Post by RiiRii on Apr 2, 2012 11:59:01 GMT -10
General Information
Name | Briarheart
Gender | Tom
Age | 20 Moons
Rank | Warrior
Clan | Fogclan
Beliefs | Your average Starclan believer. Brought up under the knowledge of Starclan.
When a young kit, his mother used to talk about how Starclan watches over them all..
He believes that one day when he himself becomes deceased and no longer lives the beautiful life of a warrior, he will too join the ranks of starclan until he is once forgotten and vanish into thin air or maybe reincarnate into another cat or animal.
Is there more than one type of many clans in the world of starclan and the unknown? Believed this is true, that there are more than one realm in which cats lie on death.
Rogues or cats who know not of Starclan die and live lives as kittypets in their own world of Starclan?
Cats who disobey the laws of the code and end up being sent to a place much darker and feared than StarClan, a place where they roam and train in blood thirsty ways. Ways in which death is possible and can happen even if dead already.
Familyhood
Parents | Tallflower {Mother, Alive, NP} Whitecloud [Father, Alive, NP]
Siblings | Tawnypelt {Sister, Alive, NP} Hollypelt {Sister, Alive, NP}
Other Kin | Jaykit {Nephew, son to Tawnypelt, NP}
Mate | Not Yet
Crush | Not yet
Kits | Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Hawkeye
Persona
Appearance | Thick long furred ginger/caramel coloured tom with a big thick fluffy tail, the tip coated in white fur and layered under the orange.
Paws are like boots, white and go up to his ankles just to be overlayed by his ginger fluffy coat.
His body consists of a creamy orange to darken until dark orange stripes which consist of somewhat a tiger-like appears and stripe against his back.
Around his head is a mane like texture, where it is at its most fluffiest and follow his heads frame.
His body is a mixture between fat and muscle, but not able to be seen behind his thick fur and skin.
His eyes are two beautiful amber spheres, both dotted with black pupils and outlined with black in additional a small pink nose poised between his upper lips and eyes, dotted with whiskers that drape down over his maw.
Personality | This sentimental, flirtatious, courageous and full of wisdom.
Having grown up under the watchful eye of a half-blind Tom and a she-cat who had grown up as a rogue until joining Fogclan a while before she conceived two she-cats and a tom.
Briarheart could possibly be one of the most nicest cats you or any cat could meet, with his laid back personality and his "Why-can't-we-just-be-friends?" attitude, he would always talk to other cats.
He's not the battle hungry bloodthirsty like some cats are. He would rather protect the clan if any battles were to overcome his clan and any other. He was the kind of cat who couldn't care if his fur got dirty or if he chipped a claw, he just hated water and wasn't keen on feathers; especially when they got stuck in his teeth.
His bad sides however is the fact he got jealous quickly, seeing cats together or doing things he wanted to do, even if he tried to not show it and he does indeed have a foul temper when it comes to time, he will rant and cuss and it will cause problems. Like most clan cats, when it comes to territory problems, he will get really protective... Over protective and will break the rules slightly and probably claw or hurt cats more than he should.
Skills | Hunting -
He loves to hunt, he'll stalk his pray and in autumn does he blend well with the leaves on the ground and when the fog/mist is at its worst. The tom will sneak after the prey, staying silent and gently pulling himself across the floor with his paws before leaping and cupping with his paw, claws and hooking them and killing them.
With water, he'll dip his paw into water and moved it around before lifting his paw and splashing the water droplets onto the water and letting them create ripples before calling the fish up and then swiping and catching them.
With trees, he'll climb to the the branches and will shake the leaves to get animals to fly out. He cannot fight that well in trees, nor can he hunt in them.
Fighting -
He specialises in bush hunting, he'll hide in the bushes and stay silent. When the clan cats are caught in fight, he'll dive out and surprise. With his long and muscular body, he's more of the "tank" and pins his victims. If need be, he will become merciless and will use his claws and teeth if need be.
If he was cornered or pinned, he would shove his hind legs into the cats stomach or rear up and send them away one way or another. He was actually a large tom despite his small physique on all fours.
When he rears, his body towers and he pushes his paws down into their shoulders, sending them down onto the ground.
History | "Everything is slowly decaying from the second it is born" - Tallflower.
Born like any other clan kit, the late offspring of Tallflower and Whitecloud were small and fragile.
Three kits here born, the biggest of the three being ginger with white markings on his underbelly and under his tail with faint markings on his back and white paws.
