BRINDLEPELT, shadowclan warrior

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n a m e : Brindlepelt
a g e : 25 Moons
g e n d e r : She-cat
c l a n : ShadowClan
r a n k : Warrior
s t a t u s : Depressed as Hell
a p p r e n t i c e : None
l o v e . i n t e r e s t : Never Open...

d e s c r i p t i o n .

Delicate . Small . Grey and Cream . White Throat & Paws . Short Fur . Blue Eyes

Brindlepelt is quite small-boned, an unimposing creature who can be glimpsed traversing the shadows of her Clan's territory with quiet, shadowy grace. As a young cat, the most obvious way in which she differed from her sole littermate was her dappled coat. Brindlepelt's fur is a soft mixture of pale grey and cream, with white blossoming at her throat and tipping each of her paws. Her whiskers are feathery and soft as well, and the only features that stand out on her pale form are her small pink nose and her dark blue eyes. Although no cat will ever compare her to Lightfeather again, it's still extremely apparent that she is a quiet sort of she-cat, even without her bubbly sister standing next to her. Brindlepelt has a certain fragile beauty to her name, but she is far from breathtaking. She's the kind of cat to curl up in the shadows, well out of the limelight. Such things are not for her. In battle she is forced to use her small size and agility to the best of her ability, since she is well aware that she will never be able to physically overpower any full-grown warrior. Out of battle, her small form and quick reflexes prove their worth in another way; although not a notable fighter or tracker, she is known for being one of the best hunters in the Clan.

p e r s o n a l i t y .

Quiet . Focused . Introverted . Thoughtful . Reserved . Complex . Solemn . Watchful . Guarded . Reticent . Solitary . Self-Loathing

Always the quiet, reserved cat, Brindlepelt often sits alone with her own thoughts, brooding silently on matters which she will rarely speak aloud. A lifetime of constant loss has left her hesitant to dive into the whirling mixture of Clan relationships and ties, preferring instead to linger at the edges of groups and flow with the tide. Though a loyal Clan cat, she tends to stay away from strong bonds with any one cat, for it has brought her nothing but pain and misery in the past. She fears that if she becomes close so someone, they will only be taken away from her — just like her mother and brothers, when she was an apprentice, her unborn kits a few moons after becoming a warrior. Her two sisters, who died ten moons later and left her completely alone.

Brindlepelt speaks rarely, but she thinks constantly. When not on hunting or border patrols, she used to lie at the edge of camp and wonder about anything and everything. But with the recent death of her two sisters, she finds no solace in her own thoughts. It's common for her to slip out of camp in search of further seclusion, usually resulting in her disappearing for a day or more, returning with more prey than she can carry in one trip, or crawling back to camp exhausted after training past the limits of her endurance. Brindlepelt actively rejects attempts by any cat to get to know her. She cannot stand the presence of most other cats for long periods of time, partially resenting them for living when her kin have died, but most of all she detests herself, as if she was the sole cause of each death. Speaking to her Clanmates only reminds her of her guilt.

h i s t o r y .

As a kit, Brindlepelt was playful and happy. She loved her sister and mother, enjoyed playing and chasing, and loved listening to the elder's stories. Even as a young cat she was more thoughtful than her sister, though she hadn't developed the anti-social habits of her adulthood. She liked to listen to stories as often as possible and enjoyed puzzles and mysteries more than tussling with her sister, though of course she enjoyed that as well. When Brindlekit and Lightkit were five moons old, their mother told them that she was pregnant once again, this time by a different tom, and was expecting kits. The sisters felt a mixture of curiosity over the new lives and disappointment that they wouldn't be Doveflight's only kits, but for the next moon they maintained a relatively upbeat outlook on their future siblings.

