Post by Cloven on Apr 18, 2013 0:32:55 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]Brindlestream[/classy] | |
| [atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]Clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]Thunder[/classy] [classy=stattop]Rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]Queen[/classy] [classy=stattop]Age[/classy][classy=statbottom]27[/classy] [classy=stattop]Gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]female[/classy] [classy=stattop]Sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]She's all for the tomcats.[/classy] | [atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]Appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]Brindle was given her name because of her pretty brindle coat. Mostly made up of brown shades, with a bit of a ginger tint. She is small for her age, with large, round amber eyes. Picture One Picture Two[/classy] [classy=infotop]Personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Before the Kits: While she loved attention, she also couldn't stand it, always seeming uncomfortable when more than one cat was talking, or listening, to her. She was very privet, and more often than not would rather be on her own. occationally, though, she finds herself longing for the warmth of another body. Some cat to curl up with and feel safe. Something always seemed happens though. She either pushed them away, or they just seemed to run. Ignoring her until she stops trying. She liked to act like she doesn't believe in love, but really it's more that; she thinks she'll never find it- or it'll never find her. The only thing she could rely on, other than herself, was her father. He was always there to listen to her. Always giving advice, telling her that it wasn't her fault- even when it was. She loved him for that. After the Kits: She began to open up more when she found out she was pregnant. No longer hiding from her fears. No more looking for fights. She started to act how she thought a queen should act. She was able to have more pateints. Able to over look things. Able to forget and forgive. She was still the same Brindlethroat, with just as many fears, ghost, and guilt pleasures as the next cat, but she didn't want to be her mother. Her biggest fear is that she will let down her kits, or her father. And even though she hates it, she fears she will never make her mother proud. [/classy] [classy=infotop]History[/classy][classy=infobottom] n Brindle was born, her mother didn't want, nor did she think she needed kits. So naturally, that's where the tension between the two started. Not that Nightfur didn't try to be a good mother. She feed her kits, and treated them as though she couldn't see her life without them. Which, at the time, she couldn't. It wasn't until they were in their fifth moon that she started acting off. Slipping off on hunts all through the day and night, snapping at Brindle and her brother whenever they got to rough. It got so bad that she was made to leave the nursery before her kits were made into apprentices, for fear that she would hurt the younger kits in one of her fits. Brindle and her brother, Ravenkit, had a pretty decent kithood, though. Playing and getting into trouble. Always putting the other up to doing something stupid and kit-like. They never left the camp, for fear of upsetting their mother, but they got in enough trouble as was. By the time they were made to be apprentices, Brindle was ready to take on the whole of Shadowclan. Feeling she could do anything so long as her brother was by her side. Her hunting skills weren't the best, but she had great balance, and was praised regularly for her battle skills. Always being asked to show the younger apprentices how to do something. Which she thought was normal, until she started showing up the older apprentices. They did not like that. one of the older apprentices, who was just a couple moons shy of getting his warrior name, took it upon himself to put Brindle in her place. One day, while battle training, the apprentice asked to be paired up with Brindle, thinking he would just use his wieght against her small frame. It didn't take long for him to over power her, leaving her sore for a moon. He was scolded to no end, since his mentor was Brindle's father, and forced to not only take her back to camp, but clean up the elders den, and make check them for ticks. Brindle found herself shying out of battle after that. Unsure of herself after what had happened. That was when her father came into the picture. She hadn't seen him since she was about two moons old, though she didn't remember. She just thought he had abandoned her like her mother had. Soon, though, she learned that her mother had just forbid him from seeing the kits. He took her out for some battle training, and showed her how to use the other cats weight against them. Teaching her new moves she had never even thought about before, having been only eight moons old. From then on, the two were as close as any father and daughter could be. A few moons later, winter hit. Bringing the winter sickness cats of all ages feared. Brindle watched with horror as it claimed her brothers life, and then thought she would have to relive the pain again when her father fell ill. She thanked Starclan, and her brother, when he's illness wasn't the greencough her brother had caught. He was back on his feet in just a few short moons, though he didn't seem the same. Brindle told herself it was the grief from losing his only son, but she sometimes wonders if it wasn't more. Warriorship. When Brindle became a warrior, it was maybe the best moment of her life- it would come second only to watching her kits become warriors, she belived. She was named Brindlestream, for her balance, and her grace. Having proved herself both through out the moons of her apprenticeship. Not much has really happened between getting her name, and becoming pregnant. She had some flings that barely lasted a whole moon. She had good times, and bad. And she fell in what she could have sworn was love- but turned out to be just a silly game. She didn't really think much about her newest fling, until he started using the m word. At first she thought it was a joke and laughed, but he kept pushing, and talking, and sweet talking. And those eyes... She couldn't help it. Little did she know it was just a game too him. That he really didn't care. She was so happy for about two moons, and even more happy when she found out she was going to have kits- his kits... She could wait to tell him. As soon as the words were out of her muzzle, though, he froze. Just completely shut down. And then he left. He ignored her. Wouldn't have anything to do with her. . . If it wasn't for her father, she would have completely fallen apart. She only had one, a girl. Ginger. She couldn't tell anything was wrong with her- she seemed perfect too her. The other queens kept praising and commenting on how beautiful she was. Brindle found herself promising not to be her mother. She would love her so long as she lived, and even longer still. She would fight for, or with her when ever she was needed to. She would take care of her. It wasn't until a for nights after she was born that Brindle noticed something odd about Ginger. She never cried. She never made a sound. She would open her tiny little mouth- but nothing would come out. Paniced, Brindle summoned her father, who called the med. cat. He came and watched her for a while, and then smiled at Brindle with soft eyes. "She may be mute." He mewed, watching her carefully. It wasn't so bad, Brindle could learn to understand her kits needs just by looking at her. She would be able to handle that. And so long as she could hear and see, she would still be able to be a warrior. The strong, silent type. It didn't matter if she couldn't speak. She was loved. [/classy] |
| [atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]Role Play Sample[/classy][classy=rpsample]Not needed. I hope the history isn't too long. I think I got a little carried away...[/classy] |
