Post by Lyra on Aug 6, 2018 10:26:13 GMT
BRIARSTAR
39 MOONS | LEADER | GORGECLAN | SHE-CAT | DEMISEXUAL
RED-ORANGE BRILLIANT
✔ Positive traits
Determined, Fair, Level-Headed, Loving, Loyal, Protective, Respectful, Responsible, Supportive
Born to Flamestrike & Embershade
Sister to Oakfang & Sorrelheart & Stormpaw & Thistlepaw
Former Mentor to Willowbreeze
Briarkit was born alongside her brother Oak-kit and her sister Sorrelkit to a loving mother names Embershade and a distant father named Flamestrike, both loyal Gorgeclan warriors that were well respected and skilled in their own areas of expertise. Without much interaction with her father, who visited briefly and sparingly at best, Briarkit instead grew close with her mother and siblings, who were supportive and loving toward each other, always ready to help each other out no matter what. Embershade taught her children early on to always put their clan first and to give love willingly to their clanmates, and Briarkit took this advice in hand with readiness that stretched even beyond her mother. She found herself loving her clanmates so much, that she didn’t spare much love for herself. She gave her heart out easily, let herself trust everyone because she had no reason not to. Not yet, anyway. Her father eventually worked his way back to his kits as they grew a little older, and while he was still an almost ethereal presence to the siblings, he was somewhat more constant. However, there were cracks in the happy facade Briarkit couldn’t yet see, and they weren’t the happy family Briarkit believed.
Not a moment too soon, Briarkit blossomed into Briarpaw, standing proudly between her two siblings with her head held high and chest puffed out, quivering with excitement as her mentor was named. This tom she recieved as a teacher was a great warrior, and he was expected to train her well. However, rather than the nurturing or patient tutor she needed, her mentor was firm, impatient, and no-nonsense. He didn’t care about love or play, he just wanted to get her training overwith. She was a means to an end, and while at first she didn’t realise, just doubted and judging herself because she thought he simply hated her, always asking herself what she did wrong, she eventually realised this. But it didn’t change anything, it only made her question herself more. Was she not worthy? Fortunately, everywhere Briarpaw looked she had friends and family, friends of family and everything in between, all reminding her she was loved and she was worthy in their eyes. And while she did not grow a sense of self-importance, she allowed herself a confidence, and she allowed herself to continue her ways of loving all, even her hateful mentor who continued to foster doubt within her. Eventually, the cracks within their family grew too wide to cover, becoming crevices that, unfortunately, Embershade fell through. She and Flamestrike fought, a serious fight that, while including no pain or blood, was emotionally gruesome and left a hole in their family. A hole the size of Briarpaw’s father, who turned his back on them. But not before he caught Briarpaw listening to the fight, and took the time to remind her of ‘her place.’ Remind her that, despite what he’d led her to believe, she was nothing to him. Briarpaw learnt that day, along with her mother, not to give one’s heart so freely. And so, she vowed to keep her’s close. And while her mentor’s words still hurt her, and she still constantly judged and ridiculed herself and her choices or actions, she found they hurt a little less. Yet she never stopped loving. Her mother needed a win, a success, something to smile about.
Fortunately, training came to a dwindling end with all three siblings still close. They were not made warriors together, not all three, but following her brother who earned the name of Oakfang for his skill of fighting, Briarpaw became Briarsong, and her sister became Sorrelheart at her side. They were still together, and they would remain that way. Warriorhood saw better moments for Briarsong and her family. Friends were lost, but more were made in their place, love was given and earned, stories were told, and Embershade well recovered. Briarsong worked hard, doing her best for her clan, and found her hard work paying off in the form of an apprentice. Just a few moons later, Embershade had another litter of kits with a new tom, allowing herself to love again even as her daughter still closed off her heart. With her attention split between Willowpaw, her family, and her other duties, Briarsong found herself quite busy. However, when the death of the clan’s deputy arose to her earning the position, Briarsong accepted it with grace and determination despite her hesitancy, ready to do her best. Willowbreeze graduated to a warrior, much to Briarsong’s pride, and she vowed to stay close to the younger molly, even as she ascended not much later to her new station amongst the clan, yet another step higher than the ground she missed so much.
