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Prey; Medium-- the prey is not plentiful, but not low either. it is enough to keep the clan surviving.
Brighteyes-ShadowClan « Thread Started on Nov 11, 2008, 10:33am »
o t h e r a c c o u n t s; N/A
basics;
n a m e; Brighteyes g e n d e r; Tom c l a n; ShadowClan r a n k; Deputy p i c t u r e;here we are.
looks;
a p p e a r a n c e; It would be hard to tell what kind of cat, exactly, Brighteyes is. Partly Maine Coon, perhaps a bit of tabby. But judging from his appearance, he definitely has some Turkish Angora in his bloodlines. Yes, Brighteyes is a mixed breed cat, but then, in a forest of wildcats, it'd be rather hard to find a pure bred cat anywhere. He is a long-legged cat, and so very swift. Though young, his lifetime spent serving the clan has resulted in toned, well-muscled legs as well, and a towering physique that is characteristic in ShadowClan cats. Brighteyes' paws are a bit large, sort of like a puppy's, though he is neither canine nor infant-aged. While this trait had initially made him rather clumsy, he’s grown into them over the years. I suppose you could describe his fur as black in color, though in truth it is much more. It's a bit like a dark, subtle shadow, a mix of all shades of black imaginable. The gloss of a raven's feather, the mistiness of a starless night sky, shades from ebony to smokey. His fur is fairly long, but not extremely so like a Persian's would be. It is sleek and shining, portraying his heritage, and grows especially long on the tail. Brighteyes was certainly named well, for his eyes are a bright orange that stand out especially against his fur.
inside;
p e r s o n a l i t y; Once upon a time, Brighteyes was a lively young apprentice. He was smart and brave, and very eager to become a warrior. He was the definition of 'energetic', and seemed to always be getting himself into some sort of trouble. He had many friends, and was talkative and bold. Brighteyes held promise to be a great young warrior. But after his sister died, his whole personality changed. Brighteyes became very reserved, distant from his clan-mates. He barely spoke a word to anyone, merely a silent shadow that stalked about doing his warrior duties that he'd once so eagerly dreamed of. Still, he also became very observational. Brighteyes is very good at 'reading' others, and doesn't seem to miss a thing. His own emotions, however, are carefully veiled behind a mask-like barrier. Brighteyes rarely trusts anyone, even his own clan-mates, and has become a somewhat mysterious figure in ShadowClan society. There is something almost sad about his cold orange gaze, but he'd accept no pity. Despite everything else, Brighteyes is very stubborn and proud, and he hates pity or sympathy of any kind. The tom is extremely independent, and even prefers to do activities like hunting and patrolling alone. This stubborn sort of trait is one he's always had, though, even before his sister's death. He is somewhat sharp-tongued, a tactic used to push others away, and is very clever and sarcastic if he chooses to speak. Brighteyes is somewhat serious, and is still very determined to be a good warrior. He is very loyal to ShadowClan, and would die for his clan-mates, however detached he may seem at times. Once Brighteyes opens up, though, he is a very loyal and true friend with a good heart, it's just that his personality is a bit rough around the edges. But yes, he does have a sort of roguish charm when he chooses to show it. You'd never know all of this, though, because he rarely opens up enough for anyone to even guess it.
