➽ the reason i'm pairing these two lovelies together is because at one point i think i had intended to rewrite Echostep and i ended up creating a whole new character? i don't really.. know. anyways i had intended Gingerflare for a certain clan, so should i use him again i would have to change some things. now i can't decide which one i like better, because i absolutely love aspects of them both. i think what i'll end up doing is smooshing them together into one awesome character when i get bored of the ones i am currently using, and want to mix things up a bit.
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ϟ I'm Echostep, of course. Echostep
ᵍᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ
ϟ Weeeeelll, all the bits'n bobbles if you don't mind my being frank. Male
ᵃᵍᵉ
ϟ Ehm, not quite twenty moons. Approximately 18 moons
ʳᵃᶰᵏ
ϟ Warrior. You're not lost or anything, are you? Warrior
ᵃˢᵖᶤʳᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ
ϟ Quite content where I am, thankyouverymuch. Achieved, more or less
ᶜʳᵘˢʰ
ϟ Not really my thing to be entirely honest. Nope
ᵐᵃᵗᵉ
ϟ Oh, don't start. Nada
ᵏᶤᵗˢ
ϟ Now you're just getting redundent. Nooope
ᵏᶤᶰ
ϟ Gone. Either unknown or presumed diseased
ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰᵃˡᶤᵗʸϟ
In a few words? Snarky, but aslo controlled, selfless and very intelligent. These things make for a relitively sarcastic tom, with a good sense of humor and an even better capacity for loyalty for those he cares about. He's wise beyond his years as well, good at problem solving and thinking fast when the time calls for it. He has unbelievable control over himself and it's incredibly rare to see him angered. In fact, when others can be expected to grow mad or upset he's likely to put on a huge grin and continue with what he's doing. It's even rarer to see him get carried away with anything, but when he does, he needs someone to stop him before he does something bad. That being said, he's calm and direct in otherwise pressing situations, and doesn't hesitate to take lead of those around him, but only if they seem to need instruction. He's relitively lonely, though, and the friendships he does make seem to not last very long at all. It's got something to do with the fact that he's not one to walk up to another cat on a whim and start a conversation, although he is very willing and happy to converse should he be approached, it's got another reason, of which he himelf is even unsure of. It doesn't appear to outwardly bother him and he's just fine carrying on by himself, but he does find himself wishing for a bit of companionship now and then.ʰᶤˢᵗᵒʳʸϟ
Not much, and certainly nothing too hectic. He wasn't born into the clan like most everyone else, it seems. He was simply a young loner living in what is now the clan's territory when they moved in, and not much later for a lack of a better option joined them. He was roughly ten moons old when this occured, and was able to complete his training in only three moons as opposed to the traditional six. Partly because he'd been previously living on his own, and also because of his fast ability to learn. Because of his non-clan origin, he does have a bit of an accent, something like Scottish and English combined. It's not very heavy at all, though, and very few have trouble understanding him unless he's talking a mile a minute.ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳᵃᶰᶜᵉϟ
Nothing too special, with no over the top markings or eye-color. He's a simple silvery tabby, with short faintly striped fur and a white blaze on his face. His underside and paws share a lighter tone, and are a bit softer to the touch, as most cats' do and are. His only "unique" feature are his eyes, which are a coppery tone of brown. They can look anywhere from almost gold to a dark, almost black brown, depending on the setting. Buildwise, he isn't exactly lanky, although his limbs are long. He's got decent muscle on him, although he is no brute. He's somewhere inbetween, leaning towards wiry, for lack of a more suitable word.ᵠᵘᶤʳᵏˢϟ
Quirks? There is no difference between Echostep and quirks; he is quirks. He is the embodiment of the word, and there really is no way to describe all of them.
I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
'Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Who's driving shiny big black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send it straight to gold
But I don't really like my flow, no, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
Oh, got no reason, got no shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'ma tell you everything
So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
All my secrets away, all my secrets away
ᶰᵃᵐᵉ:: Gingerflare
Gingerflare, although I'm not sure why. Quite honestly I'm starting to believe it's just a cruel joke.
