Post by //Sunneh// is FuMiNg on Nov 23, 2010 17:09:49 GMT -6
this i know
name
Brackenkit
here i call home
clan
CloudClan
this i am
gender
Tom
how long i have been
age
Newborn
they see my skill
position
Kit
my words are heard
personality
The eldest kit in the litter, Brackenkit considers himself the dominant sibling of the three. He is constantly ordering his brother and sister around, trying to demonstrate his ‘power’ over them. Unfortunately, he simply doesn’t get the respect he thinks he deserves from them, especially Willowkit. It annoys him that the youngest of the litter seems to be in control of his docile brother, Thistlekit. Because of this, Brackenkit tends to argue with his sister a lot, challenging her every decision. The fact that Willowkit is even more stubborn than himself doesn’t help their already tense relationship. Despite this, Brackenkit is a fairly likeable tom. He is protective of his siblings and is always the first to leap into action.
my reflection torn
description
If anything, Brackenkit looks like a mixture of both Oakpelt and Thicketheart. Like his father, Brackenkit is a rich shade of brown, similar to the color of oak wood. His pelt is softly highlighted with a light brown hue, like the faintest trace of lightning sizzling through the night sky. Small tufts of fur spike out on the sides of his face like fronds, a factor that helped him earn his name. Like his mother, Brackenkit has a small white blaze on his chest, marring his otherwise dark pelt. His paws are also white, another trait he inherited from Thicketheart. This unusual coloring gives him the appearance of a cat knee-deep in snow. His tail is short and thick, giving him excellent balance. His eyes are green, not soft and opaque like jade, but as sharp and piercing as emerald.
those who came before
parents
Oakpelt (Seafeather) and Thicketheart (Sunrise)
they who stand by my side
littermates
Willowkit and Thistlekit
this i have seen
history
Brackenkit was born to the warriors Oakpelt and Thicketheart on a brisk Leafbare afternoon, under a willow tree. He was the oldest of the litter of three and most certainly the loudest. When he was first born, it didn’t seem like he was breathing. But before his parents even had time to worry, Brackenkit inhaled sharply; then he let out a wail that seemed to rise to StarClan itself, proclaiming his presence to the world. His eyes opened almost immediately after all three were born, taking in the wonders surrounding him. He was a constant bother, annoying the warriors and bickering with his sister. Not long after their birth, the three kits raided the medicine cat den and consumed a pawful of poppy seeds. A few yawns and a blink later and they were all lost in deep sleep. When they woke up, they were shocked at what had happened and Brackenkit did his best to avoid Nightleaf’s den whenever possible. Only Thistlekit seemed to escape the incident without lasting consequences.
these my words
role-play example
None
they who controls me
autobiography
This character is up for adoption after he is ready to become an apprentice. Until then, he will be RP'ed by Seafeather and I. :3
you never had any fun with Willowkit Fallen!! *cries* you like them more than Willowkit!!! 