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Name: Briarkit / Briarpaw / Briarthorn
Gender: She-cat
Age: 4 years
Breed: American Shorthair
Clan/Rank: RiverClan/Warrior

Personality: [Lonely] [Closed] [Distant] [Jumpy] [Suspicious] [Bitter]
Lonely
Although Briarthorn would never admit it, she craves the attention she lacked as a kit. She hopes to find solace in a friend, but she has had no such luck as of yet. She always usually stays by herself, just watching silently or going on solo patrols.
Closed
She is very secretive and won't exclude any information about herself or her Clan. She does not appreciate others asking questions and shoots them down as soon as she can. Briarthorn fights back if cornered and pressed about matters that she finds troubling and would sooner just be silent about most things.
Distant
Despite her initial lonely and closed attitude, she often distances herself from her Clanmates. She fears that if she gets to close to somebody, they would simply throw her away or die - like other cats she has known.
Jumpy
Ever since the dog attack, she has always been at great unease, always glancing over her shoulder to be aware that no one is there, and would often be surprised if somebody talked to her from behind or if a twig snapped in the forest somewhere. Her first instinct is to flee, for she fears the dog had come back to finish her off.
Suspicious
Wary and distrustful of most cats, she decides to watch them from afar before -if- confronting them, silently judging their character. Even since being betrayed by Ruben she is confused by other cats intentions and often jumps to conclusions about cats before even being introduced, always assuming the worst.
Bitter
After losing the majority of her family, any the other portion running away, she has had bitter resentment to most of the Clans, blaming them for not aiding her family in their time of need, although the whole incident occured beyond the Clan territory.

Relationships:
= Apprentice/Mentor
= Family
= Acquaintance
= Friend
= Good friend
= Crush
= Love
= Discomfort/Dislike

She may have the smallest of crushes on Russetstar. ;; Maybe...

Thornfire
Mother; deceased; short-hair tortoiseshell with amber eyes.
She was nice to me. Not like she was nice to Foxfeather, but she was still nice. I guess. I miss her though, and each night is harder to bear than the last without her. But sometimes, I resent her for being unable to be there for us when we needed her most - when we were kits. I mean, I understand that she was grieving Sunstorm's sudden ending of their relationship, but that doesn't mean neglect us and then realize that we're still you're kits when we're apprentices! Parenthood shouldn't work like that. And you killed Spiderpaw; I will never forgive you for that, never.

Sunstorm
Father; deceased; long-hair golden tabby tom with green eyes.
Sunstorm had ignored us as kits, and I ignored him right back. There's no sense in trying to win the favor of someone who pretends your not there. He was just starting to see us as his kits, and he's finally getting back together with mother but then.. StarClan decides to just wrench him away from us? Why? I was hoping to finally forgive him and see him as our true father but now I don't think that it's possible.

Hawkdapple
Brother; deceased; long-hair tortoiseshell tabby tom with large white dapples and green eyes.
He was nice to me, unless you count the time that Dawnmelt and him assaulted Foxfeather, Spiderclimb and me with words as kits. He was pretty nice to me as an apprentice, but really brutal when we were practicing battle techiques! Ow, I think I still have a bruise from him. He really cared for me, though - until the very end, when he died in his sleep. At least it was painless... I just hope I don't go the same way as him..

Dawnmelt
Sister; alive; short-hair cream she-cat with amber eyes.
I - I had forgiven her for her taunting as a kit, and had grown to admire her because of her pretty face and how the toms mooned over her, but I think she resents me for sentencing our kin to death. But then she had left me to die by the jaws of Toby, and did not sit vigil for our fallen brothers (I think) and you didn't return to RiverClan. You are dead to me, so I want you to stay dead. Don't you ever come back, okay?

Foxpaw
Brother; deceased; short-hair ginger tom with black patches and green eyes.
Even though he was mother's favorite and probably the source of father's resentment, he was always so nice to me, always so eager to play with me as kits. Foxpaw and I got into so much trouble as kits, though! Haha. I don't blame him for me failing the assessment, though, even if we both failed. I guess we shouldn't have attacked that wasp nest the night before! But it was fun, and I enjoyed spending my time with you. So I was surprised that you wanted to leave RiverClan, but I was glad you asked me to come with you. But why did you stay if you wanted to leave? Was it because of me? If I left with you, would you still be alive? I'm sorry you're dead, Foxpaw. I'm sorry that you had asked me to kill you, too. I'm sorry for everything.

Spiderpaw
Brother; deceased; short-hair white tom with pale golden tabby patches, one ginger paw, and amber eyes.
Sometimes he ignored Foxfeather and myself, when we were kits, because he wanted to play with the other kits. He was always so serious! But when he started playing with us, it was real fun. He shouldn't have died like that - by drowning, I mean, it just ... it's just like a cruel joke from StarClan, I think. For a RiverClanner to die that way.

Ebonykit
Half-sister; Thornfire and Silverfur's daughter; Soot tabby she-cat with deep blue eyes and small paws.
My dearest half-sister, she was the cutest little thing, always following you around with wide eyes and this smallest grin every. She was the sister I never had - which is saying something, because I really do have a full-blooded sister. But to die that young... it's a shame.

Echokit
Half-brother; Thornfire and Silverfur's son;Brown tabby tom with blue eyes.
He never really spoke to me, and I can understand that - mostly. I kind of regret not speaking with him when I had the chance before ... before they were all slaughtered when leafbare came..

Jaykit
Half-brother; Thornfire and Silverfur's son; White and silver tom with amber eyes.
He always followed me around ... I wasn't quite sure how to react to that. I mean, he was always so quiet, but it was nice, knowing that he was there, offering comfort without knowing it. Sometimes, I just want him here, because it's awfully lonely now and I ... I just miss all of our half-siblings, truly.

Littlefang
Mentor; unknown status; large brown tabby tom with gentle amber eyes.
Littlefang was great! I mean, I didn't get why he was called Littlefang for the longest time, because he was so large! I mean, he still is, or was, the last time I saw him. But then I found out that he was really small as a kit. Huh. When I returned from my fight with Toby, I expected for him to be here when I returned, you know, as if to congratulate me and say how proud he was to be my mentor. I saw him as a father, you know? So it hurt when I found out that he left. I hope it wasn't to go after me.