ᵃᵍᵉ:: 19 moons
Twenty moons if I'm not mistaken.
ᵍᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ:: Tom
Well, all the bits'n bobbles.
ʳᵃᶰᵏ:: Warrior
I'm a warrior, of course.
ᵃˢᵖᶤʳᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ:: Achieved
Happy where I am, thanks.
ᶠᵘʳ:: Just sort of... brown.
Gingerflare really isn't far off. He's mainly a dark shade of brown, almost chocolatey. The only other marks
on him would be his white throat, toes, and that small white spot on his muzzle. It's acceptable to say that his
back legs get darker in a sort of gradient closer to his feet, and the same goes for his tail. If it weren't for the
white spot on his face, his darker muzzle would be more noticeable as well. Guess you could say he has very
faint darker points, probably due to some siamese blood in him somewhere along the line. It is short-medium
length as well, and is not the softest fur on the planet. He's not exactly prickly or rough, though, and he's
softer on his belly as most cats are.
ᵉʸᵉˢ:: Well, orangey but maybe kind of brown... or yellow.
Whether they are yellow, orange, brown or amber is up for debate. They should probably be considered a mix of
all the above. That's due to the sort of transparency they have, even more than most lighter colored eyes possess.
In direct light, they look incredibly light, with only speckles of pigmentation. They can even take on a silvery
kind of sheen. In darker settings they, well, get darker. Amber would be a better way to describe them then,
or light brown. The color is purely circumstantial, but it might be easier to just call them golden brown...
then again that may be a bit cheesy.
ᵇᵘᶤˡᵈ:: Ehm... 've been told I'm pretty tall.
And tall he is; very much so. He's had long legs all of his life, and was that gangly awkward
apprentice who always towered over everyone else but would trip over his own feet while preforming the
most simplest of tasks. Now that he's a bit older he seems to have better control of them, and they even
work to his aid. Running, climbing, jumping and even swimming are among his physical fortes, amazing
stamina being another one of them. Not to brag, but he can run faster than most cats and keep up that
speed for longer as well. Other than that, there is very little fat on his body. Should he happen to lose
even just a few more pounds he would probably be considered malnourished. That has a a lot to do
with his high metabolism and the fact that he's usually very active. Doesn't seem to bother him
much.
ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰᵃˡᶤᵗʸ:: Oh don't ask me that.
In general, Gingerflare is a nice cat. He's never one to insult or belittle another for the fun of it,
although he can be a bit rude. It's likely he's just being a little too honest, though, and he doesn't do it to be
mean. He rarely realizes it. And when he does say something rude, it's never uncalled for and he's likely to just
go off on a banter about something else. He er, tends to ramble. Most of the time whoever he's speaking
to is unable to understand what he's saying when he's talking a mile a minute but when he sees their
perplexed face he'll be glad to reexplain. He absolutely lights up when he discovers something, and most
of his friends just humor him and go along with it.. as best they can. He's pretty intelligent too, and
doesn't mind sharing with others. He'd likely make a good mentor, and is eagerly awaiting to be assigned
an apprentice. It would be impossible for a young cat to be bored with him as their teacher. Mistakes
are understandable to him too, but he does have a problem when a cat deliberately does something bad.
He's a one-chance kind of tom, and Hell hath no fury like an angry or betrayed Gingerflare. That being
said he is incredibly emotional, and can have a tendency to blow up when he or someone he cares about is
wronged. It's not going to be easy to earn his forgiveness, either. When it comes to his close
friends, he is extremely, extremely loyal, to the point where it might not be good for him sometimes.
He is selfless, and will risk his own hide for someone he cares about, or even his life if he has to.
ᵠᵘᶤʳᵏˢ:: Safe to say I've got a bit of an accent, but other than that I'm just an average bloke.
