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Character
Name: Briarkit | Briarpaw | Briarthorn
[Prefix] – Briar for his dark brown coat
[Suffix] - Paw for his rank
– Thorn for his sarcastic, witty tongue
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: Nine Moons
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: Male
Appearance Details: Slender sable brown cat with long legs and oriental build.

History
Kithood

The youngest kit of a small litter, Briarkit appeared the runt for his first few weeks of life, half the size of his siblings, oddly misshapen with large paws and head. His small size and strange anatomy did not seem to bother him much, for his energy level seemed five times theirs- moving about and being a general nuisance, even before he could walk. Luckily for him, his mother found his spunkiness more endearing than troublesome, and was prideful of her littlest kit- defending him from the other kitted Queens and clan-members that found his antics less amusing. As he aged, he shed his runty status, suddenly overtaking all his littermates and becoming quite a massive kit. He grew into his feet and skull with grace, towering over the other kits with stilt-like legs and lanky frame. This did not slow him down at all, and appeared only to give him more advantage for speed.

It was a transformation that did him good, for his sheltered life as a kit was to become more turbulent. Life in the clan had grown uneasy, with hardships growing by the day. As an energetic, young soul filled with life, he barely noticed the trouble, his belly filled and his body warm from his mother’s endless efforts at keeping them safe. When it was time to move on, he yowled at the thought of leaving their home. Luckily, his spirit for adventure showed itself soon after, and he viewed the clan’s movement with excitement, instead of fear. This changed the day he witnessed his first death, a young cat much like himself crushed by a falling boulder. Yowling and sobbing, he ran to his mother, and was reassured with hollow words, for she knew it was only to get worse. It was during this time that he became especially attached to his mother’s adopted kit, Minkkit. The short cat had an energy much like his own, and even as his legs grew weak from hunger and his paws raw from walking, she managed to entice his own spiritedness out of hiding, making the journey much easier.

The days after only got worse, and soon, much to his devoted mother’s horror, he was the only one left of his litter. By that time he was weak and stumbling, hardly able to go on, but his mother would not allow more of her kits to succumb to death. Thanks to her endless aid and unyielding determination, he and his friend, now named Minkpaw made it to the Fjords. The long journey and loss had worn away at him, but the first sight of the land that was to be their new home had him feeling lively again, filling his legs with warmth and his chest with fire.

Apprenticeship

The trip had changed many things, including his rank within the clan. Somewhere in the mess of pain and exhaustion, he had earned his apprenticeship- a day he wished he remembered more clearly, as he was not nearly as enthusiastic as he might’ve been had things been normal at the time. It seemed like a dull affair combined with the terror of the trip, a haze that was barely real, except for his new responsibilities. Once in their new home, it finally began to dawn on him- he was a kit no longer, and it wasn’t a bad thing. From that day forward, he decided to put more effort into his training, to make up for the days he had ‘lost’ do to his bizarre timing.

About

Personality:
+Strong
Not so much in the physical sense as in the mental sense. Capable of taking a beating and overcoming hardships, more than the average cat. Incredibly hard to knock down and keep down, even when life tries it’s hardest.

+Brave
Fear doesn’t stop him often, even when he’s smart enough to feel it.

+Caring
Sassy and annoying or not, there is no denying the fact that his heart is large, even if he tries to deny the fact sometimes. If you’re a friend or clanmate of his, he will do anything for you, no questions asked.

>Sarcastic
Every-struggling to hold his tongue and rarely missing an opportunity to comment. Luckily, his sarcasm is very rarely mean, and often without potency, atleast when you’re on his good side.

>Cunning
His sharp tongue does not come without an even sharper brain behind it. Especially good at calculating battle plans and (usually well-meant) trickery.

>Outspoken
Voices his opinions without worrying whether or not they will be agreed upon or viewed positively. He makes for a great ally in a debate and a nightmare in sensitive situations.

>High-Energy
He’s the cat that never sits, always running around and up to something. Terrible at doing stationary activities, like standing on guard.

-Foolhardy
For all his intelligence, his overconfidence often gets the advantage of him. Considerably more wise when others are in danger. Or in some cases, less wise, as he’ll do anything to save them.

-Deceitful
If you’re not in his clan, trust him as you’d trust a good humored snake. If lying to you benefits his friends, he’ll do it all day long. Whether or not he feels bad about it later is debatable and highly dependent on the situation and the results.

