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Brackenfeather App - RaggedClan

Published: Jan 10, 2013

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_{General Info

Name: Brackenkit / Brackenpaw / Brackenfeather

Age: 27 Moons

Gender: Male / Tom

Breed: Toyger x Classic Tabby

Appearance: Large, broad shouldered tom with varying shades of tan and brown. His eyes are a vivid, piercing green that kindle with a friendly fire. Sporting a sturdy frame with thick, corded muscles, Brackenfeather is a little bigger than the average tom with a fairly long tail and medium length, pointed ears. He has a small notch from his left ear and a scar on his right shoulder from past experiences.

Rank: Warrior

Clan: RaggedClan

Family & Loved Ones

Father: Lionfang | Deceased | NPC of StarClan

Mother: Sorrelwing | Deceased | NPC of StarClan

Sibling(s): None

Mate: None

Kits: None

Personality
| Outgoing | Brave | Confident | Coarse | Brutally Honest |

Outgoing - Brackenfeather, although somewhat toned down from as an apprentice, is very charming and ready to have a good time. Friendly to boot and warm, this tom's not afraid to speak with people and strike up some fun conversation. Energized and raring to go, Brackenfeather can be quite fiery.

Brave - Even though he might be a little too energized for some people's tastes, no one can doubt this young tom's bravery. After the loss of his parents and mentor, he is determined to do whatever he can to make their spirits proud...

Confident - Maybe a little too confident for his own good. As an apprentice, his overconfidence almost won him some serious wounds. In his need to proof himself to those already passed on, he can sometimes be a little brash in his actions.

Coarse - Without meaning too, Brackenfeather can sometimes say hurtful things, especially if he's angry. He doesn't forgive easily, either, so if you lose his trust, don't expect to get it back any time soon.

Brutally Honest - If you're a liar, Brackenfeather is definitely not your guy. He hates trickery and deceit, and he speaks what's on his mind. This can tend to get him in trouble, but it can also be refreshing every now and then...

History
~ Welcome to the World ~
When Brackenfeather brought into this world, his parents knew immediately that he was going to be a strong, fiesty little guy. Wriggling and mewling to no end, this brown-furred tom-kit was already showing signs of being a pawful. Named for his brown coat, Brackenkit quickly began to grow into quite the troublesome kit. He was constantly exploring and sticking his nose into places that he shouldn't. So much so that one day, the energetic bundle managed to escape while his parents' backs were turned, and made it into the territory.

Despite the warnings of the elders, his clanmates, and most persistent, his parents, Brackenkit went on an adventure all by himself, being the only kit of his litter. It started out perfectly fine, no trouble, no pain, just eagerness, excitement, and an insatiable curiosity. That was, until the clumsy tom-kit tripped over his own paws and tumbled headlong down a hill...and straight into a thorn bush. Brackenkit squealed something fierce as he struggled to free himself of his thorny entrapment, and eventually, he did. Not without his fair share of cuts and scrapes though, some a little deeper than others.

When he stumbled back into camp, he found it a flurry of panicked activity. A cry of 'There he is!' greeted him and then next, his mother exploding from only StarClan knows where, sweeping over him like a whirlwing.

Needless to say, Brackenkit got the scolding of his life, yet he couldn't quite get the dazzling memory of his territory out of his mind. After he was treated by their medicine cat, all of the young kits wounds healed, only one leaving a mark: the one scar that he still bears on his shoulder to this day. Even with a delayed apprentice ceremony, Brackenkit rapidly was growing into a large, energized warrior.

~ Choosing the Path of a Warrior ~
Brackenkit stood in front of the Clan and his leader, excitement tangible off the young tom. The leader's words rang out clearly as Brackenkit stood, head and tail raised.

"Brackenkit, until you receive your warrior name, you shall be known as Brackenpaw. Raventail will be your mentor," Brackenpaw, newly appointed, felt his enthusiasm droop.

"But....but he's so old!" he complained, seeing his new mentor. A frail, aging, tiny tom with a scruffy pelt and fur so very short. He wasn't really all that old, but an incurable sickness had plagued the middle-aged tom, making him much more weak than he should've been. Outraged and horrified gasps followed his words, and his father gave him a swift, hard cuff on the ear. Raventail had merely chuckled, approaching Brackenpaw. Even though he was outspoken and young, Brackenpaw had enough chagrin to lower his head.

