[app] briarpatch [HEATHERCLAN]

[lily]

briarpatch
she-cat, twenty-seven moons, deputy, heatherclan

appearance

a mostly black calico she-cat with orange splashes, green eyes, and a white chest.

personality

laughter. a smile. the occasional light-hearted eyeroll. it's the typical reaction one gets from briarpatch, especially when she's having a good day. rarely does this girl find herself in anything but a sweet disposition, and she's often found giggling among friends or telling jokes to the apprentices or the newer warriors. she's not too girly, in fact, most of her friends are toms, as she finds them much easier to get along with. wrestling, being loud, and trying to be downright obnoxious are just a few ways briar relaxes with the guys. if someone's persistent enough, they can surely end up on briar's bad side, but only if they're out and out trying to disrupt her peace. the intensity of her anger is fierce, and her biggest flaw. she's prone to screeching, stinging words, and the occasional violent action if someone forces her into a fit of rage, but that usually takes quite a lot. don't like her? you better tell her, since she's rather taking a liking to convincing other cats that she's not nearly as bad as they think. she tries to be a jokester, and her attempts are not in vain. with her quick wit and her ability to mimic others, briarpatch can entertain her friends quite easily. battle sparks interest in her, puts a new light into her eyes. she has yet to kill in battle, though the thought of just fighting an enemy lights the fire deep within her, one that craves to be extinguished with the ferocity that comes only from the fiery hot intensity found in the heat of battle. competitive, she loves to race her friends in the territory. she knows when to grow serious, and once she's put her game face on, the solemnity in her ways is enough to convince nearly everyone in the clan that she was thornstar's correct choice as deputy. she's honest no matter what, blunt and to the point. she's the type who'll get to the bottom of anything that's bothering her, and she's quick to help others too. briar's fair, no matter what, and she'd rather hear the truth the first time than a load of crap. prone to procrastination, most know not to bother her once she's frantically running around trying to get everything done in time. she's also easy to stress out, and tries her best to overcome it but rarely does. due to the amount of pressure she realizes she's under, she can often be caught snapping at someone or being lost in thought while someone is talking to her. briarpatch still has a few things to learn before she's ready to lead the clan, but that doesn't mean she's not willing to learn them.

history

briarkit was born and raised in heatherclan along with her two siblings. she's got one brother who happens to be one of her best friends and one annoying older sister that has some problems with accepting the fact that, while she is perfect, briarpatch is not. briarkit and brotherkit were buds from the start. they wrestled and played and practically drove their mother wild for the six moons they were in the nursery with her, but kestralflight was the tolerant type and loved her kits above all and simply rolled her eyes and kept them fed and tidy until the day they were made apprentices. sisterfase was ten moons old when her two little siblings were born, and she was busy entertaining all the toms she could with an eyelash bat here and there, giving them each enough to hang on thinking they had her affections. by the time briar and her bro had made it to apprenticeship, sisterfase had already gotten her own heart broken and had grown quite unpleasant to be around. she was jealous of all the attention the little brats got and became a brooding ol' girl until the day the two of them became warriors. she got to harass them and laugh at them and do everything to destroy their self-esteem, but it didn't matter. briarpatch loved herself for who she was and brotherfase didn't care either. sisterfase was simply too destructive and only ended up hurting her own self in the end.

sample

She smiled at the grey tom as the snowflakes fell from the darker than usual clouds, landing in the tree limbs, on the ground, and in their pelts. Her silvery periwinkle eyes were clear and she felt content with all that had happened lately. Everything seemed to be going smoothly for her, but Roseblush didn't act like a frivolous little she-cat with absolutely no cares in the world. No, she was a warrior now, and she had to work twice as hard as before, especially without a mentor to keep her on track when she fell off.

"Oh, it's brilliant! I absolutely adore it. It's about a thousand times better than I even imagined!" She purred, flashing him her pearly whites and flicking her tail with good nature. Shaking her head from side to side in a 'no' fashion as he continued speaking, and piped up with a reply. "I haven't seen her either; in fact, I've barely seen any of the new warriors. I guess we're just really busy! Someone still has to help Veilpaw and the others take care of the elders, and who else would the older warriors boss around?" The pointed female laughed lightly, her eyes rolling quickly as she dismissed any hard feelings with a flick of her tail.

He was a handsome tom, and nice enough to speak to her without any seniority or contempt when she spoke openly and candidly. Falconflight might quickly become one of her friends, which, since she'd gotten over her cowardice, seemed to be growing in number everyday. With a shiver traveling from the top of her head all the way out to the tip of her tail, Roseblush's winter coat fluffed out for more warmth as she shifted weight from foot to foot as she stood there speaking with the deputy.

"Perhaps we might go for a bit of a stroll? I think if I stand around much longer I might turn into an icicle!" Roseblush cried, giggling as she continued smiling at the tom. Compared to his full-sized adult body, Roseblush neared three-quarters of his size, almost to her own adult size. She had always been larger than many of the other cats in the clan, especially the she-cats, and had never given much thought to it. She'd simply shrugged it off as an anomaly to set her aside from the others, another thing that had made her different from the cats she had shared the apprentice den with. Sighing contentedly, she waited for her companion to reply, her eyes focusing on the frozen undergrowth and the abandoned nests of old prey.


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LOL HISTORY IS POOP, BUT I DO NOT CARE