Post by GMO Certified Space Jam on Dec 11, 2014 19:27:53 GMT -5
b r i n d l e t a i l
» number: One
»clan: ShadowClan
» age: Twenty-three moons
» gender: She-Cat
» rank: Warrior - Anti-Starclan Rebel
» status: Healthy
» apprentice: - None
» description: large long-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes and a long tail.
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The Second biggest of four, Brindletail is a broad, long, amber-eyed she-cat. She's a big ball of fur with big paws good for smacking, and has the longest tail out of all of her brothers. She's not intimidating in the slightest, but her shear size and poofy fur deters most from a tussle. Brindletail's ears are wide and rounded at the tip, with tufts of white fur showing. Her face and coat is dappled black, cream and russet red, with a white crown of fur around her neck, muzzle, and underbelly. Curiously, one of her toes from her right paw is a pale cream, and the fur on her tail is black halfway from base to tip. She has small notches of scars around her muzzle and chin, and a few deeper scars hidden under the mountain of fur on her neck and shoulders.
Brindletail holds herself with barely contained energy, a skip and a half away from pouncing. When she walks, there's always a bounce to her step, a flick to her tail. She's never still and it makes most of those around her mildly irritated, some would view her playfulness with either scorn or fondness, depending, really. But she holds her head and tail high, the weight of a proud warrior on her shoulders and you'd think twice before mistaking her for a naive kitten.
» personality: stubborn. playful. loyal. proud. mischievous.
Stubborn as a rock, a dominant trait in all of her siblings. She's playful and laid back but not one to shirk her duties, and has a mischievous streak. Brindletail is hotheaded to a fault, and not one to back down first from a fight, something that has annoyed anyone who knows her to no end. Sometimes she'll come to reason and walk away, most of the time she'll end up sporting a new scar and many a wounded ego. She's incredibly loyal to what she believes in and cares deeply for her friends and kin.
Brindletail is a fierce and serious fighter and thrills in the heat of the moment and will pester anyone to spar with her. She prides herself in being a good warrior, and anyone insulting her skill and status will find themselves looking at the back end of their own tail.
» background:
Brindletail's parents were two proud warriors of Shadowclan, they doted and cared for the kits and watched them grow from apprentices to strong warriors. Their father died of greencough a moon after their Warriors Ceremony. Their mother was killed in the fight at The Last Gathering, Brindletail blames Starclan for the battle and senseless deaths, and set off to follow Hazelstorm, done with Starclan and the Believers.
As a kit, Brindlekit was an adventurous little troublemaker, and got herself into much shenanigans. The day she could walk was the day every warrior felt a disturbance in the force, one in a form of a tiny fluffy ball. Brindlekit would follow, pester, and mimic warriors and apprentices alike; and even had to be locked away in the nursery from running after patrol parties. She dreamed of being a warrior, and would start fights with the other kits of who Was The Best. A scene that will forever be seared in the minds of all is of a fluffy ball of fur walking up to Adderstar and declaring for the whole world to hear that he should 'make me a warrior This Instant!!' but 'not mosskit cause hes'a mousebrain'.
And then to be promptly tackled by said 'mousebrain' as the world looked on in amusement.
When she became an apprentice, she took to it like a fish took to water, and was more then happy to do menial labor with the promise of stories from the elders. Brindlepaw strived to be the Best Warrior Ever and would cajole the other apprentices in friendly, and not so friendly, fights. She would even go out to challenge a warrior and proceed to get the snot beaten out of her, and would challenge them again. And again. To say Brindlepaw was the Medicine cats worse nightmare was an understatement.
The day she turned warrior was the proudest and happiest moment in her life, it's a memory she will hold fondly, when everything seemed alright and perfect, surrounded by clanmates and kin.
The bond with her brothers had always been strong, and out of the three, Mossthorn was the one she'd looked up to. His fierceness and short temper was always fun to poke at, but he was a good warrior. She got along well with Smokefur, and Oakstripe was always the first to be tongue-bathed when within reaching distance. The following moons after Starclans silence had virtually destroyed her relationship with both her clanmates and kin. She believed Starclan had all but abandoned them, and the battle in the Gathering, that resulted in the death of her mother, was the last straw.
When the riots in Shadowclan broke out, Brindletail was quick to side with Hazelstorm and fought tooth and nail against her own brother, Mossthorn. Smokefur sided with her, and they left Shadowclan along with the Rebels. She will never forget what transpired, having to fight against her own clan and kin alike, and scorns Starclan for it all.[/ul]
immediate kin
» sons: n/a
» daughters: n/a [/ul]
extended kin
» mother: Deceased.
» brothers: Mossthorn, Smokefur and Oakstripe.
» sisters: n/a
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