Brindlestar ^^

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About Your Character:

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Name: Brindlestar

Rank: PaleClan leader

Gender: Tom

Age: 40 moons

Clan: PaleClan

Beliefs: Brindlestar once was strongly demoted to believing in StarClan. He had been leader since he was 31 moons old, and there was certainly some kind of ancient ancestors who guided the Clans then. They had given him his nine lives. Brindlestar tries strongly to hold on to the faint memory of StarClan, and wonders if maybe.. it was all a dream? After all, how could the Clans' only guidence let something so tragic happen to them?
Since the storm, Brindlestar hasn't heard anything from StarClan, so he is kind of drifting away from them. He hasn't recently lost a life either, and he is worried that if he does lose a life, it would be his last. Maybe his nine lives wore off, along with StarClan? Where were they?

Apprentice: None currently

Kin: Shalepaw [She is of a different litter. I may make her later, it's almost definate], Frostfang [mother, deceased], Bramblestorm [Father, deceased]

Mate: None, open

Appearance: Brindlestar is a fluffy, multi-colored tom with grass-green eyes. His fur is quite... large, you could say, in some places. In others, it lays flat and short. He has black, brown and tan fur, which form strange tabby markings all over his body. Stripes line his face, going across his cheeks, forehead and nose. In the center of Brindlestar's stomach, there is an odd marking, that looks like the shape of a cat's head. All of the stripes on his tummy shape around the marking, as though they are trying to avoid touching the thing. He finds it very strange. He has a puffy tail, that seems never-ending, it's so long.
As for his build, Brindlestar has quite a normal sized body. His legs are short, and his upper body is compact, and muscular. The tom's leg muscles are hard and tough. From all of his duties, they have grown very strong, and when Brindlestar runs long distances, they are quite an advantage. He has broad shoulders, and a large chest. His paws are fairly big, but not as large as some cat's. Brindlestar has a long tail [as I mentioned up there. -points up-] that is weighted down with fur. He finds it heavy to carry sometimes.
The tom has worn claws, and hard pads. From the journey, they have grown tough, and can bare much damage. Maybe the journey did some good after all. It had made some cats strong. His fangs are pretty sharp. Any cat would probably not want to be bitten by them. Brindlestar has had alot of scars in his life. He once had a broken paw, from a boulder that had landed on it. Every now and then, the tom still feels a jolt of pain where he had hurt it. On his flank, there are three deep scars, from a battle that he had fought in as a warrior. There were many more scars, but they have mostly healed by now.

Personality: Brindlestar isn't the happiest camper that you may come across. Since the storm, he has become sort of... depressed. Depressed because his beliefs were shaken. Depressed because he had lost his kin. Depressed because his Clanmates lost their faith in him. Just down right depressed. He tries though, really tries to do his best in not showing his Clan what has over come him. He doesn't want to show them his vulnerability [sp?] or his weaknesses. Sometimes, he finds himself daydreaming about his old life, when it had been wonderful, in the old territory. With his kin, and his lovely Clan.
On some days, the tom turns his depression into anger. He holds it in as much as he can, but it doesn't work sometimes. The tom has emotional struggles, that are deep within. He battles himself day by day. On these days, he stays in his den most of the time. Good thing these days don't come too often. But when they do come... it's pretty bad. Brindlestar needs something. A... a reason, or a sign? A reason to snap out of it. Something to tell him that StarClan is still there. On other days, he is either numb to the feeling, or... content. With his numbness, the days just lull bye. No feelings, no anything. These periods last not very long, but come at least once a moon.
But at last, Brindlestar finds some contentment in his life. Everything seems to come together on these days. This is when he is the most productive, and does things for the Clan. He is happy. He can feel things, think things. Perhaps all Brindlestar needs, is something to keep him in this stage. Something to keep him content. A mate? Who knows.

History:
Kit
Brindlekit had a happy kit-hood. Although, he was the only kit that survived in his litter. His mom seemed way too over-protective of him, but maybe it was for the best. She had barely let him out of the Nursery until he was almost three moons old. Then, he had enough common sense to argue with Frostfang, and insist that he needed fresh air. Brindlekit often grew lonely in the Nursery. He was basically the only kit in there, and his mother just slept most of the time.
A couple times a day [when his mother was sleeping] he would sneak out of the Nursery and trot around camp, trying to look important. He desperately wanted to be an apprentice. It would be something to do! He found himself watching the apprentices admirably, noting their actions, and trying to copy them. If only he didn't have to wait three more moons.


Apprentice
Well, it looks like he survived through those three moons without too much anxiety. Finally, Brindlekit was made into Brindlepaw. An apprentice! After all of this time. At first, it was great! Tending to other cat's needs, battle training, hunting patrols. But after some moons, it grew tiresome. The daily routiens were turning into boring work. But still, he did his duties for the Clan, and he did them happily.
Near the end of his apprentice-ship, Brindlepaw was looking forward to becoming a warrior. After how many moons of waiting, it was finally happening! But then, his father died in a tragic accident, which caused his whole world to turn around. His warrior ceremony had to be put on hold, until he could gather enough sense to go on with it.

