Post by BRIARFOOT on May 31, 2015 7:37:28 GMT -5
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| Briarfoot A dilute orange tabby with murky green eyes and mild facial deformities. |
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Still a younger tom, Briarfoot has more growing to do, but it’s clear that he’s likely only to get longer, if anything at this point. Short in height, long in body, and quick of step, Briarfoot proved to be an excellent hunter able to dart across the rises and through the tall grass with admirable agility. His claws are longer and more curved than usual and always seem to be poking out just a little bit. While it may look as though he’s looking for a fight, the truth of the matter is that their permanent deployment simply helps him make quick, tight maneuvers while sprinting.[break][break]
Covered in soft, plush fur, Briarfoot boasts diluted orange coloring with broad tabby stripes and splotches all over his body. His markings vary in size and intensity, with the strongest of them lingering near his haunches, left side, and the length of his tail. [break][break]
Perhaps the most notable thing about his appearance would be the minor deformities that marred his face, resulting in a drooped, curled ear, and the right side of his head and face being slightly smaller than the left. The misshapen nature of his face hasn’t seemed to slow him down, and instead, has only driven him to greater feats and performances in the past. Even better, it seems that his eyesight remained unaffected with the awkward shaping of his skull, and murky green eyes are more than able to pinpoint fast moving prey.
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Compassionate. – Born with a heart too big, Briarfoot is achingly compassionate. He feels deeply for those around him, and often picks up on and shares their emotions. It makes him a very easy cat to talk to about personal things or troubles… it also makes him easy to manipulate—at least until his strong morals kick in. Briarfoot will go out of his way to assist his clan mates, and he does it simply because it’s in his nature to do so. He is often viewed as friendly and approachable thanks to his compassionate nature. One shouldn’t believe that because he is compassionate that Briarfoot is afraid to do what is necessary to help someone, even if they don’t like it or want it. His moral compass demands truth, excellence, and loyalty—and sometimes loyalty can be painful. When he exposed Thornpaw’s poppy addiction, he did so from a place of compassion and love for his brother, but it was a hard call to make that cost him his friendship with his littermate.
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Honest. – While he’s just as skilled as the next cat at lying, Briarfoot refuses to do so. He remembers the hurt of being lied to, and has no desire to inflict that pain on anyone else. It’s his own personal code to remain truthful at all times, even when it’s difficult or painful. Because of this, he has built a reputation even amongst other clans as being a reputable, honorable, and honest young warrior. He refuses to lie, for himself or for anyone else. On a surface level this is a positive quality, but it has resulted in other cats not telling Briarfoot certain things, knowing that if they were breaking any rule or law, he would never cover for them.
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Bashful. – Driven and focused and working hard to excel in his role as a Warrior, Briarfoot must have skipped out on lessons in socialization. He has a tendency to miss several social queues, and to present some that he doesn’t actually mean to. Because of his very kind, caring, and genuine nature, sometimes other cats can mistake his standard interactions as flirtation, and it always leads to very awkward moments and reddened cheeks for Briarfoot. This trend has led him to second-guessing himself as well as his interactions with other cats, but what’s more—it’s starting to make him pay attention, and he can be overwhelmed by what he notices, like a pretty she-cat’s whiskers or what her eyes look like during a hunt. He has become rather shy and bashful around she-cats, and often fumbles during interactions. It’s easy to make him blush and stutter.
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Determined. – At an early age, Briarfoot felt the ache of being underestimated thanks to his deformities. He felt as though his parents and the medicine cat were constantly watching him to try and see if there was anything else wrong with him. He first felt encouraged during a play-fight with his siblings in front of the nursery when a Warrior laughed and cheered him on. From that moment forward, he strove to be the best at everything he applied himself to. He developed a reputation of working hard, of being the first to volunteer to run additional patrols, or to pick up the slack from a hunt that came back empty-mawed. He’s a kill-pile half-full sort of cat. Unfortunately, due to his workaholism, while he may have a positive reputation amongst the clan, Briarfoot doesn’t have a whole lot of close friendships thanks to his lacking social life.
