Post by Brackenstar on May 13, 2006 15:45:02 GMT -5
Name: Brackenstar
Age: Twenty-Nine Moons (2+ Years)
Gender: Male
Position: Leader
Clan: WindClan
Description: Brackenstar, referred to ‘Bracken’ at parts in this biography, is a simple dark tabby cat with a white, almost peach-colored, underbelly of bright fur. Bracken has a strong, forceful build and a mind to go along with it. He has long legs, as it is custom to be a stereotype of most WindClan cats and warriors. From his eyes are two amber slits that make up his cold, but loving, eyes. They allow him to communicate with the cats around him without actually using words, as it isn’t always formal to give out words to comfort a cat at all times. Sometimes the softening of these so-called ‘orbs’ makes up more than a thousands caresses could do. A dark auburn outlines his body and his main fur. Ebony flecks make their way into the fur, lying roughly against his aubergine-shaped face. His paws are slim and narrow at the hind parts, flecked with pale ivory at the edges of each four lower extremities of his legs. His muzzle and above his abdomen is entirely a heavy copper-color with light tiger-markings of onyx at the ends. His fur is fairly long but he lacks a scrunched face and hunched over body like that of a Persian. To the common twolegs and such that would label him, he’s a definite mix of a Maine Coon but with no clear roots whatsoever.
Between his thin whiskers, narrow snout, and long tail, Bracken has a bit of a personality. He believes in what he suspects is right and does not waver from that position. His loyalty for WindClan has pushed to the boundaries of pure loyal. Most felines explain him as ‘loyal-to-the-bone’ for WindClan. And it is true, he will always side with a WindClan cat no matter the dispute, and he believes that his Clan is always right. His belief in StarClan has never failed him and some cats suggest that he expects too much of his warrior ancestors. Even so, with modest sexist comments and commands as many male leaders tend to give out, Brackenstar is above all: too determined for his age. Most leaders gain their wisdom through their lives and their hope from their past experiences. Only with one of his lives gone, Bracken is a bit too proud of WindClan and their accomplishments, hence his occasional and peculiar moments of lost thought and even childish behavior. A young leader, but a proud mind, sometimes he tends to be full of malice and no heart at all, but he makes up with it for his love to all cats, honestly no matter what the Clan. Even with strong tensions between the Clans from eon-old disputes, he holds the right to help any injured cat from another Clan and he holds his word to that.
Quick Desc.: Dark, swift tabby tom
History: Bracken was born into WindClan, perhaps that’s where his ‘full-blooded loyalty’ comes from, as a past enemy hissed in an insult to him at a battle.
His parents were named Skytail, a pretty silver-blue she-cat with black tinged around her maw, and Deepthroat, a large brown tabby tom with wide shoulders. Growing up in the Clan was easy enough for him, but the lack of social interaction seemed to be a problem at kitten hood. He had been the only one born in his litter and he only had his mother to talk and play with. Yet, by apprenticeship, he had grown to have many short-talking friends and also a few common enemies who thought differently than him. Nonetheless, he grew up with lack of the knowledge of the imperfections in this world and he was always like that and never seemed to change.
Brackenpaw was the apprentice to a bony, slender she-cat by the name of Barleylegs. She was a dark mottled she-cat with long legs, as he had as well, and was a most-deserving mentor for him. She taught him and he picked up on things quickly enough to pay his dues in many killings of fresh-kill for the Clan. Although at times Barleylegs would have to scold him for his sharp tongue, she whipped him into shape and undid the knowledge of the world to him that he carries today. It’s because of her teachings and explanations of the forest that make up the leader’s mind today.
He became a warrior within deserving age and received the name Brackenface for his darkly lined face. He lived out the early days of his warrior hood as a lazy lump in the middle of camp, feeling refreshed that he didn’t have any apprentice duties to work on anymore. Skytail quickly grew to unlikeness of his new personality and demanded that he get to work hunting and, if he tried, he might just get an apprentice someday. He took his mother’s words gently and only casually hunted down in the plains and fields.
However, a battle ended up coming his way. RiverClan and WindClan were having another dispute over the Bridge territories. Some apprentice had jumped the border by mistake and RiverClan ordered a battle. Although Brackenface didn’t exactly agree with the circumstances he was at the front of the line of the battle. Skytail and Deepthroat were right behind him from the start. In the midst of the battling cats, however, Skytail had died and as much of an effort that Deepthroat could put up to save her, the RiverClan cats devoured his life first. Grief-struck, Brackenface retreated with the rest of the Clan, dragging his mother’s body as another cat took his father’s. He was in silent vigil for their deaths for many nights and it seemed that he didn’t leave their place for at least a moon. He knew, secretly, this was the way that they’d want to die: together. His parents believed in the power of love and they believed if a loved one died then they should die with them. However, Brackenface believed differently and decided, after many moments and days of pondering, that he wouldn’t mourn again. Instead he would live out each day in remembrance of them.
