Briarheart, Male Warrior of ThunderClan

[`s қ y . x x]

Name:
Briarheart

Clan:
ThunderClan

Position:
Warrior

Age:
15 Moons

Gender:
Tom

Peltage:
As a young kit, Briarheart was a small, dark-earth tabby with large amber eyes. “Weak” was written all over his spindly limbs and fearful eyes. Being the runt of the litter, Briarheart was certainly the inferior kit.

Now, Briarheart has grown into himself. Thick, strong muscles ripple across broad shoulders, and power builds in his hind legs as he’s preparing to spring. Briarheart's tail is of a normal length, though it is a bit bushier than that of a normal short hair cat’s tail. His face is of the normal American Short hair breed; low, protruding nose sets the base for his face, and round, faintly almond shaped eyes sit in the center of the face, accented by standard ears, tufted with long black hair. Pearly white fangs protrude from a muzzle below his nose, and long black whiskers extrude from each side of his face. Briarheart's eyes are a gorgeous light green. Amber hints around the edges of thin pupils, and flecks of forest-green cast out like a burning gossamer film over the eye.

A dark earthen-hued pelt adorns him, though it is dotted with scars. Long black strips cut into his sides, like charred fur. After the fire, the fur that grew on top of the burn marks turned a deep, irrevocable onyx. A long gash runs from under his left eye to the center of his throat shaded the color of soil beneath leagues of water. Another scar similarly colored runs nearly the full length of his tail. A distinct “M” shape is etched into his forehead in the same charcoal hue. Ebony claws jut out of lighter hewn paws, and tough black paw pads support the cat’s weight.

Picture:
[[Clicky]]

Personality:
Briarheart much resembles his old mentor, Rat-tail. Because the two were together so often and for so long, a bond deeper than simple mentor-apprentice, perhaps even deeper than a family bond, formed. Briarheart became quite a bit like his mentor, although he still retained some qualities of this own. Like Rat-tail, Briarheart is a bit gruff, although he mostly maintains his original polite and easy-to-please nature. Eager to help, Briarheart is always around, especially if it is a border patrol. He absolutely loves to go patrolling. Something about being able to scent the boundaries, and protect his clan, if need be, really motivates him. Contrary to that, he thoroughly despises hunting. He finds it a tedious, repetitive task. Any chance he gets, he’s off to patrol, but if it’s a hunting party it’s, “Oh yeah… I’ll be there in a minute!” –walks off–

This tom is an excellent fighter, but he has values too. Rat-tail taught him the honor system, and the laws of StarClan in a fight. Briarheart will not attack a clan member, no matter how much he is goaded. With other clans, he will avoid a possible fight, but if there is no other option, he’ll attack. In a battle, he is cool-headed, and will never enter a rage. Only direct disrespect to Rat-tail’s memory will make his claws fight with fury. Loners and rogues however, Briarheart will avoid. He knows well enough that he will lose his head around loners and rogues. After all, he did receive his warrior status from attacking a band of loners. Should a loner or rogue try to join ThunderClan, then he would introduce himself, and try to act civilized, but he would do it with gritted teeth.

Briarheart would love to train an apprentice, and pass on Rat-tail’s wisdom. Unfortunately, he has not yet had an apprentice, but he looks forward to training one someday. Unlike most warriors, he had yet to understand that rules are made for one’s own safety. As a kit, he learned that “hot” really does mean hot. He had seen an abandoned Twoleg fire, and he ran up to touch it. Briarheart lives his life on “trial by error”, and most of his life stories are of times when he tested the rules. (He’s found out that ShadowClan's border” is not to be crossed under any circumstances, and that RiverClan's river is deep, and it’s hard to breath in it.)

IC:
-From Watching the Clouds, Warriors; dark legend-
-Using the Character Sparrow of windclan (Changed to Briarheart)-

Long, thin limbs stretched to their limits, lifting the thin, muscular body of the ThunderClan tom up as he moved quickly and swiftly through the trees. His emerald and hazel eyes were narrowed in a thin slit of consentration. The tom's dark brown pelt rippled with strength with every stride.

He was Briarheart, cat of the trees, the runt of the litter and the last member of his family within the clan. Cat that lived alone, body and soul, without the worry of 'starclan' to stop him. 'Trial and error' was the only thought that guided him through the days.

Briarheart leapt through the trees and onto a rock just outside the forest, looking out across the plain as the wind blew through his fur, ruffling it as a great gust blew past him and knocked him forward as he rolled down the hill, managing to stop himself on his back next to Dreamfeather.

'Beautiful ain't it?' Briarheart mewed quietly in Dreamflower's ear, his shoulder burshing softly against hers as he looked fondly at the she-cat next to him, the only cat to ever be his friend and not treat him like an outcast and a total loser.

Code:
Blood.

[::Fawn::]

Obviously accepted ^^
nice job.