Briarthorn Stormclan

[Briarthorn]

Name: Briarthorn
Moons: 25
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Medicine Cat [Apprentice]
Short-Description:

Brown tabby with pale green eyea and a black tipped tail.

Picture:

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Description:

Brairthorn is a short-haired brown tabby with thick dark stripes and pale green eyes. She is small but not weak. Her paws and tail black tipped. All her claws are white except for one black front claw. Her ears are outlined in black and have little black tufts of fur at the top.

Personality:

Briarthorn isn't very social, or particularly friendly. She is distant but not rude when treating cats. She doesn't seem to like kits and trieds to ignore the healthy ones, but if one is sick she is very gentle and comforts the kit as best she can. She acts friendly to most she cats but does not seem to trust toms. She is fairly peaceful but if a cat makes her mad it better watch out! Her years on her own have made her a better fighter than most medicine cats.

History:

Briarthorn is orginally from clans very far away. Her aunt was the clan medicone cat and taught her about medicine as a young kit. She became a medicine cat apprentice already knowing all the herbs names and uses. This proved useful when her mentor died several moons before she should have become a real medicine cat. When she grew older she fell in love with a young warrior in her clan. They thought sneeking around to be together was fun and a good game, resulting in an apprentice dying from a snake bite because she hadn't been around to help. After the apprentice died she tried to stop seeing the tom but she still held strong feelings for him. She soon found out she was pregnant. The clan leader allowed her to stay until the kit was born. After the kits birth she was banished from the clan, never to be seen again.

Role Playing Example:

"You'll be a great mother," I told my sister, Leafstep, sadly. Leaning down she softly licked the small black kit's head. "You would have been too," Leafstep replied. "Thornkit is a good name, now she will never forget her mother." I leaped back and growled. "No! She must never know I was her mother! Can't you pretend you are her mother? Please?" Leafstep slowly nodded, nudging the small kit closer to her own. Grief filled me and I felt heart breaking, I swore I felt cracks weaving around it. With one last look at my kit I rushed out of the nursery. Dark clouds covered the sky sending their rain falling to the ground. Most of the clan stood in the rain watching me. The clan leader stood on the rock where he usually addressed the clan. "It is time for you to leave," he growled, leering down at me. My gaze tore through the clan until I found the one face I wanted to see. Oakstripe. Memories crossed my sight, Oakstripe amd I playing in the snow, running through the rain, curled next to each other during the storm. Happy, in love. "Come with me?" I heard myself ask. Oakstripe lowered his head and backed away, dissapearing into the clan. My cracked heart broke, the pieces shattered. I turned and walked calmly out of the camp, trembling and breaking inside. As I walked I repaired my heart the best I good, sealing it with sadness, covering it with layers of hate to keep it from ever feeling again.

Codeword: Rapids
Other:

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