Brackenpaw :: RiverClan :: Apprentice :: Tom
Mar 14, 2010 16:26:19 GMT -5
Post by .:Fawn:. on Mar 14, 2010 16:26:19 GMT -5
Name: Brackenkit
Age: 7 moons
Do you Honor?: Neither
Mate: -
Kits: -
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Apprentice
Breed: Tabby Mix
Appearance:
Age: 7 moons
Do you Honor?: Neither
Mate: -
Kits: -
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Apprentice
Breed: Tabby Mix
Appearance:
A typical run-of-the-mill tabby, Brackenkit has neither outstanding physical features nor below average characteristics either. His fur, with that black and gray ticking, still has much of it's downy-kittenish fluff, despite his fast-approaching 6-moons. With distinctive tabby markings, the ticking along Brackenkit's spine is so dark that it looks a racing stripe, which fits his narrow, lithe body just fine. This little tom kit is built for speed. His fluffy little kitten pelt is a light Abyssinian hue, a sort of golden brown, with variegated tawny and burnt-umber stripes all along his chest and legs. These tabby markings seem to be secluded only to his legs and chest, his fur dominantly covered by the salt-and-pepper ticking. Brackenkit has a slender build, with long, striped legs; he'll gain muscle definition later on into his apprenticeship. His tail is black-tipped.Personality:
Delicate white whiskers, a rose-petal-pink nose, and beautiful hazel eyes, Brackenkit seems anything but masculine. He's actually rather effeminate in behavior at this age—he takes everything life throws at him one dainty paw-step at a time.
Current:
Brackenkit has now become Brackenpaw, and has finished his first moon under Rosethorn's training. His kitten fluff is completely gone, and Brackenpaw has already begun to develop the muscles of a warrior-to-be.
With a prissy little whisker-twitch here and a haughty sniff there, he seems rather unpleasant to be around, but this isn't always the case. Brackenkit will grow out of his seemingly unmanly ways, the same way a little boy will eventually outgrow that feminine voice of his. All he needs is time. What won't be so quick to change, however, is this little tabby-tom's disbelief in StarClan. Brackenkit is one of those cats that has to see something, to be shown tangible evidence in order for him to believe it. It makes him a bit of a killjoy when listening to the stories the elders share, Brackenkit unable to sit still and listen without asking, “Do you have any proof?” or, “You don't really believe that, do you?” He's somewhat of a Smart-Alec, and doesn't settle for a casual explanation of things in desperate need of clarification. He wants proof, something he can hold and/or see for himself if he is to believe any of this cats-in-the-sky-watching-over-us crowfood his Clanmates are trying to feed him.History:
Brackenkit comes off as a difficult kit to be around, and there's definitely some truth to that. However, despite the little tom's disbelief in StarClan and rude behavior towards his Clanmates, Brackenkit does have a few positives to combat all of his negatives. Brackenkit is a quick learner; his ability to pick up on things normal kits his age would otherwise miss is almost startling. Brackenkit is of an intelligent, almost brilliant mind, ready to deal with just about anything. If given the chance, Brackenkit could very well be apprenticed now, despite being only 4 moons of age. Because of his boy-genius-like nature, Brackenkit is destined to do well in all that he attempts, but, due to this huge advantage over others, he's developed a bit of a superiority complex. Now, with this little complex, combined with the tom's extraordinary learning abilities, one might view him as a problem to the Clans—Brackenkit seeming like the type to never truly pledge his whole heart to the warrior cause. Again, this couldn't be farther from the truth. Brackenkit's as loyal as any, and fortunately (or unfortunately, depends on how you look at it), he's anything but ambitious. In fact, his drive to do much of anything out of his normal behavior is so low, it's a wonder he even has friends; he seems utterly boring and egoistical, even on a good day.
Brackenkit can show promise, however, despite his unfriendly personality, he just needs to be under the right circumstances—or with the right amount of guidance from the right cat—to really shine his brightest. He isn't all anti-StarClan and I-Am-So-Much-Better-Than-You every second of the day, after all, Brackenkit has Rowankit for a sister. If he's learned anything from having her as a sibling, then it's this: it doesn't hurt to smile and laugh every once a while, especially with cats you care about. Brackenkit really does try not to be such a killjoy around his sister, as he cares a great deal about her; he doesn't always show it, but he appreciates and envies her ability to accept things as they are. She seems to be his complete opposite, and he harbors a few small seedlings of jealousy over her friendly, compassionate nature, but never enough worth admitting. Brackenkit would blossom well under the guidance of a senior warrior as his mentor, or someone with enough experience to deal with him and all of his persnickety, conceited ways. Someone who can see the cat beneath the anti-social tendencies and bitter outlook on the world, perhaps? If such a cat exists, speak up now.
