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//much writing very tired. wow.// *goes to draw a bit before coming back to this*

General Information:
  Name: Briarsong
  Gender: Female
  Age: 3 Years
  Clan: Windclan
  Rank: Warrior
  Breed: Norwegion Forest Cat
  Sexuality: Heterosexual

Looks:

Fur Type: Long, thick and fluffy Briarsong's fur is always the thing a cold Windclan cat wants to be snuggled up to against the cold winds that can blow. She does extremely well in winter because of it, but can be a little to hot during the summer seasons. The nicest thing about this type of long hair is that it is incredibly soft, but does tend to hold on to large amounts of water which makes it less desirable in these endless rains.

Build: She is thick and stalky and large, but probably no larger than the average sized she cat.... She just looks bigger with all that fur. She is quite muscular though and it adds to her overall rather intimidating silhouette, large at a first glance but in wet seasons like these when the fur is plastered to her body you can see she's about average. On the larger size, but all muscle and fur.

Scars/Things to note:

- None So far.

Other:

- She speaks with a British Accent

Personality:
= positive = Neutral = Negative

| Motherly | Briarsong loves to take care of all those cats around her regardless of age or if she has any real relation to them. Due to this she tends to be known as the "den mother" from those who know her, always looking out for her clan mates. She easily finds herself going out of her way to check in on every single cat she knows, within the clan or not, and make sure they are doing well. She loves to keep her loved ones, which is an easily obtained title, happy and at peak health. She easily attatches, especially to those younger than herself, and has a soft spot for kittens even if she doesn't have any herself. She's known to the queens for spending an afternoon taking care of the kittens while the queens take a break from that and go for a hunt or something.

| Friendly | Briarsong never hesitates on making a new friend. She is always more than happy enuogh to make the first move and introduce herself. In fact, when you first enter the clan be it as a kit or from another clan or something, no matter how scandalous, she always likes to be the first you meet. She always has a smile, and always has a moment for those around her if they need her. She is happy to listen to someone during a sad time, or take them out when they feel adventerous and need some company. She rarely decides what she does that day and if kestralwing doesn't tell her to do something she just goes to whomever seems to be on their own and spends the day with them. She seeks out other cats company, loves to be as social as she can, and her favourite day is those ones spent making better relations.

| Open | her lfies an ope book to anyone who asks: so ask away. She hides nothing, since it may be more helpful to others to know. She gholds no secrets from anyone, and isn't ever afraid how she feels or what she thinks if you ask her. So do not confuse this with a cat who offers their life story on a silver platter, she won't do that.... but she will never not answer to a question or a request for information. She won't give it away unless requested, but she is happy to tell anyone whatever they need to hear if they wish it. Cats from other clans though can't expect to use this to their advantage: she may be an open book but her clan is not. She won't go around telling were her clan is weak or stong or what they are planing. Still, anything about her weaknesses, strengths, fondest memories, darkest nightmares, she is happy to share with you if you care to and have a moment to listen.

| Unjudging | Briarsong has nothing to which she will assume you are less than because of. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so unless she thinks your good looking personally to the point were she'd want to pursue you your looks will never matter to her. As well, should your personality be prickly or for whatever reason undisirable to be around she still doesn't stop trying or think you are worth less. She just thinks it'll take more work to make get through to you as a friend, you can push her away as much as you want but she beleives everyone is inheritantly good and all road blocks on her being friends with you are only tests from starclan and not something she should give up because of. She doesn't judge personality based on clan either, holds no sterotypes for rouges or loners. She speaks to cats fro all clans, so long as they don't tresspass and holds none ofthem ill wills simply because her clan as a whole may not like her- and she expects the same respect to be given to her in return. She does not always think alongside what her clan thinks, so why would she think someone else would think always exactly what their clan would? Cats are all different, she has been known to say, and so to judge them all on one would be simply foolish and a miss of many grand opportunities.

