Post by blexity on Aug 28, 2020 9:08:27 GMT -6
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[attr="class","appHEADER"]Briarclaw
[attr="class","appTAG"]@/briarclaw - tan tortie-point she-cat with yellow eyes
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| 24 MOONS | FEMALE | BISEXUAL | THUNDERCLAN | WARRIOR |
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[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]HISTORY
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]TRAITS
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| + hardworking + optimistic + loyal + intelligent + brave | - stubborn - blunt - naive - prideful - reckless |
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[attr="class","appFIELD"] Since kithood, Briarclaw has had one main goal: be the best warrior her clan has ever seen. She’s not terribly fond of the taste of blood, but she loves the thrill of a fight, the challenge of, with every passing moment, being better than the already skilled fighters surrounding you. Briarclaw is not one to back down from a challenge—she may bemoan or drag her paws beforehand, but once she starts a task, you’d best believe she’ll see it through. She is friendly and respectful to everyone, but only extends genuine trust to a few, and once lost, her trust is gone. She has what the kids call ‘reckless tendencies’, so despite the fact that anyone can see she’s got a good head on her shoulders, she’ll also do things without thinking and pay the price later. She’s smart and she knows it, so while she does her best not to let it get to her head, she definitely has her moments of “Oh, I’m... better than everyone else in the room! Crazy!” When Briarclaw has an idea, she is devoted to it, and while she’ll take constructive criticism, it will take a fantastic argument to sway her away from her plan. The closer you are to her, the more willing she is to listen to you. While she does her best to be diplomatic when the situation calls for it, she isn’t one for sugarcoating, and will not hesitate to tell you what she thinks in the clearest possible terms. Briarclaw wants, more than anything, to make her clan proud of her, and to truly feel as though she is a necessary asset.
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]HISTORY
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Briarclaw was born to Sorrelbee and Pinestep of ThunderClan, alongside a brother, Owlpelt. Her mother, Sorrelbee, was named after her playful disposition as an apprentice, but sobered somewhat by the time Briarclaw and her brother came along. Pinestep had been named for his silken foot in the woods, and it was his reputation as an impressive hunter that had convinced the flighty Sorrelbee to settle down with him. It was an unlikely match, but the one thing Briarclaw never questioned growing up was her parents’ love for one another. Everything else, on the other hand, was up for grabs. The now-jaded Sorrelbee favored the quiet, thoughtful Owlkit, while Briarkit talked the whole camp into a frenzy. Why was the sky blue? Where had mice come from? Why were trees so tall, and she so short? Pinestep, to everyone’s surprise, adored his chatty daughter, and doted on her constantly. It wasn’t that Sorrelbee didn’t love her daughter, or Pinestep his son, but the two kits understood that this was simply how it is. As Briarkit grew, though, she realized she might have drawn the short straw in the favoritism games, because Pinestep would disappear on hunting trips and patrols for days at a time. He took it more seriously than other warriors, who would return to camp at nightfall after an unsuccessful hunt. Not Pinestep. That tom would stay in the woods until he had something worth bringing home, a trait that Briarkit mimicked. What would get his attention, if not a perfect copy of his perfectionism?
When Briarkit became Briarpaw, she had anything but an orthodox apprenticeship. She went through not one, not two, but three mentors. Her first mentor, Nettleface, was a bubbly but soft she-cat who vanished not two weeks into Briarpaw’s training, and was later found in a nearby barn growing fat off of fieldmice. Her second mentor, an old tomcat named Volewhisker, trained her for one moon before announcing in front of the entire clan that he was retiring, and the kit would need someone else to train her. This, of course, gave Briarpaw the concern that she was, inherently, unteachable. Her final mentor, Sandyfoot, was by far her favorite. He made her feel more heard, more understood than her previous mentors. It wasn’t all good, though, because he also pushed her much harder than the previous two. Briarpaw took a blow when Owlpaw was promoted to warrior sooner than she was, because his training had continued uninterrupted, but Sandyfoot was there to push her through it. She sparred with the other apprentices—her friends Palepaw and Starlingpaw, Sandyfoot’s daughters—and eventually fought in real battles, proving quicker than she’d thought she could be. But still, she wasn’t made a warrior.
