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Here's my bby for City of Fallen :') yeeeaaaahhhh

Her theme song: [link]
Name: Brazel

Gender: Female

Age: 7 months

Position: Trainee

Gang: Bloodbrothers

History: Brazel was born by a mother and father she never knew, since she was abandoned at birth. She doesn't
know why they left her to this day. From the start her abandonment forced her to be strong and defiant. Surviving came naturally to
her and she learned to use her dark pelt to her advantage when stalking in the shadows. Brazel grew up never having anyone tell her
how to act, where to go, or what to do. One afternoon, when she was about 5 months old, she was trying to stay warm during a
rainstorm. During the night, a cat came to her and saw how cold she was. She was near death, frozen, and soaked to the skin. The
cat tried to help her, but she wouldn't listen. Eventually he lied down next to her and tried to give her warmth. As much as she
resisted, he stayed put. During the night, he told her stories of a gang of cats with strange collars that glowed red, and who if she
wasn't careful would kill her as soon as they found her. Where the storyteller was trying to instill fear in her, it only intrigued her
to want to learn more. She eventually fell asleep and when she awoke, the cat was gone. For about a month she searched
everywhere for the strange cats, until one day she was trying to catch a mouse and happened to wander into the Bloodbrother's territory.
When they found her trying to steal their prey, they tried to scare her off with threats and snarling. At first, she hissed and snarled, but
then Brazel saw their glowing collars and bounced up and down, realizing that these were the cats she'd been looking for. The gang
cats were surprised at her reaction. The leader of the patrol asked why Brazel had been trying to steal their prey. She sat down
and squeaked that she simply was hungry and couldn't care less who's prey it was. The patrol cats admired her confidence and
brought her back to Montague. He also admired her spite and asked her to begin training to become a militia. She eagerly agreed,
exited to finally have a group of cats who she could call family.

Personality/HabitsBrazel is a feisty, hardheaded, snarky little fireball. With her history making her how she is, she
sometimes has trouble following orders, but has grown to enjoy carrying them out. She is incredibly defiant and defensive. Offense
is something she doesn't give into easily. She's easily distracted by small things like feathers or snails. Brazel puts her full faith
and loyalty to her gang and treats them like family. Occasionally if she's being defensive, the hairs on her back will spike out like
a porcupine. Compared to most cats, she's on the smaller side. But contrary to her size Brazel is a very skilled fighter. From being
on her own, she taught herself how to use her weight and size to her advantage to dart and weave while she's fighting. She hardly
ever gets hurt when fighting, except one time in the past when she fought a wild dog and got a gash on her nose. Her dyed hair and
tribal tattoo she did to stand out from other cats.

FUN FACT: She inherited her mother's gold-flecked eyes, which is the only thing she remembers about her mother.

Relationships:
Close Friend
Friend
Acquaintance
Respect
Crush
Love
Dislike/Fear
Hate/Loath
Family

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Likes?
Shadows for stalking
Fighting
Anything small or distracting

Dislikes/fears?
The only thing she really fears are snakes!

Trainee/mentor?

Description
Here's my bby for City of Fallen :') yeeeaaaahhhh

Her theme song: [link]
Name: Brazel

Gender: Female

Age: 7 months

Position: Trainee

Gang: Bloodbrothers

History: Brazel was born by a mother and father she never knew, since she was abandoned at birth. She doesn't
know why they left her to this day. From the start her abandonment forced her to be strong and defiant. Surviving came naturally to
her and she learned to use her dark pelt to her advantage when stalking in the shadows. Brazel grew up never having anyone tell her
how to act, where to go, or what to do. One afternoon, when she was about 5 months old, she was trying to stay warm during a
rainstorm. During the night, a cat came to her and saw how cold she was. She was near death, frozen, and soaked to the skin. The
cat tried to help her, but she wouldn't listen. Eventually he lied down next to her and tried to give her warmth. As much as she
resisted, he stayed put. During the night, he told her stories of a gang of cats with strange collars that glowed red, and who if she
wasn't careful would kill her as soon as they found her. Where the storyteller was trying to instill fear in her, it only intrigued her
to want to learn more. She eventually fell asleep and when she awoke, the cat was gone. For about a month she searched
everywhere for the strange cats, until one day she was trying to catch a mouse and happened to wander into the Bloodbrother's territory.
When they found her trying to steal their prey, they tried to scare her off with threats and snarling. At first, she hissed and snarled, but
then Brazel saw their glowing collars and bounced up and down, realizing that these were the cats she'd been looking for. The gang
cats were surprised at her reaction. The leader of the patrol asked why Brazel had been trying to steal their prey. She sat down
and squeaked that she simply was hungry and couldn't care less who's prey it was. The patrol cats admired her confidence and
brought her back to Montague. He also admired her spite and asked her to begin training to become a militia. She eagerly agreed,
exited to finally have a group of cats who she could call family.

Personality/HabitsBrazel is a feisty, hardheaded, snarky little fireball. With her history making her how she is, she
sometimes has trouble following orders, but has grown to enjoy carrying them out. She is incredibly defiant and defensive. Offense
is something she doesn't give into easily. She's easily distracted by small things like feathers or snails. Brazel puts her full faith
and loyalty to her gang and treats them like family. Occasionally if she's being defensive, the hairs on her back will spike out like
a porcupine. Compared to most cats, she's on the smaller side. But contrary to her size Brazel is a very skilled fighter. From being
on her own, she taught herself how to use her weight and size to her advantage to dart and weave while she's fighting. She hardly
ever gets hurt when fighting, except one time in the past when she fought a wild dog and got a gash on her nose. Her dyed hair and
tribal tattoo she did to stand out from other cats.

FUN FACT: She inherited her mother's gold-flecked eyes, which is the only thing she remembers about her mother.

Relationships:
Close Friend
Friend
Acquaintance
Respect
Crush
Love
Dislike/Fear
Hate/Loath
Family

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Likes?
Shadows for stalking
Fighting
Anything small or distracting

Dislikes/fears?
The only thing she really fears are snakes!

Trainee/mentor?