  | Loyal to Individuals | This applies, humerously enough, only too individuals but still- once you have her loyalty it is unwavering and there is nothing she wouldn't do for you. She is selfless, and happy to be there for her friends and loved ones and clan mates.... but she is not there specifically for her clan as one might be. So to those cats she is close to, this is a positive trait, as they can come to her if they needa friend, a lsitening ear, or someone to do something they could ask nobody else. She never asks questions her loyalty to anyone, and even if betrayed she keeps it because it is how she considers herself a worthy clan cat to be within Starclan one day. She considers her unwavering loyalty honourable and values it equaly in others. However, all that being said, if you expect her to rise up to the challenge simply for 'the good of Windclan' you are out of luck. She has no specific care to her clan specifically. Homes are were the heart is, so this land, this group, can be changed as much as Starclan decides and it would still be home to ehr if they still reigned above her. So she will never fight just for the good of the clan, nor hate someone simply from being from another clan. She doesn't judge mates who live in seperate clans, except to say long distance is hard and others may judge. So, to the individual, this trait is a lovely one indeed, but as for patriotic to her clan, ya she doesn't have that.

| Passive / Anti Conflict | Briarsong never beleives that fighting solves anything so if that should ever be what it comes to expect opposition from her. The good news in this is she is often creative and smart in coming up with other idea's that don't use conflict. She hates it, because no matter what side wins you btoh can lose valued clan mates so whatever your fighting baout you are putting that as what the lives that are lost are worth- but lives are priceless. She is willing to talk till the stars come down to make sure that a compromise can be made, anything but conflict. This is not to say she won't fight if her clan forces her, but unless Splitstar comes to her and says if you don't you'll be chased out as a traitor- she will be putting her paw down and refusing. She is incredibly stubborn when it comes to this, and has no hesitation saying just how foolish she thinks it is.

  | Flirtatious | Ok, so, this personality trait doesn't really apply to a lot of cats, because unless your the good looking tom she's ran across in her travels, or possibly the poor toms mate or what not, this will never matter. Of course, should you be a good looking tom, or have a bravery that attracts her, whatever it is, she is not shy. She is always happy to purr about how wonderful she thinks a good tom is, or how she'd lvoe to be with him. It's a little sexist, given, since she is more than fine with objectifying them by liking the ones that look good but hey, why should it matter if everyone thinks different traits are hot? She figures it doesn't matter, since she's just saying what she finds hot, and how she'd love to get to nibble on the ear of that sexy, brave scarred tom over there. Oh yes, not only would she love to - she's giong to go over there right now and tell him.

| Matchmaker | This developed as she grew older, and began to have as much fun if not more matching up two other cats more so than even finding one for herself. She's long since decided she'd much rather match up every single cat in Windclan with the perfect match rather than waste her time looking for someone to spend the nights with her. She can be a little intrusive, ok maybe a lot, but she has the best intentions at heart and if we are all being honest: she's really good at it. The cats she tends to "ship" with one another tend to work. So, despite the fact that it can be annoying as anything, it does make a happy couple in the end, which means more kits, which means more apprentices and warriors soon- so she's really doing the clan a favour.

| Oppionated | Briarsong seems to always have an opinion about everything and everyone and doesn't shy away from telling everyone abuot it. She likes to think she's heard, and can be known to get louder or more rude if she thnks she's being annoyed or not listened to. So from the worst extreme of mouthing off to Splitstar if she thinks his plan is idiotic and hers is better, to just mentioning hw so-and-so always should give himself a few licks before he leaves the nest looking like that in the morning she will always be vocal about it. Again, it's a part of her motherly nature gone overboard to want to knit-pick everything but she just cant help yourself. You'll trip if you walk like that, hey! watch were your going! She has no ability to subtle so if you have been doing somehting she considers not the best way to do it, trust me, you'll know. In fact, probably, the whole clan will overhear her telling you.

| Overprotective | Alright, alright, so you got by with her opinions till now well then how about when she steps in and tells you just not to do somethign? Oh yes, she will do that. Briarsong can tend to be a little overprotective when it comes to her clan mates and even more so famiyl and loved ones and Windclan apprentices. In fact, she's downright terrible. The younger you are, the more you have to watch out because even withthe best of intentions, she's really terrible and down right tryingn to shelter all the apprentices. If she was leader, which thank goodness she is not, she'd havea rule that all training of apprentices would have to be against hypothetical prey and enemies and done in camp. yes, she is that bad. She has veen been known to step in and try and parent kittens who's parents are right there watching over them, but she still thinks it's just to risky to let them tussle like that- they should play hide and seek instead.

