Post by BIRDY on Nov 24, 2015 0:24:20 GMT -5
NAME,Briarkit-Briarpaw- Briarpelt
NAME ORIGIN, When Briarkit was born, he received his name because out of all his nursing litter-mates, he was the only one who insisted on kneading his mother's belly with his claws unsheathed. As the tom went from kit to apprentice and ultimately medicine cat, however, it became apparent that he was growing into the title almost as if it had been foreshadowed, his demeanor turning out just as prickly as his namesake.
SEX, Tom
AGE, 65 Moons
CLAN, Windclan
RANK,Kit-Medicine Cat Apprentice- Medicine Cat. . .
REFERENCE, IMG1 - IMG2
SUMMARY, Pale mottled tabby tom with olivine eyes
DESCRIPTION, [Domestic Shorthair Tabby] Briarpelt is decent-sized for a Windclanner, but because of his unkempt appearance, he often looks bigger than he actually is. The tom does not groom himself often, and when he does, he approaches the task like a chore, going about it hastily and with significant complaint. The result is a medicine cat who looks like he has just spent moons without sleep treating patient after patient, when the reality is far less heroic. Briarpelt is simply too lazy to commit to personal hygiene, and it shows in the occasional random clump of extraterrestrial material found sticking out of his coat.
If Briarpelt were to bother with presentation, he might surprise himself with the realization that his pelt is actually a tan-gray instead of a dirt brown. Mottled tabby stripes that fade in and out of one another like indecisive snakes color his fur in eccentric waves of ochre and slate. When ruffled (which is always), these markings blur into singular patches of ash and sand, unsurprising given his idea of a 'bath' involves rolling in the dust and calling it a day. Even the tom's whiskers appear to be in revolt, jutting out of the Windclanner's muzzle in bizarre and haphazard angles, threatening to poke his patients' eyes out. Like the rest of his hairs, they curl slightly at the ends, becoming more and more unruly the longer they get. In this way, they mimic their owner as he sinks further and further into self-indulgence with each passing day.
A medicine cat he may be, but Briarpelt has the aura of a warrior. Beneath all that obscure fluff is a seasoned network of muscles and a thick skin that can handle a beating. Battle is nothing to the healer. Despite spending all his time sniffing at plants and force-feeding his clan-mates flowers, Briarpelt is a very capable fighter and knows exactly when a warrior is lying to him. He can easily differentiate between a 'bump from walking into a tree' and a welt sustained from grappling with another cat, so trying to fool his sharp eyes and even sharper mind will only result in more yarrow and less catnip. Powerful legs and shoulders built for lunging across the moors provide Briarpelt with the necessary fortitude to intimidate others into submission, but it is ultimately his exacting gaze that commands the most respect out of kits and leaders alike. With eyes that hold a steely gray-green of unwavering intensity, Briarpelt has only to squint in another's direction before complete silence is achieved. This allows him to easily secure peace and quiet, creating the perfect environment for his much-enjoyed catnaps.. . .
PERSONALITY, [Fatalistic - Irritable - Shrewd - Assertive] lalalalala. . .
HISTORY, lalalalala
FAMILY, Whiteshadow - Biological Father - Deceased
Spottednose - Biological Mother - Deceased
Stoneclaw - Full Brother (Littermate) - NPC
Cloudfur - Full Brother (Littermate) - NPC. . .
PASSWORD, Smile