Post by roscoe on Aug 4, 2009 11:36:11 GMT -5
I'll wait for you forever; I promise.
Name |
Bramblefang
Gender |
Tom
Age |
Thirty-seven moons
Rank
Deputy
Clan |
MeadowClan
Parents |
Mother -- Sandheart ;; {NP, killed by illness}
Father -- Blackstorm ;; {NP, exiled}
Siblings |
Sister -- Frostwhisker ;; {NP, died on journey}
Other Kin |
None
Mate |
Kestrel ;; {NP, deceased}
Crush |
Not yet
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Not yet
Appearance |
Bramblefang has a large, stocky build. His shoulders are broad and powerful; his ears are also large. This tom's tail is longer than average, making him good at balancing. He also has large paws which can lead to clumsiness. But this large and thick shape allows his muscles to be strong.
This cat's fur is short and glossy, thus being an advantage for swimming and leaf-bare. The main colour of which is a light, dusky brown -- of course, this fur darkens in certain areas, mainly around his flank and patches of his legs. Long, thick and black stripes cover his entire pelt from head to tail tip, also varying in different shades -- some being much darker and thicker than others. His whiskers are long and silky white, while finally the fur around his muzzle lightens into a creamy white. His nose is also a dark pink.
Both eyes are oval-shaped and the colour of a leaf in newleaf; pale but penetrating green, darkening around the rim and lightening around the pupil. There are also few lighter tints visible in this deep, mysterious eyes.
Personality |
The personality of this cat is long and complicated.
As he was born in ForestClan, Bramblefang knows all about Clan tradition and StarClan. This belief in the ancestors, unlike others, is strong and somewhat unbreakable. Forever this deputy will look to the stars for guidance.
But his personality differs to his belief which is strong and certain. No; inside, Bramblefang is doubtful and sometimes vulnerable. Usually, he is an overall friendly and helpful tom, often offering advice to others when he can. He respects those of higher rank than him -- including StarClan -- and the elders. At the same time, all of Bramblefang's loyalty is set toward MeadowClan.
However, despite his generally friendly and sensitive personality, Bramblefang can be different. Since Kestrel's death this tom has become somewhat quiet at certain times, sometimes staring at the sky with a vague and longing expression in his eyes. There is a deep pool of loneliness inside of him and when he was announced deputy Bramblefang was too shocked to accept it. He merely nodded, unsure of what to say, but he knew what a fool he'd look if he rejected this -- was it even possible? Every day he misses Kestrel, but tries to push the past behind and focus on right now. He is too easily distracted and often gets things wrong or does not know what to say, usually looking to Cedarstar or StarClan for help.
Today Bramblefang is still as doubtful as he once was. But he does give out orders, sometimes scared of what will happen if a cat refuses to obey him. Rarely but possibly, Bramblefang can feel vulnerable when he is left in charge of something and keeps saying he cannot do it. These doubts, all of them, will never leave him and he knows that for a fact.
Bramblefang believes he was not chosen by StarClan to be deputy to MeadowClan, but he still accepts this position.
Skills |
One particular skill of Bramblefang's is that he is good at giving out orders. Although he has only been deputy for five moons, he is getting better at helping Cedarstar(?) lead the Clan whenever he is needed. Bramblefang is also a strong fighter; since birth, his large build has allowed his strength to be quite immense. However, though he does know how to hunt, his hunting skills lack confidence -- he hesitates too long and too often lets his prey escape. Bramblefang also has a tendancy to feel calm during bad situations -- this isn't necessarily a skill, but when pressure is put on his shoulders he knows he can pull himself through it. He also lacks speed but definitely makes up for it in fighting.
History |
Kithood: Bramblekit was born in ForestClan along with Frostkit, his sister. Their mother and father, Blackstorm and Sandheart, loved them fiercely until one day. Sandheart caught an illness -- greencough -- and was killed by it, leaving Blackstorm distraught. His kits, still two moons old, were given a foster mother. But Blackstorm was grief-struck and for a long time he was quiet.