| Stubborn | Once Briarsong has a thought, idea or what not, she's the most stubborn of cats at times. She doesn't let go of things very easily, even once she's figured out she is wrong. She is even likely to argue a point even long after she knows she has lost the argument just for the sake of defending her pride.

| Gossip | This is her little perrty confession: she loves gossip. She loves to hear whats going on within the personal life of her clan mates even when she ahs no buisness knwoing. Even better if it's suppose to be a secret and better than that if it involves some sort of scandal. So no, you'll never guess who said something all to dirty in context while the leader was right there is pretty much the words that she always longs to hear. She seeks it out, and is shameless in ehr search for all the news. She doesn't care who said it, how big the chances are that it is true and not just a rumour, so long as it is interesting. She considers it her healthy dose of excitment for the day and avoids looking at how mailicious gossip really is, especially for something that is usually untrue.

Biography: 5-8 sentences

| Parents Life |

Forestpaw was assigned a mentor like any other. Strong, but she cuoldn't help but be surprised that they had assingmed her a new warrior. Why, he couldn't be more than one year older than her! At first, she had been horrified at the idea.... But as the two trained and trained and spent every waing moment together over the next couple moons something changed. His rude remarks out of no where became soft attempt to help and explanations that he had felt just as ashamed. Something grew between the two, beyond that of mentor and apprentice. It never went away though, and anytime she thought they were getting close he shut her down- mentors were not suppose to be this close to their apprentices. he had to train her, not befriend her.

So when she became a warrior her mentor's face softened in a new way, and he admitted what she thught they had was not untrue, because he felt it to. Not everyone in the clan agreed with them becoming mates, especially so young, but nevertheless they did it anyway. They were tied at the hip, constantly checking in with one another and hating to be a part for any extended time.

She got pregnant right away.

of course, she was young. They had been warned, as they had with their young relationship and again paid no heed but this time it help consequences. She miscarried, with rippling pain and still borns brought into the world lifeless, her body seemed to break. Like it tore at her in some way.

They fought often afterwords, unable to find healing over what had happened. They tried everything, breaking up, being closer than ever, but something had changed in her. She was heart broken in a way that couldn't be fixed. one year after that horrible nightmare of a day, Talonclaw brought up having a family once more to his mate. Of course, by this time Forestpelt had been warned that getting pregnant would be difficult, if it even was possible at all. Still, their relationship could not take any more rocky days, and so she agreed. She had lost hope, but figured if there was any chance Starclan would grant her this one miracle, then maybe, just maybe, she could live with herself.

| Kit Life |

Well, Starclan did indeed give her such a miracle and this time the mediciane cat and all of Windclan rejoiced when Forstpelt gave birth to two happy, healthy kittens. Naming the first one, a fluffy shekit, Briarkit and the little tomkit Sootkit the two parents where as happy as could be. Forstpelt never forgot the kittens she had never had, of course, and these kittens never replaced that heart ache, but they softened it. They gave her something enw to focus on, something to whisper back to the thoughts in her head that told her horrible things.

So withut being perfect, the family was happy and that was how Briarkit grew up. For siblings, her brother and her were pretty close. They played well together and thankfully got into little trouble due to her brother's eagerness to please and her own desire to avoid conflict. They certainly made their parents lives pretty easy, always doing what they were told and never going on any grand adventures that could result in either of them getting hurt or in trouble. They even went out of their way to play with Splitkit, who was a kitten bron a little bit before them but he had two heads! Or, one and a half sort of since both heads where joined at the eye ball as they said.

Still, they had it pretty easy. So when things started to get colder, as the end of summer they had been born into turned into autumn and then winter clan life, as it always does, got a little bit colder and quite a bit harder to make ends meet. In fact, it got so cold that a green cough spread through the Windclan camp, probably because it was far less sheltered than some of the other clan camps and needless to say... When it hit the queens den and one of the nursing queens got sick the clan began to get concerned. Briarkit, her brother and everyone else that was still healthy was moved to the medicine cats den to hoopefully not catch it.

Of course, life if funny that way, and that winter she had to say goodbye to her baby brother, who did end up catching the sickness and not making it.