-Stubborn
Trying to get him to change his mind once it’s set is something not easily done. Luckily smart enough to avoid things that are outright stupid.. Most of the time.

Likes: Hunting, marshes, movement, plotting, mischief
Dislikes: Standing still, boredom, losing, being ignored

Other Information:

Relationships
Orientation: Panromantic Asexual
Looking for: Friendship
Ideal Relationship and Traits: Tolerant of his assery. Or just the right amount of intolerant to make it amusing.

Mentor: Ashrose
Apprentice: None
Crush: None
Mate: None
Ex-Mate/s: None
Kin: Thymeheart(Mother No.1), Amberflight (Mother No.2) Shadeslash (Biological Father)

Alive
Deceased
Love (Romantic)
Love (Platonic)
Friend
Like
Neutral
Dislike
Enemy

-No Relationships Yet-
ExampleClan
Exampleclaw | @ | - Relationship Description

Roleplay
Briarpaw gently shifted his weight from foot to foot, slinking his way across the dark undergrowth. Noises, almost too quiet to hear, echoed just below the covering of fallen leaves and twigs- but what, he wondered? His young ears were not adept enough yet to detect what it was from a mere sound. It could be a mole, or a mouse, or a snake- so he stood, silently, and waited. Seconds passed, but finally the small creature showed itself, hopping with slow, unconcerned steps. A frog! Quick as a flash, the long-legged apprentice leapt, flinging himself over the forest floor and pouncing on his prey. Without hesitation, he sunk his fangs into it’s grey, lumpy hide. His mistake took only a moment to notice, the apprentice choking on a sudden, foul taste. Not a frog..A toad. Releasing the angry animal, he took off with a yowl of alarm, running back toward the camp and the medicine cat’s den. Luckily for him, it was disgusting, but not particularly poisonous.
Preferred methods:
Forums: Yes, preferred method
Skype, dA Chat: Yes
Google Docs/RPNow.net: Probably not
Comments/Notes: No
Paragraph only.

Lets start this again..with kitties!
(rosa helped me with code)

Description

Character
Name: Briarkit | Briarpaw | Briarthorn
[Prefix] – Briar for his dark brown coat
[Suffix] - Paw for his rank
– Thorn for his sarcastic, witty tongue
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: Nine Moons
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: Male
Appearance Details: Slender sable brown cat with long legs and oriental build.

History
Kithood

The youngest kit of a small litter, Briarkit appeared the runt for his first few weeks of life, half the size of his siblings, oddly misshapen with large paws and head. His small size and strange anatomy did not seem to bother him much, for his energy level seemed five times theirs- moving about and being a general nuisance, even before he could walk. Luckily for him, his mother found his spunkiness more endearing than troublesome, and was prideful of her littlest kit- defending him from the other kitted Queens and clan-members that found his antics less amusing. As he aged, he shed his runty status, suddenly overtaking all his littermates and becoming quite a massive kit. He grew into his feet and skull with grace, towering over the other kits with stilt-like legs and lanky frame. This did not slow him down at all, and appeared only to give him more advantage for speed.

It was a transformation that did him good, for his sheltered life as a kit was to become more turbulent. Life in the clan had grown uneasy, with hardships growing by the day. As an energetic, young soul filled with life, he barely noticed the trouble, his belly filled and his body warm from his mother’s endless efforts at keeping them safe. When it was time to move on, he yowled at the thought of leaving their home. Luckily, his spirit for adventure showed itself soon after, and he viewed the clan’s movement with excitement, instead of fear. This changed the day he witnessed his first death, a young cat much like himself crushed by a falling boulder. Yowling and sobbing, he ran to his mother, and was reassured with hollow words, for she knew it was only to get worse. It was during this time that he became especially attached to his mother’s adopted kit, Minkkit. The short cat had an energy much like his own, and even as his legs grew weak from hunger and his paws raw from walking, she managed to entice his own spiritedness out of hiding, making the journey much easier.

The days after only got worse, and soon, much to his devoted mother’s horror, he was the only one left of his litter. By that time he was weak and stumbling, hardly able to go on, but his mother would not allow more of her kits to succumb to death. Thanks to her endless aid and unyielding determination, he and his friend, now named Minkpaw made it to the Fjords. The long journey and loss had worn away at him, but the first sight of the land that was to be their new home had him feeling lively again, filling his legs with warmth and his chest with fire.

