Post by blackie on Feb 17, 2009 17:41:22 GMT -5
Name: Brackenpaw, Previous names:Brackenkit, Future names:Brackenfire
Moons: Brackenpaw is 10 moons old
Picture:
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Apprentice
Short Description: Brackenpaw is a mottled brown tom with stunning blue-green eyes
Description:
Pelt Length/feel-His hair is medium length, however in the winter it tends to be longer than usual. It keeps him warm in the winter, however in the warmer weather it can be a burden to carry around. Sometimes he gets over heated. If a human hand were to touch the fur of Brackenpaw, it would have a sleek, silky feel because of his diet which consists of fish, and other water beings.
Pelt color-His pelt consists of many shades of brown. The darkest shade is like a black that takes of most of his pelt, however it breaks up into lighter colors such as lighter browns, and under his chin there is a smudge of tan. Even though it cannot be seen very well. On one of his toes on each paw there are small white strands of fur. However this is only noticeable if you look closely in bright light.
Eyes-His eyes are oval and pointed on the sides. They are a little closer together than most Riverclan cats would be, however it isn't to noticeable. When you stare into his eyes, you can see the distinct colors of blue and green. The blue is like the sky, and when it mixes with the green it turns into a nice color of the ocean.
Personality:
Loyal-He does not like rouges joining into clans. He finds it silly. He does not respect cats like that and think they will only be loyal to other rouges. He also finds that cats who have forbidden loves aren't loyal to their main clan. He is a ratter and tends to tell the leader when things like this are happening. He himself doesn't strictly obey the warrior code, but small pieces of it he enforces.
Fierce-He isn't the kindest cat you will ever meet. In battle he is a powerhouse, however he isn't the brightest. He likes to go for a straight attack. He isn't the nicest to the other cats in his clan. Anyone who has the time to sit around all day and not get anything done is a cat who he will not respect. The hard workers are the cats he appreciates the most.
Charming-Believe or not, this time is quite popular with the she-cats. He thinks they are the hardest working in the clan. They have to take care of kits, they hunt, they train apprentices, he gives them the most respect. Perhaps this is why he likes the she-cats so much. He is the nicest to them, and their kits as well. Maybe that's why he is respected by she-cats from most clans.
Flirt-What tom doesn't flirt once in awhile? He is a good looking tom. Sometimes he uses it to his advantage. However he knows where to cross the line. Yes he is popular with the she-cats, but he has yet to take on a full mate. He says that flirting with another makes a she-cats personality come out. That's how he knows whether or not she's worth keeping.
Headstrong-Brackenpaw is still considered young. He has always been a headstrong kind of tom. He never thinks he is wrong. When it comes to the clan, everything he does is the right thing. He generally doesn't go to war , but even given advice, he will not take it. He knows he looks good and tends to use it to his advantage. Even if he is "ALWAYS" right and "NEVER" wrong he is still a loyal cat to Shadowclan
history
Kit hood- He grew up with a Mother known as Birdcloud, she was a gray she-cat with lovely brown markings, and a father known as Bramblesun, a mottled brown tom with fiery amber eyes. He was lucky enough to have two other siblings, a sister named Dawnkit, now known as Dawnpaw, and an older brother named Rockfall. He always stuck around his brother, it was cool to have an older brother who was a warrior. He knew that he wouldn't have any other siblings since his mother had always talking about her frail joints, and his father had always talked about is horrid eye sight. The thought of being a kit and your own father couldn't play with you was rather disappointing. However when the young tom turned 4 moons old, he would gain the personality that no cat would want to see. Arrogant, mean, fierce, all because he would lose someone who meant so much to him, that when he died it was the most tragic event that the young tom would have to go through.
When he turned four moons old, Shadowclans leader talked about a threat coming from the possible clan across the marshes. Also known as Riverclan. Shadowclan's sent Rockfall, Soulpaw, and a few others out as a warning. Apparently they had been crossing boarders in order to get prey that the clan apparently needed to stay alive and be one of the four clans in the forest. Out of the group one didn't come back. The one cat that at the time Brackenkit feared losing in that battle. Rockfall had been killed by a Shadowclan warrior. Yes his death was avenged but not in the right way. When Brackenkit got this news, he unsheathed his claws and promised that his death wouldn't have been for nothing.