Silverfur
Grey tabby tom with pale blue eyes, large paws, and a long tail.
My mother's second mate; he's alright, I suppose. I don't think he particularly liked us (Thornfire's first litter) but that's alright. I mean, he was awfully busy with his own kits! But, you know, after they died, I kind of wished that he would stick around.. everybody had been more depressed since he left, and then, they all died and now it's just me. It's fine thought, because I don't have to look at him anymore, either... I suppose.

Ruben
Deceased; long-furred black tom with white paws, tail tip, and dapple on chest with green eyes and a blue collar.
Dirty rotten scumbag! I'd like to give you a special place reserved for the most vile cats, right in the Dark Forest. I hope you enjoy your stay there, because nobody enjoyed your presence up here. You had no reason to have my family killed, even if you wanted others' to feel the pain that you had felt when your own family died at the jaws' of Toby. But that isn't right, just tricking me into that! I don't regret letting you die, though, you deserved it.

Toby
Great Dane; presumed rabid dog; deceased; twoleg's pet; unknown status; giant brown and black furred tom with fierce brown eyes.
He killed Foxpaw, and you almost killed Dawnmelt but you didn't - she hates me and ran away, so she's dead to me too now. Ruben had said that you were crazed from starvation and dehydration, but a few other kittypets had mentioned that you were rabid, and went mad with a disease. I feel bad for you, though, because you weren't yourself. But I don't know if some part of me will ever forgive you for killing them.

Minty
Alive, kittypet, long-furred blue-grey tabby tom with blue eyes.
He supplies me with my poppyseeds, but I think he's running out, and her owner will get suspicious, he says. I mean, I can understand the first bit, as it's leafbare, but I don't understand the second bit. I mean, hello, what do twolegs use poppyseeds for? I'm just glad that he doesn't ask about why I need them; I don't think I can answer his questions anyways... It's better that he doesn't know, anyways, I guess wish that he'd stop looking at me with such pitying eyes...

Frostwhisker
Pending..

History: Briarkit had been born in RiverClan to Thornfire and Sunstorm, along with her littermates, Hawkkit, Dawnkit, Foxkit, and Spiderkit. Her father had always displayed resentment towards them and hid it by fleeing to patrols while their mother tended to them in the nursery. Once, the littermates had overheard that it was because Thornfire had another tom's kits, whereas only Spiderkit was the only kit that Thornfire had given him. Thornfire had promptly objected and stated that the others only looked like her, and were trueborn kits to Sunstorm. Shortly afterwards, Sunstorm had ended the matespritship and whenever he neared the nursery, he ignored the four kits despite his attempts at a relationship with his son, Spiderkit, who had wanted nothing to do with him. Dawnkit and Hawkkit had promptly proceeded to bully Foxkit, Briarkit, and Spiderkit. Briarkit looked most like their mother and thus had been deemed their mother's favorite, when in truth Foxkit had gathered Thornfire's attention. Despite Briarkit's objections, the two continued to pester the three, until Spiderkit told Sunstorm, who in turn told Thornfire that her "kits are pestering my son". The meddling stopped then, but the trio kept their distance from the pair who glared daggers at them wherever they went.

Their apprenticeship went smoothly at the start. Briarpaw had received Smallfang as her mentor, who was quite large despite his name. Unnerved by this, she hid from her own mentor until Smallfang found out and had Spiderpaw corner her and confronted her until they set their priorities straight and soon enough, they settled their differences (or more precisely, Briarpaw's childish fear of the large tom) and her true training started. After moons of training, Briarpaw was qualified for her assessment. However, the night before, she crept out of camp with Foxpaw, disturbed a wasp's nest before promptly jumping into the river with him, and did not sleep until after dawn, missing the first half of her asessment. Spiderpaw had to rouse her from her sleep; Briarpaw was drowsy and thus sluggish, unable to perform even the simplest hunting techniques and battle tactics and failed her assesment, whereas all her siblings (excluding Foxpaw, who failed as well but rather for lack of skill). Embarassed and shamed, she did not try at her assesment again until Hawkdapple (who had changed since his troubling days as a kit) told her to smarten up and offered aid. Eventually, Briarpaw gathered the courage to retry her assesment with Foxpaw and failed again. Foxpaw would have received his warrior name if not for requesting it to be given with his remaining littermates. Afterwards, Foxpaw had asked Briarpaw to leave with him, leaving Clanlife behind forever. Briarpaw quickly refused, appalled that her brother would even ask such a thing. The subject was never brought up again.

During a patrol battle, only weeks later, their father, Sunstorm had received horrible wounds and was rushed to the medicine cat den, where he asked for Thornfire, Hawkdapple, Dawnmelt, Foxpaw, Spiderpaw, and Briarpaw. There, he apologized for being so cruel to them and spoke of his love for Thornfire, and accepted the others as his kits before dying soon after, after being given poppy seeds. That night, Thornfire grieved horribly for him as they all stood vigil. Spiderpaw, who claimed to have wanted nothing to do with their father, was deeply troubled by his passing and became more reclussive for the next moon.

By autumn, Thornfire had found comfort in her childhood friend, Silverfur, who had always taken a liking to her. Although the relationship was quite possibly fake, Silverfur could not have been happier, and with news of kits on the way, the littermates seemed to finally have something to look forward to. Then their autumn eventually turned to winter, Spiderpaw, Foxpaw, and Briarpaw had yet to gain their warrior names, although Foxpaw still desired to have his names given at the same time. Spiderpaw, who grief heavily for their father's death, tried to prove his worth to the Clan by fishing and as he was, the lake broke and he drowned, his littermates only finding him after a few days of him being missing. They buried him within a fortnight; Thornfire was griefstricken and caught greencough.

Hawkdapple, unable to deal with the strain and grief of his littermate and father dying, left more often and went on more patrols, keen on distancing himself from his remaining littermates because of the fear of having them killed too, although he didn't seem to mind Silverfur's company as much. Foxpaw was shaken with the experience and stayed with Briarpaw more often, not wanting to see her fall to the same fate as well. Dawnmelt seemed unmoved by it all and kept a cool head, reasoning with all of them to keep their sanity.

However, Thornfire had given birth to a litter of three, all of which had caught greencough. They were alive for half a moon, long enough to have been named, Jaykit, Echokit and Ebonykit before they died. Thornfire, who was already weak from greencough, was struck with frostbite and died shortly after her kits. Silverfur was stricken and no longer wanted anything to do with Thornfire's first litter, and completely ignored them.

