Post by Dragon on Nov 8, 2009 3:15:45 GMT -5
Name: Bramblefire
Position: Warrior
Clan: SerpentClan/RiverClan
Gender: She-cat
Age: 12 years old at Death.
Description: This cat has an almost soft look to her, luxurious thick fur, but reasonably sized with a lithe body that is finely muscles evenly, not giving her the appearance of thinness or the over powering of muscle. Though, she shows great strength when a passion of hers in the war that the world wages. Even if she uses her well tuned body to be more a thing of peace, then war. Her entire body seems generally rounded, that adds a gentle aura to gather around her and her body-language mimics that as well. Her face is unmarked and smooth, the fur short upon the bridge of her nose and between her eyes. Though, the fur gradually thickens at the sides of her face and is shaggy for a moment. Her face has a wise look upon her, but when she was near to death it slowly became more exhausted looking by the day. Lines that were once firm beneath her eyes, vanished when her body was returned to its soft, sleek form. Bramblefire's eyes are a delicate green, like chips of jade, they were never quite as dark as her fathers, they mirrored her mother's lighter shade. Around each of her eyes, there were crescent moons with a small fleck of black fur next to each of the points. Down on her face, her slightly twitching nose is a kitten pink, blurred brown around the edges. Her nose is framed by her long white whiskers that are just a tad longer then usual. This cat's ears are nicely rounded, slightly nicked on one side, but barely noticeable unless looked around upon. They are also black like her stripes. Across her body, her fur is a dark brown, scruffy in some places but mostly well groomed and neat. But before she passed on into SilverClan, her fur was matted and rough, and very unkempt. Her stripes are twisted and random upon her pelt though some hook along her back and across her legs. It goes along with her tail, though her tail is black tipped, the rest of the stripes are completely random.
Personality: Bramblefire is one more like a saint then a cat, she is soothing in all she says, and can't bare to hurt another cat. Her soul is clean, though we all have our faults. While she was young, she was timid thing, nervous to be away from her parents due to the darkness of the forest. The thought of an endless abyss of nothing frightened her, the thought of not being able to see terrified her. Though, she began to venture has a kindling of had bravery that begun to set in. Even though, she had gained bravery from both of her parents she had no intention to go to violence as the answer to problems. She prefers the action of words to be a better solution, which usually keeps her claws sheathed and away. But in desperate times, in such instances as great emotion she can turn to violence, the skill of war still burned in her veins even if she never used it. But after any battle, she usually goes into a sadness that she hurt others with her own paws which only recedes when something of greater happiness over powers it. Like her father, Bramblefire was always someone to feel most comfortable in a family situation. She just loves to be loved, and the loss of other around her makes her much upset. Maybe it was her familiarity to kits that made her such a sweet cat, devoted to the ones around, her showing fortitude to the younger of her clan when darkness comes upon them. Everyone knows kits have the most pure of souls, and maybe she rubbed off from them. But those good attributes don't give the freedom to say shes never naughty, she enjoys a friendly trick now and then, and sneaking off in the depths of night to enjoy the time with her mate, from a different clan.
