Briarpaw of ThunderClan (complete)

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Name: Briarpaw
Age: 10 Moons
Gender: Tomcat
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor: -To be filled in once one is assigned-
Love Interest: None, atm

Kin: Swallowfang (Aunt) - Patchpaw (Cousin)

Description: X Small in size, lithe of body and quick as a squirrel in flight... With traits like that, you might expect such a cat to be from WindClan. On most cases, you would probably be right. But not here... Briarpaw is a young tom of ThunderClan. Small... That was a good way to describe him alright. No one is quite sure why he turned out as he did, though it matters not to him. He has always been smaller than all the other cats his age. Briarpaw was an only kit, and a runt at that it seemed. But don't let his size fool you! Under his dense fur were some very powerful muscles. He might be lithe, but all of his body weight was pure, wiry muscle and dense fur.

With a light gray and brown fur coat that is decorated by stripes and spots and with a long but thick tail, Briarpaw looks like a ThunderClan cat should, other than his small stature. His fur is dense and coarse, able to withstand the thickets and most thorn bushes that fill ThunderClan territory. Most... But not all. On the tip of his right ear he has two notches missing, and the corner of his right eye has a nice "Y" shaped scar. He got the scar and notched ear when he was a newly named apprentice, running headlong into a thorn bush... Even so, his eyes are a dull golden color, though they shine bright with a great intelligence and gleam with a respectful thirst for power and wisdom.

Personality: Briarpaw is generally a calm, level headed but distant individual. He always appears very calm and collected, almost as if he is tired or deep in thought, perhaps. He is far from tired, though. He may be calm, but he is always thinking and observing. Oftentimes he wont speak, even if spoken to directly unless it is someone of higher rank than him. Briarpaw will often just shrug or use some other simplistic gesture in response to someone, instead of speaking, unless he feels it is necessary to use words. If one does manage to get him into a conversation though, he is quite talkative and well spoken.

With a sharp eye and a sometimes seemingly even sharper wit, Briarpaw will often see something move far before anyone else, even if it was just a leaf falling from a nearby tree... But, he almost never immediately acts on what he sees. No, he usually prefers to try to analyze the entire situation first, before making a move or speaking out. Also, most everyone wonders about if Briarpaw has any fear of death. Why? Because, he never looks scared, worried or even just flustered when in the heat of battle. That battle be of any kind, too. Physical or just verbal, Briarpaw is always at the top of his game, cool headed, calm and in charge.

Being so distant and "cold" to others as he usually is, Briarpaw has never made any real friends. This, contrary to what someone might expect, has not made him a complete anti-social individual. But, because of that, no one knows much more about Briarpaw's personality. If you manage to gain Briarpaw's trust and friendship, you would find he is actually a very fun and interesting guy to be around. He can be funny, cracking jokes, smiling and laughing away at some of the simplest of things. He loves to play simple games, relax and just enjoy some of the most simplistic and even what some might call mundane things in life.

History: A single kit was born to a queen in leaf-fall. He was small, but well developed. His coat already coarse and dense only a few days after birth and his claws long and sharp as thorns. That was how he got his name. "With claws like thorns and fur to protect you from them, I shall name you Briarkit." His mother had decided. The newly named young tom was growing up slowly, making his mother worried because underneath his dense coat he was actually very small. She asked Earthfoot many times if he was sickly, but the medicine cat could find no illness in the young kit. Amazingly, Briarkit pulled through leaf-bare with no sickness at all! He may have been small, but as soon as newleaf started, it became apparent that it was just the way he was built. As mid-newleaf came about, Briarkit was made into an apprentice, even though he was still only just barely bigger than a half-grown kit.

Being small, Briarpaw was always able to fit into places most other cats his age couldn't, though sometimes it wasn't exactly a good thing... This became especially true on one occasion when out practicing hunting. While chasing a small mouse, Briarpaw went face-first into a bramble thicket! He got in just fine, but when he got in too deep, still running pretty fast, the thorns finally forced him to stop. After much worrying by his mentor and a long wait with him mewing in pain from all the thorns he emerged, thorns and stickers covering his body, completely taking over his tail and a few stuck in his paw pads. The worst of it though was at his face. His right eye was clamped shut and bleeding badly from the outer corner, as well as his ear was torn in two places. With no time to waste, Briarpaw's mentor grabbed him by the scruff and ran as fast as possible back to camp. Thankfully, that ended up being pretty fast due to Briarpaw still barely being bigger than a kit. Because of the swiftness that Briarpaw was brought back with, his eye was saved, though he now carries a large "Y" shaped scar at the corner of it and is missing two large notches in his ear, one at the tip and one halfway down the side.