Time may not heal all wounds, but as days went by and she grew up into a fine young little kitten she did let go of the heart ache little by little. Soon, with her brother on her mind only as something to make her strive for all she could ever want, she got word that she was going to become an apprentice.

| Apprentice Life |

Briarpaw was determined to be a good apprentice, and treated her new mentor, a senior warrior she got along well with from day one, with respect and decency and all the attention she had to give. She promised to work hard and meant it, because after all she wanted to experiance all life had to offer her because her brother never got to espierience so much of it. She wanted to be the best apprentice out there... If she could.

She looked to the other apprentices for help, watching from a far. There was one, odler, apprentice. Kestralpaw whom seemed to walk as if he owned the place, and even though she admired him she had to admit she was afraid fo him as well.... So she kept her distance but everytime she wasn't training as he was she liked to go and watch him. When that couldn't work, sometimes she tried to hang out with Splitpaw whose company she still liked as someone from her kit life. She didn't have a lot of friends, if any, as a kit but she made it work and tried to never feel lonely. She could still do her best even without having a best friend alongside her.

Of course, one apprentice took stole her glances all to often. Specklepaw was brilliant and handsome. He was intelligent in a way so that you could see he often won his battles with words instead fo conflict and she loved that about him. He was, paws down, the smartest tom cat she ahd ever met that wasn't really old. ok, so she rarely actually spoke to Specklepaw but she did harbor feelings for him that were going to be confessed once she was made a warrior. he was odler than her, though, so he'd have to wait.

So then when her mentor came back with a cut on his brow and Spacklepaw's lifeless body- her little heart broke once more. Once again she'd have to say goodbye to someone she cared about. She didn't elt it get ehr down though, since now she just had two loved ones in Starclan she had to impress with hard work and determination. So instead of letting herself worry and feel broken over it she put herself to work. She trained, and trained, and trained some more.

When her mentor moved to the elders den, she was assigned Freshfoot. She didn't dislike him..... but he sorta reminded her fo a snake. . . and she didn't realy like snakes. She always did what he asked of her, but nothing more. She just wanted this whole thing to be over with already.

She just thanked Starclan when that was over and she could be a warrior like everyone else she knew.

| Warrior Life |

It was as if everyting snowballed out fo control once she became a warrior, and she remember sometimes wondering if it ever had to do with her. It was as if as soon as she became a warrior things started to fall apart. Now, it may have been only a season rotation or two ago but she remembers it very clearly. She remembers when Splitstar actually became leader.... and she remembered when Kestralwing became deputy. These were cats that she had known, growing up. Not well parsay but she didn't have to, the thought of them taking roles that had higher risk still concerned her... especially when it meant the previous deputies and leaders had met their own retirement or demise. Those were things a clan cat could never forget.

She could never forget when her mother died attempting another litter. Her father raised the three siblings as best as he could with the help of another queen whom had lost her kittens... However it seemed as soon as ehr siblings became apprentices her father just gave up. He dies of sickness less than a moon later.

Of course, none of this amounted to the worry she felt now. It had started normally, because rain is normal. She hadn't given it a second thought. However, this rain kept going, and going... and going. Everyone had expected it to stop sooner or later, because no one could remember a time when it had rained for this long. It had been sun rises upon sun rises now... maybe even a mooon? She can't even really remember when it started, since at the time it hasn't seemed like somethig to remember....

Now that it hasn't stopped she's begun to wonder what they did to offend Starclan so much as to have their wrath sent down in unending little rain drops.

Relationships: [ for this area, you can mark what your cat thinks of all whom they have interacted with using bullets aided by a key and a brief sentence or two from either third or first person. For the key, you can either come up with one yourself or use the base one provided for you :

   - No opinion / Acquaintance.
   - Friend.
   - Close friend.
   - Crush.
   - Love.
   - Mate.
   - Family.
   - Mentor / Apprentice.
   - Dislike.
   - Hate.
   - Dead.
Respect

-- Starclan
| Forestpelt | Mother | Windclan
| Talonclaw | Father | Windclan
| Specklepaw | Friend/Crush | Windclan

-- Windclan
| Wormtail | Elder *NPC
| Freshfoot | Warrior *NPC
Splitstar | leader
Kestralwing | Deputy
3 apprentice siblings UP FOR ADOPTION- Note me!

