Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 19:31:11 GMT -5
BRINDLEFLAKE
24 moons.
Female
Heterosexual
NightClan
Mate: Single
Apprentice: None
APPEARANCE
Brindleflake was gifted with a white underbelly, bushy tassel, and long legs that contrast against gentle shades of ginger and gray, draping quite nicely over the upper half of her body. Her eyes are an olive green and she stands at about 9.5 feet, weighing approximately 8.6 pounds. Her frame is slim underneath the massive amounts of thick fur she'd inherited from her mother, may her soul find rest, a feat aquired from moons of traveling while malnourished; even now, she eats little prey, not because she's depressed, but because anything more than a mouse or a squirrel leaves her tummy sour. Brindleflake has a round face, framed with long, delicate whiskers, and large paws that are capable of carrying her long distances.
SUMMARY OF APPEARANCE: A large, thick-furred calico she-cat with olive green eyes.
SUMMARY OF APPEARANCE: A large, thick-furred calico she-cat with olive green eyes.
PERSONALITY
Born on the nineteenth of April, Brindleflake is an Aries and is known to be adventurous, open-minded, and confident. She holds her head high and demonstrates an obliviously unaware aura that could be easily mistaken for disrespect. In addition, she tends to be quite stubborn, hot tempered, and impulsive, often landing her into trouble most cats would otherwise avoid.
However headstrong she is or how blissfully innocent, these bombastic traits overshadow the positive; she tends to go out of her way to help others, as she can be very kindhearted and sympathetic, wanting no cat to suffer the way she did. Subtly vibrant, Brindleflake emits an ambivalent demeanor that is destined to bloom in social context.
On approach, the coolness of her mannerisms are often most inviting. Brindleflake is much like her father in her views of the world. She selects her favorites carefully and embraces them with the whole of her heart, though she does not abandon others in the wake of the small crowd of friends she keeps close.
However headstrong she is or how blissfully innocent, these bombastic traits overshadow the positive; she tends to go out of her way to help others, as she can be very kindhearted and sympathetic, wanting no cat to suffer the way she did. Subtly vibrant, Brindleflake emits an ambivalent demeanor that is destined to bloom in social context.
On approach, the coolness of her mannerisms are often most inviting. Brindleflake is much like her father in her views of the world. She selects her favorites carefully and embraces them with the whole of her heart, though she does not abandon others in the wake of the small crowd of friends she keeps close.
HISTORY
Brindleflake, formerly Cassie, grew up outside of the Clans. She wandered, learning things only from her parents and her surroundings. She kept with those that brought her into existence until she reached the ripe age of 10 moons, and the untimely death of her father was forced upon them.
Emptiness was all that remained of Brindleflake, her inner flame distinguished, leaving her without any comfort or warmth. She had always been a young she-cat used to hardship, but after the loss of her father . . She shut down, as did her mother, the both of them too heartbroken by the tragedy to hunt for even a mere morsel of food. She didn’t hold onto hope or to dreams or to ambitious because none of it mattered anymore. Jagged on the inside, she was unable to cope, as helpless as a small boat cast adrift in a storm.
Her older brother, Ezra, had quickly taken the lead and caught prey for all three of them, but her mother soon passed on because of an unwillingness to eat even Brindleflake herself didn't possess. Every ounce of stress was thrust onto her poor sibling, who had truly tried his hardest to keep the both of them alive. He stayed for only five moons more before he, too, left her, the exhaustion and responsibility of attempting to care for his depressed little sister far too much for a tom of only twenty moons to handle.
She was growing weaker, her refusal to hunt quickly becoming her greatest enemy. She would awake every night, howling for a brother who would not come running. It took a day or two, but she forced herself to push on despite the emptiness of her belly and the aching of her heart. It was Leaf-Fall when she happened upon NightClan. They had been hostile at first, some even turning their nose up at the starving feline, but their leader took pity on her, and offered her a place in the Medicine Cat's den.
Neither of them anticipated her becoming a NightClan apprentice, nor did any of her current Clanmates; but it happened, as did her warrior ceremony, and while the loss of her family still plagues her memory, patrols and hunts are enough to keep Brindleflake busy.
Emptiness was all that remained of Brindleflake, her inner flame distinguished, leaving her without any comfort or warmth. She had always been a young she-cat used to hardship, but after the loss of her father . . She shut down, as did her mother, the both of them too heartbroken by the tragedy to hunt for even a mere morsel of food. She didn’t hold onto hope or to dreams or to ambitious because none of it mattered anymore. Jagged on the inside, she was unable to cope, as helpless as a small boat cast adrift in a storm.
Her older brother, Ezra, had quickly taken the lead and caught prey for all three of them, but her mother soon passed on because of an unwillingness to eat even Brindleflake herself didn't possess. Every ounce of stress was thrust onto her poor sibling, who had truly tried his hardest to keep the both of them alive. He stayed for only five moons more before he, too, left her, the exhaustion and responsibility of attempting to care for his depressed little sister far too much for a tom of only twenty moons to handle.
She was growing weaker, her refusal to hunt quickly becoming her greatest enemy. She would awake every night, howling for a brother who would not come running. It took a day or two, but she forced herself to push on despite the emptiness of her belly and the aching of her heart. It was Leaf-Fall when she happened upon NightClan. They had been hostile at first, some even turning their nose up at the starving feline, but their leader took pity on her, and offered her a place in the Medicine Cat's den.
Neither of them anticipated her becoming a NightClan apprentice, nor did any of her current Clanmates; but it happened, as did her warrior ceremony, and while the loss of her family still plagues her memory, patrols and hunts are enough to keep Brindleflake busy.
OTHER
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