Briarpaw, trying to deal with her kin's passing, resorted to finishing her training, so that they all had something to look forward to. She saw her chance when a twoleg's dog had been scented near the borders of RiverClan territory, and set out to track it down and scare it away from the territory. Foxpaw had learned of her plan and followed her. Along the way, Briarpaw had met a kittypet named Ruben who was all too eager to ward her away from twoleg territory, claiming that the problem had been dealt with. Briarpaw believed him and followed him after his promise of leading her out of twoleg place.

Apparently, a twoleg had found the dog and chained it down a back alleyway. Despite the fact that Ruben knew the dog was trapped, instructed Briarpaw to pass through a few alleyways, as it was the quickest shortcut. Without a moment's hesitation, Briarpaw followed his instruction and quickly traveled through the house, only to go through the backdoor and find a crossroads of deserted alleyways, where the dog had been chained and watched her with angry eyes. Briarpaw was rooted to the spot as the dog was trying to reach her, barking and growling at her, trying to get to her. Ruben, who surveyed the scene from above a brick wall, laughed and told her that the dog's name was Toby and he was starved and crazed from dehydration, and was a known cat killer. He quickly challenged her to escape before it was too late, because the chain Toby had been connected to was rusted and likely to break at any moment.

As if broken from a spell, Briarpaw moved to make her escape and that seemed to be her mistake. With a snap, the dog broke loose and quickly towered over her, quickly dislocating her paw and sending her sprawling, quickly drawing blood and leaving her dying along the desert backalley. Foxpaw had arrived on the scene then, and fought for his littermate, and soon enough Foxpaw was torn open and left for dead. Dawnmelt had arrived on the scene to witness these events and quickly leapt into action, warding the dog back and cornering it, all the while Ruben watched with great interest from above.

Delirious from lack of blood, Briarpaw attempted to attack Ruben, and for a moment, distracting Dawnmelt long enough for Toby to lunge and gouge out her eye, and shatter her shoulder. Dawnmelt, quickly realizing that she stood no fighting chance, left the scene and accused Briarpaw for leading their brother to his deaths. Briarpaw had enough time to scramble away from Toby and tended to her wounds when she was a safe enough distance. A few hours later, Briarpaw returned to the bloodbath and had offered a vigil for her fallen brother, only then to realize that Foxpaw was still struggling to remain alive. The apprentice quickly went to her brother's side and listened to his words; Foxpaw had forgiven her and did not blame her for anything. Within his last moments, he asked her to kill him, because he wanted to die by the paws of a true Clan cat and not by the teeth of a monster, and had softly said that he regrets making plans to leave RiverClan, because it was the only home he had known and that it was such a great feeling knowing that you can help someone and be helped in return. He then asked Briarpaw to help him with one last task - to kill him. He wanted to die by the paws of a true Clan cat and not by the teeth of a monster. The tortoiseshell after a few moments, sliced open Foxfeather's neck, to which he uttered a guttural "thank you". Only then did she sit vigil for them.

Briarpaw, after days of recooperation, went out to seek Ruben. After questioning the local kittypets, she located Ruben and confronted him, asking him why he had done it. "Toby had killed my family; I wanted others to feel that pain. Nobody had helped me as they lay bleeding at my paws. I thought that Clan cats like yourselves could defeat him. You all screamed in the end, though, just like my family. You Clan cats not invincible. But at least you all put on a good show." Briarpaw had then promptly attacked him, but was quickly kicked off. Ruben fled and Briarpaw gave chase. Ruben's plan was to lead Briarpaw to Toby, to finish the job. However, when they reached Toby's home, Ruben was surprised to find that Toby was not there. Briarpaw had him cornered and there was no escape; however, Toby had crept up just then. Ruben leaped up onto crates and tried to make his escape, hoping for Briarpaw to be finished off. Briarpaw quickly slammed into the crates that Ruben stood upon and they toppled over, sending Ruben sprawling right into Toby's path. Quickly, Briarpaw leaped onto the last remaining crates and onto the wall. The kittypet plead with her to forgive him, to spare him from Toby. The tortoiseshell only turned her head while the twoleg's dog tore apart the kittypet, cringing as blood sprayed everywhere. As Toby stood over his catch, he growling up at the RiverClan apprentice who stared down before cautiously shoving the last crates over, sending them toppling right onto Toby and crushing him.

Briarpaw fled from the scene, but not without injury from both Ruben and Toby; she made her way back to RiverClan and within days, the cats had gathered her kin's bodies and buried them. When the patrol returned, they confirmed Toby and Ruben's death, and spoke of no traces of Dawnmelt. The medicine cat tended to Briarpaw's wounds and she spoke nothing of the ordeal that she had faced, nor of the terror.

Shortly after her return, she was given the warrior name of Briarthorn in remembrance of Thornfire, who she looked so much alike, as most of the Clan had not known of the deranged tortoiseshell's murdering of her own son. Briarthorn has never been the same since all that had happened and had once been a happy, cheerful apprentice before it was brutally ripped away from her with the deaths of her kin.

Hawkdapple had nightmares about their deaths and bargained with kittypets for poppyseeds and quelled his dreams with thoughtless bubbles. He had ignored Briarthorn as often as he could, unable to look her in the eyes; she could only assume that he thought that it was her fault that Foxpaw had died as well. One night, he simply overdosed on poppyseeds and never woke up again. Briarthorn, unable to cope with the death of her last known kin, had to face insomnia, and occasionally resorted to bargaining with kittypets for poppyseeds, not willing to let her Clan know of her sleepless nights. Hiding her fear and grief behind her mask, she vowed to be the best warrior she could, in place of all her littermates that had been lost. She distanced herself from other cats and would argue to go on a solo patrol, falling into Hawkdapple's pawsteps into despair, and gradually she is sleeping regularily again, until the nightmares start up, and she pokes through her nest for her stash of poppyseeds and promises herself that she will not use too much.

But every night, when she is staying up, alone, she stares into the darkness and almost swears that she could hear Ruben's laughter and see Toby's teeth glittering in the darkness, and can still hear Foxpaw's whispers. She still lets the question linger, What if..?

Sexuality: Bisexual

Role Play Example:
(This was written before her history was changed so that the attack had happened in leafbare.)