"He's honest... a good quality in a young warrior," the small black tom had mewed, accepting Brackenpaw as his apprentice. Feeling dejected at being chastised at the ceremony and having Raventail as a mentor, Brackenpaw just gave a small embarrassed shrug to the praise. At the mention of seeing the territory though, he rapidly brightened and followed Raventail out.

~ Inconsolable ~
"Ha!"

Brackenpaw turned around, head held high and tail raised, his face smug. He'd done the new move that he'd been practicing flawlessly. Raventail gave a small nod of approval at how quickly his apprentice learned the tricks and skills of fighting. They had to work much more when it came to hunting, but battle training was a whole different world.

"Good, Brackenpaw. But remember, using moves in an actual fight is an entirely different thing," he mewed, receiving a small frown from his apprentice in response. He still complained about his mentor's frailness, although he had to admit that the black tom cat knew an exceptional amount...

"Maybe if you'd practice it with me, I'd know," he grumbled under his breath. Raventail ignored him, although he must have heard.

"Again, Brackenpaw..."

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"We're under attack!"

Brackenpaw jerked up with surprise, immediately awake. Rushing out of the apprentice's den, he saw unfamiliar warriors streaming through the camp entrance. Harsh shrieks and cries racked his ears as the sounds rushed to him. Anger pulsed through him and a much more familiar pang of grief tore through him.

AspenClan! He'd lost his parents during a battle of the border... They had slipped on the rocky territory in the rain, being pushed and shoved, falling down together... With a screech of his own, he flung himself at a brown she-cat, his claws hooking into her pelt. Despite his younger age, Brackenpaw had grown exponentially in the past moons, and his superior weight toppled her over. Victory coursed through him, only to be shattered as she wriggled from his grasp, her claws tearing painfully into his ear. Letting out a yowl, the blows began, his more powerful, but hers much, much quicker. Soon, he felt himself growing tired. Lunging forward, he used the move that he'd been practicing with Raventail, confident of it. Suddenly, he was slammed out of it, mid-attack. Too slow! As the she-cat loomed over him, he struggled, preparing for a vicious attack that was undeniably coming. A streak of shadow slammed her off of him and Brackenpaw rolled up to his paws in surprise.

"Raventail?" he whispered in awe as his weak mentor attacked the she-cat. He could see the anger in her eyes and Brackenpaw rushed to help. He was intercepted by an AspenClan apprentice, though, and he had to turn and face him. Using his larger size and older age on the younger tom, Brackenpaw went all out, hammering at him until he fled. Whirling around, he saw Raventail being thrown to the side, hitting the ground hard. Blood slicked the frail tom's pelt and Brackenpaw let out a wild cry as he rushed over to his mentor. He turned a glare on the she-cat, and she looked confused and mortified... She hadn't known about his condition, why he wasn't moving...

"AspenClan, retreat!!"
The order split the night and the pounding of retreating paws quickly receded into the night. Raventail shifted, drawing Brackenpaw's gaze to the weakened tom.

"Brackenpaw..." The older apprentice's heart clenched and he crouched down, his voice raw.

"I'm here, Raventail..." he whispered hoarsely. His heart beat painfully in his chest as he realized just how much he cared for Raventail...How much he still needed him... Regret shadowed his face at all the trouble he'd given the black tom over something he couldn't handle.

"Brackenpaw...You're going to be a great warrior someday...You have courage and honesty...." Raventail murmured, breathing growing shallower.

"And you'll be there to see it, Raventail. I wouldn't have been anything without you... I couldn't have had a better mentor," he mewed, truly believing those words. Raventail had grown to be much more than just a weak mentor. He'd become his best friend, almost a father after Brackenpaw had lost his...

"I can't do this without you..." he whispered weakly to the dying warrior.

"You can and you will Brackenpaw... Your parents would be proud.... I know I am..." he murmured as he faded away. The tom gave one last shuddering breath, eyes closing and he lay still.

"Raventail...? Raventail!" Brackenpaw cried, eyes widening in distress. No! No! He shook uncontrollably, tears staining the fur on his face.

"Raventail!!!

