Post by l y r i c ! on Nov 25, 2009 12:27:31 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Brackenheart
Name Explanation: Bracken- A tabby pelt. Heart- A clear minded, wise warrior.
Age: 56 moons.
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
APPEARANCE
Visual appearance.
Body Type: Tall, muscular.
Fur: A brown tabby tom with white and black markings.
Eyes: Holly-leaf green.
Markings: Tabby stripes and spots. Classic tabby 'm' on forehead.
Overall: Brackenheart is a large cat. With his broad shoulders and tall body, it is no doubt that he belongs to ThunderClan. Ever since he was born he had large paws; which in the species of a feline predicts that the cat will probably be big when he or she gets older. He has a long body, not just tall and muscular, but long as well. When he stretches out, he appears to be abnormally long. His tail itself adds to his length. His body packs hard muscle that he gained over moons of hard training through Green-Leaf, Leaf-Fall, Leaf-Bare, and New-Leaf. His muzzle is an average size for a cat like him, although his ears are distinctly tall, setting off the appearance of his face. Although his body may seem large, he is hardly above the size for the average ThunderClan warrior.
His fur is a mixture of browns, blacks, and whites, covering his body. There is a bit of tan mixed into the fur by his muzzle. At his lower chin, and along his chest and throat, the fur is white. The white fur stretches down his underbelly and skips to his two front paws. His hind paws are both brown with black tabby markings. His paws are soft and pink, like the average ThunderClan warrior. His tail is full of thick, bushy, black and brown fur. He has some archipelago-like spots on his right flank. Towards the center of his body, the fur is more black than any other color. There are few brown markings mixed into his fur. Brackenheart's nose is the color of pinkish-tan, surrounded by black.
His eyes are the color of holly-leaves in Green-Leaf. They are slightly pale, mixed with just a hint of yellow, but they are green all the same. His green eyes are surrounded by tufts of black fur that helps protect the corner of his eyes from any sunlight that tries to burn into them. Along his body are scars from the battles that most senior warriors obtain. He has an old gash in his left shoulder, than never faded into the background of memories. Another couple of claw marks part the fur along his spine. Those are from a battle from his apprentice-hood. He has an almost completely hidden claw wound along his muzzle, just below his maw. Along his tail is an old bite wound, that although on one can see, he knows it's there.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits:
- Calm in most situations.
- Enjoys talking with clan mates.
- Loyal to his leader above all.
- Respectful of most other clans.
Flaws:
- Vengeful against ShadowClan. [read history].
- Has selective-hearing. [only hears what he wants to hear].
- Can be too violent in battles.
- Has a tendency to forget important things.
Fears:
- Letting someone down.
- Forgetting something that could bring harm to another cat.
Quirks:
- Absolutely must wash his ears first.
- Always has to be the first to leave camp on patrols.
Ideals:
- Honesty.
- Respect.
Overall: When most cats first meet Brackenheart, he is respectful and collected, and seems to act sophisticated. When he gets to know cats he gets to be more humorous and enjoys making others laugh and lightening the mood. He doesn't like when other cats steal his light by making jokes of their own. He can be a bit of a show off in front of cats from other clans, and is slightly arrogant when it comes to listening to others opinions. Although narrow-minded, he tries not to snap or argue, and would just state reasons for his own opinion as long as he isn't too fired up. He is always more tired in the morning than any other time of the day so he can be a bit crabby if a cat asks him to do something he doesn't want to do. He has great respect for his leader, and would break the warrior code to follow her.
He enjoys watching over cats from all clans. Although his loyalty is to his own clan, he had made a habit of leaping in to help cats from other clans if they are injured. The one law of the warrior code that he is incapable of ever breaking- is the law that protects the safety of kits. Even if that kit is a kittypet, he would never leave it to be savaged or wounded by any creature in the forest. He has a fatherly pride in him, when he sees other kits. Although he has never had any of his own, he treats each kit as though they are his kits, and he gets proud whenever a kit becomes an apprentice, or an apprentice becomes a warrior. He finds himself incapable of hurting an apprentice of another clan, even in battle. He sees them as his own kits as well, and could never hurt them.
Brackenheart is sensitive for a senior warrior. Insults make him feel bad, and although he may seem tough and burly on the outside, he is really soft and gentle on the inside. He doesn't like to be insulted, but when he is, the hurt just becomes anger and he reacts sometimes, violently. With ShadowClan, he does not have the patience to be calm around them even in the beginning. He is prone to leaping into fights against ShadowClan cats, when with any other clan he wouldn't. He holds ShadowClan solely responsible for the death of his mentor before he was made a warrior on the same day. Although it has been moons since his mentor's death, he sometimes can hear the teachings of the old tom whispering in his ears when he thinks about him.
