Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Feb 17, 2008 13:38:28 GMT -8
Name: Brackenstripe
Age: 17 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Mistclan
Apprentice: None
Appearance: Brown tabby fur with dark stripes that curve down the side of his face. White chest and chin, with lean muscles and long legs. Broad, white muzzle with long white whiskers. Tall black ears, and a tall, lean figure with strong muscles. Sky-blue eyes that shine with sunlight and warmth. Light brown fur atop his nose. Large white paws, and a long tabby striped tail with a white tail-tip.
Voice: He has a high, yet deep voice that is still maturing. Also a friendly voice that never is spoken without humor.
Battle: Brackenstripe is quick, cunning, and most of all, annoying. In battle, he often talks non-stop, his opponent getting frustrated by his quick movements and mocking jokes. By doing this, he quickly wears his opponent out, then goes in for the finishing blow. This tactic has never failed... at least to those who aren't equipped to handle his powerful tools of clouding the mind.
Personality: Laid-back and easy-going, Brackenstripe loves to be the center of attention. He sheds a warm spirit around camp, lighting up even the dreariest of days. He likes to make jokes, and to point out the flaws that one cat may be embarrassed about. He has incredibly powerful tools of annoyance, and can find the raw nerve of any cat, and pick at it until he end up tearing the heck out of there.
Although he is the "class clown", Brackenstripe takes his training seriously.
History: Born in the Mistclan nursery, he was an only kit, so he constantly craved attention. He liked to run around camp causing chaos, and getting in trouble for his little tricks. The first day he was allowed outside of camp, everyone knew who he was. Even the Dawnclan patrol he ran into wile exploring the forest. He loved to be the center of attention, often by telling jokes or being annoying. He loved to ask questions like "Why?", and to repeat the question until a warrior ran out of answers. The light shed from the tiny kit was enough to send cats running.
Apprenticed at 6 moons, everyone in camp was relieved to see he had a mentor to look after him. His mentor was a patient cat who usually dealt with overly-hyper apprentices. But even his mentor wasn't prepared for Brackenpaw's powers of annoyance.
Although he likes to goof around, Brackenpaw took his training very seriously. He often put on pause his fun so he could become a great warrior. Around this time, he also learned how powerful his words were in battle. And he often would enrage his enemies and dodge their attacks until they were to worn out to fight properly.
Made a warrior at 10 moons, Brackenstripe never ceased his bright personality. He became very popular in the Clan because of his constant socialization and fun nature. Although he still likes to goof around, he has matured to the point that he knows when to stop. Apprentices and kits like him because he likes to play. And despite his constant need for attention, Brackenstripe loves kits. To play with them, at least.
Family: No identifiable family.
SW: Brackenstripe crept silently through the bushes. Keeping his stomach low to the ground, he rasped his tongue over his muzzle. His eyes staring intently forward... about to catch his prey. He check the wind direction one more time, then crouched. He rocked his haunches from side to side, then sprang.
"ROAR!" Brackenstripe yelled, erupting from the bushes.
The she cat who had sat in-front of the bushes, calmly cleaning her back sprang into the air. She landed, and whirled around to see the face of Brackenstripe, his white whiskers spread wide in a mischievous grin.
"Have you had your fun!?" She spat. She wasn't angry, but she didn't want to admit that Brackenstripe had successfully scared her out of her fur.
Brackenstripe grinned, "Scared ya didn't I?"
"No, I was just preoccupied. Besides, you should warn me. I thought another Clan was attacking!"
"But where's the fun in that?"
The she-cat snorted, "Why can't you grow up? You are setting a bad example to the kits!"
"The kits'll be lucky to end up like me rather then you. Imagine how boring it would be to just walk around camp barking orders all day," Brackenstripe
joked.
The she-cat snorted again, then padded away in a fit.
Brackenstripe smiled, then padded in the direction of the nursery. He was instantly knocked off his feet by three small shapes. He landed with a "oof" and stared up into the grinning faces of three kits. He pretended to make a dying gasp, and collapse.
The kits looked concerned. One crept closer to his face.
"BOO!" Brackenstripe jumped up, sending the kits sprawling backward in a series of excited and surprised squeals. He jumped to his feet, and chased after the kits as they realized he was going to chase them.
The kits spread out, all taking different directions.
Brackenstripe tried to keep them in sight, but they sprang on his from behind. He and the kits collapsed in a pile of fur and sheathed claws. Brackenstripe couldn't help but laugh.
Other: Brackenstripe likes to flirt with every she-cat he meets.
