Post by bracken on Mar 26, 2013 16:39:56 GMT -5
Bramblepaw
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top] 10 MOONS TOM THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE | [atrb=style, width: 296px; padding: 5px; background-color: e3e3e3; border-top: 4px solid #000000;] GENERAL INFORMATION NAME, Bramblepaw BRIEF DESCRIPTION, Huge, broad shouldered, tabby tom with amber eyes. FAMILY, Paternal Grandfather: Pinestar, Paternal Grandmother: Leopardfoot, Maternal Grandmother: Speckletail, Mother: Goldenflower, Father: Tigerstar, Sister: Tawnypaw APPEARANCE The spitting image of his father. Although he is young the apprentice was already large for his age, board shouldered like his father, claws long enough they could not be hid behind his paws. He would be large, as big as his father if not larger. Paws still too big for hid body, at times he would trip over them if he was not careful. His muscles were still developing, each day the tom grew stronger, each day he became more like his father. His eyes were a striking amber hue, the closest thing he came to resembling his mother in appearance. His pelt a thick tabby coat of stripes, each more dark than the next. If he were any darker he would be a shadow. Thick bushy tail another extension of his body, a part trained in hunting, giving cues to his moods. Two sharply tipped ears adorn his head, each feature along his body as striking as the last. What his father was in scars that told tales his son was in youth and perfecting physique. Perhaps this is what Tigerstar looked like before his claws became drenched with blood and the taste of ambition soaked his tongue. PERSONALITY Like father, not always like son. A conflict of personalities raged within the apprentice. He was his fathers son in one sense, he could be ruthless, ambitious, cold, but he was also his mothers son, kind, caring, loving. Who he would grow up to be was yet to be seen. For the most part the apprentice wanted to be the best warrior he could for his clan, be a wise mentor, brave warrior and abide the warrior code he knows. Although things are not as they were when his parents were kits, he loves to hear the old tales. The tales Bluestar was a part of, Lionheart, whom Bramblepaw never met, the warriors of old the original Shadow, Wind, River and Thunder. He wanted to be part of a legend someday, a tale to give kits something to strive for. That was the cat he was with his mother, loving, kind and someone who might have been a hero in another life. With his father he was a miniature Tigerstar at times. Keen hunter, powerful fighter growing stronger every day with training. The spitting image of his father and perhaps Tigerstar saw his inheritance in Bramblepaw although Tawnypaw was more ambitious than Bramblepaw ever would be. He wished to be, wanted to be, wanted to impress his clan and his father, be the cat he was supposed to be. Or at least the cat he thought he was supposed to be. The future leader of Thunderclan if not Tigerclan. When he was not with his father listening to meetings, training or hunting, he was listening to stories, playing with the kits, dreaming... He had dreams of clan life before him, when the clans lived in timid harmony, border skirmishes were the most fighting warriors saw in moons, gatherings were peaceful and Starclan dreamed with them. Perhaps... just maybe he could be that leader again. Yet Bramblepaw was still young, still influenced. Only time would tell what type of warrior he would be. HISTORY His mother loved his father before she knew it perhaps. She could not, would not see who he was becoming. She could only see the handsome, ambitious tom whom all in the clan could pictures as leader. Goldenflower loved Tigerclaw, even though it was painfully obvious to all whithin the clan, even her that he did not love her, she did not care. She would not care. The love her mate did not give her, she gave to her kits when they were born, Tawnykit and Bramblekit. They never were without love from their mother, she was stern but caring, wanting them to be the best warriors possible from the start. Bramblekit could only remember a pawful of times their father had come to visit them in the nursery, Goldenflower would say he was busy with his deputy duties, duties Bramblekit wanted one day, father and son together. That was what he was told, what he was to be trained for so he believed. Bluestar had visited often, as she did with any litter that was born. She was a fabulous mentor, one he had hoped to call mentor until her untimely death. It had affected his sister more than he, yet he would not show sorrow, not with his father watching, his father the new leader of Thunderclan. His apprenticeship saw changes. Things were now changing within the clans, all the clans. Alliances that had never been, his fathers whispers of a larger clan, Tigerclan. Everything that was against the stories he had been told as a kit. His world constantly changing now, between the cat he was becoming through rigorous training and the cat he would have been had the clans never changed. Deaths seemed to be more frequent, Starclan had to be angry, at least he thought so. Brambepaw trained hard, determined to impress his father, be the cat he was supposed to be for his clan, as the leaders son and spitting image of him. Yet he could not deny the other part of him, the part that still wanted to be leader, but also wanted to be a fair and nobel leader. One worthy of a proud tale, not a nightmare for kits. His sister was far more ambitious than he was, she knew what she wanted and she was changing to become it. He missed his kind and loving sister, the one who readily played games. Yet he still loved her, as he always would. The tom was becoming a great hunter, and a better warrior due to longer training, the harsh winter making him want to train harder, the warmth working brought kept the chill out, even though he had a thicker pelt. In time Bramblepaw would make a choice, be his father or himself. OTHER INFORMATON Not that I can think of. RP SAMPLE The thick gush of blood engulfed his mouth, the heady scent of iron clouded his senses for a moment. Allowing the rabbit to leave his jaws the apprentice glanced up at the gray cloud sky thanking Starclan for bringing the rabbit onto Thunderclan territory. It would be a good meal for Thunderclan. The apprentice was rather proud of himself, his mother would give him due praise, perhaps his father. The large muscular tom with the thick tabby petl and amber eyes, a miniature Tigerstar, something he was proud of, and should be proud of. His sister, and her tortoiseshell pelt and quiet ambitious nature. What a family they were. Lifting the gray meal into his mouth he easily carried it without shuffling around the body or walking awkwardly. As the snow crunched beneath his large paws the tom did his best to remind himself not to trip. There were others in the forest these days, cats he did not fully trust and would not. The Bloodclan who were the subject of gossip, whispers, cats no sane cat would trust yet his father thought they could aide him in creating Tigerclan. Could they be trusted? Surely Tigerstar knew what he was doing. Yes, yes he did Bramblepaw thought with a nod of assurance. The tom inhaled, over the scent of dead rabbit he could just scent home. Glancing up he noticed the suns position, he would have but a few moments to relax before he would be due for battle training or patrol. His paws were weary, yet hopefully it would be time spent with Tawnypaw, he wanted to speak with her, gain her perspective of their father's dallying with this Bloodclan. He also knew what she would say, the fact that their father was a great leader, someone they should want to be, and he did, didn't he? Most he assumed expected him to be made deputy one day, become leader afterward, it would be as if Tigerstar never passed, his son and image sitting atop the High Rock, yet his sister. He knew her dreams could he ver deny her that? He was not sure. ETCETERA OTHER CATS, |
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