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Brokenleg
| Name |[/b][/color] Fawnkit looked like she was contemplating on whether or not she would join her siblings. "But [/i]Eaglekit, it's so wet out here... If one of you pounces on me I could get dirty..."[/b][/color] Rainkit gave her brother a "I-told-you-so" look then went back to stalking his tail.[/i][/blockquote]RainkitRainpawRainclawBrokenleg| Gender |
She-cat
| Age |
73 moons| Rank |
Elder
| Clan |ForestClanPineClan| Beliefs |
Even as a young cat in ForestClan Brokenleg never believed in the hobbish-posh StarClan. Dead cats that spoke to Leaders and Medicine Cats? Yeah, right. She was supposed to believe that dead cats were watching over her? It didn't make sense, why would she want dead cats watching over her if they couldn't even watch over themselves? They were dead, weren't they? So if they were dead, she wouldn't be much better off with their guidance.
| Parents |
Badgerclaw ~ deceased
Silverstorm ~ deceased| Siblings |
Fawnleg ~ deceased
Eaglefoot [NP]
| Other Kin |
Unknown| Mate |
Stone-ears ~ deceased
| Crush |
None| Kits |
Blueflower [NP]
Voletail [NP]
Dusknose [NP]
| Apprentice |
None| Appearance |
Brokenleg looks like an elderly cat, a silver, most-always-dirty-looking, thin-haired, battle-scarred pelt draped over a collection of old bones and worn-down muscles make up her build. Back in her prime she had a beautiful coat with a nice set of muscles to emphasize it, but when you're an elder, you just don't have what those youthful cats do.
Despite her old looking body, Brokenleg had managed to keep her same beautiful eyes in that oh-so-thick skull of hers. They are a dull yellow color that fades into a whiteish tint around the outer edges, and are bright and lively despite her age. Probably a little bit too lively for PineClan's own good.
A key aspect of Brokenleg's obviously beautiful look is her hurt leg, or "dead leg" as she calls it. It hangs limply from her rump, not doing a thing except move the dirt around. Yes, a limb that simply drags alongside it's owner tends to get a bit...dusty from time to time, not to mention the fact that almost all of her hair is gone on the side of her foot that hits the ground most often, hair loss due to all the dragging no doubt. This plus the lovely kink in her tail and the wonderful "strut" she pulls off makes her the perfect candidate for a cat who knows how to hold his tongue for excessive amounts of time.
As you can see we have one foxy lady right here, and she'll be sure to open your eyes to her true beauty if you try telling her differently.
| Personality |
Brokenleg is not the type of cat to let rude comments slide by her, no, she would rather face them head on. Oh, and snide, cocky warriors that would like to make rude comments to her: she has been known to have a very good aim and a strong swat. Beware.
Brokenleg's bad temper sprouts from the fact that she was taken away from her warrior position and thrusted into elderhood before she was ready mentally. She finds it exceedingly unfair that something would happen to her leg and thus force her to become an elder when she still had plenty of fight left in her to be a warrior. Obviously, she is much too old now to be a warrior, but she still holds a bit of anger for the fact that she had premature elderhood.
Brokenleg believes that her dead, deaf mate (Stone-ears) is still with her. She can often be heard arguing with him, to others it seems as if she is arguing with herself. Some cats think that this is a way to help get over her grief for his death, but in truth she really has no idea that he died. She does recall him not waking up one morning when she tried to awake him on their way to the new lands, but he joined her not long after. You see, Stone-ears died that morning, but Brokenleg never realized it. She sees him as if he is standing right next to her. She can scent him as if he is really there, nuzzling Brokenleg's neck or sleeping curled up next to her. Beyond this bit of...lost hold on reality, Brokenleg has no other mental dilussions, not any more than any average elder anyway.
On another note, Brokenleg has a hidden side of her that only her kits and Stone-ears will ever see. She has an incredible heart. Sure, she isn't the cat to hesitate to rip off your ears if you insult her, but to her kits she is a very caring mother. It is hard for her now to see them all grown as warriors, she misses being a warrior greatly, but she makes sure to share whatever wisdom she has left with them when they ask for it.| Skills |
In her prime, before her accident, Brokenleg was an excellent fighter. With the fierce passion she had for ForestClan, before everything changed, mixed with her attitude of not letting anyone mess with her, she was a flurry in battle. After her accident she was retired to an elder position, where she now lends knowledge to whomever needs it, but only if they ask nicely.| History |
Kithood
Brokenleg was born in ForestClan with a brother, Eaglekit, and a sister, Fawnkit. Her mother and father, Silverstorm and Badgerclaw, were as excited as any cat that had three healthy kits. Silverstorm cared for Brokenleg, at the time Rainkit, and her siblings until they were old enough to become apprentices and she could return to her warrior duties with Badgerclaw. As a kit, Badgerclaw didn't like her sister very much; Fawnkit was too full of herself for her liking. She would often sit by her mother's side and opt not to play with Rainkit and Eaglekit, in fear she would dirty her pelt.The ground was still wet from the rain in them middle of the night, and Fawnkit was sitting next to Silverstorm, yet again. Rainkit had just pounced on her brother's tail, she often found it fun to pretend his tail was a mouse and she was a strong warrior on a hunt, when Eaglekit called out to his other sister, "Fawnkit, why don't you come and play with us? You can be the leader this time, and I'll be the mean badger that tries to steal all of your food!" He smiled at her, shaking Rainkit off of his tail, and waited for her to join them. Rainkit rolled her eyes at her brother from where she now sat next to him and whispered, "You know she's not going to play with us. She'll say she doesn't want to get her white little paws dirty or something."