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Likes.[break][break]
00. Chasing Rabbits.[break]
00. Catching Birds.[break]
00. Sun-Bathing.[break]
00. Listening to Frogs Croak.[break]
00. Sleeping Curled Up Against Someone Else.[break][break]
Dislikes.[break][break]
00. Witnessing Disrespect.[break]
00. Stickers and Burrs.[break]
00. The Taste of Lizard Meat.[break]
00. When Others Don’t Take Personal Responsibility.[break]
00. Water (He can’t swim).[break][break]
Goals.[break][break]
00. Be Assigned an Apprentice.[break]
00. Continue to Hone His Skills.[break]
Fears.[break][break]
00. Public Speaking.[break]
00. Famine.[break]
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Kit.[break][break]
00. It feels cold in the outside world, and he wants nothing more than to nestle back into Mother’s warmth. He keeps getting moved and turned with his face turned this way and that. A tiny, crooked mouth opens and squeaks in protest. If nothing else, his enthusiasm spared him. Both blind and deaf, he doesn’t see the worried looks, and he doesn’t hear the word, “deformed.”[break][break]
03. The wrestling games between Briarkit and the other kits have only grown rougher with time and age, and now Briarkit finds himself wrestling older and larger kits to the ground, gnawing on their shoulders and pummeling their bellies with his back paws. He can see adults looking over with an approving amusement. It was then that he decided approval was infinitely better than disappointment.
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05. “What are you snickering about?” Briarkit’s head tilted when he came upon his littermates, laughing and tumbling around behind the nursery. “Briarkit!” It was his brother, Thornkit, that welcomed him, “I was getting something from the kill pile when I heard the leader talking—I get to be apprenticed to a Senior Warrior. And you get Sootnose—she’s barely been a warrior at all!” Thornkit snorted, clearly pleased at his advantage. Briarkit frowned sternly, and the long-bodied kit pounced forward to bat at his brother’s head, “She’s still a Warrior and she’s worked hard to get there, and if she’s going to be my mentor, you’re not going to speak badly of her.” Briarkit hissed.
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Apprentice.[break][break]
07. Briarpaw slinks through the tall grasses after Sootnose, his abnormally long tail streaming out behind him. Though he had always been good at the scenting games the kits played in the camp as they grew older, it hadn’t prepared him in the slightest for the complexities of actually hunting. “A-and you just… you can smell it, even from so far? All I got was…” Briarpaw paused and craned his neck to give the bush another sniff, “Just a dull scent marker from the dawn patrol,” Rather than crestfallen at the amount of learning he had before him, Briarpaw only felt more determined.
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09. He’s the first of his siblings to get to attend a Gathering, and even though he knows it means he owes them freshkill for a quarter moon, it’s well worth it. For the first time, he gets to see the cats from the clans he’s heard his Mentor and other Warriors speak of, and he finds himself trying to assign faces to names. He saw her with the Riverclan cats. He couldn’t tell if she was white, silver, pale cream, or ginger—but… she was pretty... Clearing his throat, Briarpaw shook his head and quickly trailed after Sootnose. He never did speak to her, whoever she was.
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11. For the last few moons, Thornpaw’s behavior seems ‘off’ sometimes. His eyes were cloudy and hazed, sometimes he drawled his words… With worry that gnawed at his belly, Briarpaw began to stalk his brother to try and figure out what was wrong. What he found was that Thornpaw had been stealing poppy from the Medicine Cats den. “You can’t just eat it like that, it’s for pain!” Briarpaw told him, long tail lashing behind him, “Don’t tell them, please don’t tell- I’ll stop, I can stop, I—“ Thornpaw stuttered and shook his head at the same time. Briarpaw narrowed his eyes at his brother, slowly backing up a pace. “You’ve said that before, Thornpaw. I can’t lie for you anymore. It isn’t right.” And so he told.
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Warrior.[break][break]
12. As proud as he is of earning his warrior name, Briarfoot’s pride remained tempered by his disappointment at not sharing his vigil with his brother. Thornpaw’s naming ceremony had been delayed, and would be—until he was off of the poppy entirely. Regret and worry mingle together in his stomach. He knew what he did was right. It would always be the right choice, no matter how powerful the guilt became. He only hoped Thornpaw would feel the same way.
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13. Briarfoot paced back and forth in front of Sootstar’s den, waiting for his old mentor and new leader to return from receiving her nine lives. He hadn’t been able to sleep that night, both with worry and excitement, as well as the lingering sadness from his former leader’s passing. The accident had been so sudden, and none of them had been prepared—Sootstar included. He had to welcome her back. He had to be the one to smile and show support. He knew how much it meant, and he knew how infrequently it was received. “I’m with you,” he told her some time later, after Windclan’s meeting had ended.
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14. (Current. Will update once some RP has happened and there’s something to say.)
