under a fire so [golden]

[goldenrage]

basics
you shall call me goldenrage
my allegiance is to brookclan
i am a tom
i have lived 35 moons

going deeper

face value: Goldenrage has always been large for his age, whatever that was. He is an all-black tom-cat, with no markings of white or cream anywhere on his pelt. He is very formidable, and can easily intimidate those who etch their names on his 'list.' His nose is black, giving him the appearance of nothing more than a shadow, though a large one. When he opens his mouth to bite, the pearly white-ness of his fangs glitter brilliantly against the darkness of his pelt and mouth. His eyes are beautiful, a smoldering golden-amber color, that whirl with emotions or stand still with passiveness. His tail is long and elegant, used to keep his balance and display emotions, when he is so inclined. Crouching in the corner, you can hardly tell he's there, yet when he's pinned you to the ground, it's all many can do to keep from gasping in terror...
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beneath the surface: Goldenrage has always been quiet, even from his kit-hood. While his siblings romped around and played, Goldenkit stood watch, waiting, wary. Even to this day, he is quiet, even more sheltered and drawn inward than before. He is rather humorous, whenever you can get through his stony exterior, his 'heart of ice.'

There was a period in his life when he was brilliant and kind, playful with many, yet serious and strong. This was the time when his relationship with Hailstorm, oh sweet Hailstorm, was the focus of his life. They would walk together, talk together and love each other unconditionally. It was the best time in Goldenrage's life.

And then the unthinkable happened. Hailstorm, his beloved Hailstorm, disappeared. His heart shattered and he became reserved and quiet, throwing his whole life into keeping BrookClan safe. He is drawn inward and solitary, quiet and pensive. His srongest quality is his loyalty, for which he would give up his life, since he no longer sees a reason for living.

into the past: Goldenrage has and/or had many siblings as he grew up. He was born not far from a Clan called StreamClan, and at a young age his mother took him to that Clan, determined that her second litter would live longer than her first.

Her name, Goldenrage's mother, was Silverclaw. She was gentle, and kind, yet had no trouble in breeding with any tom willing. She had no particular devotion to any specific tom-cat, and was constantly pregnant. It became hard for Goldenkit to keep all of his siblings and half-siblings straight, since many of them left StreamClan or died.

So he stopped trying. He drew inward, not caring much about the Clan scuffles and his litter-mate's rivalries. Many tried to pick fights with him, but it was useless; he was much to stoic in his isolation. Goldenkit soon became Goldenpaw, and thrived on his training. It was all he did, was train. That's all he wanted to do, was train. What else was there to do, play? He had never been big on playing.

Soon Goldenpaw was the only one. He discovered that he loved water, and spent any free time he had paddling in the stream that gave StreamClan its name. Soon after his warrior ceremony, StreamClan's stream dried out. Their water supply diminished. Cats began to drop off, one by one. His mother's dying wish was that her strongest son leave, to live life and to discover what it meant to love one cat unconditionally; Silverclaw only knew because of how she loved Goldenrage, who had stuck with her through all of the pregnancies and the kits and the toms. He, had been her rock, her constant.

He turned and left the dying StreamClan, guilt foremost in his heart, though he knew there was nothing he could do. They were dying of thirst. He soon came upon BrookClan, and proved his worth, and became a respected warrior over time.

Hailstorm. She, of the happy and the jokes and the water. He, of the quiet and the work and the water. They, fell in love. He realized that she completed a part of him he never knew existed, a part that seemed empty only after it was filled.

Then again, Goldenrage was not the only one who had seen the merits of Hailstorm. Redstorm had also fallen in love with her, and after a series of tragic events, foremost Hailstorm's apprentice Duckpaw's death, Hailstorm chose Goldenrage.

BrookClan began to fail. Prey began to grow scarce, and Fernstar did the unthinkable. She asked help of the foxes to persuade the other Clans, who turned, became more than she could handle, and eventually, along with the Outcasts, cats began to die.

When the other three Clans left, BrookClanners who despised Fernstar for her actions left as well, turning their back on their Clan. Goldenrage stayed behind, unwilling to betray Fernstar, no matter what. That is how his heart is; loyal and forgiving, yet sheltered and secluded.

And so, Goldenrage's heart of passion, fire, kindness, isolation and seclusion was born.

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[goldenrage]

Fin! Sorta sucky, but fin!

[starclan]

accepted as warrior of brookclan.