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-will add if/when accepted-

Credits:

Design by the amazing
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Character & Art (c) Me

Description
//much writing very tired. wow.// *goes to draw a bit before coming back to this*

General Information:
  Name: Briarsong
  Gender: Female
  Age: 3 Years
  Clan: Windclan
  Rank: Warrior
  Breed: Norwegion Forest Cat
  Sexuality: Heterosexual

Looks:

Fur Type: Long, thick and fluffy Briarsong's fur is always the thing a cold Windclan cat wants to be snuggled up to against the cold winds that can blow. She does extremely well in winter because of it, but can be a little to hot during the summer seasons. The nicest thing about this type of long hair is that it is incredibly soft, but does tend to hold on to large amounts of water which makes it less desirable in these endless rains.

Build: She is thick and stalky and large, but probably no larger than the average sized she cat.... She just looks bigger with all that fur. She is quite muscular though and it adds to her overall rather intimidating silhouette, large at a first glance but in wet seasons like these when the fur is plastered to her body you can see she's about average. On the larger size, but all muscle and fur.

Scars/Things to note:

- None So far.

Other:

- She speaks with a British Accent

Personality:
= positive = Neutral = Negative

| Motherly | Briarsong loves to take care of all those cats around her regardless of age or if she has any real relation to them. Due to this she tends to be known as the "den mother" from those who know her, always looking out for her clan mates. She easily finds herself going out of her way to check in on every single cat she knows, within the clan or not, and make sure they are doing well. She loves to keep her loved ones, which is an easily obtained title, happy and at peak health. She easily attatches, especially to those younger than herself, and has a soft spot for kittens even if she doesn't have any herself. She's known to the queens for spending an afternoon taking care of the kittens while the queens take a break from that and go for a hunt or something.

| Friendly | Briarsong never hesitates on making a new friend. She is always more than happy enuogh to make the first move and introduce herself. In fact, when you first enter the clan be it as a kit or from another clan or something, no matter how scandalous, she always likes to be the first you meet. She always has a smile, and always has a moment for those around her if they need her. She is happy to listen to someone during a sad time, or take them out when they feel adventerous and need some company. She rarely decides what she does that day and if kestralwing doesn't tell her to do something she just goes to whomever seems to be on their own and spends the day with them. She seeks out other cats company, loves to be as social as she can, and her favourite day is those ones spent making better relations.

| Open | her lfies an ope book to anyone who asks: so ask away. She hides nothing, since it may be more helpful to others to know. She gholds no secrets from anyone, and isn't ever afraid how she feels or what she thinks if you ask her. So do not confuse this with a cat who offers their life story on a silver platter, she won't do that.... but she will never not answer to a question or a request for information. She won't give it away unless requested, but she is happy to tell anyone whatever they need to hear if they wish it. Cats from other clans though can't expect to use this to their advantage: she may be an open book but her clan is not. She won't go around telling were her clan is weak or stong or what they are planing. Still, anything about her weaknesses, strengths, fondest memories, darkest nightmares, she is happy to share with you if you care to and have a moment to listen.

| Unjudging | Briarsong has nothing to which she will assume you are less than because of. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so unless she thinks your good looking personally to the point were she'd want to pursue you your looks will never matter to her. As well, should your personality be prickly or for whatever reason undisirable to be around she still doesn't stop trying or think you are worth less. She just thinks it'll take more work to make get through to you as a friend, you can push her away as much as you want but she beleives everyone is inheritantly good and all road blocks on her being friends with you are only tests from starclan and not something she should give up because of. She doesn't judge personality based on clan either, holds no sterotypes for rouges or loners. She speaks to cats fro all clans, so long as they don't tresspass and holds none ofthem ill wills simply because her clan as a whole may not like her- and she expects the same respect to be given to her in return. She does not always think alongside what her clan thinks, so why would she think someone else would think always exactly what their clan would? Cats are all different, she has been known to say, and so to judge them all on one would be simply foolish and a miss of many grand opportunities.