The second was brown with white and grey flecks over her fur and a tufted tail.
The third of the three kittens, the smallest and youngest was born with dark ash grey fur and white stripes.
The ginger kit was the only male of the group and our story revolves around him.
Back when they were still too young to leave the nursery, they would always use their creativity to do stuff they wished and eventually the queens tolerated it when they were scolded for hurting one of the more younger kits by accident.
The three kits were named Briarkit, Tawnykit and Hollykit. All three resembling their parents mixture of grey, white and ginger pelts.
With a thud on the nest, kicking up moss and bracken, the ginger kit meowed loudly, "I'm going to become Briarstar! Then you'll have to bow down to me!" he looked down at his two sister, using his mothers side as a ledge and kneaded her pelt with his small but needle-like claws.
"We will be your deputy and medicine cat!" Tawnykit squeaked and Hollykit shook her head. "I don't like the medicine cats, they're scary..."
"Fogclan will now be called... Sunclan!"Briarkit meowed, ignoring his sisters and leaping off his mothers stomach to walk towards Hollykit. Before he could get any further his mother slowly stood up and wrapped her tail around his chest and pulled him away from his siblings and shook her head. "You, my dear, are not going to be the leader of any clan with the way you act." She picked him up by the scruff and placed him back down on the nest.
Eventually, after time passed and they were bigger, Briarkit's markings became much more distinguished and revealed the whites and creams from the ginger and dark ginger stripes on his back.
By the time he was an apprentice, his mother wrapped her tail around the three kits and as one by one as they got apprenticed and chosen mentored, they finally went their separate ways. The terrible Trio was now singular and trained separately.
Briarpaw and his mentor, Hawk-eye, travelled to train for the first time; having left his sisters to their own apprentice duties, Hawk-eye turned to face his apprentice.
"Briarpaw, I want you to take this twig away from me." he meowed calmly, his gaze looking down at the younger cat.
At first, the young apprentice didn't understand what his mentor meant, slowly as he grew he realized what it meant.
Speed.
One day, when his mentor was holding the stick between his teeth in one end and the other side was the branches which left the twig. Briarpaw turned to face his mentor, crouching up and hunching his muscles, body waiting and Hawk-eye watched, lashing his grey tail. Suddenly, as Briarpaw released his body the time went slow and the sight of the twig began to come closer. Before he would lunge for the twig and Hawk-eye would pull away. Not any more, he knew that. Slowly, his paw met the edge of the twig and pulled it out of the toms teeth.
Landing, the twig was stuck between his paw and he picked it up between his teeth. He had the stick, he had won the challenge his mentor had bestowed on him.
During the time he was training, the young apprentice was becoming muscular, broad, powerful and strong and now he had aced the true goal he had been failing.
Standing there, startled and shocked, Hawk-Eye's blue eyes were widened and his jaw was slightly open, revealing the bits of twig that was clamped between his teeth and his flashed with surprise before disappearing and he smiled. "Congratulations, you've passed your test and your hunting has improved greatly. I think it's time" With that, he turned and Briarpaw followed, pride bubbling in his stomach and chest.
After many moons of training, he was finally allowed to be a warrior and he was trained so well. Walking into the clan territory, Hawkeye walked towards the clan leader and finally after many many moons of training Briarpaw was a warrior.
On his first hunting patrol, the scent of fox filled the air and Tawnypelt meowed, hiding behind her brother. Looking back at her, the young warrior looked onwards and the snarling of a fox came and it crept out of the bushes and snarled, the six clan cats stood back to back with each other, fur ruffled and scared.
As the fox began to circle them, mouth foaming with hunger and his teeth bared and ready to bite through fur and bones, ready to eat cat and ready to fight. The fox lunged and the cats scattered, chasing the cats as they scattered. Suddenly, the yowl emitted from Tawnypelt as she was cornered, back placed to a tree trunk and her green eyes wide with fear.
"Briarheart, help me!" she mewled loudly, fur ruffled.
Suddenly, refusing to risk losing his sister, Briarheart dived on his sister and dragged her claws down the Fox's back and waist, the flank becoming pink and red, causing the Fox to snap and snarl.
Tawnypelt took this as an advantage and the rest of the patrol joined in, fighting the fox until it eventually retreated from them and Briarheart stood near his sister, hissing and swiping thin air.
Turning away, the tom snorted.
As they dashed back to the clan camp, as the cats explained what happened, clan cats gathered and gasped.
Critique level | Criticise all aspects of my character.
