Post by Mistystar on Dec 9, 2012 19:13:30 GMT -5
Name: Briarclaw
Age (in moons): 40 moons
Gender: Molly
Allegiance: GrassClan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Appearance: Briarclaw is a huge gray-brown tabby female. She has a white underbelly and one of her pale green eyes has a dark black gash running through it, making that eye gray and milky. She has several other scars, but they don't take away from her generally pleasant expression - though she sometimes uses them to scare misbehaving kits.
Personality: Briarclaw is a pleasant sort to be around, with a real air of maturity and common sense. She has the excitement and enthusiasm of an apprentice, but the finesse and cool-headedness of a warrior. She knows how to take misfortune in stride, and is often the one cats turn to when they are in need of cheering up. She can often be seen settling quarrels between the apprentices, and will gently explain to kits why pulling on their mother's tail is not very nice. Briarclaw deeply and truly loves her Clan, and will fight to the very last breath to defend everyone in it.
History: Briarkit always felt that one day she would grow up to be a leader. She was always the one the other kits would turn to when a game was going to be played, and showed the most promise in learning basic fighting moves by wrestling with older kits and winning. However, because she was an extremely smart young cat, she would often ask the warriors and elders how to fight. A few warriors quipped and bickered over who should mentor her, but a young tom, Pigeonpelt, was chosen to be her mentor.
Pigeonpelt was extremely nervous and excitable, but luckily for Briarpaw, she was smart enough to learn how to fight on her own. She never became a very good hunter or tracker, but she could pin down just about any cat that came her way. She became Briarclaw at 12 moons and wore her name with great pride.
An industrious sort, Briarclaw would put herself on many patrols. She loved walking around the borders and chasing out would-be trespassers, and she did this for moons on end, happy as she could ever imagine herself being. However, one day MarshClan decided they were tired of the wetness of their land and decided to try and steal a piece of GrassClan's territory. GrassClan won and got to keep their land, but Briarclaw lost an eye in the fight.
Ever the optimist, Briarclaw realized that even if she could no longer fight as she once could because her vision had been impaired, she could use her knowledge of fighting and battling to help cats heal faster and more efficiently. She politely asked the leader and medicine cat if she could train under them, and Briarclaw has been a dutiful apprentice ever since. She sometimes doubts her ability to learn all of these herbs, especially since she knows she is so much older than most apprentices, but she believes that if she puts her mind to it, she can do anything.
Age (in moons): 40 moons
Gender: Molly
Allegiance: GrassClan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Appearance: Briarclaw is a huge gray-brown tabby female. She has a white underbelly and one of her pale green eyes has a dark black gash running through it, making that eye gray and milky. She has several other scars, but they don't take away from her generally pleasant expression - though she sometimes uses them to scare misbehaving kits.
Personality: Briarclaw is a pleasant sort to be around, with a real air of maturity and common sense. She has the excitement and enthusiasm of an apprentice, but the finesse and cool-headedness of a warrior. She knows how to take misfortune in stride, and is often the one cats turn to when they are in need of cheering up. She can often be seen settling quarrels between the apprentices, and will gently explain to kits why pulling on their mother's tail is not very nice. Briarclaw deeply and truly loves her Clan, and will fight to the very last breath to defend everyone in it.
History: Briarkit always felt that one day she would grow up to be a leader. She was always the one the other kits would turn to when a game was going to be played, and showed the most promise in learning basic fighting moves by wrestling with older kits and winning. However, because she was an extremely smart young cat, she would often ask the warriors and elders how to fight. A few warriors quipped and bickered over who should mentor her, but a young tom, Pigeonpelt, was chosen to be her mentor.
Pigeonpelt was extremely nervous and excitable, but luckily for Briarpaw, she was smart enough to learn how to fight on her own. She never became a very good hunter or tracker, but she could pin down just about any cat that came her way. She became Briarclaw at 12 moons and wore her name with great pride.
An industrious sort, Briarclaw would put herself on many patrols. She loved walking around the borders and chasing out would-be trespassers, and she did this for moons on end, happy as she could ever imagine herself being. However, one day MarshClan decided they were tired of the wetness of their land and decided to try and steal a piece of GrassClan's territory. GrassClan won and got to keep their land, but Briarclaw lost an eye in the fight.
Ever the optimist, Briarclaw realized that even if she could no longer fight as she once could because her vision had been impaired, she could use her knowledge of fighting and battling to help cats heal faster and more efficiently. She politely asked the leader and medicine cat if she could train under them, and Briarclaw has been a dutiful apprentice ever since. She sometimes doubts her ability to learn all of these herbs, especially since she knows she is so much older than most apprentices, but she believes that if she puts her mind to it, she can do anything.