  | Loyal to Individuals | This applies, humerously enough, only too individuals but still- once you have her loyalty it is unwavering and there is nothing she wouldn't do for you. She is selfless, and happy to be there for her friends and loved ones and clan mates.... but she is not there specifically for her clan as one might be. So to those cats she is close to, this is a positive trait, as they can come to her if they needa friend, a lsitening ear, or someone to do something they could ask nobody else. She never asks questions her loyalty to anyone, and even if betrayed she keeps it because it is how she considers herself a worthy clan cat to be within Starclan one day. She considers her unwavering loyalty honourable and values it equaly in others. However, all that being said, if you expect her to rise up to the challenge simply for 'the good of Windclan' you are out of luck. She has no specific care to her clan specifically. Homes are were the heart is, so this land, this group, can be changed as much as Starclan decides and it would still be home to ehr if they still reigned above her. So she will never fight just for the good of the clan, nor hate someone simply from being from another clan. She doesn't judge mates who live in seperate clans, except to say long distance is hard and others may judge. So, to the individual, this trait is a lovely one indeed, but as for patriotic to her clan, ya she doesn't have that.

| Passive / Anti Conflict | Briarsong never beleives that fighting solves anything so if that should ever be what it comes to expect opposition from her. The good news in this is she is often creative and smart in coming up with other idea's that don't use conflict. She hates it, because no matter what side wins you btoh can lose valued clan mates so whatever your fighting baout you are putting that as what the lives that are lost are worth- but lives are priceless. She is willing to talk till the stars come down to make sure that a compromise can be made, anything but conflict. This is not to say she won't fight if her clan forces her, but unless Splitstar comes to her and says if you don't you'll be chased out as a traitor- she will be putting her paw down and refusing. She is incredibly stubborn when it comes to this, and has no hesitation saying just how foolish she thinks it is.

  | Flirtatious | Ok, so, this personality trait doesn't really apply to a lot of cats, because unless your the good looking tom she's ran across in her travels, or possibly the poor toms mate or what not, this will never matter. Of course, should you be a good looking tom, or have a bravery that attracts her, whatever it is, she is not shy. She is always happy to purr about how wonderful she thinks a good tom is, or how she'd lvoe to be with him. It's a little sexist, given, since she is more than fine with objectifying them by liking the ones that look good but hey, why should it matter if everyone thinks different traits are hot? She figures it doesn't matter, since she's just saying what she finds hot, and how she'd love to get to nibble on the ear of that sexy, brave scarred tom over there. Oh yes, not only would she love to - she's giong to go over there right now and tell him.

| Matchmaker | This developed as she grew older, and began to have as much fun if not more matching up two other cats more so than even finding one for herself. She's long since decided she'd much rather match up every single cat in Windclan with the perfect match rather than waste her time looking for someone to spend the nights with her. She can be a little intrusive, ok maybe a lot, but she has the best intentions at heart and if we are all being honest: she's really good at it. The cats she tends to "ship" with one another tend to work. So, despite the fact that it can be annoying as anything, it does make a happy couple in the end, which means more kits, which means more apprentices and warriors soon- so she's really doing the clan a favour.

| Oppionated | Briarsong seems to always have an opinion about everything and everyone and doesn't shy away from telling everyone abuot it. She likes to think she's heard, and can be known to get louder or more rude if she thnks she's being annoyed or not listened to. So from the worst extreme of mouthing off to Splitstar if she thinks his plan is idiotic and hers is better, to just mentioning hw so-and-so always should give himself a few licks before he leaves the nest looking like that in the morning she will always be vocal about it. Again, it's a part of her motherly nature gone overboard to want to knit-pick everything but she just cant help yourself. You'll trip if you walk like that, hey! watch were your going! She has no ability to subtle so if you have been doing somehting she considers not the best way to do it, trust me, you'll know. In fact, probably, the whole clan will overhear her telling you.

| Overprotective | Alright, alright, so you got by with her opinions till now well then how about when she steps in and tells you just not to do somethign? Oh yes, she will do that. Briarsong can tend to be a little overprotective when it comes to her clan mates and even more so famiyl and loved ones and Windclan apprentices. In fact, she's downright terrible. The younger you are, the more you have to watch out because even withthe best of intentions, she's really terrible and down right tryingn to shelter all the apprentices. If she was leader, which thank goodness she is not, she'd havea rule that all training of apprentices would have to be against hypothetical prey and enemies and done in camp. yes, she is that bad. She has veen been known to step in and try and parent kittens who's parents are right there watching over them, but she still thinks it's just to risky to let them tussle like that- they should play hide and seek instead.