Brackenkit is the unpleasant son of Lightfur and Stripedtail, as well as the brother and closest friend to his sister, Rowankit. Because his sister was born first, and thus has seniority rights, Brackenkit lets her take the lead in whatever it is they're doing, preferring to follow at his own pace. As expected, nothing truly significant has happened in Brackenkit's life up to this point, the kit being only 4 moons old. He's lived his life without much excitement, preferring to lurk around camp or go bother some of the warriors with annoying questions they can't possibly answer. He doesn't like the elders very much, and tries his best to avoid them as much as possible—fearing that one day, he'll irritate them beyond all repair and be punished horribly for it. Truth be told, they aren't all that fond of him either.Roleplay Example:
Brackenkit has an interest in Raincloud, RiverClan's current Medicine Cat. Why? Because he can't seem to grasp how one cat can base their whole life around something they can never be sure even exists. Brackenkit can often be found hovering around her den expectantly, as if waiting for a feline-related phenomena to reinstate his belief in StarClan—or something like that... However, whenever he's questioned about this, Brackenkit just shrugs it off and goes on his way, as if he never meant to hang around there in the first place. I suppose you could get away with saying he has a bit of a crush on Raincloud, but he'd never ever tell. Deep in his heart, Brackenkit is actually kind of excited to become an apprentice, the tabby kit hoping to understand things he couldn't quite grasp before, like StarClan and the warrior code, but he's also hoping for a mentor who will help him find his purpose in life. Brackenkit feels a bit lost right now, but at least the future ahead of him seems a little brighter then it did yesterday.
Apprenticeship:
Brackenkit, now known as Brackenpaw, has been given Rosethorn as a mentor. This tough, experienced warrior is giving Brackenpaw second thoughts about his disrespectful behavior. A moon having passed already, the young tabby tom finds himself toughening up slightly. He's determined not to give Rosethorn a reason to scold him - but that doesn't mean he's going to make this apprentice/mentor relationship go too smoothly...
“Are you coming, Brackenkit?”Pictures:
The curious, questioning tone of his fellow clanmate, Lightkit, broke through the tabby-tom's thoughts light an icepick on a frozen lake. “I guess,” Brackenkit mewed in a detached voice, getting up from the nursery floor without much enthusiasm. They were going to the elders den to hear stories apparently, judging by what Brackenkit had picked up during the conversations held by the other kits. Oh how he hated going there! The looks the elders gave him when he showed complete and total disinterest in the stories they told made him somewhat annoyed, his ears would burn and his claws unsheathe; it wasn't his fault it sounded like a bunch of horse fodder! Following after the other kits with light, delicate paw-steps, Brackenkit spoke up, his voice soft, clipped, and very self-important. “Are you sure you really want to listen to another one of those stories? You know they're not true.” Lightkit, who often tried her best to be patient with him, glanced at him sadly, the she-cat unable to conjure a response to his words. Tigerkit, however, glared at him fiercely, “just because you don't think they're true doesn't mean they aren't!” The tom-kit was obviously a strong believer in StarClan, and Brackenkit hadn't the slightest interest in enlightening him on his thoughts on StarClan. “Whatever,” Brackenkit muttered, ears flicking back to press against his skull unpleasantly—roughly brushing past Tigerkit in the process. Tigerkit, however, irritated at Brackenkit's attitude, jumped on the indifferent tom-kit, claws unsheathed.
Slash!
A few tiny drops of scarlet littered the sun-dappled ground beneath them, Tigerkit lurching back with a shrill squeak of total shock. Brackenkit looked even more astonished, Tigerkit's blood staining one of his formerly pristine, pearly white claws. Sure, it was a simple cut on the shoulder, but Brackenkit had never injured anyone before—let alone a fellow denmate. “Sorry!” He muttered quickly, Lightkit giving him a terrified look as Tigerkit let out another yowl of pain—instantly summoning a warrior to their side. “Brackenkit scratched me!” He wailed, and Snowfall glanced first to the injured tom and then to the perpetrator, eyes narrowed. “It was an accident,” Brackenkit blurted out bluntly, and Snowfall looked as though he didn't quite believe him. “Go back to the nursery Brackenkit, you too Lightkit.” Lightkit looked as though she might protest, the she-cat wanting nothing to do with Brackenkit at the moment, but her common sense got the better of her. “Yes Snowfall,” she mewled obediently, and padded off towards the nursery before Brackenkit could so much as take a step in her direction. His ears went back grudgingly, “it wasn't my fault, the stupid furball jumped on me,” He argued to the senior warrior, and Snowfall nodded quietly, as though he understood and believed the kit's words—but, judging by the over-the-shoulder-look he threw the kit as he walked away... Perhaps Snowfall didn't truly believe him at all.
Mouse dung! I don't even care! He mentally hissed, roughly shoving his way into the nursery without much consideration for the cats he was disturbing inside. He honestly hadn't meant to hurt Tigerkit, it had simply been a knee-jerk reaction to the tom-kit pouncing on him. Besides, hadn't Tigerkit pounced on him first?
Regardless of what had happened...would anyone really believe he was innocent?
Brackenkit 1Codeword:
Brackenkit 2
Brackenpaw doesn't believe in it's existence.
. And why is your roleplay example so smmaaallll?