Post by deady {♥} on Jun 17, 2009 1:20:46 GMT -5
deady
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Thirty moons
Tomcat
Warrior of SkyClan
Broad-shouldered and sleek, Brackenheart has a dark tabby pattern. His undercoat is tan, but it's severely crossed by dark brown and black stripes that give him an overall dark appearance. He is big-boned and tall, with a thick, black-tipped tail. He steps lightly on surprisingly dainty paws, but his back legs are especially muscular and make it easier for him to propel himself into trees. He has pale amber eyes rimmed in black and tan fur.
AmbitionLoyaltyLove
Brackenheart is ambitious--most definitely he longs to be leader--but he sticks to the warrior code like honey. He is loyal to his Clan as if his Clan was his brain--if he was separated from them he would die. He sometimes finds himself confused when making decisions, and he often makes the wrong one for himself even when it's slightly better for the Clan.
Regardless of his dependence on the Clan, he avoids too much contact with other cats, but he isn't particularly unfriendly. He merely prefers watching and listening rather than talking, and is generally introspective.
He takes special interest in the young cats of the Clan, and loves mentoring. Watching apprentices be made warriors give him a thrill, knowing that it is helping his Clan grow stonger. He is very fair and gives out orders with authority, and he keeps his head easily.
Brackenheart is generally a very calm cat, not to be angered or provoked easily. He prefers taking a rational approach to things, and would almost always rather talk than fight.
Learning | Love | Life
Brackenkit was born second in a litter of three, but he outlived his two sisters, being the sole kit to make it through the bout of greencough that spread to the entire family. He made it to apprenticeship alone, and he was assigned to a pretty she-cat named Brokensong.
Brackenpaw flourished under her training, and was ready to become a warrior in almost no time at all. He and Brokensong were closer than most mentor-apprentice pairs, and when Brackenpaw was made a warrior, they allowed their love to blossom.
But Brackenheart's love was torn away when Brokensong was killed by a badger when she led a patrol to send it away from the Clan. He was broken-hearted for a long time before he realized wallowing wouldn't help him. For this reason, he threw himself into mentoring, helping other warriors with their apprentices as often as he could, because knowing that they would one day grow up to defend the Clan reminds him of what Brokensong had dedicated and lost her life to.
xx
Dappled sunlight was filtered gently through the towering pine trees. The scarce undergrowth was green and lush, and the air was full of the scent of life. Beauty was all around.
But all was lost on the young she-cat staring at the small indent beneath a bush, her heart full of anger and pain. She thought she could still smell the warm scent of her mother and brother in the faint indent in the soft needles. She could swear she could still see the gray dappled flanks of her mother curled in the nest, watching the surroundings carefully as her kits played. She could see her brother's ginger-furred sides rising and falling in his sleep. And in a flash of blood, she could see the same red flanks lying totally still near the Thunderpath.
And angry black paw struck out, obliterating the last remains of a nest. Suddenly remorseful, the eight-moon-old she-cat pulled the pine needles back into a messy pile. Longing desperately for a taste of her old life, Todd turned in a circle and curled up in the center of the nest in the cool shade of the bush. Dappled shadows cast a strange light on her jet black pelt, her eyes reflecting the sunlight slightly. Those bright yellow eyes closed, and in her last conscious thought before the bliss of sleep, her heart hardened.
Thirty moons
Tomcat
Warrior of SkyClan
Broad-shouldered and sleek, Brackenheart has a dark tabby pattern. His undercoat is tan, but it's severely crossed by dark brown and black stripes that give him an overall dark appearance. He is big-boned and tall, with a thick, black-tipped tail. He steps lightly on surprisingly dainty paws, but his back legs are especially muscular and make it easier for him to propel himself into trees. He has pale amber eyes rimmed in black and tan fur.
AmbitionLoyaltyLove
Brackenheart is ambitious--most definitely he longs to be leader--but he sticks to the warrior code like honey. He is loyal to his Clan as if his Clan was his brain--if he was separated from them he would die. He sometimes finds himself confused when making decisions, and he often makes the wrong one for himself even when it's slightly better for the Clan.
Regardless of his dependence on the Clan, he avoids too much contact with other cats, but he isn't particularly unfriendly. He merely prefers watching and listening rather than talking, and is generally introspective.
He takes special interest in the young cats of the Clan, and loves mentoring. Watching apprentices be made warriors give him a thrill, knowing that it is helping his Clan grow stonger. He is very fair and gives out orders with authority, and he keeps his head easily.
Brackenheart is generally a very calm cat, not to be angered or provoked easily. He prefers taking a rational approach to things, and would almost always rather talk than fight.
Learning | Love | Life
Brackenkit was born second in a litter of three, but he outlived his two sisters, being the sole kit to make it through the bout of greencough that spread to the entire family. He made it to apprenticeship alone, and he was assigned to a pretty she-cat named Brokensong.
Brackenpaw flourished under her training, and was ready to become a warrior in almost no time at all. He and Brokensong were closer than most mentor-apprentice pairs, and when Brackenpaw was made a warrior, they allowed their love to blossom.
But Brackenheart's love was torn away when Brokensong was killed by a badger when she led a patrol to send it away from the Clan. He was broken-hearted for a long time before he realized wallowing wouldn't help him. For this reason, he threw himself into mentoring, helping other warriors with their apprentices as often as he could, because knowing that they would one day grow up to defend the Clan reminds him of what Brokensong had dedicated and lost her life to.
xx
Dappled sunlight was filtered gently through the towering pine trees. The scarce undergrowth was green and lush, and the air was full of the scent of life. Beauty was all around.
But all was lost on the young she-cat staring at the small indent beneath a bush, her heart full of anger and pain. She thought she could still smell the warm scent of her mother and brother in the faint indent in the soft needles. She could swear she could still see the gray dappled flanks of her mother curled in the nest, watching the surroundings carefully as her kits played. She could see her brother's ginger-furred sides rising and falling in his sleep. And in a flash of blood, she could see the same red flanks lying totally still near the Thunderpath.
And angry black paw struck out, obliterating the last remains of a nest. Suddenly remorseful, the eight-moon-old she-cat pulled the pine needles back into a messy pile. Longing desperately for a taste of her old life, Todd turned in a circle and curled up in the center of the nest in the cool shade of the bush. Dappled shadows cast a strange light on her jet black pelt, her eyes reflecting the sunlight slightly. Those bright yellow eyes closed, and in her last conscious thought before the bliss of sleep, her heart hardened.
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