt. But while they are beautiful, there's something hidden in them that cannot be named.

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, reliable, stoic.

NEUTRAL TRAITS: robotic, impulsive, obedient.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: detached, apathetic, hostile.

MBTI TYPE: ISTJ-A / 'The Logistician'

— strengths:ability to stay level-headed,

— weaknesses:talking to others,

— likes:fighting

— dislikes:other clans

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful neutral/Lawful evil

LONG DESCRIPTION:

PARENTS: NPC x NPC — orphaned

SIBLINGS: None.

OFFSPRING: None.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single — ½ of ??

CRUSHING ON: N/A

MATES WITH: N/A

MENTORED BY: Honeytongue

MENTORING: N/A

MENTORED: N/A

PHYSICAL HEALTH: 100%

— injuries None.

— illnesses: None.

MENTAL HEALTH: 100%

— mental disorders: None.

— other issues: None.

INTERACTION: Cannot maim, kill, or capture / Can powerplay nonviolent actions.

STATISTICS: Physically easy / Mentally easy | Tag when attacking

— strength: ★★☆☆☆

— stamina: ★☆☆☆☆

— agility: ★☆☆☆☆

— hunting: ☆☆☆☆☆

— swimming: ☆☆☆☆☆

— climbing: ☆☆☆☆☆

— medicine: ☆☆☆☆☆

— intelligence: ★★☆☆☆

— charisma: ☆☆☆☆☆

— perception: ★★★☆☆

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INSPIRED BY: N/A

SCENT:

— WISHING TO STARS: Introduction; Creekkit revives his life as a ShadowClanner and meets others in his clan, anticipating apprenticeship.

— DRAGONBONE: First weekly task held by Creekkit. Limepaw gives him the task of telling a story; however, since Creekkit isn't talkative, he tries pawning this off onto somebody else.

— SUPER SOULS: Creekkit is promoted to Creekpaw. Honeytongue, a hairless elder who he has met once before, is assigned as his mentor. While he attempts to remain emotionless, he can't help but admit it's the best day of his life.

— MIDNIGHT MADNESS: Creekpaw has his first training session with his new mentor Honeytongue. The older tom asks what he would like to work on, and how else would the new apprentice respond than saying his fighting skills?

— TRIBUNAL: Creekpaw has been given menial weekly tasks in his time as a ShadowClanner. Now it's his turn to dish them out, and do that he will.

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— valedictorian: 6/30/2019, mcspanky

Ripping fur from skin. Using sharp claws to hold objects down in order to tear off flesh. Teeth grinding bones down to the finest dust they could. Creekkit was currently partaking in this activity as he quietly ate an unknown specimen from the freshkill pile. The tom had been "missing in action" for the last several moons; there was not much for him to do other than sleep in the nursery all day, and that's how he decided to spend his time in order to make it go faster. However, he was six moons old now, and hopefully that meant he would be receiving both a new suffix for his apprenticeship and a mentor to go along with it. The boy had been tired of waiting to ascend the ranks.

But Creekkit also figured that now was as good a time as any to finally make an appearance around the clan, as he would've liked to have some familiar faces in the back of his mind. He already had great plans for himself, and wanted to rapidly succeed in order to make his higher-ups proud. Having a few hunting or sparring partners that could show him a few tricks would be an excellent way to further his skills and expand his knowledge. So after he was done munching on his morning snack, Creekkit rose to his paws and paced a few meters before sitting down, wrapping his tail around his paws as his gaze slowly shifted through the camp.

Anyone who saw the kit would notice immediately how plainhe seemed to be. It was his very essence. Nothing more than a brown tabby, he also stood at the same height as any average kit his age. There was no white on his body, nothing to make him stand out. But if one looked a bit more closely, they would see his brilliant chocolate-brown eyes. They were mysterious, and there was definitely a hint of somethinghidden in there, but it was difficult to make out what exactly it was. But that something remained there as he continued to sweep the camp with his eyes, daring anybody to approach him.

"speech"

/ sorry to the two that posted in my joining thread with this boy, I decided that I wanted him to be a member of ShadowClan already ;-;

Though only recently "returning" to ShadowClan, Creekkit wanted to establish himself as a force to be reckoned with. Everybody needed to know his name and regard him as someone to look up to (even though he was only six moons old), and what better way to make sure his clanmates knew him than to go out and actually meet some of them? But he wasn't quite sure how to go about that. He wasn't great at approaching or talking to others, and he wasn't sure if anyone in ShadowClan really was. He didn't knowany of them.