Other than that, Briarpaw's life has been pretty normal, though he seems to be having some troubles in training and so, has still yet to get his Warrior name...

Other: None, atm.

Roleplay Example:

"Like a gust of air-born sand, Fawnleaf ran lightly over the sand, not letting her paws touch for more then a few seconds each. She kept up the brisk pace until the oasis was in sight. Finally! I was starting to wonder if I'd gotten lost... she thought as she slowed slightly. Now that she new exactly where she was, she started to look for prey. Sniffing the hot winds, Fawnleaf caught the scent of a snake. Looking to her right, she saw the legless animal winding it's way across the sand at an amazing speed. Thinking fast, for some of the snakes could deliver a painful, sometimes deadly, bite. Fawnleaf raced at the reptile, claws unsheathed.

The snake saw and felt the cat approach it. It sped up, trying to outrace the feline, to no avail. Fawnleaf caught up with the snake and pounced! Her aim true, Fawnleaf lands on the snakes head and quickly bites it right at the base of it's puny skull. The snake writhes and wriggles for a full minute before finally dying. Slowly releasing her death-grip on the snake, she drops it and pokes it on the tail a few times to be sure it was dead. When the reptile didn't move, Fawnleaf picked it back up and raced to the oasis, her pads stinging from standing on the sand so long when she was killing the snake.

As Fawnleaf arrived at the oasis, she slowed to a soft trot. Once under the shade of the trees, she found a patch of grass , dropped her prey and flopped down onto the grass next to it, panting a little to cool down faster. As a Stormclan cat, her fur was thick and heavy. But, fortunately for Fawnleaf, her coat was a nice light sandy color that didn't retain heat as much as some of the darker furred cats. Also, Fawnleaf took it upon herself to keep her coat thin, pulling out little clumps of fur here and there all along her pelt. She made sure it wasn't noticeable, of coarse, or the others might think she had mange or something.

After a few minutes of laying perfectly still, Fawnleaf heard the tell-tale sounds of a mouse. Not opening her eyes, she slowly turned her ears around, trying to pinpoint the rodents location. It's just behind me... to the left... she thought as she opened her eyes. Very slowly, Fawnleaf rose to her paws and turned to face the rodent. It was a few body-lengths away, upwind of Fawnleaf. Lowering herself into a hunting crouch, she stalked foreword on light and silent paws. When she was about two body-lengths from her prey, she pounced, claws unsheathed and mouth slightly open.

The mouse, unfortunately for Fawnleaf, chose that moment to turn and look in her direction. Upon seeing a cat lounging at it, the mouse paused for an instant before bolting, just in time, avoiding the deadly claws and teeth that were aimed it's way. Fawnleaf though, had prepared for such a thing. Changing the way she landed, she was able to take off after the fleeing mouse. She kept with it, turn for turn, jump for jump, as the little creature tried to find refuge. After a minute, the mouse made a mistake. It turned to the right to avoid a tree, jumping right into Fawnleafs open claws. Fawnleaf delivered the killing bite and silently thanked Starclan for a wonderful chase and the mouse's life.

Returning to the grassy patch that she had rested at, Fawnleaf collected her snake and was about to carry her kills into the heart of the oasis when she scented Lightfeather and Sandflower. Intrigued, she followed the scent until the two she-cats where in sight. Pausing, Fawnleaf waved her tail in greeting as she continued to approach the two she-cats. When she was only a few body-lengths away, she placed he prey on the ground so that she might greet her Clan-mates. "Hello Lightfeather, Sandflower, how are you? Is the prey running well?" she asked."

[Amber]

He looks very nice, a great addition to ThunderClan.

Accepted.

Mentor is pending for now, until the activity check is over.