Apprentice hood- He trains for his brother Rockfall. He can't stand to see or hear all the cats still talk about this battle even though it has been 6 moons since. He wants to be a cat like Rockfall. He knows his arrogance to the cats and cats who are weaker then him wont get him anywhere but he has to try. Maybe one day he will turn out like his brother. A cat that would be the first in battle just to protect his clan. His brothers last words were."Let me die first so the clan and its warriors and apprentices stay safe." He indeed was the first to die, and he will be the only cat that he ever loves to die again. Maybe one day he will be the first one to die for the safety of his clan. Maybe he will realize that a clan works together its all one unit. Not a bunch of separate ones. He trains today to be strong, to get the cat who killed his brother. However with revenge swimming in his mind, he will get no where
Ic post
His green eyes were swirled with jade and blue. His eyes were wide, and alert. A light snow had sparkled with ground with a pillow of downy white flakes that chilled the fur, yet made ones pelt sparkle. A distant memory flooded his mind. The memory of his mother that was once gentle and kind was no longer with him. Mockingbird, aside from Skypaw, was the only other cat he could connect with.
He closed his eyes and suddenly was washed away into a fiery pit of nightmares.....Foam seemed to drip from her mouth. Snowkit watched as his mother's ratty claws dug into her clan mates. This wasn't like her. She was so loyal and kind yet, when she sunk her claws into other cats, days later they were ill with the same thing.
He watched in fear as she grew weak. If Windclan's leader let her, she would have infected the whole clan. Her last moments her infected claws dug into the apprentices eyes. Snowkit was able to move so only his left eye was caught. He felt pain for the first time. He mewled innocently. How could his mother do this to him. However, that thought was pulled away at the thought of his sister."I must protect Skykit....."
A soft whisper woke him. His left eye, infected with something that not even a medicine cat could know if. The voice relaxed him. He flicked his tail up and down to inform whoever was speaking to him that he was able to hear them.
A harsh mew interrupted his relaxed thoughts."I wanted to mentor my son and teach him to be the best warrior! How can he be of any use if his left eye wont even open. When it does I know he can't see out of it! Falconbreeze was enraged with pain. He had always promised with his guidence that he would be the most respected warrior in the forest."Blizzardheart you better tell me, if my son will ever see out of that eye again. If not, I am ashamed to call him my son!
Blizzardheart looked up. His eyes seemed to have a shocked. Yes he had the mean sense of humor, and when a kit messed up his herbs it was frustrating,but to walk out on your son because he might not see in his left eye, that was something he would not tolerate."Listen here, just because your son may not see does not mean you walk out on him. I'm blind in my right eye and I do just fine!" The tom spat his words in a harsh tone."You walk out on your son, and you just might lose my respect..." Not that he really cared. Snowpaw wouldn't get special treatment. Once he was able to go on being an annoying kit like most were, he would forget about it. However, he would blind, just like him."I want you to walk out of this den and don't you dare come back!"
His brown pelt bristled. His eyes fumed with an anger never seen before."Why we have a rouge like you in this clan beats me, but if in a few days he has not gotten his sight back, he will not be my son... I will not have a weak cat be known as my kin!" He curled his lip showing his silver fangs, before turning around leaving his son in the paws of the rouge he cared about nothing as he thought....
Snowkit listened intently, his only parent he had left.... was leaving him because he was blind? A small whimper escaped from the back of his throat. Why would he do this to him? He blinked away what would soon to be tears. He had no one but Skykit left. Shrewkit would follow behind Falconbreeze with the harsh look at life. Skykit would still be there for him. At least, that's what he hoped.
His blue eyes watched the tom go."About time that piece of mousedung left my den.." He drew his lip back as well and looked down at the kit that lay before him. He had the same snow white pelt, he to blind. He shook his head, he knew that he would never see again, but how could he treat his son like this....."
Snowpaw woke from that memory. Each day he had to watch his father's eyes glare at him. Only because of his left eye. Snowpaw let out the same whimper as he did a couple of moons ago. He missed his father. No, he didn't have a father, he had no one now. He would like to say that Falconbreeze was his father, but like Blizzardheart had said, what father would walk out on his son. Shystar had made him an apprentice, however he would not receive a mentor until Blizzardheart decided who he wanted as an apprentice.
Snowpaw longed to be in there again. It was relaxing. Even though Blizzardheart wasn't the kindest cat ever Snowpaw saw something else. He saw a cat who wasn't trusted because he had been a rouge. Snowpaw wanted to be an apprentice. At least then he could say he had someone in his life...beside the father who left him because he was the burden in the clan.