But an opportunity presented itself when the kit heard someone call out for weekly tasks. Skeptical due to the fact he didn't know what they were (not the task itself, but the severity of it), doubtfulness glazed over him; however, he wasn't the type to simply brush something off because he wasn't sure about it. He would amble over, keeping his dark gaze locked on the apprentice.

He was the first one to arrive.

Creekkit planted his paws into the ground, eyeing the apprentice a few times before blinking slowly and sitting down. Before he had much time to think about what he wanted to say, an "I'll take one" escaped from his maw. He immediately regretted this decision. While he wasn't opposed to getting a task, he didn't want it to be a lame one. He supposed that waiting was the only thing he could do now, as he held his breath and diverted his eyes from Limepaw.

"speech"

The boy had been mentally preparing himself for a menial task that a kit would normally do. Collect flowers, draw scriptures in the ground, or some other kind of crafty-thing. But what Limepaw told him to do sort of caught him off guard. Creekkit wasn't good at talking to others, and in fact, wasn't really talkative in general.A disappointed look passed over the tom's face, and for a moment he considered asking Limepaw for something else. No story that he would tell would be able to top Tansyface's (even though he had no idea what her story was about). But just about as he was going to speak up, an idea crossed over his mind: he could twist this task into something else.

As an idea brewed in his head, the brown tabby slunk off, not bothering to offer a thanks to the apprentice. While he would've preferred a different task to this, Creekkit took what he got and ran with it.

"speech"

/ ic opinions!

The tom paid no attention to Canarykit as she approached. Instead, he stared forward, continuing to watch all of his clanmates go about their daily routine. They seemed to be busy, and Creekkit couldn't wait until he was one of them, able to go hunt and practice fighting and keep the clan safe in general. Hopefully it wouldn't be more than a couple of days until he was promoted.

As he drifted off into his daydream of apprenticeship, his guard fell. He hadn't been expecting anybody to approach him, as nobody in ShadowClan knew who he was (except, possibly, for those in the nursery). That's why, when Canarykit spoke his name aloud, he jumped a bit, whipping his head around to stare at her. She looked vaguely familiar to him, but the boy was sure that there were several black and white felines in the clan, so he wasn't sure which one she actually was.After he was done scanning the girl, his gaze shifted back towards the middle of camp, watching everybody move about.

"That's right." He said nothing more, did not ask her name at all. He didn't need to waste his time on other kits. Creekkit was more interested in finding ShadowClanners more knowledgeable and versed in the ways of hunting and fighting.

"speech"

/ ic opinions!

Grinding his teeth as he walked away from the spot in which Limepaw stood, one could easily tell that this young cat was disappointed. He thought that his return to that clan meant immediate work, and while these weekly social gatherings were definitely needed, it was not something that the boy necessarily wanted to do. Those were events that he liked to participate in more than hold. But while this was not something he would've gone out of his way to do, he wouldn't complain about the task he had been given.

Finding a small spot in the corner of camp, the plain-looking cat would sit down and stare through the layers of felines walking in front of him. "Storytime. Come." Spoke Creekkit. This was not like his usual speech, however; his voice was diminished in hopes that nobody would hear him. While he was sure that one or two members of his clan would show up, he didn't want everybody coming to hear his story ― if one could even callit his story. All he was planning to do was pawn this off on somebody else. He wouldn't be any good at telling an intricate, planned out narrative, and while the tabby knew it was his task to do so, he was sure that somebody else would be better at it than him.

"speech"

ShadowClan's camp was quiet. The night was just beginning to fade into dawn, stars using the lightening sky as camouflage. Most everybody was sleeping at this hour, attempting to count as many sheep as possible before waking up to another taxing day. However, thanks to his rank as a kit, a particular feline didn't have many daily tasks in which to attend. This allowed him to sleep for a large portion of the day, which in turn meant he usually woke up much earlier than his clanmates. Creekkit slowly opening his eyes, scanning the nursery but unable to make anything out. Shaking his head, the boy stood up quietly and walked towards the entrance of his den, peeking his head around the corner to see if anybody was in the camp yet.

After seeing that nobody was in the middle of camp, the brown tabby emerged from the nursery and stretched his lithe form, ensuring that all limbs were properly accounted for as he made his way towards the camp entrance. Creekkit was nearly an apprentice now, so he was sure that nobody would throw a fit if he went outside to watch the sunrise, especially during a time in which no loners or intruders would probably be out. Besides, it had been ages since he'd left the safety of the camp walls. Even if he were to run into someone, he could at least buff up and make himself look threatening. He slunk out of camp, trying to be as quiet as possible as he began looking for a spot where he could watch daylight come.

"speech"

/ tyebean

The boy was not frightened by Honeytongue's speech. He figured that maybe somebody would spot and follow him out of the camp in order to ensure his safety, and while the kit thought he didn't need anybody to look after him, it was probably good that there was another ShadowClanner there. Just in case. But what Creekkit didn't expect as he turned around was the older tom's... nakedness.He sucked in a bit of air and diverted his eyes quickly, as though looking at Honeytongue would be poisonous. Never in his life had he seen a hairless cat, let alone having one be his clanmate. How had he never noticed this before?

As for the words the elder spoke, they went in one ear and out another. Creekkit was still trying to fathom how there were such things are hairless cats, and didn't catch any of what Honeytongue said. Instead, he was just slowly nodding the entire time as his chocolate gaze drifted from the ground to the tom and back again. While he would've preferred to be alone, it was really his own fault that he wasn't paying attention to what the naked felinewas saying. So he had a sunrise buddy now (even though he still didn't know it, as he didn't know what Honeytongue said). Yay.

"speech"

The boy had decided to sleep in that day. On the day prior, he woke up exceptionally early in order to watch the sun grace the land with a new day, and while he didn't have a particular interest in watching something that others considered "beautiful", it was much more exciting for him to daydream of apprenticeship while also beginning to learn the ins and outs of ShadowClan's territory.

Stretching as he emerged from the nursery, Honeytongue's call immediately caught his ear. The elder interested him, and while the brown tabby didn't know him well, he... likedhim. Which was weird. Because the orphaned kit didn't really connect with others well. Snapping out of his trance once his stomach made a funny noise, the boy quietly slithered over to join the other three. Creekkit, like Rosepaw, had no interesting stories to share. Besides, he had made a feeble attempt previously to tell stories and that didn't exactly turn out well. What would they want to hear about anyways? What life in the nursery was like? They'd all experienced it themselves before. Besides, he'd much rather hear about combat stories and start his training early. He was eager.

"speech"

Creekkit's eyes continued to scan the clan, and for a few moments, his hopes had risen ― had nobody heard his call? He could've gotten out of his task then, and what a miracle that would've been. But he caught his breath when he noticed a calico apprentice approach. His eyes slowly blinked and he began grinding his teeth once more, slightly peeved by the girl's arrival. And though he definitely could've disregarded the task given to him by Limepaw, the thought itself of not following an order peeved him off much more than a small amount of socialization. After this realization crossed through his mind, he immediately opened his eyes and stared at the apprentice, managing to plaster a fake smile across his maw.

Him attempting to interact with others was truly cringeworthy.

But the girl wanted a story. And, again, he didn't want to disregard the orders given to him. So he would tell a story. He decided that he would especiallytell a story before anybody else came through to hear it. "So, uh, there was this... cat, right. Her name was... Amber... eye. It was not easy for him to come up with a story off the top of his head, but Creekkit knew he didn't have to make it very good, or very long, in order for him to fulfill his task. "She had a kit." Scanning the area briefly, his eyes settled on a loose stone in the dirt. "Stonekit was his name. And one day, Stonekit became... the medicine cat apprentice. And Ambereye was hurt in battle, but, uh... Stonepaw couldn't save her." Nothing else was coming to him, but he had to squeak out just a bit more in order to top this "story" off. "But Stonepaw became medicine cat after, and... he was able to talk to her again. The end." This was definitely the most awful story anyone had told, but he was done with the task, at least. Maybe someone else could tell a more vibrant story.

"speech"

Creekkit cast a glare towards Quickkit as he approached. He didn't exactly think it was fair for the smaller tom to be judging him — kit life was so boring that there wasn't really anything to do otherthan sleep. Some could argue that he could find friends, but the boy wasn't one to make any. He wasn't entertained by much. So he used the time to nap and make it pass quickly. It was so boring he could hardly stand it.

Now that apprenticehood was near, Creekkit could consider himself lucky. It felt like he'd been waiting for eons to finally start practicing towards a final goal: to become ShadowClan's best warrior. While it was a long ways away from happening, he felt that with the right training, he could become one of the top. But things like that took time, which the kit didn't feel he wanted to waste.