past;
h i s t o r y; Brighteyes’ parents were both of ShadowClan; two warriors who were generally well-respected in their time, in fact. Their names were Darkfoot and Snowleaf. Snowleaf birthed her litter at an unusual time: in the middle of Leaf-Bare, which made things very hard on the family. No one was sure whether the kits would survive, and in fact, Brighteyes—Brightkit’s, then, brother Bearkit died of greencough only several weeks after he’d been born. Brightkit was lucky to have escaped with a mild case of whitecough. Ultimately, this left only Brightkit, his sister Juniperkit, and their mother Snowleaf. Their father had died before they were born in a border fight gone wrong, hit on the Thunderpath. His whole kithood, he became fiercely protective of his sister, who'd been the runt of the litter. The bond between the two grew very close. They'd play games, get into trouble, and listen to their mother's stories. Snowleaf would often tell tales of their father, and so as Brightkit grew into apprenticeship, he grew something of a grudge against ThunderClan. He’d often be the first to start games of mock-battle. Many adventures were started this way, though they grew less and less frequent as Brightpaw’s apprenticeship went on. His mentor was a cat called Mothflight, who did not once hesitate to push him to his limits in training. As a result, Brightpaw grew busier and busier, and less and less time was spent with his sister. Juniperpaw confronted him about this one day. Of course, she’d been busy too, and so they both decided that they’d set a place and time to spend time together. It all sounded ideal, and Brightpaw looked forward to it. But as fate would have it, on the very day he was supposed to meet Juniperpaw outside of camp, Mothflight informed him that he would be having an assessment today. If he did well, he’d be made a warrior in no time. Brightpaw’s ambitious nature could not resist the opportunity. There was no time to go back and speak to Juniperpaw, however. He figured she’d understand. Turned out that Juniperpaw did not understand. Angrily, she decided she’d venture out into the forest on her own. Unfortunately, she was attacked by a massive she-badger defending her cubs. The experience facing those huge, slashing claws left Juniperpaw permanently blinded. After this incident, Brightpaw could not stop blaming himself. He stayed by his sister’s side constantly while she was confined to the medicine cats den, and helped her eagerly once she was finally able to leave. But a few days after this, a Clan meeting was called, and Brightpaw received his warrior name—Brighteyes. Juniperpaw, however, was left an apprentice. She was told that in her blinded state, she’d never be a warrior. The pain and shock in his sister’s gaze hurt worse than anything Brighteyes had ever experienced. Feeling that all of this had been his fault, he devoted his time to training Juniperpaw in secret. This went on for a long time. Brighteyes even neglected his own apprentice, once he’d received one, to help her. They were so close. He’d been so sure that Juniperpaw would be able to become a warrior. But around this time, there’d been a rift with some rogue cats who’d been invading ShadowClan’s territory.. Soon enough, a battle broke out. When the rogues attacked their camp, Juniperpaw tried to join the fray, and was killed. All of that hard work and training…for nothing. Brighteyes had failed his sister twice. He was never the same. From then on out, a lot of the warrior’s time was spent moping. He hardly knew what to do with himself anymore, and many of his Clanmates were noticing and complaining. Moons passed, and Brighteyes finally realized that he would have to choose between his emotions and his devotion to his Clan. And so Brighteyes pushed all feelings away to serve ShadowClan. Nearly all of his time is spent hunting or patrolling. Perhaps this was why he was chosen as clan deputy, though it came at a price: Brighteyes has never really shown even an ounce of emotion since.
skills;
r o l e p l a y e x a m p l e; [From another site =)] Cold winds chilled the forest, sweeping the long, wilting branches of the willow trees to and fro. As for the other trees that adorned the land by the river; their had turned brilliantly golden in the last few moons. Like the sky that frolicked with the setting sun, they came in all shades of red and orange. They reminded her of a forest fire, but in their own way even more magnificent. But however dazzling and admirable they looked, she knew that they were brittle to the touch, easy to break, ready to fall, growing weaker...looks didn't matter; they'd soon be gone. And they were just another reminder of how Green-Leaf had came and went, all too quickly, leaving the metaphorical grey of Leaf-Fall in its place. Temperatures would drop, colors would fade, prey would dissappear...and the world would sleep again for a long, hard season. Could RiverClan take the blow?
Though they'd been enjoying the advantages of winning Sunningrocks back from ThunderClan, everything seemed to be drifting apart. Spirits around the camp seemed to be down; no one said much these days. And laughter had grown to be a rare sound. Was this just the annual blues that fell upon the forest each year as the world around them died? Or was there a darker force setting upon the Clans? Badgerstar, the curiously black-and-white patterned she-cat who lead RiverClan, didn't like to think about that. Her paws churned through the river as she swam from Sunningrocks back toward their island camp, a water vole clamped in her jaws. Rain began to fall quickly, disrupting the river's still surface. Badgerstar hated this kind of rain: it was harsh and terribly icy, yet not quite cold enough to form snow that would settle on the ground. Yes, it was not a particularly nice morning, to say the least. But then again, Badgerstar was not in a particularly nice mood. So it all worked out, really.