Apprenticeship

The trip had changed many things, including his rank within the clan. Somewhere in the mess of pain and exhaustion, he had earned his apprenticeship- a day he wished he remembered more clearly, as he was not nearly as enthusiastic as he might’ve been had things been normal at the time. It seemed like a dull affair combined with the terror of the trip, a haze that was barely real, except for his new responsibilities. Once in their new home, it finally began to dawn on him- he was a kit no longer, and it wasn’t a bad thing. From that day forward, he decided to put more effort into his training, to make up for the days he had ‘lost’ do to his bizarre timing.

About

Personality:
+Strong
Not so much in the physical sense as in the mental sense. Capable of taking a beating and overcoming hardships, more than the average cat. Incredibly hard to knock down and keep down, even when life tries it’s hardest.

+Brave
Fear doesn’t stop him often, even when he’s smart enough to feel it.

+Caring
Sassy and annoying or not, there is no denying the fact that his heart is large, even if he tries to deny the fact sometimes. If you’re a friend or clanmate of his, he will do anything for you, no questions asked.

>Sarcastic
Every-struggling to hold his tongue and rarely missing an opportunity to comment. Luckily, his sarcasm is very rarely mean, and often without potency, atleast when you’re on his good side.

>Cunning
His sharp tongue does not come without an even sharper brain behind it. Especially good at calculating battle plans and (usually well-meant) trickery.

>Outspoken
Voices his opinions without worrying whether or not they will be agreed upon or viewed positively. He makes for a great ally in a debate and a nightmare in sensitive situations.

>High-Energy
He’s the cat that never sits, always running around and up to something. Terrible at doing stationary activities, like standing on guard.

-Foolhardy
For all his intelligence, his overconfidence often gets the advantage of him. Considerably more wise when others are in danger. Or in some cases, less wise, as he’ll do anything to save them.

-Deceitful
If you’re not in his clan, trust him as you’d trust a good humored snake. If lying to you benefits his friends, he’ll do it all day long. Whether or not he feels bad about it later is debatable and highly dependent on the situation and the results.

-Stubborn
Trying to get him to change his mind once it’s set is something not easily done. Luckily smart enough to avoid things that are outright stupid.. Most of the time.

Likes: Hunting, marshes, movement, plotting, mischief
Dislikes: Standing still, boredom, losing, being ignored

Other Information:

Relationships
Orientation: Panromantic Asexual
Looking for: Friendship
Ideal Relationship and Traits: Tolerant of his assery. Or just the right amount of intolerant to make it amusing.

Mentor: Ashrose
Apprentice: None
Crush: None
Mate: None
Ex-Mate/s: None
Kin: Thymeheart(Mother No.1), Amberflight (Mother No.2) Shadeslash (Biological Father)

Alive
Deceased
Love (Romantic)
Love (Platonic)
Friend
Like
Neutral
Dislike
Enemy

-No Relationships Yet-
ExampleClan
Exampleclaw | @ | - Relationship Description

Roleplay
Briarpaw gently shifted his weight from foot to foot, slinking his way across the dark undergrowth. Noises, almost too quiet to hear, echoed just below the covering of fallen leaves and twigs- but what, he wondered? His young ears were not adept enough yet to detect what it was from a mere sound. It could be a mole, or a mouse, or a snake- so he stood, silently, and waited. Seconds passed, but finally the small creature showed itself, hopping with slow, unconcerned steps. A frog! Quick as a flash, the long-legged apprentice leapt, flinging himself over the forest floor and pouncing on his prey. Without hesitation, he sunk his fangs into it’s grey, lumpy hide. His mistake took only a moment to notice, the apprentice choking on a sudden, foul taste. Not a frog..A toad. Releasing the angry animal, he took off with a yowl of alarm, running back toward the camp and the medicine cat’s den. Luckily for him, it was disgusting, but not particularly poisonous.
Preferred methods:
Forums: Yes, preferred method
Skype, dA Chat: Yes
Google Docs/RPNow.net: Probably not
Comments/Notes: No
Paragraph only.

Lets start this again..with kitties!
(rosa helped me with code)