He took on an apprentice, Longpaw, and trained him well every step of the way. Feeble as the apprentice was, he made a great warrior by the name of Longfang. His own mentor, Barleylegs as mentioned earlier, had been the deputy of WindClan for many moons and had served well. Shortly after Longfang’s ceremony she passed away in a rampage from a group of rogue cats. Out of all of the cats of WindClan, Brackenface was chosen as the new deputy. At the ripe age, having been through so much and still remaining loyal to WindClan and StarClan, he seemed to be a righteous choice for the position and he certainly was. Throughout his early deputyship he spent his time calling out patrols and wandering around the borders making sure no enemy cats got past.
Soon, though, Amberstar grew old just too quickly as she was the Clan leader of WindClan at the time. She passed away silently in the night on her last life, leaving Brackenface as a young, but noble, leader of WindClan. After a period of mourning for Amberstar, Brackenface went out of his way to Mothermouth and to the Moonstone to receive his nine lives and it was successfully accepted facing his dream in front of that crystal quartz stone. He returned to the Clan, wiser than before it seemed, and with a new future.
Shortly after becoming leader terror seemed to strike WindClan, though, and he had to stop it. A fire had spread from Morgan’s Farm and the brambles at the edge of the territory were up in flame-apprentices were caught playing behind them! The new leader had sprung into the fiery brambles and pushed out the cats before the bramble started to burn him alive. It crashed down onto his body, the spiky thorns of the bramble dug him into the ground and he was unable to come up. Slowly the fire made its way up, with the smoke, to his senses and began to cough heavily, choking and gagging from inhaling so much of it. He died that day. Lost his very first life. StarClan had sent him back with enough strength to come up from the brambles and run back to his home. But they left a scar on his shoulder from the burning bramble. Down one life, Brackenstar has made an ultimate recovery from back then and his leadership is looking up each and every day.
Age: Twenty-Nine Moons (2+ Years)
Gender: Male
Position: Leader
Clan: WindClan
Description: Brackenstar, referred to ‘Bracken’ at parts in this biography, is a simple dark tabby cat with a white, almost peach-colored, underbelly of bright fur. Bracken has a strong, forceful build and a mind to go along with it. He has long legs, as it is custom to be a stereotype of most WindClan cats and warriors. From his eyes are two amber slits that make up his cold, but loving, eyes. They allow him to communicate with the cats around him without actually using words, as it isn’t always formal to give out words to comfort a cat at all times. Sometimes the softening of these so-called ‘orbs’ makes up more than a thousands caresses could do. A dark auburn outlines his body and his main fur. Ebony flecks make their way into the fur, lying roughly against his aubergine-shaped face. His paws are slim and narrow at the hind parts, flecked with pale ivory at the edges of each four lower extremities of his legs. His muzzle and above his abdomen is entirely a heavy copper-color with light tiger-markings of onyx at the ends. His fur is fairly long but he lacks a scrunched face and hunched over body like that of a Persian. To the common twolegs and such that would label him, he’s a definite mix of a Maine Coon but with no clear roots whatsoever.
Between his thin whiskers, narrow snout, and long tail, Bracken has a bit of a personality. He believes in what he suspects is right and does not waver from that position. His loyalty for WindClan has pushed to the boundaries of pure loyal. Most felines explain him as ‘loyal-to-the-bone’ for WindClan. And it is true, he will always side with a WindClan cat no matter the dispute, and he believes that his Clan is always right. His belief in StarClan has never failed him and some cats suggest that he expects too much of his warrior ancestors. Even so, with modest sexist comments and commands as many male leaders tend to give out, Brackenstar is above all: too determined for his age. Most leaders gain their wisdom through their lives and their hope from their past experiences. Only with one of his lives gone, Bracken is a bit too proud of WindClan and their accomplishments, hence his occasional and peculiar moments of lost thought and even childish behavior. A young leader, but a proud mind, sometimes he tends to be full of malice and no heart at all, but he makes up with it for his love to all cats, honestly no matter what the Clan. Even with strong tensions between the Clans from eon-old disputes, he holds the right to help any injured cat from another Clan and he holds his word to that.