39 MOONS | LEADER | GORGECLAN | SHE-CAT | DEMISEXUAL
RED-ORANGE BRILLIANT
PERSONALITY ⚘
ღ What makes you, you? ღ
Determined, Fair, Level-Headed, Loving, Loyal, Protective, Respectful, Responsible, Supportive
✘ Negative traits
Absentminded, Cautious, Dishonest, Hesitant, Lonely, Passive, Reactive, Self-Deprecative, Stubbourn
Absentminded, Cautious, Dishonest, Hesitant, Lonely, Passive, Reactive, Self-Deprecative, Stubbourn
☮ Overall
Briarstar wasn’t a born leader, she was always one to let herself be pushed back, often the one who was pushing herself down more than others. However, she is underestimated, even by herself, for she has a strong and loving heart and would do anything for her clan. Within her clan, the first thing others may notice about Briarstar is her great compassion, her capacity to love each and every one of her clanmates even if she won’t let herself be loved. Like she is taking all the love she could have given herself, or perhaps a potential mate, and is instead spreading it evenly amongst her clanmates without hesitation. They are more important to her than anything, and she would protect them at all costs, do all she could think of for them, and then some. However, with her tendency for self-doubt, these clanmates she loves so much ground her, they are her rock to lean on and her anchor in a raging storm. She loves with them, laughs with them, grieves with them. Sure, she is seen and treated as higher than her clanmates, her rank giving her power and ultimately a ledge to stand on that separates her so vastly from them. Too vastly. Briarstar doesn’t see herself any better than her clanmates. To her, they are far more important, have way more meaning. She would sacrifice herself for the smallest kit or the oldest elder simply because it is the right thing to do, and because she does not feel at all that her life means any more than theirs. While signs of respect are gracefully accepted, Briarstar tries her best to make it known that she wishes to be seen as an equal, that she values their opinions and contributions so long as all is in the best interest of the clan.
Unfortunately, the separation of her rank causes Briarstar to not only be lonely, but admittedly absentminded. She tends to let her mind flutter off, leading her to be somewhat easily distracted and prone to tuning out. However, she does her best to listen to everything her clanmates say, admittedly taking much of it to heart even when she probably shouldn’t. Perhaps when harsh things are said, she ought to stand up for herself. However, while she would defend her clan to her last breath, when it comes to defending herself Briarstar is admittedly passive. Certain things of course will not fly, but insults she will take. It may seem to strangers that she takes everything in stride with grace and confidence, but in truth she takes these insults to heart and adds them to the pile f her own she often finds herself buried in, constantly adding to it as her mind flutters and weaves through happiness and negativity. She believes she is undeserving of love, and so she avoids it, hesitant in this area mostly. However, in truth her reason for avoiding love may be because she fears that a broken heart would crush her beyond repair. She feels so much more fragile than she truly is, and at times it scares her a little, even if she’d never admit it. She’d rather enter into a loveless mateship and become good friends with the face of her false love, there for each other eternally but making no promises of such, than she would risk her heart seeking close companionship in love.
When it comes to defending her clanmates and loved ones, be it against an inside threat, predators, or even the other clans, Briarstar can be alarmingly different. She is astonishingly protective and determined, as well as stubbourn, and when it comes to defending she can be surprisingly fierce, a different cat entirely. The sweet and passive side of her will melt away, and left behind may very well be a raging mother bear ready to defend what she sees as her cubs at all costs, refusing to back down and surrender unless she knows she has no other choice. She is not foolish, and she hardly takes unnecessary risks unless the only life at stake is her own, however she will still do her very best, and frighteningly so. Those that lose he trust she can become very cold to, shutting them out entirely, however Briarstar prefers not to hold grudges, preferring to seek a way to sort things out if there’s ever any chance. She would sooner forgive and forget than harbour any hate, however her disappointment and a quiet anger can certainly be known, and perhaps this may be scarier than a raging beast filled quite obviously to the brim with anger.
Briarstar wasn’t a born leader, she was always one to let herself be pushed back, often the one who was pushing herself down more than others. However, she is underestimated, even by herself, for she has a strong and loving heart and would do anything for her clan. Within her clan, the first thing others may notice about Briarstar is her great compassion, her capacity to love each and every one of her clanmates even if she won’t let herself be loved. Like she is taking all the love she could have given herself, or perhaps a potential mate, and is instead spreading it evenly amongst her clanmates without hesitation. They are more important to her than anything, and she would protect them at all costs, do all she could think of for them, and then some. However, with her tendency for self-doubt, these clanmates she loves so much ground her, they are her rock to lean on and her anchor in a raging storm. She loves with them, laughs with them, grieves with them. Sure, she is seen and treated as higher than her clanmates, her rank giving her power and ultimately a ledge to stand on that separates her so vastly from them. Too vastly. Briarstar doesn’t see herself any better than her clanmates. To her, they are far more important, have way more meaning. She would sacrifice herself for the smallest kit or the oldest elder simply because it is the right thing to do, and because she does not feel at all that her life means any more than theirs. While signs of respect are gracefully accepted, Briarstar tries her best to make it known that she wishes to be seen as an equal, that she values their opinions and contributions so long as all is in the best interest of the clan.
Unfortunately, the separation of her rank causes Briarstar to not only be lonely, but admittedly absentminded. She tends to let her mind flutter off, leading her to be somewhat easily distracted and prone to tuning out. However, she does her best to listen to everything her clanmates say, admittedly taking much of it to heart even when she probably shouldn’t. Perhaps when harsh things are said, she ought to stand up for herself. However, while she would defend her clan to her last breath, when it comes to defending herself Briarstar is admittedly passive. Certain things of course will not fly, but insults she will take. It may seem to strangers that she takes everything in stride with grace and confidence, but in truth she takes these insults to heart and adds them to the pile f her own she often finds herself buried in, constantly adding to it as her mind flutters and weaves through happiness and negativity. She believes she is undeserving of love, and so she avoids it, hesitant in this area mostly. However, in truth her reason for avoiding love may be because she fears that a broken heart would crush her beyond repair. She feels so much more fragile than she truly is, and at times it scares her a little, even if she’d never admit it. She’d rather enter into a loveless mateship and become good friends with the face of her false love, there for each other eternally but making no promises of such, than she would risk her heart seeking close companionship in love.