"Now, follow me, it's this way." The sun was glittering high overhead, bearing down it's rays of sunshine everywhere, blinding the sleek apprentice for a moment as she curved around the corner, the warm stone of brick pressing into her shoulder as she blinked against the sun. She opened her maw and scented the air, before moving past piles of crates that looked really heavy. She took little notice of the kittypet's disappearance, instead wondering briefly how the slick path beneath her paws had gotten so warm, even on this autumn day. Briarpaw scented oncoming snow on the wind, the breeze feeling bitter and cold as it tore at her like an insistent warrior, tearing at her eyes and making her blink rapidly.

The tortoiseshell blinked for a moment, simply basking her dark pelt in the sun, warming herself in the last few greenleaf days before leaffall blew it's way in. The large she-cat stopped for a moment, yellow eyes blinking against the sunlight as she focused in on a shapeless form in the shadows beyond the alleyway. Why would the kittypet lead her here?

"Ruben?" she meowed, raising her voice and turning her face away from the brooding shape in the corner, unease prickling just beneath her pelt. She scented the air again and frowned, glancing around in search of the mottled black and white tom. "C'mon, Ruben, you promised to lead me out of here. Not lead me to a deadend!"

"I'd keep my voice down if I were you, princess," she heard the familiar rumble of the dappled tom and glanced around, surveying the scene before raising her gold-flecked eyes to notice him perched on a brick wall. "Toby doesn't really like strangers, not that he really likes cats that he knows, either. Actually, he doesn't like cats at all." His voice was deep and comforting, his voice soft and low like he was telling her a secret. Gold outlined his body as he stared down at the RiverClanner, scenting the familiar scent of the Clans and the reek of fish and the salty tang of water. The kittypet blinked slowly at her, just bottomless green eyes that were too watchful, too judgemental. Briarpaw did not cringe though, even though warning signals were ringing off in her head, and unease was rising in her throat like bile.

"Toby?"

"Ah, you haven't met Toby. Not surprising. He doesn't like to move very far from his home. He's here right now, but your Clan cats had a twoleg chain him up. Good work, I say. Oh no, Toby says. It's a win-win. Well, except in Toby's case, because it's a win-lose, and the win goes to me, and the lose goes to you, because now you're there and now I'm up here. Do you follow me, princess? You are mine, and I am his. Now, let's end this pretty little game and you scamper over there; Toby doesn't like to be kept waiting." He was staring down at her, his ribs poking through his long fur as the breeze rustled and he looked nothing short of a tangle of moss, his fur having long since matted into knots and his bones long since having been poked through. "Tick tock, missy. You're life's on the clock. No where to run, nowhere to hide, because Toby will be there - right inside. You better run, little princess, before he sees you, because then he'll be hungry and then tick, tock, he won't be inside you, you'll be inside him. Oh yes, that sounds right. He does like to gobble up little kitties for dinner, and right now, you're a little kitty. I'm not, because I'm up high, and you're way down low. Tick tock, princess."

The dark she-cat blinked at him for a few moments, not completely comprehending Ruben's strange speech and dull tone, as if he was bored of his new toy. His aqua-shaded collar hung loosely around his neck and as he smiled at her, the RiverClanner almost swore that it was predatory. Briarpaw stepped back, her eyes narrowing as she glanced up at the unusual kittypet. "Stop it, Ruben. You're not being funny, and I want to go home. I didn't find what I was looking for, and so I gotta go. So please, just show me the way out, okay? Or maybe I'll just ask somebody else."

"Oh, no, you do not find Toby, Toby finds you. You have found him, little princess. He is there, and you are here, and I am here too. But then Toby will be here, and you will be gone, and I will be far from here, and that equals one more meal to Toby and one less worry to me." The tortoiseshell narrowed her eyes, about to bark out a retort, perhaps scold him for making such a horrible joke, because it wasn't funny, no it wasn't funny at all, and it was scaring her - not that she would admit that, because she was a Clan cat and Clan cats don't get scared. But then a low rumble sounded that eerily reminded the she-cat of thunder, and for a brief moment, she glanced up, half-expecting there to be dark clouds riding the sky, flashing lightning but there wasn't. "Oh, Toby is awake. You'd better run, little princess. That chain is weak and old and soon you'll be weak and Toby will be old when you both turn to bones." He settled himself on the ledge and glanced over towards the dark stretches of the alleyway, his gaze insistent and almost murderous as he stared into the dark recesses of the shadows. "Tick tock, princess. Your life is on the clock."

She had no idea what a clock was and did not intend to ask, and was about to holler that he was crazy and delusional when sleek paws made it's way out of the shadows. Briarpaw stared in dawning horror as a scrawny monstrosity stepped out, it's body frail looking with bones jutting out, making it's ribs prominent, but muscles were rippling in his paws and jaws, his eyes frantic and searching before he looked at the tortoiseshell and his pure instinctual gaze rooted the apprentice to the spot, terror screaming at her and logic telling her to flee. White foam drippled from his jaws before he stepped forward, a thick black collar had him leashed by a silver metallic chain to the brick wall, where a sole loop was. The hound had black and chestnut fur lining his body, thin and patchy as wounds laced across his skin like snow across ground in newleaf.

With a single lung, the chains rattled and she could distantly hear the clatter as the collar choked the beast back, and distantly she could hear Ruben's crazed laughter that echoed, and again, the beast lunged. This time, with a low and hollow snap, the chain tore and fell to the ground and he stood there for a moment, his ears cocked and his jaws dripping as he began to race towards her. It was then that the she-cat found her paws and attempted to scramble away, her paws slipping along the warm pavement and the crates causing her shoulder to throb as she crashed into them.

With quick and nimble paws, she made her way to the deserted road, being mindful of the crates but during the majority of the time crashing into them. Her breath came in soft pants because of her strict RiverClan lineage. The lack of WindClan speed proved prominent as she felt breath along her heels, and for a moment, she could feel the wind beneath her paws and freedom glistened before her eyes. Then it was snatched away with a quick snap to the leg and a loud pop sounded, pain shifting through her skin and causing her to holler as the hound tore at her lower back, and for a brief moment, she wondered what was tearing as skin and muscle alike sliced open and blood poured onto the pavement, scarlet staining her pelt so deep that it was the only color that could be seen. She screamed, or perhaps she didn't, because then she was coughing, and why did it taste like blood? Without a moment's hesitation, she felt the warm pavement dig into her face as she was dragged back down the alleyway, and for a brief moment, she saw all her hope disappear as the darkness crept around them, and then, there was nothing but the horrible tearing noise as he tore her apart.