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appearance
[break] Still a younger tom, Briarfoot has more growing to do, but it’s clear that he’s likely only to get longer, if anything at this point. Short in height, long in body, and quick of step, Briarfoot proved to be an excellent hunter able to dart across the rises and through the tall grass with admirable agility. His claws are longer and more curved than usual and always seem to be poking out just a little bit. While it may look as though he’s looking for a fight, the truth of the matter is that their permanent deployment simply helps him make quick, tight maneuvers while sprinting.[break][break]
Covered in soft, plush fur, Briarfoot boasts diluted orange coloring with broad tabby stripes and splotches all over his body. His markings vary in size and intensity, with the strongest of them lingering near his haunches, left side, and the length of his tail. [break][break]
Perhaps the most notable thing about his appearance would be the minor deformities that marred his face, resulting in a drooped, curled ear, and the right side of his head and face being slightly smaller than the left. The misshapen nature of his face hasn’t seemed to slow him down, and instead, has only driven him to greater feats and performances in the past. Even better, it seems that his eyesight remained unaffected with the awkward shaping of his skull, and murky green eyes are more than able to pinpoint fast moving prey.
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personality
[break]Compassionate. – Born with a heart too big, Briarfoot is achingly compassionate. He feels deeply for those around him, and often picks up on and shares their emotions. It makes him a very easy cat to talk to about personal things or troubles… it also makes him easy to manipulate—at least until his strong morals kick in. Briarfoot will go out of his way to assist his clan mates, and he does it simply because it’s in his nature to do so. He is often viewed as friendly and approachable thanks to his compassionate nature. One shouldn’t believe that because he is compassionate that Briarfoot is afraid to do what is necessary to help someone, even if they don’t like it or want it. His moral compass demands truth, excellence, and loyalty—and sometimes loyalty can be painful. When he exposed Thornpaw’s poppy addiction, he did so from a place of compassion and love for his brother, but it was a hard call to make that cost him his friendship with his littermate.
[break][break]
Honest. – While he’s just as skilled as the next cat at lying, Briarfoot refuses to do so. He remembers the hurt of being lied to, and has no desire to inflict that pain on anyone else. It’s his own personal code to remain truthful at all times, even when it’s difficult or painful. Because of this, he has built a reputation even amongst other clans as being a reputable, honorable, and honest young warrior. He refuses to lie, for himself or for anyone else. On a surface level this is a positive quality, but it has resulted in other cats not telling Briarfoot certain things, knowing that if they were breaking any rule or law, he would never cover for them.
[break][break]
Bashful. – Driven and focused and working hard to excel in his role as a Warrior, Briarfoot must have skipped out on lessons in socialization. He has a tendency to miss several social queues, and to present some that he doesn’t actually mean to. Because of his very kind, caring, and genuine nature, sometimes other cats can mistake his standard interactions as flirtation, and it always leads to very awkward moments and reddened cheeks for Briarfoot. This trend has led him to second-guessing himself as well as his interactions with other cats, but what’s more—it’s starting to make him pay attention, and he can be overwhelmed by what he notices, like a pretty she-cat’s whiskers or what her eyes look like during a hunt. He has become rather shy and bashful around she-cats, and often fumbles during interactions. It’s easy to make him blush and stutter.
[break][break]
Determined. – At an early age, Briarfoot felt the ache of being underestimated thanks to his deformities. He felt as though his parents and the medicine cat were constantly watching him to try and see if there was anything else wrong with him. He first felt encouraged during a play-fight with his siblings in front of the nursery when a Warrior laughed and cheered him on. From that moment forward, he strove to be the best at everything he applied himself to. He developed a reputation of working hard, of being the first to volunteer to run additional patrols, or to pick up the slack from a hunt that came back empty-mawed. He’s a kill-pile half-full sort of cat. Unfortunately, due to his workaholism, while he may have a positive reputation amongst the clan, Briarfoot doesn’t have a whole lot of close friendships thanks to his lacking social life.
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Likes.[break][break]
00. Chasing Rabbits.[break]
00. Catching Birds.[break]
00. Sun-Bathing.[break]
00. Listening to Frogs Croak.[break]
00. Sleeping Curled Up Against Someone Else.[break][break]
Dislikes.[break][break]
00. Witnessing Disrespect.[break]
00. Stickers and Burrs.[break]
00. The Taste of Lizard Meat.[break]
00. When Others Don’t Take Personal Responsibility.[break]
00. Water (He can’t swim).[break][break]
Goals.[break][break]
00. Be Assigned an Apprentice.[break]
00. Continue to Hone His Skills.[break]
Fears.[break][break]
00. Public Speaking.[break]
00. Famine.[break]
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history
[break] Kit.[break][break]
00. It feels cold in the outside world, and he wants nothing more than to nestle back into Mother’s warmth. He keeps getting moved and turned with his face turned this way and that. A tiny, crooked mouth opens and squeaks in protest. If nothing else, his enthusiasm spared him. Both blind and deaf, he doesn’t see the worried looks, and he doesn’t hear the word, “deformed.”[break][break]
03. The wrestling games between Briarkit and the other kits have only grown rougher with time and age, and now Briarkit finds himself wrestling older and larger kits to the ground, gnawing on their shoulders and pummeling their bellies with his back paws. He can see adults looking over with an approving amusement. It was then that he decided approval was infinitely better than disappointment.
