Post by briarpaw on Oct 26, 2012 1:02:34 GMT -5
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NAME Briarpaw
GENDER Female
CLAN WindClan
RANK Medicine Cat Apprentice
MENTOR Open - WindClan still needs a meddie.
AGE 6 moons
DESCRIPTION Brown tabby she-cat with white chest and paws
APPEARANCE
No one but Briarpaw will ever understand why she chose to follow the path of a medicine cat. She has the potential of being one of the best warriors the forest had ever seen. Her shoulders are thick and broad, with the promise of being powerful once she gained a little weight. Her legs muscles, especially her back ones, are strong and supple. Briarpaw's one of the best jumpers in WindClan because of them.
Aside from that, she looks like an average cat. She has mostly brown fur, with white paws and a white chest. Like her mother, her pelt is medium-length. It's not much help in leaf-bare, but not much of a hindrance in greenleaf either. Her eyes are naturally narrowed and bright amber. When she looks into your eyes, you feel like she knows more about you than you do. It's kind of unnerving, really...[/ul]
PERSONALITY
Either inspite of or because of her position as medicine cat apprentice, Briarpaw will make friends with anyone. Since borders don't really exist for medicine cats, that includes loners and kittypets. It doesn't matter to her whether your parents were from her Clan, an enemy Clan, outside of a Clan, or even if you're half-Clan. Your parents don't dictate how you live your life, or at the very least they shouldn't.
It takes a lot to bring Briarpaw's mood down. Only when there's a death in the Clan will she be upset. From the moment she wakes up to the moment she goes to sleep, she has a smile on her face. Whether it's strained or whether it's only a small grin, you can always count on Briarpaw to bring cheer to a small crowd. She's always happy, and her happiness is contagious when she wants it to be.
Because of her usual cheer and good will, a lot of cats tend to forget that she has walked with StarClan. If caught in the right mood, Briarpaw can show wisdom beyond what her age would suggest. She speaks of destiny and fate and the will of StarClan, and that all anyone can really do in the end is pray and hope that everything will be better. She's one of those cats that thinks StarClan controls everything in life: The weather, the blessings, and even the tragedies. StarClan has a destiny planned for every cat, they just need to find it.
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HISTORY
It was amazing to everyone that Snowdrift and Rabbitleap could stand each other long enough to have kits. She was spirited and brave; he was skittish and nervous. They weren't friends, but they weren't enemies either. They were just familiar faces to each other. They had kits together only to help the Clan. Rabbitleap was a good cat, though. He stopped in the nursery at least once a day to see how Snowdrift was, checking to see if she needed anything. He brought her fresh-kill when she was hungry and water when she was thirsty.
He was with her when the belly pains came. He fetched the medicine cat immediately, who said she was going into labor half a moon early. But everything was going to be okay; it wasn't unknown for queens to give birth this early. There were only minor complications with the birthing process. The first to be born was the biggest, a black and white tomkit that they named Ashkit. Second born was Briarkit, a brown she-kit with a white chest and paws. Lastly to be born was a light-gray she-kit named Ravenkit.
Since Ashkit was both the oldest and the biggest, he had the most sway in what the trio would do. Briarkit was quite happy with this arrangement. She enjoyed the games her only brother came up with. Ravenkit, on the other hand, wanted to be leader. For some reason, she thought she knew better than her older siblings. Whatever decision Ashkit came up with, no matter how much fun it sounded like, Ravenkit would argue with.
Briarkit was often caught in the middle of their debates, and slowly became the mediator between them. She could calm Ashkit's temper with a soothing meow, and make Ravenkit keep her competitive side downplayed with a single look. It was noticed by the medicine cat as well, and soon he was inviting Briarkit into his den to help him with herbs. She was fascinated by all the herbs and knowledge, and asked questions constantly. It was only a moon before they were to be made apprentices when she said she wanted to be a medicine cat. Ashkit and Ravenkit didn't understand why she wanted to be around stinky old herbs, and for once they were in agreement. Briarkit had bees in her brain.
She tried to make them understand why she chose that path. She'd never have a mate or kits, but her whole Clan would be her family. She would take care of them in ways only medicine cats could. Heal wounds, banish sickness, speak with their lost Clanmates... Every time one of them came close to understanding, the other would pull them back. When six moons rolled around, she gave up. She'd chosen her fate, and who cared if her littermates didn't understand or like it?
MCA
Briarpaw got her wish. She was made apprentice to the medicine cat while her littermates were made warrior apprentices. They're still not on very good terms, but Briarpaw won't grovel to either of them any more. If they wanted to make up, they'd have to come to her.[/list]
ROLE PLAYER Shiny
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