Warrior
A warrior, at last. At the age of 18 moons, Brindlepaw was re-named Brindlelegs. Yes, his father's accident had stalled out his warrior naming ceremony, but he was ready to take on his new duties and name. Brindlelegs decided to push the memories of his father to the back of his mind, and not to pull them out of there until need be. With his mother still, he supposed that life just had to go on. At least he had one kin in his Clan.
Brindlelegs was as loyal as loyal could get to PaleClan. He fought hard for his Clan, hunted well in times of need. He really did expect what was coming next. He was guessing, and hoping that he would become the next PaleClan deputy. Although, he was rather young...

Deputy
Well, his guess wasn't correct, right away at least. Another cat had become the deputy before he did, but not so long after, the deputy was killed by a fox. And what do you know? The leader named Brindlelegs deputy. With new enthusiasm, the deputy took on his role. He organized patrols, and yadda yadda. Plus, he helped his leader in times of need, and he was granted the privelage to sit with the leader at the Gatherings. He loved looking out on all of the cats from the Clans.
But for some reason, his paws were itching for more. Was wrong to want to be leader as much as Brindlelegs did? He was devoted completely to his leader, and of course, he wasn't going to kill the cat. He just... was growing impatient? The deputy just sucked it up, and waited.
When the leader of PaleClan died, Brindlelegs was over come with grief. He hadn't realized how heart-broken he would be when the leader of his Clan died. But a part of him felt... weirdly glad. Not glad that the noble cat died, but glad that he got to take the leader's spot, and become Brindlestar.

Leader
As he finally became a leader, he took on his new name, Brindlestar. He went and recieved his nine lives from StarClan, just as any other leader would. At this time in his leadership, the tom had no doubts in StarClan. For the first five or so moons, leading a Clan was great! He was exuberent about being a leader, and was clearly pretty good at it. Until...
The storm hit. Pure chaos. Many cats died, including most of Brindlestar's kin. He had a heck of a hard time rounding up his Clanmates, calming them down, and finding all of the dead cats. He was stunned. It took him awhile to actually process what had happened. Brindlestar somehow sank down into the depths of depression. At first, his days were all hazy, until the two Clans started the journey to their new home. Then, he knew what he had to do. Brindlestar had to shape up, and help his Clan get to where they needed.
But the Clan didn't seem the same. PaleClan cats seemed to lose faith in Brindlestar. They didn't exactly trust him. And, other outside cats joined. Brindlestar hadn't really said much, so the loners just assumed that they could join PaleClan.
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Finally, the cats made it to their home. As they began to settle, he realized that nothing would ever be the same. Only one of Brindlestar's kin was living, his sister, an apprentice of one of his mother's different litters. The harder he tried to do good for the Clan, the more the weight that was put on his shoulders. Brindlestar finally decided to just... go with whatever the future handed him.
The Clan still seemed to not trust him. But there was still a small glimmer of hope for StarClan. The sacred place where cats spoke to them, was still not discovered. Once it is found, Brindlestar plans to go there right away and speak with his ancestors.

Roleplay Example:
He knew he was awake, but he didn't want to wake up. Brindlestar wanted to drift back into darkness, leave the day behind. But he knew that he had to get up. To serve his Clan and be loyal to them, eventhough they may not be loyal to him. Since the storm, some PaleClan cats have tested Brindlestar's patience. Some don't listen, some do whatever they'd like. But there are others, that will listen. Others that still believe that there is a StarClan. Was Brindleface one of those cats? He didn't now himself, actually.
Stretching his jaw into a yawn, the tom opened his eyes. Clear, bright sunlight poured into his den. A tingling feeling swept through his body. Yes! It would be a good day today. No depression. No anger. Just comfort, and progression. This fact already brightened up Brindlestar's day greatly, so he happily sat up, stretching his limbs while he was at it. Licking his lips, the tom crept out of his den. He paused, to let the sun wash through his fur, clean out all of the impurities.
A few cats were stirring about. Brindlestar glanced at the fresh-kill pile, and decided to go out hunting. He needed a good hunt first thing in the morning. It would get his bones moving correctly. With a nod to a cat or two, the leader padded out of the camp and into the territory beyond. He slowed his pace, stepping with lighter steps, breathing with lighter breaths. No prey would hear him now. They didn't stand a chance. Well, of course, they could always escape his worn claws.
A familiar scent drifted through Brindlestar's nostrils. Vole! He thought to himself happily. His head swiveled from side to side, trying to seek out where the delicious scent was coming from. Pin-pointing the source, Brindlestar shifted his weight, and turned silently towards the rusling undergrowth. I've got you now. He taunted in his mind. The tom dropped into a hunting crouch, and stalked forward. Soon, he was a few rabbit hops away, and he pounced.
His judgement had been a little short, but he quickly caught up with the vole and killed it with a quick blow of his paw. Satisfaction gleaming in his eyes, the tom picked up the prey in his mouth. Brindlestar looked up at the sky. StarClan, thank you for this... His silent prayer cut short, as he thought of his mis-judgement with his warrior ancestors. He dropped his gaze to his paws, and re-stated his prayer.
StarClan, if you are there, I thank you for this prey that you have given me and my Clan.

Your Own Activity Level: Well. -flail- I'd say I'm pretty active. And if I get accepted as leader, then, well... I'll definately be active!



***All done! Tell me what you think!
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