Picture of AmberFlame the Feral Aristo-"Cat" "A High-Ranking Savage, in Human terms."

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[i]Appearance: AmberFlame is a dark, orange-creme, tabby with lighter creme stripes as any other tabby. She was given this such name because her fur color and light golden hazel-amber hued eyes which always reminded her such owner of the embers of an extinguished fire, one that kept heat and small crumbles of burning flame. 


Name: AmberFlame

Future names: Si, Silver, Silente, Embre, Em, Shy-but-brave-One, Scarred-One, Cyclopstress or simply "One-Eye"

Age: 7 moons (She is considered a "mature-adult gestation" and is full grown but of small-stature.)

Gender: Feminine (Female-born)

Rank: Queen, Second-in-command to the lovely Queen Moonlight, (a such leader of whom she highly admires and looks up to in times of uncertainty, crisis, or simply to share chit-chat of her daily moods.)

Sexuality: Lesbian (She has always craved the female form since kit-hood but due to her rather shy nature she tends to remain to herself, seeking friendships rather than the romanticized kind of affection. She had been abstient all of her adolescent and adult life. And that is how it shall stay.

Parents: Both are deceased, sadly, but her father was from a long line of high-ranking champion breeders, and her mother was a stray, one from the harsh, wrong side of the tracks who traveled a long distance while burdened by such a heavy pregnancy. She was a feral who was unfortunately unknown to her as she was abandoned as a kit by her shortly after birth, leaving her to fend for her own self in the big, harsh outlands of an unknown forest. She was fortunately found by a shelter scoping the lands for wildlife and came across her tiny, runt like form, curled up, quivering from the elements and keening for her mother and father, but sadly it was all for naught with the parental, but the shelter was there in her dire, desperate time of need. They nursed her fragile form back to health, bottle fed her, comforted her, and even taught as if any feline mother or father would. All in the name of easing the festering of her innocent stress. When she was deemed stronger, and healthy enough to be adopted she was in luck, a high number of potential applicants signed for the precious kit and she was adopted to the family she bonded with most after many visits from each "such participant" and she was in a true home. And she grew and grew, bonding with the owner she still thinks about rather fondly to this very day.

Siblings: Unknown

Crush: None, she is single and definitely not seeking.

Mate: None.

Kits: Although she wishes for a few to call her own, she adores each of the bundle of joy kits that are in her new family in the WispClan. Protecting each and every one of them as if a mother figure would. While she does not share any biological blood, it does not mean that she guides and loves them any less. 

Personality: (optional) She is shy by nature, soft-spoken, yet intensely passionate of those she loves, either friend or her beloved mentor Moonlight the Queen of the WispClan. She wishes to be more like her, carrying herself with an air of lightness and fairness, yet willing to step in with topics of the clan, such as disputes between clan members, decision making regarding clan rules, attending births of new kits, and death of old cats of the society she now calls home. There are times where she does become quite overwhelmed, times where she needs a second to step away and breathe, and others where she breaks down in silence and lets all out but not in front of the other cats, and especially not in front of her mentor, Moonlight because she is highly fearful of her reaction. But when calm, and free of the jitters, she is normally a very high energy, free spirited feline who prefers to chase and hunt butterflies, swat flies and scare flocks of geese or other low flying birds foolish to be on the ground, she finds it hilarious. She considers herself an outsider, a freak-of-nature if you will, because of the brutal, permanent injuries she sustained to her face, eye, eyelids and, tail, wishing she could hide behind a mask or cape but a cat can dream, cant she?

History: (Optional) 

Small but mighty, Amberflame lived up to her name, practically saving her beloved owner more times than she could count on her paws adorable toe beans. Her owner was even saved from a blazing fire by the heroic feline, who awoke to the blaze, clawed at her owner's door and meowed as loud as her feline lungs could muster. For a long story shortened, she saved her owner that fateful night, but in the process she herself was trapped in the blaze, a side of her face burned and causing her to lose an eye, her left one, forever leaving its lids sealed shut, a burn that also left her once long, graceful, sinuous tail badly singed and prone to sores, and a burn to the side of her face that left her halfway disfigured but like all things, beauty was best when it was flawed. And she escaped with her life that night but sneaked off to the forest, leaving her owner thinking that she had perished in the blaze. 

A life was saved that night, but at a great cost, her very sense of being and self-image. Leaving her with scars that would never heal, both physical, mental, and even emotionally. Eventually she met up with a clan, one called the WispClan, a strange heirarchy of felines who ruled the confines beyond docileness and human obedience. It was a place where she could be herself, a place where she could be like her ancestors, the noble, agile cat, and above all, it was where she could pick up the pieces of her shattered existence and rebuild from scratch. She rebuilt her owner's life, so now it was time to make a life of her very own.

Else: She tends to wander, and she has problems with her hip and legs because of being born so small and not getting the right nutrients during the first few days of her life from her mother, although she was still saved by the shelter. She can walk but it is often with a wobbly, limping or struggling gait. Still, she does not "guilt-trip" or "blame" neither her mother nor father for their sudden disappearance or neglecting her. She believes it ended up being for a positive thing, because she came out of it stronger than ever.[/i]