[break][break]
05. “What are you snickering about?” Briarkit’s head tilted when he came upon his littermates, laughing and tumbling around behind the nursery. “Briarkit!” It was his brother, Thornkit, that welcomed him, “I was getting something from the kill pile when I heard the leader talking—I get to be apprenticed to a Senior Warrior. And you get Sootnose—she’s barely been a warrior at all!” Thornkit snorted, clearly pleased at his advantage. Briarkit frowned sternly, and the long-bodied kit pounced forward to bat at his brother’s head, “She’s still a Warrior and she’s worked hard to get there, and if she’s going to be my mentor, you’re not going to speak badly of her.” Briarkit hissed.
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Apprentice.[break][break]
07. Briarpaw slinks through the tall grasses after Sootnose, his abnormally long tail streaming out behind him. Though he had always been good at the scenting games the kits played in the camp as they grew older, it hadn’t prepared him in the slightest for the complexities of actually hunting. “A-and you just… you can smell it, even from so far? All I got was…” Briarpaw paused and craned his neck to give the bush another sniff, “Just a dull scent marker from the dawn patrol,” Rather than crestfallen at the amount of learning he had before him, Briarpaw only felt more determined.
[break][break]
09. He’s the first of his siblings to get to attend a Gathering, and even though he knows it means he owes them freshkill for a quarter moon, it’s well worth it. For the first time, he gets to see the cats from the clans he’s heard his Mentor and other Warriors speak of, and he finds himself trying to assign faces to names. He saw her with the Riverclan cats. He couldn’t tell if she was white, silver, pale cream, or ginger—but… she was pretty... Clearing his throat, Briarpaw shook his head and quickly trailed after Sootnose. He never did speak to her, whoever she was.
[break][break]
11. For the last few moons, Thornpaw’s behavior seems ‘off’ sometimes. His eyes were cloudy and hazed, sometimes he drawled his words… With worry that gnawed at his belly, Briarpaw began to stalk his brother to try and figure out what was wrong. What he found was that Thornpaw had been stealing poppy from the Medicine Cats den. “You can’t just eat it like that, it’s for pain!” Briarpaw told him, long tail lashing behind him, “Don’t tell them, please don’t tell- I’ll stop, I can stop, I—“ Thornpaw stuttered and shook his head at the same time. Briarpaw narrowed his eyes at his brother, slowly backing up a pace. “You’ve said that before, Thornpaw. I can’t lie for you anymore. It isn’t right.” And so he told.
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Warrior.[break][break]
12. As proud as he is of earning his warrior name, Briarfoot’s pride remained tempered by his disappointment at not sharing his vigil with his brother. Thornpaw’s naming ceremony had been delayed, and would be—until he was off of the poppy entirely. Regret and worry mingle together in his stomach. He knew what he did was right. It would always be the right choice, no matter how powerful the guilt became. He only hoped Thornpaw would feel the same way.
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13. Briarfoot paced back and forth in front of Sootstar’s den, waiting for his old mentor and new leader to return from receiving her nine lives. He hadn’t been able to sleep that night, both with worry and excitement, as well as the lingering sadness from his former leader’s passing. The accident had been so sudden, and none of them had been prepared—Sootstar included. He had to welcome her back. He had to be the one to smile and show support. He knew how much it meant, and he knew how infrequently it was received. “I’m with you,” he told her some time later, after Windclan’s meeting had ended.
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14. (Current. Will update once some RP has happened and there’s something to say.)
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claims
CLAN - + [b][color=E8FAFA]Briarfoot[/color][/b] [i]short description.[/i] WHO'S WHO - + [font color="02a1a7"]▍[/font] [b][a href="link to character PROFILE"]BRIARFOOT[/a],[/b] +WIND CLAN + WARRIOR NAME CLAIM - + [color=02a1a7]▍[/color] [b][color=02a1a7]BRIARFOOT[/color],[/b] + WINDCLAN + [i]BOGES[/i] 
