>> PYRE <<
>> Name Origin; Pyre was given his name after a few moons by his late mother because she viewed a roaring pyre burning away animals lost to a disease and hoped her only son would embody that corruption-burning ideal.(temporary ref as i make one)
who are you, really? by mikky ekko wrote:So you feel entitled to a sense of control
And make decisions that you think are your own
You are a stranger here, why have you come?
Why have you come, lift me higher, let me look at the sun
Look at the sun and once I hear them clearly, say
Who, who are you really?
And where are you going?
I have nothing left to prove
'Cause I have nothing left to lose
See me bare my teeth for you
Who, who are you?
Warrior, yearns to be Leader
Transgender Demi-Tom, he/xe/they
34 Moons
Demiromantic Pansexual
Pyre is a handsome Abyssinian tom with slight tabby striping and lovely dark russet coloration. His eyes are dark amber, and usually half-lidded.
Pyre has never had a charitable thought in his whole life. While scumbag is a bit harsh, it's not an over exaggeration to say he's self-centered. As a cat who's basically never had anything beyond himself,
Pyre values his own instincts and beliefs higher than any other's. Though, this isn't exactly on purpose. He spent so long alone that his idea of reality has warped; he doesn't realize his selfish actions can actually effect others. He seems genuinely concerned for other cats, and seems to try just a bit to minimize their harm while maximizing his own benefit, but the efficacy of that is certainly debatable. His rash, bold, and brash nature, however, has lead him into plenty of issues. Quite a few groups of rogues really hate his guts, so he tends to roam to escape them. This does mean every time he's in Stoneclan he is an active threat to their safety, but he's so pretty and handsome and so charismatic, who could hate that face?
Pyre's mother was an Abyssinian breeder's pride and joy. She gave him plenty of litters of stellar cats to sell.
Pyre, however, was the youngest, smallest whelp of her very last litter. And by the time her last litter even came, she had been dumped at a roadside because her kitting had taken far too long. Having been luxuriously pampered,
Pyre's mother had no clue how to live in the wild, especially not while nursing a grand six kits. In the weeks to come before help found the Abyssinians, four of the six kits perished, with the last two only surviving because they were lucky. Finally, help found
Pyre's mother in the form of a group of charitable loners. They taught the old mother to hunt and a nursing queen took over the duty of feeding little
Pyre and his sister. The group invited the Abyssinians to stay, and they did.
Things did not stay cheery, however. A great disease raced through the mammals in
Pyre's old forest, leaving even those lucky to survive the illness weaker and able to spread the disease if eaten. Most of the loner group died, aside from four cats. One was little
Pyre, a mere 10 moons old, his mother, and two cats originally from the group. Humans came through and burnt away the disease, and watching the funeral pyre changed
Pyre's mother. She named him after the word the humans had used for the flame, and lead the four away to better hunting locales.
Upon a whim,
Pyre left his mother's group soon after he became 18 moons old. His mother was a strong leader, and in a way he envied the way other cats looked at her. He wanted her to look at
him like that. But she was far too busy gathering any survivors from the plague to pay special attention to her remaining son. He joined a few bands of loners or gangs of rogues, only staying until his bad attitude got him run out or clawed at. Or worse. One group was planning on executing him, but a guard fell asleep so
Pyre managed to escape.
He, very recently, joined Stoneclan. Although, he's been gone the past week without warning after joining two moons ago, and acts like nothing's even happened! What a scoundrel!