When she and her sister were made apprentices, Brindlepaw was excited but nervous. Determined to do as well as she could, she started her training with intent focus and perseverance. It was shortly after she and Lightpaw were apprenticed that their mother gave birth to her second litter of kits, this time a she-kit and two toms. Brindlepaw found that she could easily like her younger siblings, and for the next while her life was everything she would have wanted it to be. But a few moons into the sisters' training, Doveflight died of greencough, and both of her sons soon followed her. Her remaining kit was old enough to have been weaned, and the other queens took careful care of her to help her get over her mother's death. But the sisters were devastated, especially Brindlepaw. The sensitive apprentice had loved her mother deeply, and come to care for her younger siblings a great deal. Though moons passed, it took a long time for her to get over her loss. Eventually she recovered, but from then on, Brindlepaw was a more hesitant cat.

A few more moons passed, and the two apprentices were given their warrior names. Lightpaw was called Lightfeather, and Brindlepaw became Brindlepelt. Shortly after becoming a warrior, Brindlepelt met a ThunderClan cat while at a gathering. His name was Greyface, and he was another young warrior. The two bonded quickly, and began meeting at the border between their territories between gatherings. Their affair was soon over, but Brindlepelt discovered that she was carrying his kits. Not sure what to do, she decided not to mention it until it was time for her to move into the nursery. But that time never came. About a moon into her pregnancy, Brindlepelt unexpectedly started having contractions. She gave birth to five small, underdeveloped kittens, who died even before she could get them to nurse. Devastated by her second loss in just a few seasons, Brindlepelt buried the kits and cleaned herself thoroughly before heading back to camp. From then on she was shy and reclusive, reluctant to form strong bonds with any cat in case they too should die and take part of her heart with them.

It was the day after she was assigned her first apprentice, Thornpaw, when Brindlepelt awoke from a restless sleep to accompany Snaketail, Lizardeye, and Twistedclaw on dawn patrol. The four of them made their way up the ThunderClan border and came across the scent of fox; while Lizardeye returned to camp to alert Speckledstar, Snaketail led the rest of the patrol in pursuit of the fox. The three of them found it after only a short time, surrounded it and attacked. In the end the fox was killed, but Brindlepelt was severely wounded in the process. She was bitten deeply in the shoulder and assisted hurriedly back to camp, but ShadowClan's medicine cat was nowhere to be found. With no other option, Specklestar made the decision to ask for ThunderClan's help. Earthfoot and Sagepaw were brought to treat Brindlepelt's shoulder. She lived... but it was a near thing. The young warrior would have a long time to spend in Feathercloud's den before she could return to her duties as warrior and mentor.

But return she did, and for a time Brindlepelt's life was not just returning to normal, but perhaps improving thanks to the continued company of Lizardeye, of all cats. She seemed to form an inexplicable connection with the quiet but observant tom. Yet her happiness was not to be. Two moons after she had been injured, a foolish pair of kits slipped out of camp and brought back a rat that they had proudly caught. Although the rat was disposed of, one of the kits had been bitten, and within days of his adventure, the kit succumbed to the nameless, rat-spread disease that he had unknowingly brought into the camp. Brindlepelt's sister, Lightfeather, visited the nursery often, and by the time the ill kit was quarantined, it was too late to stop the spread. First Lightfeather, then other cats in the Clan began to fall prey to the agonizing illness. Brindlepelt lost both of her remaining siblings in a matter of days.

The result on Brindlepelt was devastating. Just when she had been getting back on her feet from moons of accumulated injuries to her body and emotions, the young warrior was suddenly the last remaining kit of a long-dead mother. She had no close kin left, and could see little reason to continue her existence in the Clan. All of her progress from the day, ten moons ago, when she lost her kits, was swiftly, completely destroyed.

m o t h e r : Doveflight
f a t h e r : Brightfur
s i s t e r s : Lightfeather . Lightningclaw
b r o t h e r s : Minnowkit . Gingerkit

o t h e r .

Every Day Is Exactly The Same by Nine Inch Nails

I believe I can see the future,
'Cause I repeat the same routine.
I think I used to have a purpose,
But then again, that might have been a dream.
I think I used to have a voice;
Now I never make a sound.
I just do what I've been told.
I really don't want them to come around.

Oh, no.

Every day is exactly the same.
Every day is exactly the same.
There is no love here and there is no pain.
Every day is exactly the same.

[Amber]

Brindlepelt makes Amber feel all sad and lonely inside just reading the bio.

Anyways. She's ACCEPTED