Post by Heathclaw on May 27, 2011 14:36:36 GMT -6
Name: Bramblethorn
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: ...
Love Interest: ... feh.
Kin:
Tigerstripe (Brother, WC. Estranged.)
Heathfur (Father, WC)
Nightfeather (Mother, SC)
Description: Bramblethorn is a light-weight cat, with a coat of medium brown tabby fur, messily striped. His figure is smaller than that of most cats- he leans more towards finesse and agility than raw strength. His posture is pert, attentive, and he keeps himself well-groomed at all times. His tail is somewhat thicker and longer than that of other cats, and he has wide paws. Last of all, his eyes are a gleaming yellow, and are often hooded by a look of disdain. A typical first impression of seeing Bramblethorn is like seeing a rose in Leaf-Bare. It's only when you get close that you realize that the handsome rose is frozen solid.
While this cat appears handsome, if aloof normally, he changes very subtly during combat, or when expressing anger. At those times, he carries himself with an even greater amount of emotional detachment, and radiates an aura of cold malevolence. It's rather unsettling to behold.
Personality: Bramblethorn is a cynic, realist, and pessimist. The experiences that this cat has had in life have taught him that the only cat you can count on is yourself. Bonds of love, trust, and friendship are fragile, breakable, and wind up causing unnecessary pain.
Now, this doesn't mean that Bramblethorn goes out of his way to act like a jerk to others. Other cats are useful allies to have around, after all, and are often easy to manipulate with a smile and a friendly voice. But in the end, Bramblethorn can count on only himself.
It if for that reason that this cat has an almost fanatical obsession with perfection. He takes his duties and training with the utmost seriousness, spending his time practicing, perfecting, and sometimes even improving on the techniques that he comes across. With a sharp mind and a hard work ethic (and no time wasted by bothering with "friends") this cat could be considered a young prodigy. This stems not from a desire to be "the best", but rather from a fear of being found powerless, and a fear of being rejected should his secret be exposed.
History: Tigerkit and his brother Bramblekit began life in a ShadowClan nursery. They were half-Clan cats- their father, Heathfur, was from WindClan, while their mother, Nightfeather came from ShadowClan. Of course, the two kits had no knowledge of this, secure in the innocence of newborns. Well, until their second moon, when their mother took them out for a "secret" adventure in the woods. That adventure turned out to be a rendezvous with their father. Having never seen the strange cat before, the two kits were understandably concerned- doubly so when a contingent of WindClan warriors sprang up to join the lone cat.
The next few moments were chaos- amidst the whirling bodies, Bramblekit felt himself being picked up by his scruff and hauled away by his mother as she fled. When they were safely back in the nursery, Bramblekit tried to ask his mother what happened, but she shushed him, and told him to forget this night, and forget that he ever had a brother. Life became very lonely for Bramblekit from that day.
But youth is nothing if not inquisitive, and in time Bramblekit managed to wheedle the information out of Nightfeather. What he learned shocked him. He felt his mother's bitter feelings of betrayal at the sudden ambush planned by his father at the rendezvous, and at the same time, he felt some resentment of his own. The foolish actions of his parents had made life hard for all of them- to be half Clan was a black mark, a sign of weakness, a target for the bigoted. Bramblekit changed on that day. Before his apprenticeship began, he learned his first vital lesson: Trust no one but yourself.
He was especially careful to keep his heritage a secret as he grew, now willfully banishing the memory of his brother. He went into training with a gusto and focus that was virtually unprecedented among apprentices. He never got close with his denmates, but they mattered little to him. All that mattered was that he become the best warrior he could. It was his insurance. He was pleasantly surprised when he was made warrior early- it was a testament to his achievement. But he would continue- he would persevere, until he found a solid place in this world.
Other: Bramblethorn's half-Clan heritage is a closely guarded secret. Unless you have a stonkin' great reason, no Clan cat should know that he's half-Clan.
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Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: ...
Love Interest: ... feh.
Kin:
Tigerstripe (Brother, WC. Estranged.)
Heathfur (Father, WC)
Nightfeather (Mother, SC)
Description: Bramblethorn is a light-weight cat, with a coat of medium brown tabby fur, messily striped. His figure is smaller than that of most cats- he leans more towards finesse and agility than raw strength. His posture is pert, attentive, and he keeps himself well-groomed at all times. His tail is somewhat thicker and longer than that of other cats, and he has wide paws. Last of all, his eyes are a gleaming yellow, and are often hooded by a look of disdain. A typical first impression of seeing Bramblethorn is like seeing a rose in Leaf-Bare. It's only when you get close that you realize that the handsome rose is frozen solid.
While this cat appears handsome, if aloof normally, he changes very subtly during combat, or when expressing anger. At those times, he carries himself with an even greater amount of emotional detachment, and radiates an aura of cold malevolence. It's rather unsettling to behold.
Personality: Bramblethorn is a cynic, realist, and pessimist. The experiences that this cat has had in life have taught him that the only cat you can count on is yourself. Bonds of love, trust, and friendship are fragile, breakable, and wind up causing unnecessary pain.
Now, this doesn't mean that Bramblethorn goes out of his way to act like a jerk to others. Other cats are useful allies to have around, after all, and are often easy to manipulate with a smile and a friendly voice. But in the end, Bramblethorn can count on only himself.
It if for that reason that this cat has an almost fanatical obsession with perfection. He takes his duties and training with the utmost seriousness, spending his time practicing, perfecting, and sometimes even improving on the techniques that he comes across. With a sharp mind and a hard work ethic (and no time wasted by bothering with "friends") this cat could be considered a young prodigy. This stems not from a desire to be "the best", but rather from a fear of being found powerless, and a fear of being rejected should his secret be exposed.
History: Tigerkit and his brother Bramblekit began life in a ShadowClan nursery. They were half-Clan cats- their father, Heathfur, was from WindClan, while their mother, Nightfeather came from ShadowClan. Of course, the two kits had no knowledge of this, secure in the innocence of newborns. Well, until their second moon, when their mother took them out for a "secret" adventure in the woods. That adventure turned out to be a rendezvous with their father. Having never seen the strange cat before, the two kits were understandably concerned- doubly so when a contingent of WindClan warriors sprang up to join the lone cat.
The next few moments were chaos- amidst the whirling bodies, Bramblekit felt himself being picked up by his scruff and hauled away by his mother as she fled. When they were safely back in the nursery, Bramblekit tried to ask his mother what happened, but she shushed him, and told him to forget this night, and forget that he ever had a brother. Life became very lonely for Bramblekit from that day.
But youth is nothing if not inquisitive, and in time Bramblekit managed to wheedle the information out of Nightfeather. What he learned shocked him. He felt his mother's bitter feelings of betrayal at the sudden ambush planned by his father at the rendezvous, and at the same time, he felt some resentment of his own. The foolish actions of his parents had made life hard for all of them- to be half Clan was a black mark, a sign of weakness, a target for the bigoted. Bramblekit changed on that day. Before his apprenticeship began, he learned his first vital lesson: Trust no one but yourself.
He was especially careful to keep his heritage a secret as he grew, now willfully banishing the memory of his brother. He went into training with a gusto and focus that was virtually unprecedented among apprentices. He never got close with his denmates, but they mattered little to him. All that mattered was that he become the best warrior he could. It was his insurance. He was pleasantly surprised when he was made warrior early- it was a testament to his achievement. But he would continue- he would persevere, until he found a solid place in this world.
Other: Bramblethorn's half-Clan heritage is a closely guarded secret. Unless you have a stonkin' great reason, no Clan cat should know that he's half-Clan.
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