Then, when she was eighteen moons old and itching to get out of the apprentice’s den, she and the other two senior apprentices were assigned a midday patrol, alone. Palepaw had grown increasingly aloof, as she was sure to be made a warrior within the moon. Starlingpaw, while on a similar trajectory, had a little more tact. Then, while Briarclaw was considering giving Palepaw a battle scar to discuss at her first Gathering as a warrior, the trio found themselves smack between two young and angry foxes. A long battle ensued, and while I won’t illustrate the gory details, trust me, It Was Sick. At the end, the foxes had bolted, wounded, and the she-cats were picking their way slowly back to camp. Palepaw had been hurt the worst, which had only made Starlingpaw and Briarpaw more serious about getting home quick. At one point, Palepaw’s wounds became too much for her, and she couldn’t go any further. Briarpaw had had to run the rest of the way to camp, tell Owlpelt and Sandyfoot where the others were, and collapse. She had refused to let the medicine cat touch her until Palepaw was treated.
Palepaw never made it back.
After the events of the fox incident, Starlingpaw and Briarpaw were made warriors. Now, at 24 moons, the fox attack remains the largest fight Briarclaw has been in. She had exchanged terse words with ShadowClan warriors, but has never been in anything more than a border scuffle with a warrior of another clan.
Briarclaw was born to Sorrelbee and Pinestep of ThunderClan, alongside a brother, Owlpelt. Her mother, Sorrelbee, was named after her playful disposition as an apprentice, but sobered somewhat by the time Briarclaw and her brother came along. Pinestep had been named for his silken foot in the woods, and it was his reputation as an impressive hunter that had convinced the flighty Sorrelbee to settle down with him. It was an unlikely match, but the one thing Briarclaw never questioned growing up was her parents’ love for one another. Everything else, on the other hand, was up for grabs. The now-jaded Sorrelbee favored the quiet, thoughtful Owlkit, while Briarkit talked the whole camp into a frenzy. Why was the sky blue? Where had mice come from? Why were trees so tall, and she so short? Pinestep, to everyone’s surprise, adored his chatty daughter, and doted on her constantly. It wasn’t that Sorrelbee didn’t love her daughter, or Pinestep his son, but the two kits understood that this was simply how it is. As Briarkit grew, though, she realized she might have drawn the short straw in the favoritism games, because Pinestep would disappear on hunting trips and patrols for days at a time. He took it more seriously than other warriors, who would return to camp at nightfall after an unsuccessful hunt. Not Pinestep. That tom would stay in the woods until he had something worth bringing home, a trait that Briarkit mimicked. What would get his attention, if not a perfect copy of his perfectionism?
When Briarkit became Briarpaw, she had anything but an orthodox apprenticeship. She went through not one, not two, but three mentors. Her first mentor, Nettleface, was a bubbly but soft she-cat who vanished not two weeks into Briarpaw’s training, and was later found in a nearby barn growing fat off of fieldmice. Her second mentor, an old tomcat named Volewhisker, trained her for one moon before announcing in front of the entire clan that he was retiring, and the kit would need someone else to train her. This, of course, gave Briarpaw the concern that she was, inherently, unteachable. Her final mentor, Sandyfoot, was by far her favorite. He made her feel more heard, more understood than her previous mentors. It wasn’t all good, though, because he also pushed her much harder than the previous two. Briarpaw took a blow when Owlpaw was promoted to warrior sooner than she was, because his training had continued uninterrupted, but Sandyfoot was there to push her through it. She sparred with the other apprentices—her friends Palepaw and Starlingpaw, Sandyfoot’s daughters—and eventually fought in real battles, proving quicker than she’d thought she could be. But still, she wasn’t made a warrior.
Then, when she was eighteen moons old and itching to get out of the apprentice’s den, she and the other two senior apprentices were assigned a midday patrol, alone. Palepaw had grown increasingly aloof, as she was sure to be made a warrior within the moon. Starlingpaw, while on a similar trajectory, had a little more tact. Then, while Briarclaw was considering giving Palepaw a battle scar to discuss at her first Gathering as a warrior, the trio found themselves smack between two young and angry foxes. A long battle ensued, and while I won’t illustrate the gory details, trust me, It Was Sick. At the end, the foxes had bolted, wounded, and the she-cats were picking their way slowly back to camp. Palepaw had been hurt the worst, which had only made Starlingpaw and Briarpaw more serious about getting home quick. At one point, Palepaw’s wounds became too much for her, and she couldn’t go any further. Briarpaw had had to run the rest of the way to camp, tell Owlpelt and Sandyfoot where the others were, and collapse. She had refused to let the medicine cat touch her until Palepaw was treated.
Palepaw never made it back.
After the events of the fox incident, Starlingpaw and Briarpaw were made warriors. Now, at 24 moons, the fox attack remains the largest fight Briarclaw has been in. She had exchanged terse words with ShadowClan warriors, but has never been in anything more than a border scuffle with a warrior of another clan.
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| PREFIX; sandy brown pelt | SUFFIX; fierceness in battle |
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