Apprenticehood[/u]
Brokenleg was a very determined apprentice. She had a fierce loyalty to her clan that drove her to want to be the best apprentice in the whole clan so that she could become one of the greatest warriors that ForestClan would ever know. Her mentor, a she-cat by the name of Sandtooth, was a cat that knew her way around a battle. Sandtooth was Rainpaw's idol, a she-cat that was beautiful, but knew how to fight better than most of the toms in ForestClan. So Rainpaw trained with Sandtooth until she was about 14 moons old, learning from her mentor the ways of a fighter.
"Again, Rainpaw!" Rainpaw watched as Sandtooth readied herself for the attack that she would try on her mentor. Rainpaw's head raced then became quiet. She had her plan. Running at her mentor now, Rainpaw swerved to the left, jumped, twisted her body (so she would land on her back as she slid under Sandtooth), and hit the ground, sliding just as she had planned. Now, in her head, she was supposed to slide under Sandtooth so that she could get to her belly, but Sandtooth had already moved and when Rainpaw stood up, shaking her pelt from the sand that had made home there, her mentor was chuckling. "That was very good, Rainpaw. I like that you think outside of the box when it comes to fighting, just remember, in a battle, there will be cats everywhere, and maybe not enough room for you to pull that off, or enough time. And, if you're fighting a cat like me, they'll notice. So keep up the positive attitude, the great style of thinking, and let's have another go."[/blockquote]
Warriorhood[/u]
At last, Rainpaw became a warrior. Working alongside her mentor, her mother, her father, and her brother. (Fawnpaw was a slacker of an apprentice and was told she would need at least another moon of training before she was ready to be made a warrior.) While still a young cat in ForestClan, Brokenleg met Sootwhisker. Sootwhisker and Rainclaw soon became very close friends, though Sootwhisker was reasonably older than Rainclaw. Rainclaw and Sootwhisker were inseparable and soon confessed their love for eachother and became mates. Along came the time of deciding whether to stay in ForestClan or go with Cedarstar and find a new home. Both Rainclaw and Sootwhisker decided that they didn't want to live under the harsh rule of Brownstar. Rainclaw and Sootwhisker convinced their children to join them and then left with Cedarstar. While on the journey things changed very much for Sootwhisker and Rainclaw. Sootwhisker got an infection in his ears which caused him to go deaf (renamed Stone-ears) and, eventually, killed him. And while Sootwhisker was battling his infection, Rainclaw helped fight a badger that threatened the traveling cats. The badger broke her leg, and it never healed fully, eventually becoming nothing more than a dead, useless limb.
Rainclaw hobbled beside Stone-ears, who had acquired a nasty cough, despite the warm weather. Her foot hurt to walk on, but she and Stone-ears didn't have the luxury of resting. They needed to find their new home, and quickly. Rainclaw noticed everyone stopping, and hoped it would be for the night. She and Stone-ears found a place next to a tree and curled up next to eachother, her head resting on his flank. Soon everyone was soundly asleep, nobody wasted time goofing around before bed they were all so tired. Rainclaw would have joined them in slumber if it wasn't for the thoughts that worried her. She was starting to realize that with every day she felt less and less of her leg.[/blockquote]
Elderhood[/u]
Stone-ears died before they had found their new home, not that Brokenleg was aware of this. Slowly as the days had gone on with the journey she had lost more and more feeling in her leg until one day she woke to find it responded to her no more. She was renamed Brokenleg, for obvious reasons, and was sent into elderhood. Soon they found their new home and Brokenleg joined PineClan, feeling she would belong in the non-believing clan rather than pretend for the rest of her days.
Brokenleg sat in the camp clearing, letting the sunlight soak into her fur, warming her aching joints. There was an apprentice sitting at the other side of the clearing gawking at her dead leg, quite obviously too. Brokenleg narrowed her eyes at the apprentice, which the poor fool didn't seem to notice. "Oh, don't tell me to just ignore it, Stone-ears. You'd be annoyed if you were me."[/b] Brokenleg realized that Stone-ears probably wouldn't be mad, but she said it anyways. With a grunt Brokenleg raised her self to her three working legs, her fourth dragging the way it always did, and she limped over to the apprentice. "I think you're drooling." [/i][/blockquote]
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We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp