Post by spike on Nov 27, 2009 7:56:30 GMT -6
Name:
Briarkit
Real Age:
29 moons
Real Age:
Less than 1 moon
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
StarClan
Former Clan:
ShadowClan
Mentor/apprentice:
Too young
Rank:
Kit
Mate/Crush:
None
Kin:
Emberstreak (mother, deceased)
Goldstep (father, deceased)
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Cedarfur (sister)
Spottedtail (brother, deceased)
Lightwind (Riley Bones, younger brother)
Death:
Born second to the litter, everybody expected him to live. But there was not enough prey for his mother and not enough milk for him. Briarkit never opened his eyes to see the day. Cedarkit was stronger and managed to live on. To this day, he is thankful to have given his life to her.
Description:
Briarkit has similarites to his sister, Cedarfur. His fur is also a brown hue. But the copper undertone makes it much different as well. His mother always bragged of her deceased kit's handsome pelt. There was something about it that just made others intrigued. Cedarfur had deep brown fur. He didn't. The fur is almost black on his tail on the outside of his ears. It seems that he was dusted with ash along his backside and head. To add, the fur on his mouth and inner ear is white like snow. The coppery-brown color is always admired in his eyes, whether it is in others doesn't seem to matter.
He is small even for the age he arrived as. Briarkit accepts that he was the runt and Cedarfur was not. But the she-cat deserved the strength more than he did, or so he tells himself. The only thing large about him are his ears. They stand out thanks to the white fur and the size. Rounded at the top, they curve outward in an awkward manner. But either way, he manages to ignore them. His tail is also short and even stubby looking. His front paws are too large and his back paws are too small. He's just not perfectly shaped. Being in StarClan, it doesn't seem to matter.
His eyes are the thing that is classic to his bloodline. Almost all the cats of his family were yellow-eyed cats. This hasn't changed. The dark yellow color is somewhat cold but really there is lots of emotion under the unneeded shield. Dark pupils stand out to the murky shade. It's the one thing that tells all cats who he is.
Personality:
Briarkit never was a protective cat. Well, never would've been, that is. But after watching his sister grow up in a state of confusion, he realized he had to be. Cedarfur always had to listen to his mother's tales of the handsome tom-kit that never lived past the first moon of life. She seemed haunted by the fact that the live kit was of little concern.
Briarkit set himself to watch over her after that. He's very protective and defensive of anybody that dares speak ill of his sister. He may be in StarClan but his claws are still of good use. Briarkit will not stand anybody that had the will to offend him.
Secondly, he's proud. Briarkit likes bragging of ShadowClan and anything having something worthy of his praise. This hasn't ended well all the time. Especially for older cats. But he still can't help himself when the topic of siblings comes up. "Oh yeah?" he likes to say. "Well, my sister is the best hunter in all the swamps."
Finally, Briarkit is a fighter. He would like to spend his days wrestling about but even the kits of StarClan grow old with maturity. They look down on their former clans and prefer to watch with ease on their minds. Briarkit is still young in heart and soul. He wants to play and he wants to play now. That is how it is.
History:
The three kits struggled to keep warm. Their mother wound her tail around them in desperation. But Briarkit was fading fast. Her yowls of plead went unheard when the final breath was drawn.
A pair of yellow eyes opened to see cats standing around him. The tom stood on his feet hesitantly then gazed around in confusion. "Where am I?" he inquired.
"StarClan," one mewed. "You have passed on into StarClan, Briarkit." Shock was hardly what he felt. Briarkit could hardly remember a thing of his past life. Only the warmth of his mother and the sweet scent of his sister and milk. Nobody could comfort the kit. He had no clue what to do anyways. He had not lived a day of his life beyond StarClan.
Still, he was desperate to make the most of it. Briarkit managed to catch a few facts of himself. He was handsome, that was for sure. That started his pride up right away. He also noticed he was older than he thought. Maybe almost a moon old it seemed. He was quick to take advantage of his youthful side and spent ages on end trying to get others to play.
But then he stumbled across ShadowClan. He could instantly recognize three cats. One was a pretty brown she-cat. She seemed quiet in nature but a brown tom kept trying to talk to her once in a while. He heard the name 'Eaglepaw' tossed around but it was of no use to him. He knew she was Cedarkit- er, Cedarpaw. The other was an older she-cat with her head held high when she talked. "My Briarkit was wonderful," she sighed to another queen. "He would've made the greatest warrior of the Clan." Cedarpaw's face fell to hear that. Briarkit returned daily to check on his sister and mother. It was the same thing every time.
The last was Spottedpaw. His brother wasn't much of his concern since he seemed to get along fine. But Cedarpaw easily fell into guilt so Briarkit worried heavily about her.
"It's not fair," Briarkit pouted. "I deserved life but she doesn't deserve that." And so he began his dream walking. When Cedarpaw slept, her dreams were terrible. She was always in the middle of running when a dark wave would wash over her. The voice of her mother filled the air to talk of Briarkit.
"Cedarpaw," he would then yowl. But it was pointless. She coudln't hear. It didn't help much when his mother and father had another litter. Lightkit seemed to clear up their mother's ideas of continuously mourning for Briarkit. Now her attention was fully on him. This left Cedarpaw totally alone. But she still adored her younger brother and Spottedpaw.
Yet the loss of both her brothers, the last of her kin, seemed to truly make her sorrowful for life. It was not until the death of both mother and father and loss of all family was he truly able to get into her mind.
The two adult cats and the kit walked side-by-side. A desperate howling began and the sound of her sprint was made by the slurp of the mud. Briarkit always avoided stopping since this wasn't the first time. He couldn't become attached to her. But the weakness and the crack of emotion caused him to stop. "Wait," he murmured to his parents. Then he turned around.
“You can’t come,” he mewed. She seemed shocked by this answer but contniued to ask.
“Why?” she inquired in a squeak. “Why? You all left me behind. Why can’t I come?”
“StarClan doesn’t need you quite yet,” the kit chuckled. “Cedarfur, you lived for a reason. I just couldn’t. Things don’t always work for everybody. Our parents couldn’t live forever either. Just keep going. Go the other way. You don’t need us anymore.”
“Please,” she begged as she pressed her chocolate colored nose to his. “Don’t go. Don’t leave.”
“Cedarfur,” Briarkit sternly snapped. “Let it go. You have a life to live already. Go back. Please.”
She sniffled and lifted herself to her full height again. The long, slender tail had lowered itself with her melancholy showing true. “Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll go back. But you need to promise you won’t forget me.”
“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” he snickered. The kit turned and raced back to the waiting warriors.
Ever since that dream, he has proudly kept his place near her. Though he has no real place in her life anymore, he still considers himself her protector. Anybody that dares try to harm her, he'll be quick to pounce into a dream whether the other warriors of StarClan agree or not.
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