Codeword-2009
Other-I like detail.....
Moons: Brackenpaw is 10 moons old
Picture:
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Apprentice
Short Description: Brackenpaw is a mottled brown tom with stunning blue-green eyes
Description:
Pelt Length/feel-His hair is medium length, however in the winter it tends to be longer than usual. It keeps him warm in the winter, however in the warmer weather it can be a burden to carry around. Sometimes he gets over heated. If a human hand were to touch the fur of Brackenpaw, it would have a sleek, silky feel because of his diet which consists of fish, and other water beings.
Pelt color-His pelt consists of many shades of brown. The darkest shade is like a black that takes of most of his pelt, however it breaks up into lighter colors such as lighter browns, and under his chin there is a smudge of tan. Even though it cannot be seen very well. On one of his toes on each paw there are small white strands of fur. However this is only noticeable if you look closely in bright light.
Eyes-His eyes are oval and pointed on the sides. They are a little closer together than most Riverclan cats would be, however it isn't to noticeable. When you stare into his eyes, you can see the distinct colors of blue and green. The blue is like the sky, and when it mixes with the green it turns into a nice color of the ocean.
Personality:
Loyal-He does not like rouges joining into clans. He finds it silly. He does not respect cats like that and think they will only be loyal to other rouges. He also finds that cats who have forbidden loves aren't loyal to their main clan. He is a ratter and tends to tell the leader when things like this are happening. He himself doesn't strictly obey the warrior code, but small pieces of it he enforces.
Fierce-He isn't the kindest cat you will ever meet. In battle he is a powerhouse, however he isn't the brightest. He likes to go for a straight attack. He isn't the nicest to the other cats in his clan. Anyone who has the time to sit around all day and not get anything done is a cat who he will not respect. The hard workers are the cats he appreciates the most.
Charming-Believe or not, this time is quite popular with the she-cats. He thinks they are the hardest working in the clan. They have to take care of kits, they hunt, they train apprentices, he gives them the most respect. Perhaps this is why he likes the she-cats so much. He is the nicest to them, and their kits as well. Maybe that's why he is respected by she-cats from most clans.
Flirt-What tom doesn't flirt once in awhile? He is a good looking tom. Sometimes he uses it to his advantage. However he knows where to cross the line. Yes he is popular with the she-cats, but he has yet to take on a full mate. He says that flirting with another makes a she-cats personality come out. That's how he knows whether or not she's worth keeping.
Headstrong-Brackenpaw is still considered young. He has always been a headstrong kind of tom. He never thinks he is wrong. When it comes to the clan, everything he does is the right thing. He generally doesn't go to war , but even given advice, he will not take it. He knows he looks good and tends to use it to his advantage. Even if he is "ALWAYS" right and "NEVER" wrong he is still a loyal cat to Shadowclan
history
Kit hood- He grew up with a Mother known as Birdcloud, she was a gray she-cat with lovely brown markings, and a father known as Bramblesun, a mottled brown tom with fiery amber eyes. He was lucky enough to have two other siblings, a sister named Dawnkit, now known as Dawnpaw, and an older brother named Rockfall. He always stuck around his brother, it was cool to have an older brother who was a warrior. He knew that he wouldn't have any other siblings since his mother had always talking about her frail joints, and his father had always talked about is horrid eye sight. The thought of being a kit and your own father couldn't play with you was rather disappointing. However when the young tom turned 4 moons old, he would gain the personality that no cat would want to see. Arrogant, mean, fierce, all because he would lose someone who meant so much to him, that when he died it was the most tragic event that the young tom would have to go through.
When he turned four moons old, Shadowclans leader talked about a threat coming from the possible clan across the marshes. Also known as Riverclan. Shadowclan's sent Rockfall, Soulpaw, and a few others out as a warning. Apparently they had been crossing boarders in order to get prey that the clan apparently needed to stay alive and be one of the four clans in the forest. Out of the group one didn't come back. The one cat that at the time Brackenkit feared losing in that battle. Rockfall had been killed by a Shadowclan warrior. Yes his death was avenged but not in the right way. When Brackenkit got this news, he unsheathed his claws and promised that his death wouldn't have been for nothing.