Then he cracked. When his kits were four moons old, he turned on them in front of the rest of the Clan, saying they were the cause of his mate's death and that he wanted them dead. Before the shocked ForestClan could reply Blackstorm lunged for the nearest -- Frostkit -- and clawed her side, leaving a long scar down her flank. But before the fight could go on any longer the leader finally managed to catch Blackstorm and pin him down, giving his neck a fierce bite. He was exiled after that.
Apprenticeship: Things were normal when Bramblepaw and Frostpaw were apprenticed. However, they could never forget what their father did -- mostly because of Frostpaw's permanent scar, leaving her easily frightened and she often went to Bramblepaw to protect her.
But they trained like any other apprentices, unusually closer together because they had no other kin in the Clan. Bramblepaw's mentor was Hawkfoot, a strict and commanding tom with a soft side. Bramblepaw grew a strong bond toward his mentor.
Warriorhood: Bramblefang was delighted when his warrior ceremony came. His sister, Frostwhisker, was just as delighted. They had a long and restless vigil but when dawn came they went to sleep almost immediately.
When Bramblefang was still young -- about eighteen or so moons -- he went out hunting one day near an old, abandoned Twoleg barn. Fresh cat scent reached him and he hesitated there, calling to the intruder. Then a beautiful grey-brown she-cat emerged, claiming she was kicked out of her old kittypet home and ran to this barn. For some reason Bramblefang took an instant liking to her and found he could trust her with anything. Her name was Kestrel.
Bramblefang proceeded to meet Kestrel for moons later, telling her everything about Clan life from the warrior code to StarClan. He knew he was breaking the warrior code -- and he hadn't even told his sister -- but he couldn't help meeting this she-cat. Until one day. Bramblefang met Kestrel outside the Twoleg barn, finding her badly injured and lying on one side. She said that a gang of rogues had passed, wanting to live in the barn; they had attacked her in want of her home full of mice. Then they had given up and left her there, deciding the barn wasn't big enough anyway. As she lay there, her life bleeding away, she murmured to Bramblefang, I love you and I have since I first saw you. I'll wait for you forever; I promise.
I love you too! Bramblefang whispered, anguish filling him. But Kestrel couldn't hear him and he knew it. She had died.
Then the time came when half the Clan left. Bramblefang went with them, mostly because he was against the new leader anyway and he hadn't much meaning for life left. Frostwhisker died of starvation on the journey, leaving Bramblefang utterly alone.
Deputy-ship: Bramblefang was announced deputy of MeadowClan and he was absolutely stunned. He was unsure if he could do it and wanted to refuse, but he couldn't.
Bramblefang tries very hard to do his best as deputy, but he still doubts himself very much. The only meaning for life left is MeadowClan now, serving them as best as he could as their deputy.
Role Play Example |
The half-moon glittered frostily in the indigo-black sky, casting a sheer silver light down to the forest floor. A cool breeze rustled the leaves of the treetops, whispering of silent tranqulity throughout MeadowClan territory.
Night time was his favourite. It was calm, quiet; most of all he could slip away from the Clan on a solo patrol, to escape everything, to get some alone time. Bramblefang was having his uncertain times again. How he would look back on all of his doubts on being deputy and scold himself for being such a mouse-brain.
The powerful dusky brown tom paused in the center of a large clearing, lifting his creamy-white muzzle to the sky. Tiny silver stars glittered across the darkness like a white fire, beaming down on him with all of their might, all of their power. StarClan.
"Show me the way," the deputy murmured. He raised his voice deliberately and called to the sky, "Give me strength!"
There was no answer, just the distant alarm call of a blackbird and the same rustle in the treetops.
With a sigh, the light brown tabby sat down and wrapped his long tail around his large paws. Pale green eyes narrowed and peered into the shadows, lost in thought. He knew that Cedarstar would be wondering why he was taking so long out, but at the moment he wasn't so bothered. Truly, he respected the noble leader and everything that he had done. But Bramblefang was not the one who could follow in his pawsteps. After all, who indeed could do as much as Cedarstar had done now?
For several heartbeats the MeadowClan deputy sat there, silence surrounding him, lost in thought. Then he rose, padded into the shadows, while the whispers of tranqulity continued.