[williams]

Name: Brindlekit Brindlepaw Brindlejay
Age: 7 moons
Gender: Tom-cat
Clan: Nightclan
Rank: Apprentice

Appearance: Brindlepaw is a young tom cat with a distinct rounded appearance. His kitten fat has settled heavily on his already broad frame, making him larger than many cats his age. He is built to be more stocky both in height and weight. As he trains, his fat with become more muscles, but he will remain soft in appearance due to the length of his fur. It gives him a gentle look, makes his smile kinder with bushy cheek fur and his motions soft with his moving fur. Covered in a coat of dark brown tabby with heavy stripes, Brindlepaw is clearly named for his coloring. It is a mixture of light and very dark brown, mottled enough to blend into the bushes of Nightclan's territory with ease. His muzzle is slightly flattened, ears small triangles poking out of the top of his haloing fur. Lastly, peering out of his face is a dark of green eyes, a look of hesitation and confusion common in their depths.

Short-form: Chubby brown tabby with green eyes and a bright smile.

Personality: Brindlepaw feels a lot of anxiety to live up to his parent's dreams, using that as the primary drive for his training. He is not the brightest cat, and struggles to understand what is being taught. It will take a very patient mentor to get used to explaining everything more than once, and in more than one way before he can understand the concept. He hesitates often with actions, afraid that if the first time isn't perfect, then he will be a failure. The only thing he finds joy in currently is tracking things across Nightclan's territory. His senses get confused by all the different plants and textures, but the smells stand out as bright as new leaf flowers.

Despite his anxiety, Brindlepaw is well-known as a chatterbox. With a voice that will deepen into a pleasing deep tone, he speaks as if he has to say it all in one breath or be talked over, or worse, ignored. This often leads to him saying the wrong thing because he does not pause to think before the words are out. Cats may need to add him to repeat himself. Though as an adult, Brindlepaw will learn to control himself. He will listen more, and will manipulate his words for good, rather than to ease his anxiety by getting out of situations he is uncomfortable with.



History:

mother // beechfrost, light tan tabby she-cat, quiet yet severe. failing hearing (elder, npc)
father // bramblefur, broad brown tabby tom with grey muzzle and cloudy eyes, humor knows no ends (elder, npc)
siblings // sandspots, light tan tom, flighty and dull (warrior, npc) and nettleleaf, dark brown tabby, pretty in appearance but sharp in personality (warrior, npc)

Brindlekit was born to two aging warriors trying for another litter, proud of their first litter yet wanting to leave a legacy that would last several generations. They had a single kit born, thankfully no complications from Beechfrost's age.  His kithood was filled with tales of his older siblings, who were too busy themselves to stop by for longer than few brief and stilted conversations. Their stories were seemingly endless though, and Brindlekit felt like he knew cats of the older generation better than cats his own age. His parents too, bragged of their youths and shared tales that may or may not have been true. Brindlekit took to creating wild stories to get himself some alone time and out of their hawk-like gazes.

As an apprentice, he has not fared any better so far. He is anxious about messing up, letting down his parents now calling to him from the elder's den. The only thing he seems to do right so far is track. His steps are heavy, and he often gets in trouble for speaking without stopping to think. However, his sense of smell is incredible, able to track far and over great distances. So far, it's proving to be useful for the young cat to return to camp. As he ages, Nightclan will discover his awful sense of direction. He will get lost often in the territory, having to rely on other cat's scent trails to get back home or waste time trying to get through the lands. It's no fault of his own.

Other: n/a