Post by flaringhope on Aug 26, 2014 0:11:32 GMT -5
NAME! Brambleheart
AGE! 36 moons
RANK! Warrior
GENDER! She-cat
CLAN! ThunderClan
SHORT DESC.! A Dark brown tabby with honey-colored eyes and a white muzzle.
FULL DESCRIPTION!
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Covering her rather built up form, Brambleheart boasts a dark tabby coat reminiscent of brambles dried out in the dead of winter. The bulk of her weight is muscle mass, but, even with all those rippling muscles, she is still very light, hardly making a sound as she stalks through the forest. Her dark coat blends almost too perfectly with the undergrowth found within ThunderClan's borders. If it wasn't for her large shape and brilliantly white lower jaw, she would never have to worry about being spotted by prey or enemies.
No matter how much she grooms her medium length coat, it always appears ruffled and unkempt, occasionally getting in the way and disrupting her hunting skills. Her chest fur happens to be the worst, and every morning she spends quite a few moments trying to comb out the knots and curls in it with her tongue. Her belly fur and the tufts around her paws, fortunately, consist of shorter hairs. While her longish coat helps protect her in battle, the shorter fur around her paws allows her to show off (something she loves to do) her long, nearly transparent claws.
Overall, physically, Brambleheart makes for a very satisfactory warrior, worthy of the Clan she was born to.
[/blockquote]PERSONALITY!
Brambleheart gets her name from two things: her bramble colored coat, and her soft, if not well concealed, heart. The latter of the two is, indeed, masked by a stoic appearance that is both physical and emotional. In fear of appearing weak and not worthy of her rank amongst her fellow warriors, she puts up a fierce façade. If a tom were to catch her on her own, however, and just happened to get to her, she could become deeply emotional at any moment.[/p]
While she is kind, caring, and conscious of others, she is also quite ambitious. Ever since she heard of the collapsed Moonstone, when she was barely four moons old, and witnessed her Clan fall to terror, confusion, and illness, she made it her goal to protect her Clan at all costs. She has, since she became an apprentice, worked hard to become the best warrior she could be. For her, this meant working towards a leading position in her Clan, and, at some point, she hopes to be selected as deputy of ThunderClan.
[/blockquote]HISTORY!
First born to a caring mother and deadly warrior, Brambleheart has always been the strongest and healthiest of her litter. At barely two moons old, she was romping around the nursery, constantly attempting to escape her mother's protective grasp. Eventually she and her litter mates were allowed to venture outside the boundaries of the nursery, but when their forth moon rolled around, after the Moonstone collapsed, their mother would rarely let them out of her sight until they were apprentices. Even then, when she could, she kept a sharp eye on them.[/p]
As an apprentice, Brambleheart witnessed her Clan mates fall, one by one, to disease, injury, and battle. Among those lost were two of her litter mates, leaving only her and her brother behind. She trained hard every day, participating in every hunting and border patrol she could, all while training with her mentor. She was well worn out by the end of each day, but, always positive, she saw the bright side of it; good sleep.
Many times as a warrior, Brambleheart has stocked the fresh kill pile when it was running low, or fought off invaders looking to steal prey; but this is not what makes her a great warrior. It is her unwavering respect for the warrior code, for her seniors, and for her fellow warriors, whom she always see's as equals. Her ambitions to become deputy and eventually leader are not to gain power, but to help her Clan to the best of her ability as an equal to her Clan mates.
[/blockquote]RP EXAMPLE!
Not a sound was to be heard but the wind whistling through the trees and the murmur of a creek nearby; but there are some things that move amongst the shadows, unseen and unheard. A most unfortunate water vole scurried out onto the bank of the creek, pebbles scattering, some splashing into the icy water. The sudden noise caused pointed ears to twitch, sensitive whiskers brushing the ground as the predator bent its head low to the ground. Its long tail, covered in medium length fur, was held just above the ground; not low enough to brush the undergrowth, and not high enough to be seen above the shrubs lining the bank of the creek.[/p]
The vole, taking a drink at the water's edge, never even had a chance to wonder what had killed him before the predator had snapped his neck. A quiet purr rumbled in the cat's throat, quickly turning to a hiss of annoyance as she realized her paws had landed in the mud, her fur already drying in clumps. "Foxdung," she growled under her breath, not wishing to scare away any other prey in the area. She turned around and headed down the river a little ways, finding a place to wash her paws.
As she dipped one forepaw into the water, she heard a rustle in the bushes behind her. "I can smell you," she called to the sound. "You need to stay upwind of your-" She was cut off as paws landed with a dull thump square on her shoulders, claws piercing her thick layer of fur. She let out a yowl of surprise and confusion, whipping around to face her attacker. The WindClan apprentice fell off her easily, tumbling a few tail lengths away.
"Get off our land!" the little ball of fur hissed, fluffing up to make himself appear the size of, well, no bigger than a younger warrior, really. The first cat fought back a purr of amusement as she realized that her attacker was hardly more than a kit. Probably out on his first venture as an apprentice, actually.
"I'm not on your land," she replied calmly. "I'm on my side of the creek. See? You are now, too." She pulled her hind legs up under her, crouching down, looking like she was about to pounce, and let out a little hiss. The apprentice, who's eyes had started to widen the moment the ThunderClan warrior had spoken, was now staring in terror at the she-cat, eyes as big as moons. He practically flew across the creek, back into his own territory, not once looking back or stopping to apologize.
Now the she-cat let herself enjoy a good, low purr before turning to grab her prey and head back to camp. Poor little guy, she thought as she made the trek back to the ravine. He'll probably have a grudge against me for the rest of his life.
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