History: This she-cat being part of a fairly odd family, has an odd past to boot. She was part of the three kit litter, Leafkit, herself, and Badgerkit. Leafkit, later named Leaftail, was aggressive toward her siblings, and constantly showed aggression. Though, it looked like more of a playful game to their parents though it was filled with underlying dark mischief. They spent their first few moons in the nursery of MoonClan but after they were weaned Owlstar took her and her brother to a river side to play in the shallows. The morning had started out wonderfully, splashing with fun and exciting but suddenly everything stopped as an adder appeared out of the reeds to come snout to nose with Bramblefire. Before anything could happen, the snake struck and she was left to fight off the venom. She writhed in agony for nearly all den, unable to move and completely immobilized. Though she willed death to come, it failed to arrive and she was given more time to live her youthful life. Soon after she became an apprentice, although her brother was granted permission due to a miraculous fight between himself and a badger. Apprenticeship went by quickly, and soon she was a young warrior. But her family was in shambles. War had been sparked between her parents and it was only worsened by the fact that Leaftail wasn't truly Owlstar's daughter. And to add to this mess, Bloodypelt, the true father of Leaftail pushed Hawkstar off of a cliff and she was pierced by a jutting spike. Luckily, Silverclan granted her an extra life to keep on living. Bramblefire was grateful of this, but things were heading in a different direction. She had torn herself away from her parents the moment she became a warrior though she still enjoyed the company of her brother and father. To fuel the emptiness she finally found a tom to suit her needs. On the moor she met a tom by the name of Rabbitfoot, though he was blind in one eye he was kind and loving to Bramblefire. They mostly lived in peace, meeting together now and again and by that time Bramblefire was expecting kits. She didn't take the traditional way of having them, instead of being in camp she ventured into the woods and had them in a solitary place. There were six kits, a fairly large litter, but they were born without trouble. They were named(from oldest to youngest), Rockclaw, Hazelfire, Ratwhisker, Pinetwig, Voletooth and Acornfur. The first three went to SerpentClan while the other three went into their father's Clan. By this time, Haze was in his full power and attempted many times to kill some of the kits though he succeeded in no of the attempts. Things were going well, until the night when Bramblefire and Rabbitfoot came together in their ignorance they didn't protect themselves properly. Rabbitfoot was killed at the paws of Haze that night. Even though she swore vengeance, it was not taken up until the woeful night Owlstar went into battle crippling Haze, but ending up dead himself. Her remaining days were hollow, her daughter Pinetwig meeting death before her mother caused Bramblefire great grief but soon after she became an elder, her mind leaving her in her age she wandered away into the woodlands. To out of it to notice the stalking of a predator, she was found by a cougar, and though her brother tried to save her, it was too late and she was killed. The leaving of the living was bittersweet, she was rejoined with her dead mate but she had to are watching her brother grieve.
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Position: Warrior
Clan: SerpentClan/RiverClan
Gender: She-cat
Age: 12 years old at Death.
Description: This cat has an almost soft look to her, luxurious thick fur, but reasonably sized with a lithe body that is finely muscles evenly, not giving her the appearance of thinness or the over powering of muscle. Though, she shows great strength when a passion of hers in the war that the world wages. Even if she uses her well tuned body to be more a thing of peace, then war. Her entire body seems generally rounded, that adds a gentle aura to gather around her and her body-language mimics that as well. Her face is unmarked and smooth, the fur short upon the bridge of her nose and between her eyes. Though, the fur gradually thickens at the sides of her face and is shaggy for a moment. Her face has a wise look upon her, but when she was near to death it slowly became more exhausted looking by the day. Lines that were once firm beneath her eyes, vanished when her body was returned to its soft, sleek form. Bramblefire's eyes are a delicate green, like chips of jade, they were never quite as dark as her fathers, they mirrored her mother's lighter shade. Around each of her eyes, there were crescent moons with a small fleck of black fur next to each of the points. Down on her face, her slightly twitching nose is a kitten pink, blurred brown around the edges. Her nose is framed by her long white whiskers that are just a tad longer then usual. This cat's ears are nicely rounded, slightly nicked on one side, but barely noticeable unless looked around upon. They are also black like her stripes. Across her body, her fur is a dark brown, scruffy in some places but mostly well groomed and neat. But before she passed on into SilverClan, her fur was matted and rough, and very unkempt. Her stripes are twisted and random upon her pelt though some hook along her back and across her legs. It goes along with her tail, though her tail is black tipped, the rest of the stripes are completely random.