"speech"

/ ic opinions

Creekkit's expression immediately fell further upon Honeytongue's announcement of his story. The enchanted two-leg do-dad?What did that even mean? The boy's gaze slowly shifted off of the naked tom, disappointment clearly showing on his face. He didn't come over to listen to made up stories; exciting tales of fights in which Honeytongue participated seemed to be much more up his alley. However, he didn't want to leave either. Sorrelstar could have a tale like that. Or maybe after he was finished with his story, Honeytongue would continue with an action-packed adventure.

The boy lifted his gaze back up to the elder, eagerness beginning to refill him. Though he didn't want to hear this story, he was excited for the next one (he hoped) Honeytongue or Sorrelstar would tell.

"speech"

Creekkit had been keeping to himself for most of the day so far, but the boy couldn't help but be intrigued by the number of ShadowClanners that had gathered seemingly before his eyes. He wasn't sure what was happening, and while he didn't care about what it was, he still wanted to be informed about the doings of his clanmates.

He silently moved besides Tansyface. While he didn't know the she-cat well, she was one of the more familiar faces to him, and while he didn't exactly feel comfortable talking to her, his curiosity got the better of him. "What's happening?" They were the only words that came out of his mouth. They were quiet in hopes that nobody else would hear him — talking to others wasn't his strong suit. However, even as they didmake their way to Tansyface's ear, the stoic expression plastered on Creekkit's face didn't dare leave. His chocolate-hued eyes continued staring off in the distance; it would be difficult to tell that he was talking to somebody else.

"speech"

Unlike Oliveslip, Creekkit had an overwhelming desire to be a hardcore warrior, one of the best that the clans had ever known. Bloodshed and scars were signs of a victory, and that's all the boy had wanted for ShadowClan ever since he was young. Though he couldn't understand the older girl's desire to be a medicine cat, he could sympathize with the ferocity in dream pursuit. And, if he was being completely honest, having another medic to help out Icefeather might be nice.

He offered no condolences to the new medicine cat apprentice, though. After Icefeather's announcement was over, the brown tabby slunk back off to go take a nap in the nursery. Maybe, soon, he himselfmight start being useful.

"speech"

Creekkit had been sleeping silently in the nursery, unbeknownst to many if he was still sleeping from the night or simply taking a nap. Either way, the boy lay deep in slumber, limbs twitching every now and again as if to let others know he was still living. He was dreaming of apprenticeship, and as each day began, excitement boiled in his blood so hot in hopes that he would be promoted that day;though as the day waned, so did his excitement. Though kithood had been tiresome in itself up to this point, it was starting to become nearly unbearable. He was soclose. But patience wasn't a virtue of Creekkit's, so he knew not how to wait. Instead, he would continue waiting for Sorrelstar to finally make the announcement that he was to be known as Creekpawnow.

The brown tabby was awakened from his slumber by the commotion outside. It sounded almost like... a fight?He quickly made his way through all of the other sleeping kits to the entrance of the den, where he peeked his head outside and noticed Hornetsting and Tansyface in battle. He couldn't believe that he had missed this amazing opportunity to watch them fight (though they were still fighting, Creekkit would've preferred to have seen the entire thing). A small smile struck up on his face — this was what he had been waitingfor. His eyes locked onto the two warriors: would one of them be his mentor? He surely hoped so, as they were each holding their own. This was so exciting to watch.

"speech"

Creekkit was a bit surprised when Honeytongue began following him. What exactly had the naked tomcat asked him? Either way, he was not to thrilled about having somebody tag along, but it was a bit too late to ask him to turn around. Besides, Creekkit wasonly a kit, and why would an elder take orders from someone who was many moons younger than him?

"I will be an apprentice soon." He mumbled. Talking to Honeytongue was not on the top of his priorities right now, as he was more focused on moving his way through the territory. But it was so unfamiliar to him, and in a matter of a couple minutes, Creekkit had gotten lost. He was determined to find an open spot on his own, though, as turning to ask others for help was not in his instruction manual. Looking over his shoulder, the boy noticed that the elder was still following him. After letting a huff escape his maw, he whipped his head back around and continued marching through the territory, not knowing in which direction he traveled.

"speech"

/ I'm so sorry for the late reply on this!

It began a day like any other. He had gotten plenty of sleep the night before, just as he always had; there were no tasks for him to complete, nothing for him to do.It was tiresome. While Creekkit liked routine in his life, this wasn't the kind that he was striven to have. He wanted to learn how to fight and hunt and be productive for his clan in general. But of course, kits weren't allowed outside of camp. So he bided his time, quietly (yet impatiently) waiting for it to be histurn to step up and do something for ShadowClan. And it was finally his day to do so.

