" he was the cat who was a trickster "  

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☆ Adult situations
☆ Excessive religious mentions
☆ Excessive blood/gore
☆ Excessive violance
☆ Excessive fighting
☆ Excessive death
☆ Betrayal

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Green-Leaf
(Spring)

❦ f u l l ⋆ c l a n ⋆ n a m e ❦
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Flintstorm

❦ g e n d e r ❦
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Tom

❦   a g e ❦
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17 moons

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RiverClan

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Warrior

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Snakepaw

❦ s t r e n g t h ⋆ m e t e r ❦
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❦ a g i l i t y ⋆ m e t e r ❦
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❦ r e f l e x ⋆ m e t e r ❦
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❦ c o m b a t ⋆ a b i l i t y ⋆ m e t e r ❦
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❦ i n s a n i t y ⋆ m e t e r ❦
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❦   d o m i n a n c e ⋆ m e t e r   ❦
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Pale Green

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Grey

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Flintstorm is a well muscled tom of a large stature. He is a grey tabby tom with black stripes and lighter white tufts of fur around his neck, chest, and belly. He has large white paws and a cream colored muzzle, with a white spot above it. Flintstorm has black ear tufts and a long, fluffy tail. His fur is plush and long, as well as sleek thanks to his RiverClan heritage. Flintstorm's eyes are a pale green color.

❦ p e r s o n a l i t y ❦
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Flintstorm is a bold and dangerously ambitious cat. He is very cocky and teasing, and a cat that hides his darker side a little too well. He is cold and calculating, and is absolutely merciless in battle. The tom's bloodthirsty yearning is what led to his ultimate downfall. But despite this, Flintstorm is a very popular cat with his Clan, one that is admired and has many followers in the Clan. Cats have rumored him to be the next deputy and maybe even one day, leader. In other Clans, Flintstorm is also popular, seen as a noble and undyingly loyal cat to his Clan that is an outstanding fighter. Within his own Clan, Flintstorm puts up a proud and confident front, with a softer side towards specific cats.

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Someone that he can manipulate.

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Night

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Green-Leaf

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Pikestream (Warrior) : Large slate grey tabby tom with long canines and deep blue eyes, with a fluffy coat of fur.
- Careless, snappy, rude

Greylake (Warrior) : Lithe light grey tabby she-cat with six white points, short fur, and has one blue and one green eye.
- Helpful, bright, loving

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Stonefoot (Warrior) : Well muscled grey tabby tom with cream colored points and ear tufts, with grey eyes.
- Serious, hardworking, loyal

Coalcreek (Queen) : Beautiful, young, dark grey she-cat with a white spot on her chest and black patches along her flank with green eyes.
- Motherly, playful, gentle

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Blizzardstreak (Warrior) : Large white tom cat with a grey stripe that goes from the top of his head down to his tail tip with grey specks and blue eyes.
- Responsible, strong, reliable

❦ f o l l o w e r s   ❦
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Whiskerlight
Sleekflight
Palejaw
Blackthorn
Briarpool
Quailreed

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Love.
It can be such a wonderful, yet blinding emotion.
You knew that emotion all too well.
Fiercely, was how you loved.
But also, completely blindly.

The tom you loved was named Flintstorm.
A strong, handsome tabby tom that was popular in RiverClan.
You trained with Flintstorm as an apprentice, and you were always rather close to him.
He was a cocky and confident apprentice, one that was always competing with the other apprentices.
But with you, he was different.

You found a softer, kinder side of Flintstorm.
The side of him that was revealed only to you.
A side of him that you cherished.

You felt special, being the only cat of his affection.
When you became warriors, it was only a matter of time before you became mates.

And you were happy.
Happier than you could ever remember being.
You even got an apprentice at the same time as him, and together you trained your apprentices.

You felt as though life couldn't get better.
Though there was one thing.

Flintstorm was always at odds with a warrior known as Blizzardstreak. A warrior that was older than him only by about a moon.
Blizzardstreak was also popular and well liked among the clan, but completely looked down upon Flintstorm for unknown reasons.

The current RiverClan deputy was an old tom known as Frostclaw. The whole Clan knew that it was only a matter of time before he retired to the elder's den.

And rumors began to fly around about who the next deputy would be. Many cats thought it would be Flintstorm, as did you.

Even though he was young, he was loyal and strong, sure to bring the Clan many moons of strength.
But half the Clan was also convinced that Blizzardstreak would be the new deputy.

The rift between Flintstorm and Blizzardstreak only increased.

And then the day came that Frostclaw retired to the elder's den.
The leader of the clan, Whitestar, said that she would make her choice of deputy at sundown.

It was about sunhigh.
You had just come back to camp from hunting patrol with your apprentice and a few other cats. You were talking with friends when Blizzardstreak came back into camp, dragging Flintstorm by the scruff into camp.

You felt as if your whole world had suddenly stopped when Blizzardstreak dropped Flintstorm's body onto the ground, his fur soaked with water.

Flintstorm was dead.

You let out a wail of grief and went to his body, grieving as you buried your nose into the sodden fur of your mate. You were shaking from shock, unable to believe that this was all real.

The love of your life was dead.

Blizzardstreak informed the Clan that Flintstorm had attacked him near one of the rivers.
He said that Flintstorm came up behind him and attacked him, out to kill him for the position of deputy.

Blizzardstreak said that he had no choice, and in self defense he knocked Flintstorm into the river and drowned him.

You let out a screech and threw yourself at Blizzardstreak, clawing at his muzzle and screaming that he had killed your mate.

Two cats had to pull you off of him, before you fell to the ground in a sobbing mess, your friends quickly going to you and comforting you.

The Clan was in shock, many of the Clan, including yourself, denied that Flintstorm would ever attack a clanmate.
There was speculation that Blizzardstreak may even be lying, among some cats.
You didn't know what to believe, too shocked by grief.

Whitestar announced that this was all a bad omen, and decided that for Blizzardstreak's own safety, he would not be made deputy.

The new deputy of RiverClan was an older tom, named Maltfur.

A vigil was held for Flintstorm that night.
You never once left his body.

The next morning, the elders took Flintstorm's body out for burial.
You helped them, deciding the burial spot for yourself.

Near a rock on the far sided stream, where Flintstorm has asked you to be his mate.
You stayed by his grave after he was buried for the whole day, before your friends came and brought you back to camp that night.

Days passed.
Whitestar excused you from your warrior duties, since you were too depressed to carry them out.
You spent your days laying in your nest, staring into nothing as you thought of your beloved mate.

You fell asleep late into the night when you were so tired you could hardly keep your eyes open.
You opened your eyes, finding yourself in a starlit forest.

You looked around, confused. This was not the RiverClan camp.
That's when you smelled the unmistakable scent of Flintstorm.

Your eyes widened, and you immeadiantly followed the scent out to a river.
Sitting on a rock next to the river was Flintstorm, smiling as he looked over at you once you came into view.

What do you do?

❦ s o n g  ❦
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Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz

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❦ r o l e p l a y ⋆ r e q u i r e m e n t s  ❦
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☆ Must be a female
☆ Must be RiverClan cat
☆ Must be a warrior
☆ Must be 15-17 moons
☆ Must be ignorant
☆ Must be deeply in love with Flintstorm
☆ Must have faith in Flintstorm