| Stubborn | Once Briarsong has a thought, idea or what not, she's the most stubborn of cats at times. She doesn't let go of things very easily, even once she's figured out she is wrong. She is even likely to argue a point even long after she knows she has lost the argument just for the sake of defending her pride.

| Gossip | This is her little perrty confession: she loves gossip. She loves to hear whats going on within the personal life of her clan mates even when she ahs no buisness knwoing. Even better if it's suppose to be a secret and better than that if it involves some sort of scandal. So no, you'll never guess who said something all to dirty in context while the leader was right there is pretty much the words that she always longs to hear. She seeks it out, and is shameless in ehr search for all the news. She doesn't care who said it, how big the chances are that it is true and not just a rumour, so long as it is interesting. She considers it her healthy dose of excitment for the day and avoids looking at how mailicious gossip really is, especially for something that is usually untrue.

Biography: 5-8 sentences

| Parents Life |

Forestpaw was assigned a mentor like any other. Strong, but she cuoldn't help but be surprised that they had assingmed her a new warrior. Why, he couldn't be more than one year older than her! At first, she had been horrified at the idea.... But as the two trained and trained and spent every waing moment together over the next couple moons something changed. His rude remarks out of no where became soft attempt to help and explanations that he had felt just as ashamed. Something grew between the two, beyond that of mentor and apprentice. It never went away though, and anytime she thought they were getting close he shut her down- mentors were not suppose to be this close to their apprentices. he had to train her, not befriend her.

So when she became a warrior her mentor's face softened in a new way, and he admitted what she thught they had was not untrue, because he felt it to. Not everyone in the clan agreed with them becoming mates, especially so young, but nevertheless they did it anyway. They were tied at the hip, constantly checking in with one another and hating to be a part for any extended time.

She got pregnant right away.

of course, she was young. They had been warned, as they had with their young relationship and again paid no heed but this time it help consequences. She miscarried, with rippling pain and still borns brought into the world lifeless, her body seemed to break. Like it tore at her in some way.

They fought often afterwords, unable to find healing over what had happened. They tried everything, breaking up, being closer than ever, but something had changed in her. She was heart broken in a way that couldn't be fixed. one year after that horrible nightmare of a day, Talonclaw brought up having a family once more to his mate. Of course, by this time Forestpelt had been warned that getting pregnant would be difficult, if it even was possible at all. Still, their relationship could not take any more rocky days, and so she agreed. She had lost hope, but figured if there was any chance Starclan would grant her this one miracle, then maybe, just maybe, she could live with herself.

| Kit Life |

Well, Starclan did indeed give her such a miracle and this time the mediciane cat and all of Windclan rejoiced when Forstpelt gave birth to two happy, healthy kittens. Naming the first one, a fluffy shekit, Briarkit and the little tomkit Sootkit the two parents where as happy as could be. Forstpelt never forgot the kittens she had never had, of course, and these kittens never replaced that heart ache, but they softened it. They gave her something enw to focus on, something to whisper back to the thoughts in her head that told her horrible things.

So withut being perfect, the family was happy and that was how Briarkit grew up. For siblings, her brother and her were pretty close. They played well together and thankfully got into little trouble due to her brother's eagerness to please and her own desire to avoid conflict. They certainly made their parents lives pretty easy, always doing what they were told and never going on any grand adventures that could result in either of them getting hurt or in trouble. They even went out of their way to play with Splitkit, who was a kitten bron a little bit before them but he had two heads! Or, one and a half sort of since both heads where joined at the eye ball as they said.

Still, they had it pretty easy. So when things started to get colder, as the end of summer they had been born into turned into autumn and then winter clan life, as it always does, got a little bit colder and quite a bit harder to make ends meet. In fact, it got so cold that a green cough spread through the Windclan camp, probably because it was far less sheltered than some of the other clan camps and needless to say... When it hit the queens den and one of the nursing queens got sick the clan began to get concerned. Briarkit, her brother and everyone else that was still healthy was moved to the medicine cats den to hoopefully not catch it.

Of course, life if funny that way, and that winter she had to say goodbye to her baby brother, who did end up catching the sickness and not making it.

