Brokenbrook [+] WindClan

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Name: Brokenbrook
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Gender: She-Cat
Age: Sixteen moons.
Picture: www.freewebs.com/squirrel_star/Member%20Pictures/Windclan/Sandfur%20Windclan%20Warriors%20Orange%20cats%20Erin%20Hunter%20Clans.jpg
Physical Description:

Small and soft pink nose lies at the front of her face. Above it, orange stripes are embroidered on lighter orange fur. A small pinch of white fur lies on her nose, just before the pink blob. A small white blaze connects with it. The white curls beneath her nose on both sides, going down her chest which rears up and puts white up by both of her shoulders. The stream of white continues down, thinning until it gets too narrow for a mouse to run down without it's sides hanging off each side. Reaching down to her front paws, the white goes behind each leg, then claims her paw about halfway through for both front legs. Then it goes to her belly, haunting her hind legs down the side and giving her little socks. At last it ends at her tailtip, covered in a splash of white and bordered on the bottom by more white. The rest of her pelt is covered in orange tabby fur, short but fluffy. Her eyes are a golden color, not quite amber but not yellow either.

Quick Description:

an orange and white she-cat with golden amber eyes.

Personality:

Basics;

[+] friendly
[+] social
[+] secretive
[+] sweet
[+] helpful
[+] honest
[+] trusting
[+] understanding
[+] good listener
[+] strong willed
[+] hopeful
[+] faithful
[+] thinker
[+] quiet
[+] loving


Likes;


[+] thunderstorms
[+] rain
[+] herbs
[+] traveling
[+] listening
[+] exercising
[+] nature
[+] fire
[+] leafbare
[+] leaf-fall
[+] newleaf


Dislikes;

[+] lies
[+] greenleaf
[+] twolegs
[+] dogs
[+] loud sounds
[+] surprises
[+] ambitious cats
[+] being mocked
[+] hatred
[+] pain

History:

Kithood;


Brokenkit was born in WindClan, but unfortunately was the only one who wasn't dead at birth. Her mother, Whispertalon, named the two firstborn sons Memorykit and Driftingkit, after her and Kestrelfang, her mate, fathers. She was named Brokenkit because her mother couldn't care less what she was called; and so, Kestrelfang named her after his grandmother, Brokencrest. Whispertalon was depressed, and only produced enough milk to let Brokenkit barely live. But, she was lucky, because her Clan was kind, welcoming, and accepting. She could be a happy kitten and not worry about her parents. A warrior named Creamstep was kind to her the whole time, and she wanted to be his apprentice.


Apprenticeship;

She finally became an apprentice; the leader, Slushstar, allowed her to become Creamstep's apprentice. Brokenpaw trained hard and long; before she reached her ninth moon, she knew how to hunt and how to fight well. It was a good thing, too: Creamstep was murdered by a badger while hunting. Brokenpaw had scented blood from the camp, and his body was found by her not far off. She mourned, bringing him back to camp, and was the closest to his head for the vigil. The next day, Slushstar gave her her warrior name.


Warrior;


She was sorrowful still, but got over it quickly enough. Whispertalon and Kestrelfang had disappeared, too; but, Brokenbrook's keen nose found fear scent, mingled with blood. Her mother's body lay a ways away, and it looked like the two had tried to kill each other and succeeded. She was too disgusted with them to bother taking them back to camp for any vigil. She left them, returning to her Clan. By that point, she was sixteen moons, and luckily was living in peace.

IC:

Brokenbrook. Her eyes blinked open, taking in the bright sunlight. Long fronds of grass tickled her nose, and she sneezed it away. Standing, she shook pieces of dirt off her pelt. She froze her unblinking gaze on a butterfly; free strength surged through her pelt and urged her to chase it. After all, a warrior rarely was allowed to act like a kitten again; why not have a little fun? She leaped up and through the grass. The butterfly, which was an interesting blue, fluttered away. Brokenbrook chased after it, stopping suddenly as it disappeared into the forest that lay before her. ThunderClan's scent was strong, but she noted that the border was still a ways ahead. She sighed in relief, then turned and started racing back to camp. Her tail stuck out straight behind her, the fur whipping around in random circles. A mouse suddenly crossed her path, nearly tripping her.

"Hey!" Brokenbrook's eyes turned to hateful slits. She darted after the mouse. It whipped into a rabbit's burrow, which the warrior could have fit into if she'd bothered chasing it for any longer. Instead, she jumped over and stopped the chase. She was panting hard from the long run after the tiny creature that almost made her crash. A cloud blotted out the sun, darkening her fur a little bit. Brokenbrook headed back to camp with a sigh. Yet again she'd nearly crossed the border; it was almost as if she were doing a really distant patrol that involved racing from place to place in a random order. A scuffling in the tall grass drew Brokenbrook's attention away again. She scented rabbit on the air; it drew around her then drifted away. It got stronger after a second. Crouching, she turned and pounced. The rabbit fell to her claws, barely losing a drop of blood from it's quick death. Purring for her kill, Brokenbrook lay down and put a paw over the rabbit. She found a nice position, then fell asleep.

Clouds covered the whole sky. Rain was falling down, splashing onto the ground and her pelt. It seemed to swallow her as she sunk in the deep mud, sickening squishy sounds echoing around her mind. She shook it away, moving to a tall stone that stood next to a tree and some bushes. The territory was unfamiliar, but disgusting Twoleg stench hung in the air. A monster, which couldn't have been that far off, was letting out loud, dreadful sounds. It ripped up earth, tearing down trees. Brokenbrook noticed a faint WindClan smell, which had faded long ago, but her keen instincts recognized it. She blinked; why would WindClan have been here? Crawling to the top of the rock, she surveyed the land. "This must be the old WindClan territory, from so long ago... before the Great Journey. But I must be back in time, because wouldn't they have torn it all up already?"

A giant wave of water suddenly splashed over her, pulling her down and beneath the mud. She suffocatedly tried to escape, flailing her paws helplessly, drowning, --

Brokenbrook awoke suddenly. She was sweating terribly, and fear-scent had taken over. Panting, she stood and carried the rabbit to camp. Oh, StarClan...

Codeword: --nocheatersD:<-
Other:

<3 hallo.

[&Willow]

Even if the personality is suppose to be written, it is original, so I accept this piece of work. [._. or is it not done?]

Wonderful job dear. <3

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it's finished =P and thanks. =]]