Brightfang -- SC Deputy

[sil]

Character information
Name: Brightfang
Age:24 moons
Gender: Female
Allegiance: SandClan Deputy
Appearance:

Brightfang is a predominately white, diluted calico. She has large patches of gray and ginger fur along her back and head. The patches of gray usually contain a few brindled rows of yellow-orange and where there are larger ginger spots, darker tabby stripes are quite distinctive. The gray splotches come down over her face in a kind of cowl and orange swathes of fur above either eye tend to accentuate her expressions. Despite being short-haired, her tail has longer fur and is mostly ginger. A oblong, heart-shaped patch of ginger is on her chest.

Brightfang is lean, trim, and muscled. Although slightly above average in size for mollies, she is built for bursts of speed and intense, frightening power. Her face is angular and large ears are positioned at the top of her head. She has a vivid pair of almond-shaped yellow-green eyes.

A number of scars mark her pelt, though they are mostly covered by fur. A sizeable chunk has been removed from an ear. The scars and asymmetry of the mismatched patches across her face do not lead most to believe she is an attractive cat. She doesn’t regularly groom her fur, so it can tend to look a little ragged. Instead, she spends much more time keeping her whiskers, canines, and claws—her tools of trade—incredibly healthy and sharp.

(reference pictures here :] )

Personality:

Brightfang is a rather intense molly, often squinting and glaring at her Clanmates. Truth is that, while yes, she is usually indeed glaring, she squints because her eyesight is not quite perfect; it is sometimes hard for her to discern the body language of the other cats. With a mind wired more for discerning the weaknesses of both enemy and prey, she does not have the keenest set of social skills. Sarcasm simply doesn’t make sense, she can’t make heads or tails of most humor, and she tends to be overly trust-worthy.

What she does have is an incredible knack for problem-solving. She can analyze and take down an opponent, as easily as she tracks and kills prey, and as easily as she settles conflicts and organizes patrols. Like all good hunters and fighters, she is patient.

Though strident, ferocious, and straightforward, Brightfang has an unwavering respect for life; the life of her comrades and of the animals that sacrifice their lives for the Clans’ sustenance. Nothing to her is more important than the well-being of her Clanmates. Because of this, when a cat does something reckless, she has a bad habit of being excessively harsh in response to their thoughtlessness. She has a poorly-hidden soft spot for kits. To Brightfang, the greatest offense is disrespecting the animal that must die to keep a cat fed.

Where Beetlestar is nervous and controlling, Brightfang is typically calm under pressure and more flexible. She may disagree with Beetlestar’s leadership, but she respects him above all else. It is unthinkable to her to disobey his orders and, in her eyes, Beetlestar can do no wrong. However, especially in these harsh times for SandClan, she has a growing tendency of overlooking the misdeeds of some of the apprentices to avoid the typical punishment issued by Beetlestar.

She has adequate leadership skills; an intelligent problem-solver but a poor speaker. Brightfang prefers to let her actions speak for her, as she has difficulty getting across what she wants to say through speech. She can't pick up on social cues like she can pick up on an opponent's next move.

History:

Brightkit was one of a litter of three born to Morningflower and Waspfang of SandClan. It was rather obvious early on that Brightkit did not have the best sense of sight. Perpetually squinting, she dashed eagerly about the nursery in pursuit of imaginary prey or her littermates. The litter was often getting into trouble; under cover of night, the three of them snuck straight out of the nursery. They had nearly made it to Fourbanks before Brightkit misjudged distance and slipped into the waters. Convinced it was the end of her life, she would have drowned had it not been for Beetlestar, then Beetlenose. He rescued the siblings, and from that moment and every one afterwards, Brightkit hero-worshiped her savior.

She became the apprentice to her own father, Waspfang, who taught her the similarities in taking down prey and taking down an opponent. He taught her how her whiskers and the sensitive hairs of her ears could predict the movements of prey in the same manner they could the movements of a foe. In these areas, Brightpaw exceeded, as where her sight may have otherwise betrayed her, her heightened other senses never led her astray. She perfected hunting crouches and fighting moves, loving every minute. It was around this time that she began falling for another SandClan apprentice, the sweet and charming Sorrelpaw.

However, her father was not quite like most cats. Waspfang had an obsession with a particular idea that he could never shake; he wanted more than anything to perfect the killing bite, which was performed over and over again on prey, on another feline. There were so many parallels between fighting and hunting, Waspfang so strongly believed, but this was the one forbidden thing. He pressured Brightpaw to try it out during spars, convinced seeing the moves in action would help him in his understanding. At the time, Brightpaw had been practicing against Sorrelpaw, and the idea disgusted her so much that she spit and hissed her fury at her mentor and stormed off.

Only a few days later, Waspfang, Brightpaw, and a few SandClanners encountered another Clan patrol in their territory. Waspfang attacked the group without hesitance, the bloodlust at his core evident with every swipe of his powerful claws. When he went in for the killing bite on the neck of one of the cats, its Clanmates were within their rights to retaliate with deadly force. Waspfang sustained serious injuries and died within hours of the battle.

Instead of giving her to another mentor, Brightpaw, now twelve moons old, was made a Warrior that sunhigh. Christened Brightfang, she vowed against ever shedding the blood of another cat. She spent more time with Sorrelpaw, who became Sorrelheart. Sorrelheart’s warmth, affections, and love of life were such a welcome release from her father’s obsession with death. She became pregnant with his kits. Her first litter was entirely stillborn. The loss of life that never had the chance to live devastated her, but was told that she was still very young and had many more chances. Her second litter miscarried when she delayed retiring to the nursery and got into a violent border scuffle. Sorrelheart died protecting his mate and Clan members. Heartbroken and bleeding, Brightfang returned to camp. It was obvious that the damage this time had made it impossible for her to ever bear another litter of kits.

What shook her out of her terrible grief was taking in her first apprentice. The leader had given her an energetic tom named Redpaw, whose equal level-headedness and eagerness to succeed helped her to move on. It was through his training that she realized she could be the strong fighter that she was without becoming like her father. She had things she was willing to die to protect. Redpaw became Redfoot, and watching his Warrior ceremony was possibly the most happiness she had ever felt.

When SandClan’s previous leader left them to hunt with StarClan, Beetlenose became Beetlestar and she was named deputy.

RPer information
Name: sil is fine.
First language: English
Literacy level: Not sure what defines "super-lit," so I will go with literate.

lengthy bio is lengthy, i’m sorry. ; ;

[Mistystar]

Yes, yes, very good, I really like this! The only tiny problem I have with it is where it says "Brightpaw, now six moons old" - I think you mean, "Brightpaw, who had been training for six moons"?

Everything else is fantastic, though, excellently done!

[sil]

yes, that is what I meant, thank you for catching that! i'll fix it now

[Cobalt]

Lovely bio, accepted!

[[S] Icy:]

wow wow wow brightfang is a cutiepie. accepted!