Post by Chinchilla on Nov 20, 2012 13:57:54 GMT -5
Brindlestorm
[/b][/size]for her brown and ginger fur, for her fierce personality.[/font]
[/center]AGE Twenty four moons
GENDER Queen
RANK Warrior
CLAN Cloudclan
LOOKS Brindlestorm is a powerful cat, with thick shoulders and a size that surpasses many she-cats and toms alike. She is built to hit hard and has enviable endurance, but she isn't particularly fast and lags behind many of her quicker clan-mates. Her fur is mostly brown, but she has many patches of orange splattered across her pelt and a white stomach and chest. She has a tendency towards putting on weight, but her frequent exercise keeps her muscular rather then chubby. She doesn't really care what she looks like, and it shows in the sometimes messy set of her fur.
LIKES Fighting, hunting, kits, taking someone down a peg, leaders, moving around, everything being nice and organized, honor, respectful cats.
DISLIKES Liars, arrogant cats, herbs, being confined to the camp, orders being disobeyed, dishonorable cats, cowards, pretty much everything, disorganization.
FEARS Dogs.
HOPES For Cloudclan to be safe, to die in battle with honor, to be powerful, to be honorable in general.
OVERALL
Brindlestorm is as fierce as the storm she was named for. While serious and dutiful, she is a warrior through-and-through and lives to fight for her clan. The retreat from their old territory is a fresh wound for Brindlestorm, who views it as a personal failure. Had she been a better warrior, they wouldn't have had to flee. Because of this, she has become even more protective of her clan. Brindlestorm is confrontational to outsiders, refusing to budge even an inch when it comes to things such as clan borders. However, she has learned when it's time to back down from a fight... but she is a vengeful cat, and remembers those she once ran from so that she may get revenge in the future.
On the outside, she is a snappy and irritable cat. Her temper is hot and easily provoked, and she has a sharp tongue with which to insult everyone and everything. However, underneath the angry surface there is a total softy. She has a romantic side, and she is fiercely protective of those she cares for. If someone digs far enough underneath the thorny surface, Brindlestorm is a shockingly affectionate cat. She is, however, easily embarrassed by shows of affection and will brush off her own with embarrassed mumbles about having now really meant it. She doesn't want anyone to think she's gone soft, after all.
Brindlestorm is moody and prone to sulking. She holds a grudge and will remember those that wronged her for a long time. She reacts to teasing quite explosively, though in many cases this is just a way to hide that she actually enjoys such interactions. Her moods are often grim. Despite all this, she has a surprising sense of humor and likes jokes. Her sense of humor is a bit dark, though.
Despite these flaws, Brindlestorm is an excellent soldier. She obeys the commands of her leader without question, and thinks very little of disobedient cats. She would happily die if that was needed for the good of Cloudclan. She is also honorable and believes strongly in following the warrior code. She thinks very, very little for those who disobey the code or view it as mere suggestions rather then laws.
She is a very honest cat, with a surprising amount of patience. She can try again and again at something without growing frustrated, and she is very patient with apprentices she trains. She detests liars and cowards equally, and isn't afraid to tell them this. Perhaps because of her honesty, she can be a bit blunt. She makes no attempts to sugarcoat her words, believing that lying to someone is far crueler then any form of the truth.
Determination is another of Brindlestorm's virtues. It's also her greatest flaw. Brindlestorm doesn't give up, even if she's bloody and beaten. She will try again and again until she has succeeded at something, be it fighting, training or hunting. She is also stubborn and refuses to give in on any of her beliefs, even if she's obviously wrong. Once she gives her loyalty to a cat, they have her loyalty for a long time indeed.
PAST
Brindlekit was born an only kit, the daughter of Redflower and Blackear. Her parents were older and had tried for a litter for many, many moons and were delighted by their child. She was strong and healthy, much to the pride of her parents, and she soon showed that she had inherited her fathers size. She was the apple of her daddy's eyes, and adored her mother will all the simple minded devotion of a kit.
Life was good for the trio, even if it was lonely with no littermates around. Brindlekit followed her father around whenever he was in the camp, and played with the other kits of the nursery when not. She was slightly spoiled by them, but that was okay. She was a wild and inquisitive kit, poking her nose where it didn't belong constantly.
She became an apprentice and trained under Rocktalon, a serious tom who quickly set to teaching her to turn her massive energy to duties that benefited the clan.
Then Blackear was killed by a Duskclan patrol.
His body was brought back to the camp so that his family could share tongues with him one last time. Something in Brindlepaw broke upon seeing him, and she fled from the camp. Her mentor left to return her, and Brindlepaw became vicious and bitter. How could Duskclan take her father from her? Why?
She drew into herself, startled by the death. Her mother, already aging, elected for an early retirement to the elder den in the wake of her mates death. She and Brindlepaw drew apart, Brindlepaw furious and demanding revenge and her mother instead believing they should move on.
Brindlepaw threw herself into training and became a warrior in record time. She was declared Brindlestorm for her strength and ferocity. She was determined to live up to her fathers memory.
Duskclan attacked, and Redflower died. Brindlestorm had been unable to save her aged mother. Horrified and furious, she threw herself into the battle. She was evetually forced to flee from the camp, driven into the wilderness.
She reunited with the retreating clan, injured and mourning. She wasn't too badly injured from the battle, with a minor limp that healed and disappeared as the days went on. She stewed on the battle, furious that she had been forced to flee and that her clan had lost its home.
The new Cloudclan camp was a place unlike any she had seen before. But she refused to leave her damaged clan, instead focusing her misery and fury to rebuilding and protecting their new territory.
OTHER For honor!