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Name: Briarthroat
Age: 54 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Senior Warrior


Description: Briarthroat is a large tom, long-limbed and sleek furred with a meandering walking pace that suggests a heavier frame underneath his coat. He stands tall and strong, above average cats, yet narrow, easily able to slip through gaps his wider brothers cannot. They all joke that if he turned sideways, he would vanish from sight. He joins in on the laughter, always amused by the concept of disappearing so simply, his deep voice a soothing sound. It is rumored his suffix is due to his voice. It is always calm and patient, and pleasant to hear, like the gentle hum of rain on top of a warm den, or the waves lapping on a shore.

His coat is gray and brown tabby, with a large splotch of white across his throat and upper chest. Briarthroat's eyes are striking among the grey of his face. They are a bright amber that that typically showcase his emotions quite well during conversation. However, they appear tired most of the time, like he has been living longer than his, comparatively, youthful face suggests.
Description Summary: Lanky grey tabby tom with a white belly. Gentle and tired amber eyes.

Personality: Briarthroat is consistently thought as a gentle giant, a prime example of what a father should be. He is patient with all he interacts with, from elders to the smallest kit, even those in other clans. His voice also adds to this perception of being a willing listener, but it is true. Conversation is very interesting to him, more so than any fighting, and Briarthroat enjoys learning everyone's perspective on their unique lives. He aims for understanding rather than to feel superior. If a disagreement arises, he first seeks to understand the other's perspective. He also however understands his rank and large size, and has been known to use that to his advantage when he feels the conversation has become circular. It is hard to win an argument against a cat who can just stand and make the opponent instantly feel like an apprentice.

Although he fell in love with the tales his mother shared of all the clans banding together to travel as one, Briarthroat does understand the rules quite well. He can be a stickler to them, enough so to gently reminding others to come back to said rules. However, he will not voice his concern if someone decides to break them for helping someone in need. Briarthroat believes above everything, that an injured cat takes precedence. Sometimes he is even the first one to cross the border to save a cat in trouble.

Lastly, his pride in his clan and their strength shines at gatherings and clan meetings. He is very proud to be in the clan he is in, no matter what they face. He gets worn down by rough events very easily, and aims to find the positives in every situation to make up for this. It doesn't always work, but it gives him something positive to focus on, rather than the hardships.
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History: Briarthroat was born as Briarkit among two other brothers. Briarkit felt an odd one out at first. He was smaller than his siblings, and did not have as much kitten fat as they both had. He matched his mother's small stature, and he did not know how to react to that. He wanted to be big and strong to protect his clan! Nonetheless, Briarkit enjoyed the company of his brothers, Pinekit and Graykit. They accepted him fully as his sibling, and while no leader was decided among the three, they did enjoy the scenarios Briarkit built for their play times. When they weren't playing and bothering the elders or warriors for knowledge of the forest outside their camp, they listened. Their mother, Pebblefur, shared tales of old times, of the clans traveling and coming together to face a common enemy and a singular goal. Briarkit latched onto the tales more than his brothers did, and as an apprentice, his heart fell swiftly to discover that camaraderie was not present.

Briarpaw grew cynical and withdrawn, which did amuse his mentor Rosebelly. She was an older warrior, and mentored numerous cats and had seen this happen before as the illusion was broken. Slowly she pulled Briarpaw out of his slump, pointing out different ways the clans got along and worked together. Content with how the clans worked, Briarpaw focused back on his own training and adapting to his growing paws.

As an apprentice, Briarpaw shot up, he became gangly and tripped over himself constantly. His brothers, as always in competition as siblings do, were endlessly amused by the growth. Little brother has caught up, they laughed! Briarpaw snorted back, using his awkwardness instead to appeal to kits in the Nursery and pulling laughs from the elders. His mother had migrated to the elder's den soon after their apprentice ceremony, and Briarpaw could be found inside more often than any other apprentice. Even though Rosebelly helped heal his heart from the initial shock, Briarpaw still enjoyed learning of the past. Her death was hardest on the apprentice. His brothers at this time also drew away, finding their own dreams to focus on.

Briarpaw's warrior ceremony came swiftly after his brother's, following a family dispute. Pinefur in particular, head swollen at becoming the first of his siblings to become a warrior, scoffed at his brother's slower training, and particularly at Graypaw's inability to focus on anything other than chasing she-cats around. Graypaw's distracted nature led to food being lost on hunting trips, and even awkward interactions the siblings watched at Gatherings. Large arguments broke out, worrying others, and especially Briarpaw. One night the two fought again, standing with fur fluffed up. It was clear a fight was close to breaking out. Briarpaw shouldered his way into the middle, talking his siblings down with calm words. Even though the brothers stormed off to cool down, Briarpaw did not stop there. With Rosebelly's permission, he hung out with his siblings, individually and together, to learn their perspectives and find a compromise. Greypaw and Briarpaw were named warriors together. His compassion and willing to talk over fight earned him his warrior's name, Briarthroat.

As a warrior, Briarthroat felt a bit lost. The freedom of being a warrior was too much, and he felt ashamed when his days were not fruitful. He relied on Rosebelly to direct his days after she noticed him falling quiet like his early apprentice days. Moons traveled on, and disasters came and left. Eventually, Briarthroat was able to find his own way through the day, a proud Rosebelly watching in the distance.
Currently, he is just recovered from the Greencough that tore through their camp. His beloved mentor, an elder at the time, died, along with his eldest brother Pinefur. Briarthroat focuses now on surviving, finding positives to get through the day.

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