Indeed Gingerflare does have a bit of an accent, something vaguely reminiscent of some sort of a combination of an Estuary English accent and a Scottish one. This can only make his babbling more difficult to understand to those who don't hear him speak often, but other than that most cats don't have a problem with it.ʰᶤˢᵗᵒʳʸ:: Hardly anything important; 'came from the north, which explains the way I talk. My mum was a beautiful she-cat, Kestriel, and she spoke fondly of my father although I never had the chance to meet him myself. Don't know what the rest of my family has been up to now.
Just as Gingerflare said, he was born in the north, which obviously makes him not clanborn. He'd known about Shadeclan for as long as he could remember as their "den" had not been far from the clan's borders. His mother had been a kind loner, and didn't steal prey from the clan. Didn't even step foot into their territory. Thus, they had been on good terms with Shadeclan, and had no quarrels whatsoever with eachother. Gingerflare, or just Snap at the time, of course had siblings; two brothers and a sister. They were all brought up with their mother's belief that they could share the same forests with the clan cats as long as they simply left them alone. That worked for a while, until his brothers decided that it would be a great day to go and show those stinky clan cats who really owned the forest around here. They had a knack for going on these "adventures," as they called them, but always returned not long after they had left with outrageous and no doubt made up stories of what they had encountered. They were only about five months old at the time, so such mischevious was to be expected. Snap and his sister, Kes, stayed behind to take care of mum, because she had been showing signs of some sort of illness since her kits' birth and had been getting worse and worse for a while. She was weak, too weak to do much more than bring in a few mice for them to share each morning. Snap and Kes, and even their two brothers were worried about her, but they didn't speak of it. And it wasn't until nightfall that Snap and his sister thought that something might have happened to their brothers on their silly adventure. They were scared to leave their mother alone, so they could do nothing but curl up that night and sleep. It wasn't until the next morning that they had to tell mum about how neither brother had returned. Kestriel used up the little strength she had to look for them, spent the entire day calling their names and searching for their scents. Kes and Snap worriedly trailed their mother throughout the day, tummies grumbling and scared for both their brothers and their mum. It wasn't until Kestriel was showing signs of collapsing that Snap could get to her agree to return to the den for the night. He was horrified by just how weak she really looked, how sunken her face seemed and how dull her eyes appeared; how utterly defeated she looked. It was just because of the light though, had to be. And she was worried about her sons. But that was it. When they were found she would look better again, she would be mum again, not the snappy, skinny cat with ragged fur she looked like that night. Unfortunately Snap's hopes never came true, and each day mum just looked worse and worse. She continued to look for them each day, but their scents stopped at the Shadeclan border. Even in her rattled state Kestriel was smart enough to know that accusing the clan for her sons' disappearances would only endanger her other kits. But that didn't mean she couldn't blame them. To herself, that was. That peaceful respect and nuetrality she had for the clan cats slowly turned into a bitter hate. Not only that but she blamed Snap and Kes for letting their brothers run off, and it wasn't long until she stopped getting them food each morning. Kestriel seemed to shut off, and didn't even leave the den. That was when she really started getting sick. Snap and Kes realized it too, that not only was whatever illness she had was getting worse, but that she was dying. And they could do nothing but watch as she grew worse with each day, and try to feed themselves and their mum using the little things mum had taught them before she had gotten so ill. One day Kestriel just stopped eating, stopped talking, and stopped functioning. Kes herself seemed to perhaps be showing signs of getting sick too, just little coughs here and there and sometimes shortness of breath. Exactly as Kestriel had started, not many months ago. And Snap? Well, he just couldn't bear it. He was watching his mother die slowly and he knew Kes was getting sick too, and he had lost all hope of his brothers coming back. He left them sleeping there one night, and sought out that clan his mum had used to tell him stories of when he was practically a baby. He presented himself to them the next morning, at nine months old, with a now dead injured squirrel he had come across on pure accident on his way, as proof that he knew how to hunt. They accepted him with little hesitation, and at his request changed his name although he didn't know what to call himself. He was named Gingerflare after a short apprenticeship, and has been with the clan ever since.