Personality: Bramblefire is one more like a saint then a cat, she is soothing in all she says, and can't bare to hurt another cat. Her soul is clean, though we all have our faults. While she was young, she was timid thing, nervous to be away from her parents due to the darkness of the forest. The thought of an endless abyss of nothing frightened her, the thought of not being able to see terrified her. Though, she began to venture has a kindling of had bravery that begun to set in. Even though, she had gained bravery from both of her parents she had no intention to go to violence as the answer to problems. She prefers the action of words to be a better solution, which usually keeps her claws sheathed and away. But in desperate times, in such instances as great emotion she can turn to violence, the skill of war still burned in her veins even if she never used it. But after any battle, she usually goes into a sadness that she hurt others with her own paws which only recedes when something of greater happiness over powers it. Like her father, Bramblefire was always someone to feel most comfortable in a family situation. She just loves to be loved, and the loss of other around her makes her much upset. Maybe it was her familiarity to kits that made her such a sweet cat, devoted to the ones around, her showing fortitude to the younger of her clan when darkness comes upon them. Everyone knows kits have the most pure of souls, and maybe she rubbed off from them. But those good attributes don't give the freedom to say shes never naughty, she enjoys a friendly trick now and then, and sneaking off in the depths of night to enjoy the time with her mate, from a different clan.
History: This she-cat being part of a fairly odd family, has an odd past to boot. She was part of the three kit litter, Leafkit, herself, and Badgerkit. Leafkit, later named Leaftail, was aggressive toward her siblings, and constantly showed aggression. Though, it looked like more of a playful game to their parents though it was filled with underlying dark mischief. They spent their first few moons in the nursery of MoonClan but after they were weaned Owlstar took her and her brother to a river side to play in the shallows. The morning had started out wonderfully, splashing with fun and exciting but suddenly everything stopped as an adder appeared out of the reeds to come snout to nose with Bramblefire. Before anything could happen, the snake struck and she was left to fight off the venom. She writhed in agony for nearly all den, unable to move and completely immobilized. Though she willed death to come, it failed to arrive and she was given more time to live her youthful life. Soon after she became an apprentice, although her brother was granted permission due to a miraculous fight between himself and a badger. Apprenticeship went by quickly, and soon she was a young warrior. But her family was in shambles. War had been sparked between her parents and it was only worsened by the fact that Leaftail wasn't truly Owlstar's daughter. And to add to this mess, Bloodypelt, the true father of Leaftail pushed Hawkstar off of a cliff and she was pierced by a jutting spike. Luckily, Silverclan granted her an extra life to keep on living. Bramblefire was grateful of this, but things were heading in a different direction. She had torn herself away from her parents the moment she became a warrior though she still enjoyed the company of her brother and father. To fuel the emptiness she finally found a tom to suit her needs. On the moor she met a tom by the name of Rabbitfoot, though he was blind in one eye he was kind and loving to Bramblefire. They mostly lived in peace, meeting together now and again and by that time Bramblefire was expecting kits. She didn't take the traditional way of having them, instead of being in camp she ventured into the woods and had them in a solitary place. There were six kits, a fairly large litter, but they were born without trouble. They were named(from oldest to youngest), Rockclaw, Hazelfire, Ratwhisker, Pinetwig, Voletooth and Acornfur. The first three went to SerpentClan while the other three went into their father's Clan. By this time, Haze was in his full power and attempted many times to kill some of the kits though he succeeded in no of the attempts. Things were going well, until the night when Bramblefire and Rabbitfoot came together in their ignorance they didn't protect themselves properly. Rabbitfoot was killed at the paws of Haze that night. Even though she swore vengeance, it was not taken up until the woeful night Owlstar went into battle crippling Haze, but ending up dead himself. Her remaining days were hollow, her daughter Pinetwig meeting death before her mother caused Bramblefire great grief but soon after she became an elder, her mind leaving her in her age she wandered away into the woodlands. To out of it to notice the stalking of a predator, she was found by a cougar, and though her brother tried to save her, it was too late and she was killed. The leaving of the living was bittersweet, she was rejoined with her dead mate but she had to are watching her brother grieve.
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