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Name: Briarkit / Briarpaw / Briarthorn
Gender: She-cat
Age: 4 years
Breed: American Shorthair
Clan/Rank: RiverClan/Warrior

Personality: [Lonely] [Closed] [Distant] [Jumpy] [Suspicious] [Bitter]
Lonely
Although Briarthorn would never admit it, she craves the attention she lacked as a kit. She hopes to find solace in a friend, but she has had no such luck as of yet. She always usually stays by herself, just watching silently or going on solo patrols.
Closed
She is very secretive and won't exclude any information about herself or her Clan. She does not appreciate others asking questions and shoots them down as soon as she can. Briarthorn fights back if cornered and pressed about matters that she finds troubling and would sooner just be silent about most things.
Distant
Despite her initial lonely and closed attitude, she often distances herself from her Clanmates. She fears that if she gets to close to somebody, they would simply throw her away or die - like other cats she has known.
Jumpy
Ever since the dog attack, she has always been at great unease, always glancing over her shoulder to be aware that no one is there, and would often be surprised if somebody talked to her from behind or if a twig snapped in the forest somewhere. Her first instinct is to flee, for she fears the dog had come back to finish her off.
Suspicious
Wary and distrustful of most cats, she decides to watch them from afar before -if- confronting them, silently judging their character. Even since being betrayed by Ruben she is confused by other cats intentions and often jumps to conclusions about cats before even being introduced, always assuming the worst.
Bitter
After losing the majority of her family, any the other portion running away, she has had bitter resentment to most of the Clans, blaming them for not aiding her family in their time of need, although the whole incident occured beyond the Clan territory.

Relationships:
= Apprentice/Mentor
= Family
= Acquaintance
= Friend
= Good friend
= Crush
= Love
= Discomfort/Dislike

She may have the smallest of crushes on Russetstar. ;; Maybe...

Thornfire
Mother; deceased; short-hair tortoiseshell with amber eyes.
She was nice to me. Not like she was nice to Foxfeather, but she was still nice. I guess. I miss her though, and each night is harder to bear than the last without her. But sometimes, I resent her for being unable to be there for us when we needed her most - when we were kits. I mean, I understand that she was grieving Sunstorm's sudden ending of their relationship, but that doesn't mean neglect us and then realize that we're still you're kits when we're apprentices! Parenthood shouldn't work like that. And you killed Spiderpaw; I will never forgive you for that, never.

Sunstorm
Father; deceased; long-hair golden tabby tom with green eyes.
Sunstorm had ignored us as kits, and I ignored him right back. There's no sense in trying to win the favor of someone who pretends your not there. He was just starting to see us as his kits, and he's finally getting back together with mother but then.. StarClan decides to just wrench him away from us? Why? I was hoping to finally forgive him and see him as our true father but now I don't think that it's possible.

Hawkdapple
Brother; deceased; long-hair tortoiseshell tabby tom with large white dapples and green eyes.
He was nice to me, unless you count the time that Dawnmelt and him assaulted Foxfeather, Spiderclimb and me with words as kits. He was pretty nice to me as an apprentice, but really brutal when we were practicing battle techiques! Ow, I think I still have a bruise from him. He really cared for me, though - until the very end, when he died in his sleep. At least it was painless... I just hope I don't go the same way as him..

Dawnmelt
Sister; alive; short-hair cream she-cat with amber eyes.
I - I had forgiven her for her taunting as a kit, and had grown to admire her because of her pretty face and how the toms mooned over her, but I think she resents me for sentencing our kin to death. But then she had left me to die by the jaws of Toby, and did not sit vigil for our fallen brothers (I think) and you didn't return to RiverClan. You are dead to me, so I want you to stay dead. Don't you ever come back, okay?

Foxpaw
Brother; deceased; short-hair ginger tom with black patches and green eyes.
Even though he was mother's favorite and probably the source of father's resentment, he was always so nice to me, always so eager to play with me as kits. Foxpaw and I got into so much trouble as kits, though! Haha. I don't blame him for me failing the assessment, though, even if we both failed. I guess we shouldn't have attacked that wasp nest the night before! But it was fun, and I enjoyed spending my time with you. So I was surprised that you wanted to leave RiverClan, but I was glad you asked me to come with you. But why did you stay if you wanted to leave? Was it because of me? If I left with you, would you still be alive? I'm sorry you're dead, Foxpaw. I'm sorry that you had asked me to kill you, too. I'm sorry for everything.

Spiderpaw
Brother; deceased; short-hair white tom with pale golden tabby patches, one ginger paw, and amber eyes.
Sometimes he ignored Foxfeather and myself, when we were kits, because he wanted to play with the other kits. He was always so serious! But when he started playing with us, it was real fun. He shouldn't have died like that - by drowning, I mean, it just ... it's just like a cruel joke from StarClan, I think. For a RiverClanner to die that way.

Ebonykit
Half-sister; Thornfire and Silverfur's daughter; Soot tabby she-cat with deep blue eyes and small paws.
My dearest half-sister, she was the cutest little thing, always following you around with wide eyes and this smallest grin every. She was the sister I never had - which is saying something, because I really do have a full-blooded sister. But to die that young... it's a shame.

Echokit
Half-brother; Thornfire and Silverfur's son;Brown tabby tom with blue eyes.
He never really spoke to me, and I can understand that - mostly. I kind of regret not speaking with him when I had the chance before ... before they were all slaughtered when leafbare came..

Jaykit
Half-brother; Thornfire and Silverfur's son; White and silver tom with amber eyes.
He always followed me around ... I wasn't quite sure how to react to that. I mean, he was always so quiet, but it was nice, knowing that he was there, offering comfort without knowing it. Sometimes, I just want him here, because it's awfully lonely now and I ... I just miss all of our half-siblings, truly.

Littlefang
Mentor; unknown status; large brown tabby tom with gentle amber eyes.
Littlefang was great! I mean, I didn't get why he was called Littlefang for the longest time, because he was so large! I mean, he still is, or was, the last time I saw him. But then I found out that he was really small as a kit. Huh. When I returned from my fight with Toby, I expected for him to be here when I returned, you know, as if to congratulate me and say how proud he was to be my mentor. I saw him as a father, you know? So it hurt when I found out that he left. I hope it wasn't to go after me.