HISTORY
Family:sparrowfeather ¬ father ¬ elder
willowfur ¬ mother ¬ elder
icefur ¬ sister ¬ warrior
History:
&& pre-birth:
Willowfur and Sparrowfeather became warriors around the same moon, almost the same night. It had seemed seasons ago when the two lovers had first met, patrolling the border in night. With each other's fur lit up by the moonlight, the two fell in love. Although it had really been only moons, the two cats became mates. It wasn't long before Willowfur found out she was going to have kits. When it neared the moon before her scheduled date, she moved to the nursery. But there was an uneasy feeling settling between the two warriors. It would be hard to raise a litter in the middle of Leaf-Bare. Prey was already running short, and the clan was getting hungry. It was only the beginning of Leaf-Bare at that time. Still, they kept hopeful. A moon later, Willowfur woke up one morning, her body convulsing in pain. Her kits were coming. Under the careful eye of the Medicine Cat, she had two beautiful kits. One had the tabby and white markings of his father, while the she-kit had the soft, gray and white fur of Willowfur. The kits were named Brackenkit and Icekit.
&& kits:
Brackenkit opened his eyes at one day old. Like any other kit, he wanted to go outside and explore the camp. But Icekit hadn't opened her eyes yet and his mother wanted them to explore the camp together. So he waited, a bit resentfully, on the first day. The next day, Frostkit opened her eyes. It was time to see the camp! Brackenkit couldn't believe how big the camp looked. There was freshly fallen snow sparkling over the ground, but his thick fur protected him from the real chill in the air. He met a few cats that day, both warriors and apprentices. They were all nice to him, and his sister. He liked the elders, whom he also met. They were friendly and smart. He wanted to learn from them, as much as he could. So in the next few moons, in between playing with his sister and nursery den-mates, he would visit the elders and listen to stories about the ancient clans. He soon grew to love leopards, for skill and beauty. When he reached his fourth moon, he decided to try and escape camp for the first time. His adventure ended by a warrior carrying him back to camp after catching him over near the twolegplace. He decided to wait until he became an apprentice before he snuck out again. He and Frostkit were always trouble-makers, playing any game possible and pretending not to hear their mother when she told them to go to bed. They were the average kits.
&& apprentices:
The two siblings reached their sixth moon. Of course, they were as excited as any pair of kits. Brackenpaw was made an apprentice to Emberheart, a red-haired tom with a noble mind. His sister had her own mentor, younger and more likely to jump into battle without a second thought. But the two loved their mentors and listened to them well. Brackenpaw immediately excelled in fighting, but his hunting took a bit more work. Because of his big size he had to try extra hard to control his weight and make sure none of his body brushed up against anything in his path to catching the prey. It took him a few days of hunting practice to get it right, but when he finally made a catch, it was a good one. A nice, big starling. He was invited to the gathering along with his sister. He was excited, and liked meeting the other cats there. Except the warriors, whom he was both scared and admiring of. He hardly heard what the other leaders spoke about at the gathering. He was too busy talking to a RiverClan apprentice. When he got back to camp he had a lot of stories to tell his den-mates. It was only moons later, when he and his mentor were out hunting, that he got into his first battle. ShadowClan had crossed the border over the ThunderPath, and were trying to lay claim to a large stretch of territory.
When the battle patrol came, he and his mentor were both put into it. Brackenpaw was both terrified and excited for his first battle. He knew he could show these ShadowClan fox-faces that they could never have ThunderClan territory! He knew he had listened to his mentor well. His fighting helped him beat off several warriors, although he got a few wounds from them to remember them by. He was just caught up in the adrenaline when he heard the ShadowClan leader yowling for retreat. As the enemy clan fled back across the ThunderPath, his eyes fell upon a heap of ginger fur. Emberheart was dead. He had been slaughtered by an enemy claw. Although in grief over his mentor's death, he was named a warrior beside his sister that day. He became Brackenheart, and to this day he still wonders if that was the name chosen for him to remind him of his mentor, Emberheart.
&& warrior:
For the days following his warrior ceremony, he was feeling a mixture of grief and pride. Grief over his mentor, and pride for becoming a warrior. He knew he had served Emberheart well. After recovering, he began to work as hard as ever again to make up for the time he had lost. It wasn't long before he needed those skills to defend himself again. This time it was a battle with RiverClan over SunningRocks. Fortunately, none of his clan mates had been killed in that battle. Many seasons after his warrior ceremony, his mother and father decided to retire from being warriors. He knew they would miss being warriors, so he decided to visit them a lot. Although they didn't seem to notice, he knew they were secretly happy and proud that he would come to visit them so much. His sister, Icefur, visited them as well. The two siblings still stuck together, even though they were both senior warriors.