The brown tabby had to admit that he'd been a bit taken aback by Sorrelstar's loud voice come from the meeting rock. 'Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a clan meeting.'He'd never once heard her speak from it, though that was definitely attributed to the fact that he'd been in deep slumber for the entirety of his young life. But nervousness and excitement and everyemotion that the young kit didn't know he could feel came boiling in his blood all at the same time. His paws swept across the ground, ears swiveling all around him as he approached the leader along with the ever-growing group of his clanmates.

It was not long after the boy had arrived that Sorrelstar began her paragraph of speech. Though nerves were tingling throughout his body, Creekkit decided that he might as well be comfortable when he received his apprentice name. He sat down and curled his tail around his paws, even going so far as to groom himself, attempting to look as nonchalant as possible. But he was so impatient that the older feline's words dragged on forever.She made an announcement about how Shatteredsong was killed by someone, but he didn't know that cat, so he didn't care. Something about going to gatherings again, and once more, something which he didn't care about. An announcement of Oliveslip's appointment, which the tom had been present for. And finally, a name change for Dawnpaw, a cat he didn't know anyways. Though he knew he was being selfish, wanting to have his ceremony already, Creekkit couldn't have cared less. He'd been waiting six tedious moons in the nursery for his appointment to apprenticehood.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for his impatience to be addressed. Sorrelstar began on the apprentice ceremonies, starting first with Canarykit, then Valeriankit, and finally, himself. He remembered Canarykit from one of his first times outside of the nursery in recent times, and he thought it a bit unfair for her to become an apprentice at an age younger than him (shouldn't everyone have to wait six moons?). But the thought almost immediately evaporated from his head due to the command Sorrelstar had given them. 'Step forward.'So he did, staring at the gracious female with an undeniable flame in his eye. 'From this moment, until you receive your warrior names, you will be known as Canarypaw, Valerianpaw, and Creekpaw.'

All of the anxiety that had been building up over the last few moons of his life seemed to leave him as Sorrelstar bestowed his new name upon him. Realizing that he had been holding his breath as well, the boy let go a big sigh, and visibly relaxed. He tilted his head back ever so slightly and closed his eyes; though he was not a big believer in StarClan, he couldn't help but send a thanks their way for finally making his dream come true. But he couldn't fullyrelax just yet. The leader took no pause to allow the new apprentices to commemorate their new names. Instead, she jumped right into giving them their mentors (which really shouldn't have surprised him, but did nonetheless). Breath hitching, his chocolate eyes returned their gaze to Sorrelstar. He announced their mentors in the same order as she did their names. Canarypaw first: her mentor was Hornetsting. Too bad; Creekpaw remembered Hornetsting putting up a great fight against Tansyface, and he would've been very pleased to have him as a mentor. But just as this thought was passing through his head, Sorrelstar announced the latter as Valerianpaw's mentor. Again, too bad, as she put up just as good a fight as Hornetsting. But realizing his turn was next, the brown tabby closed and tightened his eyes, bracing himself for who would teach him the ways of the warrior.

'Creekpaw, your mentor will be Honeytongue. He will teach you to be the best warrior you can be.'Creekpaw quickly opened his eyes and opened his mouth, letting out an inaudible gasp. The newest ShadowClan apprentice was rather... taken aback by this announcement. He wasn't necessarily distraught by this, but he didn't know how Honeytongue fought or hunted. Then again, he continued reminding himself that he could've gotten worse.On the other hand, he was confused by the appointment as well. He thought that Honeytongue was an elder. So why would the naked tomcat be assigned as a mentor to him? Whatever, what was done was done. Silently turning around, the well-built boy would scan the crowd to find Honeytongue. While touching others was (more or less) completely unacceptable to him, he knew that in order to complete his ceremony, he and his new mentor had to touch noses.

"speech"

/ his mentor is Honeytongue! & ic opinions (: also tl;dr: Creekpaw is happy he's an apprentice now

Creekpaw, like Canarypaw, had been a recently-appointed ShadowClan apprentice who had taken the liberty of leaving camp without anybody telling him no.Though it hadn't been long since his promotion, the boy had already felt he had a good grasp at navigating the territory in which he lived. So good, in fact, that he had unknowingly been following a group of his clanmates, and which after hearing two familiar voices in both Tansyface and Canarypaw, the boy decided to follow silently behind them and focus on his stalking skills. But through the dense of the forest, he also saw a towering Maine coon, one he would definitely keep his eye one.

"speech"