Silverfur
Grey tabby tom with pale blue eyes, large paws, and a long tail.
My mother's second mate; he's alright, I suppose. I don't think he particularly liked us (Thornfire's first litter) but that's alright. I mean, he was awfully busy with his own kits! But, you know, after they died, I kind of wished that he would stick around.. everybody had been more depressed since he left, and then, they all died and now it's just me. It's fine thought, because I don't have to look at him anymore, either... I suppose.

Ruben
Deceased; long-furred black tom with white paws, tail tip, and dapple on chest with green eyes and a blue collar.
Dirty rotten scumbag! I'd like to give you a special place reserved for the most vile cats, right in the Dark Forest. I hope you enjoy your stay there, because nobody enjoyed your presence up here. You had no reason to have my family killed, even if you wanted others' to feel the pain that you had felt when your own family died at the jaws' of Toby. But that isn't right, just tricking me into that! I don't regret letting you die, though, you deserved it.

Toby
Great Dane; presumed rabid dog; deceased; twoleg's pet; unknown status; giant brown and black furred tom with fierce brown eyes.
He killed Foxpaw, and you almost killed Dawnmelt but you didn't - she hates me and ran away, so she's dead to me too now. Ruben had said that you were crazed from starvation and dehydration, but a few other kittypets had mentioned that you were rabid, and went mad with a disease. I feel bad for you, though, because you weren't yourself. But I don't know if some part of me will ever forgive you for killing them.

Minty
Alive, kittypet, long-furred blue-grey tabby tom with blue eyes.
He supplies me with my poppyseeds, but I think he's running out, and her owner will get suspicious, he says. I mean, I can understand the first bit, as it's leafbare, but I don't understand the second bit. I mean, hello, what do twolegs use poppyseeds for? I'm just glad that he doesn't ask about why I need them; I don't think I can answer his questions anyways... It's better that he doesn't know, anyways, I guess wish that he'd stop looking at me with such pitying eyes...

Frostwhisker
Pending..

History: Briarkit had been born in RiverClan to Thornfire and Sunstorm, along with her littermates, Hawkkit, Dawnkit, Foxkit, and Spiderkit. Her father had always displayed resentment towards them and hid it by fleeing to patrols while their mother tended to them in the nursery. Once, the littermates had overheard that it was because Thornfire had another tom's kits, whereas only Spiderkit was the only kit that Thornfire had given him. Thornfire had promptly objected and stated that the others only looked like her, and were trueborn kits to Sunstorm. Shortly afterwards, Sunstorm had ended the matespritship and whenever he neared the nursery, he ignored the four kits despite his attempts at a relationship with his son, Spiderkit, who had wanted nothing to do with him. Dawnkit and Hawkkit had promptly proceeded to bully Foxkit, Briarkit, and Spiderkit. Briarkit looked most like their mother and thus had been deemed their mother's favorite, when in truth Foxkit had gathered Thornfire's attention. Despite Briarkit's objections, the two continued to pester the three, until Spiderkit told Sunstorm, who in turn told Thornfire that her "kits are pestering my son". The meddling stopped then, but the trio kept their distance from the pair who glared daggers at them wherever they went.

Their apprenticeship went smoothly at the start. Briarpaw had received Smallfang as her mentor, who was quite large despite his name. Unnerved by this, she hid from her own mentor until Smallfang found out and had Spiderpaw corner her and confronted her until they set their priorities straight and soon enough, they settled their differences (or more precisely, Briarpaw's childish fear of the large tom) and her true training started. After moons of training, Briarpaw was qualified for her assessment. However, the night before, she crept out of camp with Foxpaw, disturbed a wasp's nest before promptly jumping into the river with him, and did not sleep until after dawn, missing the first half of her asessment. Spiderpaw had to rouse her from her sleep; Briarpaw was drowsy and thus sluggish, unable to perform even the simplest hunting techniques and battle tactics and failed her assesment, whereas all her siblings (excluding Foxpaw, who failed as well but rather for lack of skill). Embarassed and shamed, she did not try at her assesment again until Hawkdapple (who had changed since his troubling days as a kit) told her to smarten up and offered aid. Eventually, Briarpaw gathered the courage to retry her assesment with Foxpaw and failed again. Foxpaw would have received his warrior name if not for requesting it to be given with his remaining littermates. Afterwards, Foxpaw had asked Briarpaw to leave with him, leaving Clanlife behind forever. Briarpaw quickly refused, appalled that her brother would even ask such a thing. The subject was never brought up again.

During a patrol battle, only weeks later, their father, Sunstorm had received horrible wounds and was rushed to the medicine cat den, where he asked for Thornfire, Hawkdapple, Dawnmelt, Foxpaw, Spiderpaw, and Briarpaw. There, he apologized for being so cruel to them and spoke of his love for Thornfire, and accepted the others as his kits before dying soon after, after being given poppy seeds. That night, Thornfire grieved horribly for him as they all stood vigil. Spiderpaw, who claimed to have wanted nothing to do with their father, was deeply troubled by his passing and became more reclussive for the next moon.

By autumn, Thornfire had found comfort in her childhood friend, Silverfur, who had always taken a liking to her. Although the relationship was quite possibly fake, Silverfur could not have been happier, and with news of kits on the way, the littermates seemed to finally have something to look forward to. Then their autumn eventually turned to winter, Spiderpaw, Foxpaw, and Briarpaw had yet to gain their warrior names, although Foxpaw still desired to have his names given at the same time. Spiderpaw, who grief heavily for their father's death, tried to prove his worth to the Clan by fishing and as he was, the lake broke and he drowned, his littermates only finding him after a few days of him being missing. They buried him within a fortnight; Thornfire was griefstricken and caught greencough.

Hawkdapple, unable to deal with the strain and grief of his littermate and father dying, left more often and went on more patrols, keen on distancing himself from his remaining littermates because of the fear of having them killed too, although he didn't seem to mind Silverfur's company as much. Foxpaw was shaken with the experience and stayed with Briarpaw more often, not wanting to see her fall to the same fate as well. Dawnmelt seemed unmoved by it all and kept a cool head, reasoning with all of them to keep their sanity.

However, Thornfire had given birth to a litter of three, all of which had caught greencough. They were alive for half a moon, long enough to have been named, Jaykit, Echokit and Ebonykit before they died. Thornfire, who was already weak from greencough, was struck with frostbite and died shortly after her kits. Silverfur was stricken and no longer wanted anything to do with Thornfire's first litter, and completely ignored them.

