Briarnose [WindClan]

[Kin]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:105px;height:365px;overflow:hidden;] [style=font-family:arial;font-size:16px;color:#f2e5cd;background-color:#80545a;opacity:0.80;padding:3px;]clan wind [/style] [style=font-family:arial;font-size:16px;color:#f2e5cd;background-color:#80545a;opacity:0.80;padding:3px;]rank warrior [/style] [style=font-family:arial;font-size:16px;color:#f2e5cd;background-color:#80545a;opacity:0.80;padding:3px;]age twenty-eight moons [/style] [style=font-family:arial;font-size:16px;color:#f2e5cd;background-color:#80545a;opacity:0.80;padding:3px;]gender male [/style] [style=font-family:arial;font-size:16px;color:#f2e5cd;background-color:#80545a;opacity:0.80;padding:3px;]sexuality demisexual [/style]	[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:345px;height:365px;overflow:hidden;] [style=font-family:arial;font-size:16px;color:#f2e5cd;background-color:#80545a;opacity:0.80;padding:3px;text-align:right]appearance tan tabby with a skewed hind leg. click! [/style] [style=font-family:arial;font-size:16px;color:#f2e5cd;background-color:#80545a;opacity:0.80;padding:3px;text-align:right]personality Briarnose is a very cheery cat. He is stubbornly upbeat, and lets very little get him down. The tom doesn't see the point in moping or weeping or yowling in rage, and can commonly be found grinning jovially, green eyes sparkling with good humor. One of the few things able to bring him down is the mention of his mother, Brindleflower, or his stillborn siblings. In a move quite unlike himself, Briarnose still mourns them, though they are more often a thought at the back of his mind than anything else. He loves to make friends, and is on good terms with the majority of his Clanmates. Being rather odd-looking, he's not the first tom she-cats turn to to find a mate, but he does hold a certain appeal with lovely olive-colored eyes and a bright, bubbly nature. Those who try and use their bodies to draw him in for a night or longer are disappointed when he merely smiles politely and treats them no differently from any other cat. Briarnose is demisexual, an orientation where an emotional bond is necessary for sexual attraction. Unlike his fellows, Briarnose doesn't fall in love with a body or a gender, but with a heart. The degree of bond necessary for attraction varies from cat to cat; Briarnose cannot find a cat attractive unless they are very close to him. One of Briarnose's trademark traits is his love of pranks. They are rarely harmful in any way, and always aim for light-hearted ribbing. His most common prank is perforating a piece of fresh-kill's stomach, so that the guts fall out when a cat lifts it from the pile. He does his best to avoid using certain pranks on cats that react badly to them, and saves pranks for those who can handle them. On occasion, Briarnose will use a mildly humiliating prank on a cat in retaliation for something the cat has done to a friend of his. The tom is very protective of those he cares about, and is a strong fighter despite his skinny build and wonky leg. Because of the angle at which his leg healed, Briarnose is no longer the swift sprinter he once was. Sprinting isn't necessary to fight, and he's adapted to pivoting on his bad leg rather than relying on it for blows or lunges. He uses his quick mind rather than his lithe muscles for the majority of his combat prowess. [/style] [style=font-family:arial;font-size:16px;color:#f2e5cd;background-color:#80545a;opacity:0.80;padding:3px;text-align:right]history From the day he cracked open his eyes, Briarnose's parents knew he'd be trouble. Little Briarkit's first words had been to ask why the fresh-kill kept squeaking at him. Brindleflower, his mother, panicked and slit the mouse's throat. She turned to scold her son and found him grinning at her, Thornkit shaking his head beside him. Even then, mischief was his favorite pastime, more of a love than the other kits showed for it. Becoming Briarpaw didn't fix that. With new skills came new pranks. He shadowed his mentor, mimicking with progressive accuracy. One day, Briarpaw was hunting alone, and he tripped. His right hind leg had sunken into a rabbit hole, and the forward momentum broke Briarpaw's leg. Luckily, his mentor was nearby, and helped the tom back to camp. The medicine cat was out collecting herbs, so the apprentice set it. Briarpaw's leg healed slightly skewed. His sudden tumble made Briarpaw briefly paranoid, eyes darting all over the ground. Time mellowed the skinny tom, but his wariness lingered. Now, Briarnose is skittish when travelling outside of camp, scanning the ground at irregular intervals. The injury postponed Briarpaw's warrior ceremony, but it could not stop it. He stood before WindClan and proudly accepted his warrior name, Briarnose. Good news kept on coming. A moon later, Brindleflower announced she was pregnant. Sandtail was as proud as any cat could be, Briarnose and Thornfang not far behind their father. Brindleflower's due date came, and her labor started. Both the medicine cat and the medicine cat's apprentice were present, tending to the only queen currently in the nursery. The first kit was stillborn and breech. After the first birth, she began to bleed unusually heavily. Both the other kits struggled their way out, one strangled by its own umbilical cord, and the other stillborn. Despite both medicine cats' efforts, Brindleflower bled out and died. Sandtail, Briarnose and Thornfang buried Brindleflower and the kits. Briarnose's father and brother forced her out of their thoughts, trying to function normally. The odd-pelted tom mourned freely, slouching through camp with flattened ears and a drooping tail. He moved on, eventually, but still lapses back into grieving on occasion. Now, many moons later, Briarnose is mostly back to the way he was, skittering around dips in the WindClan plains and tripping Thornfang in the mornings. [/style]
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