Quick Desc.: Dark, swift tabby tom
History: Bracken was born into WindClan, perhaps that’s where his ‘full-blooded loyalty’ comes from, as a past enemy hissed in an insult to him at a battle.
His parents were named Skytail, a pretty silver-blue she-cat with black tinged around her maw, and Deepthroat, a large brown tabby tom with wide shoulders. Growing up in the Clan was easy enough for him, but the lack of social interaction seemed to be a problem at kitten hood. He had been the only one born in his litter and he only had his mother to talk and play with. Yet, by apprenticeship, he had grown to have many short-talking friends and also a few common enemies who thought differently than him. Nonetheless, he grew up with lack of the knowledge of the imperfections in this world and he was always like that and never seemed to change.
Brackenpaw was the apprentice to a bony, slender she-cat by the name of Barleylegs. She was a dark mottled she-cat with long legs, as he had as well, and was a most-deserving mentor for him. She taught him and he picked up on things quickly enough to pay his dues in many killings of fresh-kill for the Clan. Although at times Barleylegs would have to scold him for his sharp tongue, she whipped him into shape and undid the knowledge of the world to him that he carries today. It’s because of her teachings and explanations of the forest that make up the leader’s mind today.
He became a warrior within deserving age and received the name Brackenface for his darkly lined face. He lived out the early days of his warrior hood as a lazy lump in the middle of camp, feeling refreshed that he didn’t have any apprentice duties to work on anymore. Skytail quickly grew to unlikeness of his new personality and demanded that he get to work hunting and, if he tried, he might just get an apprentice someday. He took his mother’s words gently and only casually hunted down in the plains and fields.
However, a battle ended up coming his way. RiverClan and WindClan were having another dispute over the Bridge territories. Some apprentice had jumped the border by mistake and RiverClan ordered a battle. Although Brackenface didn’t exactly agree with the circumstances he was at the front of the line of the battle. Skytail and Deepthroat were right behind him from the start. In the midst of the battling cats, however, Skytail had died and as much of an effort that Deepthroat could put up to save her, the RiverClan cats devoured his life first. Grief-struck, Brackenface retreated with the rest of the Clan, dragging his mother’s body as another cat took his father’s. He was in silent vigil for their deaths for many nights and it seemed that he didn’t leave their place for at least a moon. He knew, secretly, this was the way that they’d want to die: together. His parents believed in the power of love and they believed if a loved one died then they should die with them. However, Brackenface believed differently and decided, after many moments and days of pondering, that he wouldn’t mourn again. Instead he would live out each day in remembrance of them.
He took on an apprentice, Longpaw, and trained him well every step of the way. Feeble as the apprentice was, he made a great warrior by the name of Longfang. His own mentor, Barleylegs as mentioned earlier, had been the deputy of WindClan for many moons and had served well. Shortly after Longfang’s ceremony she passed away in a rampage from a group of rogue cats. Out of all of the cats of WindClan, Brackenface was chosen as the new deputy. At the ripe age, having been through so much and still remaining loyal to WindClan and StarClan, he seemed to be a righteous choice for the position and he certainly was. Throughout his early deputyship he spent his time calling out patrols and wandering around the borders making sure no enemy cats got past.
Soon, though, Amberstar grew old just too quickly as she was the Clan leader of WindClan at the time. She passed away silently in the night on her last life, leaving Brackenface as a young, but noble, leader of WindClan. After a period of mourning for Amberstar, Brackenface went out of his way to Mothermouth and to the Moonstone to receive his nine lives and it was successfully accepted facing his dream in front of that crystal quartz stone. He returned to the Clan, wiser than before it seemed, and with a new future.
Shortly after becoming leader terror seemed to strike WindClan, though, and he had to stop it. A fire had spread from Morgan’s Farm and the brambles at the edge of the territory were up in flame-apprentices were caught playing behind them! The new leader had sprung into the fiery brambles and pushed out the cats before the bramble started to burn him alive. It crashed down onto his body, the spiky thorns of the bramble dug him into the ground and he was unable to come up. Slowly the fire made its way up, with the smoke, to his senses and began to cough heavily, choking and gagging from inhaling so much of it. He died that day. Lost his very first life. StarClan had sent him back with enough strength to come up from the brambles and run back to his home. But they left a scar on his shoulder from the burning bramble. Down one life, Brackenstar has made an ultimate recovery from back then and his leadership is looking up each and every day.
Since it's my own bio.