GENERAL

Name: Spark That Bursts To Flame
Name Meaning: When Spark was born, in addition to her fiery pelt, she was loud. Much like an ember, she was once a tiny little kit and has now burst, so to speak, into a full blown spitfire.
Nicknames: Usually goes by Spark, sometimes Sparky.

Age: 8 Moons
Gender: Cisgender Female
Sexuality: Bisexual (with a preference for females.)

Clan: Eagleclan
Rank: Apprentice

Faceclaim: Oscar  

PERSONALITY


+ Loyal, Sincere, Affectionate,
= Confident, Breezy, Curious,
- Loud, Reckless, Overzealous,


Likes: Warm weather, magpies, passing on advice (usually the not-academic and more of the ‘here’s the best way to sneak out of camp unnoticed’ kind.) to new apprentices.

Dislikes: Mud, Leaf-bare, Cold prey

Secrets: Spark is too much of an open book to have any secrets, or at least for right now.

Fears: Due to her childhood, Spark has some very prominent parental issues which have manifested into her breezy and nonchalant attitude that she uses to hide her worries or concerns.

Dreams: Despite how quick she is to stick her tongue out or wrinkle her nose at the thought of it, the idea of maybe falling in love doesn’t have bad to her deep down.


APPEARANCE:

Full Description: Spark That Bursts To Flame is a fluffy, short, (classic) ginger tabby with brown eyes and a plumed tail.

First Impression: A short, fluffy ginger apprentice with tabby markings and excited brown eyes.
Build: Spark has a sleek build, though it isn’t that noticeable at first due to her fluffy pelt.
Eyes: Her eyes are a light brown, which are usually twinkling mischievously.
Coat Base: A pale ginger.
Markings: Dark ginger classic tabby markings with paler fur on her chest, stomach and tail.

Fur Texture / Length: Spark has fluffy, long fur that is usually toeing the line between windswept and unruly.
Health and Scars: At the moment, Spark for all her recklessness, doesn’t have any scars and is in good health.
Gait: She doesn’t walk so much as she seems to skip. She trots, prances, it’s almost like she’s never in a bad mood.
Scent: Akin to something like cinnamon, but there seems to be almost a smokiness to it.

HISTORY:

- pre kithood -

They were two apprentices turned young warriors; Cloud That Hides Lightning In Belly and Fox That Leaps Nimbly.

Lightning was a foolish tom, his head in the clouds more often that his paws on solid ground. Fox was a naive molly, always yearning for the perfect family.

They’d been apprentice sweethearts. Playful, young and flirty. Nobody batted an eye when only a few short moons into her warriorhood, Fox announced she was expecting kits.

Life in the clans is many things, but what all Northclanners and Eagleclanners would agree on, is that it is never truly easy.

Perhaps she was hoping for a family or maybe it was just Fox hoping the expectation of kits would mean Cloud had no choice but to settle down and come back to earth.

It would come to not matter later, as it was not meant to be.

In a move of bold cowardice, Cloud left Fox and Eagleclan, for a pretty loner who promised no pesky strings or full commitment. Nobody has since seen the tom and many unfortunate rumors spread in his vanishing. Plenty of cats who had disliked him silently, were more than happy to voice their distaste openly, with him presumed deceased. And plenty more were just as happy to declare him in the Underground for leaving his family like such a fox-heart.

Devastated, Fox carried out her pregnancy in the Nursery. Feeling her heart shattering each time she watched the tender moments between the other new queens and their mates. Other queens at the time would remark that Fox seemed hollow, isolating herself to the deepest parts of the warm tunnel.

Then, in the early hours of the morning, two kittens were born. Fox remembers hearing the lone piercing cry of a falcon as she gazed upon her first kit; and realized he was not breathing.

Stillborn. A dark ginger, just like her own pelt. Numbly, she wondered if his eyes would’ve matched hers someday too. The ginger cat was statue-like, when a loud, demanding cry broke her thoughts.

Her second kit, a pale ginger, was very indignant and very much alive. Her cries persisted through the morning and into the afternoon. Fox named her firstborn son Embers That Glow Softly, and her feisty daughter seemed only fitting of Spark That Bursts To Flame.

- kittenhood -

Fox tried to be a good mother, she really did. But after a few short moons of almost neglectful behavior, it became clear she was not cut out for it. After a few moons, she passed Spark off to an older queen and resumed her warrior duties. The older queen raised Spark. It's something of an open secret that while Fox was the kit's real mother, the queen had essentially adopted her as her kit. 


It seemed like the moment she could, Spark was more of a wildfire than a young kit. She trailed eagerly after the youngest apprentices, trying to learn everything she could from them. She chased bugs, would refuse to come in from the rain. The other queens would laugh tiredly and call her 'lively'.

- early apprenticehood -

 Nothing changed when she was promoted to an apprentice. Though, now it seemed that trouble followed behind her like a shadow even more so. Although most cats would agree that the eager apprentice is well-meaning but a bit too energetic.

Spark, seems to be more of a reflection of the queen who had a paw in raising her, rather than either of her parents.