Briarpaw, trying to deal with her kin's passing, resorted to finishing her training, so that they all had something to look forward to. She saw her chance when a twoleg's dog had been scented near the borders of RiverClan territory, and set out to track it down and scare it away from the territory. Foxpaw had learned of her plan and followed her. Along the way, Briarpaw had met a kittypet named Ruben who was all too eager to ward her away from twoleg territory, claiming that the problem had been dealt with. Briarpaw believed him and followed him after his promise of leading her out of twoleg place.

Apparently, a twoleg had found the dog and chained it down a back alleyway. Despite the fact that Ruben knew the dog was trapped, instructed Briarpaw to pass through a few alleyways, as it was the quickest shortcut. Without a moment's hesitation, Briarpaw followed his instruction and quickly traveled through the house, only to go through the backdoor and find a crossroads of deserted alleyways, where the dog had been chained and watched her with angry eyes. Briarpaw was rooted to the spot as the dog was trying to reach her, barking and growling at her, trying to get to her. Ruben, who surveyed the scene from above a brick wall, laughed and told her that the dog's name was Toby and he was starved and crazed from dehydration, and was a known cat killer. He quickly challenged her to escape before it was too late, because the chain Toby had been connected to was rusted and likely to break at any moment.

As if broken from a spell, Briarpaw moved to make her escape and that seemed to be her mistake. With a snap, the dog broke loose and quickly towered over her, quickly dislocating her paw and sending her sprawling, quickly drawing blood and leaving her dying along the desert backalley. Foxpaw had arrived on the scene then, and fought for his littermate, and soon enough Foxpaw was torn open and left for dead. Dawnmelt had arrived on the scene to witness these events and quickly leapt into action, warding the dog back and cornering it, all the while Ruben watched with great interest from above.

Delirious from lack of blood, Briarpaw attempted to attack Ruben, and for a moment, distracting Dawnmelt long enough for Toby to lunge and gouge out her eye, and shatter her shoulder. Dawnmelt, quickly realizing that she stood no fighting chance, left the scene and accused Briarpaw for leading their brother to his deaths. Briarpaw had enough time to scramble away from Toby and tended to her wounds when she was a safe enough distance. A few hours later, Briarpaw returned to the bloodbath and had offered a vigil for her fallen brother, only then to realize that Foxpaw was still struggling to remain alive. The apprentice quickly went to her brother's side and listened to his words; Foxpaw had forgiven her and did not blame her for anything. Within his last moments, he asked her to kill him, because he wanted to die by the paws of a true Clan cat and not by the teeth of a monster, and had softly said that he regrets making plans to leave RiverClan, because it was the only home he had known and that it was such a great feeling knowing that you can help someone and be helped in return. He then asked Briarpaw to help him with one last task - to kill him. He wanted to die by the paws of a true Clan cat and not by the teeth of a monster. The tortoiseshell after a few moments, sliced open Foxfeather's neck, to which he uttered a guttural "thank you". Only then did she sit vigil for them.

Briarpaw, after days of recooperation, went out to seek Ruben. After questioning the local kittypets, she located Ruben and confronted him, asking him why he had done it. "Toby had killed my family; I wanted others to feel that pain. Nobody had helped me as they lay bleeding at my paws. I thought that Clan cats like yourselves could defeat him. You all screamed in the end, though, just like my family. You Clan cats not invincible. But at least you all put on a good show." Briarpaw had then promptly attacked him, but was quickly kicked off. Ruben fled and Briarpaw gave chase. Ruben's plan was to lead Briarpaw to Toby, to finish the job. However, when they reached Toby's home, Ruben was surprised to find that Toby was not there. Briarpaw had him cornered and there was no escape; however, Toby had crept up just then. Ruben leaped up onto crates and tried to make his escape, hoping for Briarpaw to be finished off. Briarpaw quickly slammed into the crates that Ruben stood upon and they toppled over, sending Ruben sprawling right into Toby's path. Quickly, Briarpaw leaped onto the last remaining crates and onto the wall. The kittypet plead with her to forgive him, to spare him from Toby. The tortoiseshell only turned her head while the twoleg's dog tore apart the kittypet, cringing as blood sprayed everywhere. As Toby stood over his catch, he growling up at the RiverClan apprentice who stared down before cautiously shoving the last crates over, sending them toppling right onto Toby and crushing him.

Briarpaw fled from the scene, but not without injury from both Ruben and Toby; she made her way back to RiverClan and within days, the cats had gathered her kin's bodies and buried them. When the patrol returned, they confirmed Toby and Ruben's death, and spoke of no traces of Dawnmelt. The medicine cat tended to Briarpaw's wounds and she spoke nothing of the ordeal that she had faced, nor of the terror.

Shortly after her return, she was given the warrior name of Briarthorn in remembrance of Thornfire, who she looked so much alike, as most of the Clan had not known of the deranged tortoiseshell's murdering of her own son. Briarthorn has never been the same since all that had happened and had once been a happy, cheerful apprentice before it was brutally ripped away from her with the deaths of her kin.

Hawkdapple had nightmares about their deaths and bargained with kittypets for poppyseeds and quelled his dreams with thoughtless bubbles. He had ignored Briarthorn as often as he could, unable to look her in the eyes; she could only assume that he thought that it was her fault that Foxpaw had died as well. One night, he simply overdosed on poppyseeds and never woke up again. Briarthorn, unable to cope with the death of her last known kin, had to face insomnia, and occasionally resorted to bargaining with kittypets for poppyseeds, not willing to let her Clan know of her sleepless nights. Hiding her fear and grief behind her mask, she vowed to be the best warrior she could, in place of all her littermates that had been lost. She distanced herself from other cats and would argue to go on a solo patrol, falling into Hawkdapple's pawsteps into despair, and gradually she is sleeping regularily again, until the nightmares start up, and she pokes through her nest for her stash of poppyseeds and promises herself that she will not use too much.

But every night, when she is staying up, alone, she stares into the darkness and almost swears that she could hear Ruben's laughter and see Toby's teeth glittering in the darkness, and can still hear Foxpaw's whispers. She still lets the question linger, What if..?

Sexuality: Bisexual

Role Play Example:
(This was written before her history was changed so that the attack had happened in leafbare.)