She'd been unable to sleep much in the shadows of her den last night. The sleep she had gotten had been restless and filled with dreams that drained her energy. And so early in the morning, she had departed to do some hunting...and thinking, on her own. But then the weather had gone bad, and she'd ended up with only one measly vole to show for her efforts. She decided that she would leave it for the apprentices, and accordingly placed it in the pile. Raising her head again, Badgerstar stared at the fresh-kill pile. Her tail lashed back and forth, displaying her dissatisfaction at the size of the stack, which had decreased considerably as the temperatures dropped. If it was like this now, how would they ever fare through Leaf-Bare?
But this has to be normal. She insisted to herself, I'm just worrying too much. But Badgerstar's own words did little to comfort her, as would be apparant to any passers by. Her ears were folded backward, and her whiskers stuck out. To put it simply, she looked thoroughly aggitated, but instead of grumping about it, she promptly turned around and stalked back across camp. She'd just have to make sure more hunting patrols were being organized. Of course, that was Rosebloom's job, but in times like these...Badgerstar shook herself. She was doing it again. Over-working herself. Even so, the least she could do was lead one of the patrols herself after the weather eased up a bit.
Badgerstar then took her favorite sheltered place near Tall Log, by her den. She gave her two-toned pelt a canine-like shake, arched her back in a stretch, and then laid down. It was then that a slight pain in her paw pricked her interest. Tilting her head, the she-cat gazed down at her pad. A small cut was visible, as was the bright red blood that rushed to the surface. Must've torn it on a rock in the river. She mused. How hadn't she noticed? Ugh, she needed to come back down to earth. She'd been so out of it lately. Bending down, she rasped her tongue over the wound briskly. Again and again, and each time it stung, but she continued anyway. At that moment, Badgerstar wondered for the umpteenth time why they did not have a medicine cat. If any of the other Clans knew...but then, she hadn't seen them bringing their medicine cats to gatherings lately either, which was very peculiar.
The leader shrugged it off. She had other things to worry about. More pressing things. Ever since she had become leader, she'd been...well, very self-concious to say the least. But that had been three seasons ago; many moons. She found that the various duties and responsibilities that went along with it were becoming more and more familiar to her. Badgerstar almost took pride in them nowadays. Almost. But then came the inevitable Leaf-Fall again. Badgerstar had been appointed leader in the middle of last Leaf-Bare, when the Clan had already worked out a system for survival. But now, it was her job to prepare them. Right, wonderful. Just one question: how was she supposed to do that, exactly?
A soft sigh escaped her lips. After all she'd been through, it seemed silly to worry as much as she did. Right from the star, Badgerstar's life hadn't been easy. She'd never even known her father--and neither had anyone else in the Clan. Before she'd been old enough to really question her mother, Shadowflight, about him, the black she-cat had drowned in a powerful flood that swept through RiverClan's territory one fateful Green-Leaf. It had been a lot to deal with, and she probably wouldn't have gotten through it without her siblings and foster mother, Trixiepelt. But even that wasn't meant to last. Her litter had always been headstrong and mischievious, and those qualities weren't exactly safe ones for kits to possess. Sure enough, they'd been captured by BloodClan.
Almost a moon had been spent in those shadowy dumpsters, and Badgerstar never quite forgot the darkness of those days...and what happened there toward the end of them. The stress had proved to be too much for them, and soon a fight broke out between Badgerstar and her brother. A fight that had ended with him joining BloodClan. The first pawsteps on the path toward the cold-blooded murderer he would become.
And even after that, life had been anything but easy. Badgerstar had witnessed a lot of tragedy and death in her lifetime, and all that just didn't go away. She tried to make it though; tried to put the past behind her. But what if RiverClan saw right through her? She tried to be strong, but sometimes she felt like a complete fake. If only she could do something that would leave her forever remembered as a great and loyal leader.
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