When it comes to defending her clanmates and loved ones, be it against an inside threat, predators, or even the other clans, Briarstar can be alarmingly different. She is astonishingly protective and determined, as well as stubbourn, and when it comes to defending she can be surprisingly fierce, a different cat entirely. The sweet and passive side of her will melt away, and left behind may very well be a raging mother bear ready to defend what she sees as her cubs at all costs, refusing to back down and surrender unless she knows she has no other choice. She is not foolish, and she hardly takes unnecessary risks unless the only life at stake is her own, however she will still do her very best, and frighteningly so. Those that lose he trust she can become very cold to, shutting them out entirely, however Briarstar prefers not to hold grudges, preferring to seek a way to sort things out if there’s ever any chance. She would sooner forgive and forget than harbour any hate, however her disappointment and a quiet anger can certainly be known, and perhaps this may be scarier than a raging beast filled quite obviously to the brim with anger.
HISTORY ⌛
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Sister to Oakfang & Sorrelheart & Stormpaw & Thistlepaw
Former Mentor to Willowbreeze
Briarkit was born alongside her brother Oak-kit and her sister Sorrelkit to a loving mother names Embershade and a distant father named Flamestrike, both loyal Gorgeclan warriors that were well respected and skilled in their own areas of expertise. Without much interaction with her father, who visited briefly and sparingly at best, Briarkit instead grew close with her mother and siblings, who were supportive and loving toward each other, always ready to help each other out no matter what. Embershade taught her children early on to always put their clan first and to give love willingly to their clanmates, and Briarkit took this advice in hand with readiness that stretched even beyond her mother. She found herself loving her clanmates so much, that she didn’t spare much love for herself. She gave her heart out easily, let herself trust everyone because she had no reason not to. Not yet, anyway. Her father eventually worked his way back to his kits as they grew a little older, and while he was still an almost ethereal presence to the siblings, he was somewhat more constant. However, there were cracks in the happy facade Briarkit couldn’t yet see, and they weren’t the happy family Briarkit believed.
Not a moment too soon, Briarkit blossomed into Briarpaw, standing proudly between her two siblings with her head held high and chest puffed out, quivering with excitement as her mentor was named. This tom she recieved as a teacher was a great warrior, and he was expected to train her well. However, rather than the nurturing or patient tutor she needed, her mentor was firm, impatient, and no-nonsense. He didn’t care about love or play, he just wanted to get her training overwith. She was a means to an end, and while at first she didn’t realise, just doubted and judging herself because she thought he simply hated her, always asking herself what she did wrong, she eventually realised this. But it didn’t change anything, it only made her question herself more. Was she not worthy? Fortunately, everywhere Briarpaw looked she had friends and family, friends of family and everything in between, all reminding her she was loved and she was worthy in their eyes. And while she did not grow a sense of self-importance, she allowed herself a confidence, and she allowed herself to continue her ways of loving all, even her hateful mentor who continued to foster doubt within her. Eventually, the cracks within their family grew too wide to cover, becoming crevices that, unfortunately, Embershade fell through. She and Flamestrike fought, a serious fight that, while including no pain or blood, was emotionally gruesome and left a hole in their family. A hole the size of Briarpaw’s father, who turned his back on them. But not before he caught Briarpaw listening to the fight, and took the time to remind her of ‘her place.’ Remind her that, despite what he’d led her to believe, she was nothing to him. Briarpaw learnt that day, along with her mother, not to give one’s heart so freely. And so, she vowed to keep her’s close. And while her mentor’s words still hurt her, and she still constantly judged and ridiculed herself and her choices or actions, she found they hurt a little less. Yet she never stopped loving. Her mother needed a win, a success, something to smile about.
Fortunately, training came to a dwindling end with all three siblings still close. They were not made warriors together, not all three, but following her brother who earned the name of Oakfang for his skill of fighting, Briarpaw became Briarsong, and her sister became Sorrelheart at her side. They were still together, and they would remain that way. Warriorhood saw better moments for Briarsong and her family. Friends were lost, but more were made in their place, love was given and earned, stories were told, and Embershade well recovered. Briarsong worked hard, doing her best for her clan, and found her hard work paying off in the form of an apprentice. Just a few moons later, Embershade had another litter of kits with a new tom, allowing herself to love again even as her daughter still closed off her heart. With her attention split between Willowpaw, her family, and her other duties, Briarsong found herself quite busy. However, when the death of the clan’s deputy arose to her earning the position, Briarsong accepted it with grace and determination despite her hesitancy, ready to do her best. Willowbreeze graduated to a warrior, much to Briarsong’s pride, and she vowed to stay close to the younger molly, even as she ascended not much later to her new station amongst the clan, yet another step higher than the ground she missed so much.
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