"Now, follow me, it's this way." The sun was glittering high overhead, bearing down it's rays of sunshine everywhere, blinding the sleek apprentice for a moment as she curved around the corner, the warm stone of brick pressing into her shoulder as she blinked against the sun. She opened her maw and scented the air, before moving past piles of crates that looked really heavy. She took little notice of the kittypet's disappearance, instead wondering briefly how the slick path beneath her paws had gotten so warm, even on this autumn day. Briarpaw scented oncoming snow on the wind, the breeze feeling bitter and cold as it tore at her like an insistent warrior, tearing at her eyes and making her blink rapidly.

The tortoiseshell blinked for a moment, simply basking her dark pelt in the sun, warming herself in the last few greenleaf days before leaffall blew it's way in. The large she-cat stopped for a moment, yellow eyes blinking against the sunlight as she focused in on a shapeless form in the shadows beyond the alleyway. Why would the kittypet lead her here?

"Ruben?" she meowed, raising her voice and turning her face away from the brooding shape in the corner, unease prickling just beneath her pelt. She scented the air again and frowned, glancing around in search of the mottled black and white tom. "C'mon, Ruben, you promised to lead me out of here. Not lead me to a deadend!"

"I'd keep my voice down if I were you, princess," she heard the familiar rumble of the dappled tom and glanced around, surveying the scene before raising her gold-flecked eyes to notice him perched on a brick wall. "Toby doesn't really like strangers, not that he really likes cats that he knows, either. Actually, he doesn't like cats at all." His voice was deep and comforting, his voice soft and low like he was telling her a secret. Gold outlined his body as he stared down at the RiverClanner, scenting the familiar scent of the Clans and the reek of fish and the salty tang of water. The kittypet blinked slowly at her, just bottomless green eyes that were too watchful, too judgemental. Briarpaw did not cringe though, even though warning signals were ringing off in her head, and unease was rising in her throat like bile.

"Toby?"

"Ah, you haven't met Toby. Not surprising. He doesn't like to move very far from his home. He's here right now, but your Clan cats had a twoleg chain him up. Good work, I say. Oh no, Toby says. It's a win-win. Well, except in Toby's case, because it's a win-lose, and the win goes to me, and the lose goes to you, because now you're there and now I'm up here. Do you follow me, princess? You are mine, and I am his. Now, let's end this pretty little game and you scamper over there; Toby doesn't like to be kept waiting." He was staring down at her, his ribs poking through his long fur as the breeze rustled and he looked nothing short of a tangle of moss, his fur having long since matted into knots and his bones long since having been poked through. "Tick tock, missy. You're life's on the clock. No where to run, nowhere to hide, because Toby will be there - right inside. You better run, little princess, before he sees you, because then he'll be hungry and then tick, tock, he won't be inside you, you'll be inside him. Oh yes, that sounds right. He does like to gobble up little kitties for dinner, and right now, you're a little kitty. I'm not, because I'm up high, and you're way down low. Tick tock, princess."

The dark she-cat blinked at him for a few moments, not completely comprehending Ruben's strange speech and dull tone, as if he was bored of his new toy. His aqua-shaded collar hung loosely around his neck and as he smiled at her, the RiverClanner almost swore that it was predatory. Briarpaw stepped back, her eyes narrowing as she glanced up at the unusual kittypet. "Stop it, Ruben. You're not being funny, and I want to go home. I didn't find what I was looking for, and so I gotta go. So please, just show me the way out, okay? Or maybe I'll just ask somebody else."

"Oh, no, you do not find Toby, Toby finds you. You have found him, little princess. He is there, and you are here, and I am here too. But then Toby will be here, and you will be gone, and I will be far from here, and that equals one more meal to Toby and one less worry to me." The tortoiseshell narrowed her eyes, about to bark out a retort, perhaps scold him for making such a horrible joke, because it wasn't funny, no it wasn't funny at all, and it was scaring her - not that she would admit that, because she was a Clan cat and Clan cats don't get scared. But then a low rumble sounded that eerily reminded the she-cat of thunder, and for a brief moment, she glanced up, half-expecting there to be dark clouds riding the sky, flashing lightning but there wasn't. "Oh, Toby is awake. You'd better run, little princess. That chain is weak and old and soon you'll be weak and Toby will be old when you both turn to bones." He settled himself on the ledge and glanced over towards the dark stretches of the alleyway, his gaze insistent and almost murderous as he stared into the dark recesses of the shadows. "Tick tock, princess. Your life is on the clock."

She had no idea what a clock was and did not intend to ask, and was about to holler that he was crazy and delusional when sleek paws made it's way out of the shadows. Briarpaw stared in dawning horror as a scrawny monstrosity stepped out, it's body frail looking with bones jutting out, making it's ribs prominent, but muscles were rippling in his paws and jaws, his eyes frantic and searching before he looked at the tortoiseshell and his pure instinctual gaze rooted the apprentice to the spot, terror screaming at her and logic telling her to flee. White foam drippled from his jaws before he stepped forward, a thick black collar had him leashed by a silver metallic chain to the brick wall, where a sole loop was. The hound had black and chestnut fur lining his body, thin and patchy as wounds laced across his skin like snow across ground in newleaf.

With a single lung, the chains rattled and she could distantly hear the clatter as the collar choked the beast back, and distantly she could hear Ruben's crazed laughter that echoed, and again, the beast lunged. This time, with a low and hollow snap, the chain tore and fell to the ground and he stood there for a moment, his ears cocked and his jaws dripping as he began to race towards her. It was then that the she-cat found her paws and attempted to scramble away, her paws slipping along the warm pavement and the crates causing her shoulder to throb as she crashed into them.

With quick and nimble paws, she made her way to the deserted road, being mindful of the crates but during the majority of the time crashing into them. Her breath came in soft pants because of her strict RiverClan lineage. The lack of WindClan speed proved prominent as she felt breath along her heels, and for a moment, she could feel the wind beneath her paws and freedom glistened before her eyes. Then it was snatched away with a quick snap to the leg and a loud pop sounded, pain shifting through her skin and causing her to holler as the hound tore at her lower back, and for a brief moment, she wondered what was tearing as skin and muscle alike sliced open and blood poured onto the pavement, scarlet staining her pelt so deep that it was the only color that could be seen. She screamed, or perhaps she didn't, because then she was coughing, and why did it taste like blood? Without a moment's hesitation, she felt the warm pavement dig into her face as she was dragged back down the alleyway, and for a brief moment, she saw all her hope disappear as the darkness crept around them, and then, there was nothing but the horrible tearing noise as he tore her apart.