Time may not heal all wounds, but as days went by and she grew up into a fine young little kitten she did let go of the heart ache little by little. Soon, with her brother on her mind only as something to make her strive for all she could ever want, she got word that she was going to become an apprentice.

| Apprentice Life |

Briarpaw was determined to be a good apprentice, and treated her new mentor, a senior warrior she got along well with from day one, with respect and decency and all the attention she had to give. She promised to work hard and meant it, because after all she wanted to experiance all life had to offer her because her brother never got to espierience so much of it. She wanted to be the best apprentice out there... If she could.

She looked to the other apprentices for help, watching from a far. There was one, odler, apprentice. Kestralpaw whom seemed to walk as if he owned the place, and even though she admired him she had to admit she was afraid fo him as well.... So she kept her distance but everytime she wasn't training as he was she liked to go and watch him. When that couldn't work, sometimes she tried to hang out with Splitpaw whose company she still liked as someone from her kit life. She didn't have a lot of friends, if any, as a kit but she made it work and tried to never feel lonely. She could still do her best even without having a best friend alongside her.

Of course, one apprentice took stole her glances all to often. Specklepaw was brilliant and handsome. He was intelligent in a way so that you could see he often won his battles with words instead fo conflict and she loved that about him. He was, paws down, the smartest tom cat she ahd ever met that wasn't really old. ok, so she rarely actually spoke to Specklepaw but she did harbor feelings for him that were going to be confessed once she was made a warrior. he was odler than her, though, so he'd have to wait.

So then when her mentor came back with a cut on his brow and Spacklepaw's lifeless body- her little heart broke once more. Once again she'd have to say goodbye to someone she cared about. She didn't elt it get ehr down though, since now she just had two loved ones in Starclan she had to impress with hard work and determination. So instead of letting herself worry and feel broken over it she put herself to work. She trained, and trained, and trained some more.

When her mentor moved to the elders den, she was assigned Freshfoot. She didn't dislike him..... but he sorta reminded her fo a snake. . . and she didn't realy like snakes. She always did what he asked of her, but nothing more. She just wanted this whole thing to be over with already.

She just thanked Starclan when that was over and she could be a warrior like everyone else she knew.

| Warrior Life |

It was as if everyting snowballed out fo control once she became a warrior, and she remember sometimes wondering if it ever had to do with her. It was as if as soon as she became a warrior things started to fall apart. Now, it may have been only a season rotation or two ago but she remembers it very clearly. She remembers when Splitstar actually became leader.... and she remembered when Kestralwing became deputy. These were cats that she had known, growing up. Not well parsay but she didn't have to, the thought of them taking roles that had higher risk still concerned her... especially when it meant the previous deputies and leaders had met their own retirement or demise. Those were things a clan cat could never forget.

She could never forget when her mother died attempting another litter. Her father raised the three siblings as best as he could with the help of another queen whom had lost her kittens... However it seemed as soon as ehr siblings became apprentices her father just gave up. He dies of sickness less than a moon later.

Of course, none of this amounted to the worry she felt now. It had started normally, because rain is normal. She hadn't given it a second thought. However, this rain kept going, and going... and going. Everyone had expected it to stop sooner or later, because no one could remember a time when it had rained for this long. It had been sun rises upon sun rises now... maybe even a mooon? She can't even really remember when it started, since at the time it hasn't seemed like somethig to remember....

Now that it hasn't stopped she's begun to wonder what they did to offend Starclan so much as to have their wrath sent down in unending little rain drops.

Relationships: [ for this area, you can mark what your cat thinks of all whom they have interacted with using bullets aided by a key and a brief sentence or two from either third or first person. For the key, you can either come up with one yourself or use the base one provided for you :

   - No opinion / Acquaintance.
   - Friend.
   - Close friend.
   - Crush.
   - Love.
   - Mate.
   - Family.
   - Mentor / Apprentice.
   - Dislike.
   - Hate.
   - Dead.
Respect

-- Starclan
| Forestpelt | Mother | Windclan
| Talonclaw | Father | Windclan
| Specklepaw | Friend/Crush | Windclan

-- Windclan
| Wormtail | Elder *NPC
| Freshfoot | Warrior *NPC
Splitstar | leader
Kestralwing | Deputy
3 apprentice siblings UP FOR ADOPTION- Note me!

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