~ The Promise ~
"...You will known as Brackenfeather. StarClan honors your courage and honesty."
Brackenfeather lowered his head as his leader rested his muzzle on it. Licking his shoulder in respectful tradition, Brackenfeather raised his head, strange emotions churning inside him as his Clanmates called his new name. The death of Raventail still made him feel hollow, being only a couple days ago. Yet, he felt he couldn't just wallow in grief. Raventail had faced his troubles head on, accepting and growing from them, so he would to. As he was flooded with congrats, he gave a polite smile and nodded, thanking them each in turn...

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Brackenfeather fluffed up his fur against the autumn chill as he held his vigil, protecting the camp. He raised his face up to the sky, surveying the stars with his striking green gaze. That was where StarClan used to be... Was their realm still up there somewhere? Were his parents? ...Was Raventail?

At the thought of them, his hear gave a squeeze and he diverted his sad thoughts to happy memories of them all... They were bittersweet, but he cherished them...

Lionfang...Sorrelwing...Raventail... If your up there, or out there somewhere...and if you can hear me... I promised to be the best Warrior I can be. For all of you... he promised silently. The only response was the stillness of the night. But that was enough for him... He'd make them proud.

Relationships
Neutral
Friend
Close Friend
Crush
Love
Dislike/Hate
Family
Jealous
Respect

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TBA Once Established

RP Example:
*** From WP, and excerpt from my character Haunt ***

A large, black pelted tom slid silently through the shadows, gliding along on soundless paws. The only aspect of the rogue visible in the impenetrable darkness was the glowing, piercing, moss-green gaze that took in every detail in the blackened area. Haunt, the hardened leader of the Obscurity Rogues, could sense something amiss; something was not quite right in his home, and he was about to figure out what exactly it was. A shaft of light abruptly exploded in the gloomy cavern that he called home, forcing him to retreat a step backwards, hissing, and squint his eyes against the assault on his senses. Blinking rapidly to hasten to adjusting to the impromptu beam, he peered at the center where the flare seemed to eminate from. Haunt's fixed, emotionless mass shattered as his eyes stretched open, the brilliant light reflecting off the two distended green orbs.

"Moonlight..." he whispered, his voice a mixture of raw pain and grief. Longing was visible in his posture, his words, his voice, the way he spoke... it consumed him, enveloped him, became him. The aurora of light shifted, and a silver-coated she-cat emerged, stars glimmering in her fur. Her pelt was untainted by any other blemish of color, her dazzlingly blue eyes as luminescent and incandescent as he remembered. She moved towards him, and Haunt's paws trembled at the mere sight of her. Oh, how he missed her... Every day, the sorrow of her death brought the everlasting pain that pierced his steeled heart. Her memory was engrained into his very being and he cherished it despite the haunting agony it brought with. Haunt...even his own name had become a cruel, ironic mockery of the lost love that had been embezzled from him.

When her fur touched his, Haunt's head snaked around to bury his face into her neck. Drawing in a deep breath, he willed her scent back into his mind, relishing the feel of her pelt against his once more. Moonlight's coat now carried an embargo of wild, fresh new scents of starlight, warmth, and brightness; yet, still underneath all that, it was the same. Just like he remembered, after all this time... His heart beat in time with hers until she spoke his name, nothing more than a soft murmur from her muzzle that sent it hammering and leaping in a chaotic frenzy, responding to her voice. He clung to her desperately, as if they might become one, as if they might somehow still be together, forever, as they had planned.

As swiftly as Moonlight had come, she faded away; the embodiment of his only happiness disappaering. Haunt's eyes flashed open, head snapping up, his breathing ragged and his unsheathed claws digging into the dirt beneath his paws... A dream...Merely a dream. Resting his head back down on his paws, he squeezed his eyes shut, body softly shaking. It had seemed so real... The tom's black pelt felt cold without her beside him, and her loss washed over him anew, drowning him in sorrow as he fought to return to some form of peaceful slumber.

The powerful tom lay in the unwavering, pitiless darkness, left with nothing for the night, except for the unyielding ache of anguish that the death of his beloved Moonlight had permanently given him...

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RP'ing Preferences

Note: Yes, definitely one of my favorite ways to RP.

Blog: Yep, another fav of mine.

Skype: I never Skype RP.

Chat: It's alright, but I never seen to catch anyone when they're on.
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