Post by ☆ Y e l l o w ☆ on Aug 12, 2009 16:46:32 GMT -6
Name: Brackenpelt
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Apprentice: Rainpaw
Rank: Warrior
M/C: Open, I guess. xP
Kin:
Falconeyes- Brother (Spike)
Description: Brackenpelt is an impressive cat, even looking scary if seen for the first time. He is very big, most of his massive size made of his large frame and strong muscles. He can be intimidating when he wants, and likes to use that to his advantage to make cats listen to him- more often younger cats. He is covered in heavy dark brown fur and has dark, black stripes placed closely together down his body. The thick stripes give the appearance that he has large black patches, and help him blend in well to the shadows and make him almost invisible at night. He has a thick, bushy tail tipped with black, and even more black stripes running down his tail and on his sides. Alert, pointed ears are covered with the same brown fur, and his short whiskers often go unnoticed from the other features on his face. His dark amber eyes glint like fire when he's angry, making him look more sinister without even trying. He truly is a scary cat- one that no sane creature would want to challenge and think they would get out unharmed.
Personality: Along with his dark appearance comes a dark personality. Normally quiet and cooperative, he goes along with what's best for the Clan. Occasionally he'll have a differentiating opinion and will stop at nothing to make sure he's heard. When he gets angry, he often doesn't explode from a huge temper, but instead locks it inside and grows bitter and spiteful. He can get very angry this way and often the anger comes out unexpectedly. He comes across as serious and strictly no-nonsense- that is exactly how he is. He doesn't care for trivial issues like gossip and drama between his Clan mates. All those things are too silly and are little interest to him. Also rather close-minded, he stubbornly sticks to his own opinions even if they go against the warrior code. Is he full of himself? Maybe a little. He tends to think his opinions are the right ones and won't listen if he's being told he's wrong.
History: Brackenkit was born into a litter of only two, with his brother Falconkit. Even as a kit, he was bigger than his brother. He was quite happy his first couple of moons, liking to play and fool around and even annoy the queens. Their father was rather strict about how the kits should be brought up and often argued with their mother, who was laid back and let them do what they wanted. Brackenkit didn't like to see his parents fighting but couldn't do anything about it, so he tried to ignore it as much as he could. He rarely did things he wasn't supposed to, fearing his father's anger. Instead he stayed close to Falconkit, the only one who seemed like he could understand. But even as he grew older, his resentment toward his father only increased. He was steadily growing darker and spiteful even to other cats he became angry at. He acted bitter and didn't care for much and all the while locking all of his feelings inside him. He found he couldn't wait until he was an apprentice so he would have other things to worry about than the arguing between his parents.
At last the day off the apprentice ceremony arrived, and he was given the new name of Brackenpaw. He was apprenticed to an experienced warrior, one who saw his strengths and knew how to make the best of them. He looked past Brackenpaw's irritated and unfriendly exterior and insisted on spending long hours training. The young apprentice showed enthusiasm during battle training, and he enjoyed that more than anything else. He loved the adrenaline rush and the feeling of battle, and learned quickly. He also showed skills for fishing, but it wasn't something he particularly liked. Brackenpaw finally had something else to worry about than his parents, who he still saw quarreling from time to time. He still tried to avoid his father as much as possible. On several occasions the two were stuck on patrols together, but at those times Brackenpaw simply ignored him and stuck to his mentor's side like glue.
About halfway through his apprenticeship, something unexpected happened. He was relaxing in camp when a patrol returned, carrying a body. It wasn't until he got a close up look that he recognized the dead cat as his father. The patrol had said there was an incident at the river, but wouldn't tell him anything more. Brackenpaw was completely shocked, for even though he hated his father he had never thought of him dead. He grieved for a short while, though truthfully he felt as if a weight had been lifted off of him. Most of his anger left, but he was never really the same. The bad memories from his kithood stayed with him; just because the scars were healed, that didn't mean they would go away. For the rest of his apprenticeship, he was able to fully keep his mind off of his troubling issues and concentrate on training.
After what seemed like ages, the day of the warrior ceremony finally arrived. It was a memorable day- probably the best day of the young cat's life. Brackenpaw was named Brackenpelt, and sat vigil with newly-named Falconeyes. He liked being a warrior, mostly because of his new freedom. He was calmer without as much pressure on him, yet he kept his darker side which came out occasionally. As he got older, he started having new views on how the Clans functioned. He formed his own opinions in certain things and became offended when they were shut down. This let to his bitterness returning. He would do whatever he thought was right or smart, and wouldn't listen when others tried to correct him.
Roleplay example: He's like a little Hawkfrost.
Other: I wanna do something evil with him. >x3
He now has a smexy new banner!
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