Apprentice hood- He trains for his brother Rockfall. He can't stand to see or hear all the cats still talk about this battle even though it has been 6 moons since. He wants to be a cat like Rockfall. He knows his arrogance to the cats and cats who are weaker then him wont get him anywhere but he has to try. Maybe one day he will turn out like his brother. A cat that would be the first in battle just to protect his clan. His brothers last words were."Let me die first so the clan and its warriors and apprentices stay safe." He indeed was the first to die, and he will be the only cat that he ever loves to die again. Maybe one day he will be the first one to die for the safety of his clan. Maybe he will realize that a clan works together its all one unit. Not a bunch of separate ones. He trains today to be strong, to get the cat who killed his brother. However with revenge swimming in his mind, he will get no where
Ic post
His green eyes were swirled with jade and blue. His eyes were wide, and alert. A light snow had sparkled with ground with a pillow of downy white flakes that chilled the fur, yet made ones pelt sparkle. A distant memory flooded his mind. The memory of his mother that was once gentle and kind was no longer with him. Mockingbird, aside from Skypaw, was the only other cat he could connect with.
He closed his eyes and suddenly was washed away into a fiery pit of nightmares.....Foam seemed to drip from her mouth. Snowkit watched as his mother's ratty claws dug into her clan mates. This wasn't like her. She was so loyal and kind yet, when she sunk her claws into other cats, days later they were ill with the same thing.
He watched in fear as she grew weak. If Windclan's leader let her, she would have infected the whole clan. Her last moments her infected claws dug into the apprentices eyes. Snowkit was able to move so only his left eye was caught. He felt pain for the first time. He mewled innocently. How could his mother do this to him. However, that thought was pulled away at the thought of his sister."I must protect Skykit....."
A soft whisper woke him. His left eye, infected with something that not even a medicine cat could know if. The voice relaxed him. He flicked his tail up and down to inform whoever was speaking to him that he was able to hear them.
A harsh mew interrupted his relaxed thoughts."I wanted to mentor my son and teach him to be the best warrior! How can he be of any use if his left eye wont even open. When it does I know he can't see out of it! Falconbreeze was enraged with pain. He had always promised with his guidence that he would be the most respected warrior in the forest."Blizzardheart you better tell me, if my son will ever see out of that eye again. If not, I am ashamed to call him my son!
Blizzardheart looked up. His eyes seemed to have a shocked. Yes he had the mean sense of humor, and when a kit messed up his herbs it was frustrating,but to walk out on your son because he might not see in his left eye, that was something he would not tolerate."Listen here, just because your son may not see does not mean you walk out on him. I'm blind in my right eye and I do just fine!" The tom spat his words in a harsh tone."You walk out on your son, and you just might lose my respect..." Not that he really cared. Snowpaw wouldn't get special treatment. Once he was able to go on being an annoying kit like most were, he would forget about it. However, he would blind, just like him."I want you to walk out of this den and don't you dare come back!"
His brown pelt bristled. His eyes fumed with an anger never seen before."Why we have a rouge like you in this clan beats me, but if in a few days he has not gotten his sight back, he will not be my son... I will not have a weak cat be known as my kin!" He curled his lip showing his silver fangs, before turning around leaving his son in the paws of the rouge he cared about nothing as he thought....
Snowkit listened intently, his only parent he had left.... was leaving him because he was blind? A small whimper escaped from the back of his throat. Why would he do this to him? He blinked away what would soon to be tears. He had no one but Skykit left. Shrewkit would follow behind Falconbreeze with the harsh look at life. Skykit would still be there for him. At least, that's what he hoped.
His blue eyes watched the tom go."About time that piece of mousedung left my den.." He drew his lip back as well and looked down at the kit that lay before him. He had the same snow white pelt, he to blind. He shook his head, he knew that he would never see again, but how could he treat his son like this....."
Snowpaw woke from that memory. Each day he had to watch his father's eyes glare at him. Only because of his left eye. Snowpaw let out the same whimper as he did a couple of moons ago. He missed his father. No, he didn't have a father, he had no one now. He would like to say that Falconbreeze was his father, but like Blizzardheart had said, what father would walk out on his son. Shystar had made him an apprentice, however he would not receive a mentor until Blizzardheart decided who he wanted as an apprentice.
Snowpaw longed to be in there again. It was relaxing. Even though Blizzardheart wasn't the kindest cat ever Snowpaw saw something else. He saw a cat who wasn't trusted because he had been a rouge. Snowpaw wanted to be an apprentice. At least then he could say he had someone in his life...beside the father who left him because he was the burden in the clan.
Codeword-2009
Other-I like detail.....
