Post by starsweeper on Sept 9, 2014 1:51:24 GMT
Briarclaw;;
Age: 28 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Ashclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Briarclaw can be described with a single word: massive. Cats may not know or use numerical measurements, but Briarclaw easily pushes twenty pounds. Everything about the molly is large and stocky, from her well-furred paws, to her broad shoulders, to her imposing ruff of fur. Her fur is coarse and fluffy, with a thick undercoat, and sheds like the dickens in new-leaf. The pattern is a deep brown and black, classic tabby, with lighter cream along her chin, neck, and chest. For her large size, she is well-proportioned. Her face is somewhat triangular, but appears much rounder due to her thick fur. She has medium-sized, furry ears, and deep-set, rounded, light olive eyes. Briarclaw's hooded eyelids and natural grimace give her the rare quality of looking perpetually annoyed, but it all lies in how her face is structured. She walks with a firm, but quiet, step.
Personality: Briarclaw is a gentle giant. She is mellow and sweet, and especially nurturing to cats of apprentice age-- she finds extremely young kits a bit terrifying, as she's always afraid she'll crush one. While not immediately a friend to all, she is calm and kind in dealing with all cats, regardless of Clan or ranking. Briarclaw is reserved and keeps to herself, and can often be found hunting or sleeping alone. She is slow to trust, but fiercely protective of those whom she considers her family. Briarclaw is a terrific fighter; while she is not terribly agile and woefully inflexible, she has sheer strength and size on her side, and her bite in particular is deadly. She has taken the life of a cat before, and while she believes it was her duty to protect the Clan in battle, she sometimes ruminates about her actions. She believes in Starclan, though she is not one to talk about her beliefs with anyone but her dearest friends. Briarclaw is attracted to both toms and mollies, though no one has caught her eye yet.
History: Briarclaw and her two brothers, now Alderfur and Otterfang, were born to a young mother who looked remarkably like Briarclaw does now. This was Yewpelt's first, and only litter. She died of blood loss soon after birth; all three kittens were huge, and the birth was long and difficult. The trio was taken in and raised by Goosepelt, a kindly queen with five kits of her own. The blended family grew happily; the sickliest of Goosepelt's litter died at a few weeks old, but the remaining seven kits remained very close to each other. Briarclaw, as a kit, had a tendency to be petulant and needy, and as she grew she often had fits of anger where she went off into the woods and shredded every tree she could see. At six moons, Briarclaw was apprenticed to a strict but fair warrior tom who taught her to rein in her emotions, and put her strength to good use. She discovered her natural affinity for combat, and was so given the -claw suffix at sixteen moons. Over the years, Briarclaw's family has either dispersed to other clans, died, or in the case of Alderfur, become a loner. She misses her family, but quietly contemplates starting one of her own soon.
* The pictures used in this post were taken by me, and are of a wonderful rescue cat named Rockette *
Age: 28 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Ashclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Briarclaw can be described with a single word: massive. Cats may not know or use numerical measurements, but Briarclaw easily pushes twenty pounds. Everything about the molly is large and stocky, from her well-furred paws, to her broad shoulders, to her imposing ruff of fur. Her fur is coarse and fluffy, with a thick undercoat, and sheds like the dickens in new-leaf. The pattern is a deep brown and black, classic tabby, with lighter cream along her chin, neck, and chest. For her large size, she is well-proportioned. Her face is somewhat triangular, but appears much rounder due to her thick fur. She has medium-sized, furry ears, and deep-set, rounded, light olive eyes. Briarclaw's hooded eyelids and natural grimace give her the rare quality of looking perpetually annoyed, but it all lies in how her face is structured. She walks with a firm, but quiet, step.
Personality: Briarclaw is a gentle giant. She is mellow and sweet, and especially nurturing to cats of apprentice age-- she finds extremely young kits a bit terrifying, as she's always afraid she'll crush one. While not immediately a friend to all, she is calm and kind in dealing with all cats, regardless of Clan or ranking. Briarclaw is reserved and keeps to herself, and can often be found hunting or sleeping alone. She is slow to trust, but fiercely protective of those whom she considers her family. Briarclaw is a terrific fighter; while she is not terribly agile and woefully inflexible, she has sheer strength and size on her side, and her bite in particular is deadly. She has taken the life of a cat before, and while she believes it was her duty to protect the Clan in battle, she sometimes ruminates about her actions. She believes in Starclan, though she is not one to talk about her beliefs with anyone but her dearest friends. Briarclaw is attracted to both toms and mollies, though no one has caught her eye yet.
History: Briarclaw and her two brothers, now Alderfur and Otterfang, were born to a young mother who looked remarkably like Briarclaw does now. This was Yewpelt's first, and only litter. She died of blood loss soon after birth; all three kittens were huge, and the birth was long and difficult. The trio was taken in and raised by Goosepelt, a kindly queen with five kits of her own. The blended family grew happily; the sickliest of Goosepelt's litter died at a few weeks old, but the remaining seven kits remained very close to each other. Briarclaw, as a kit, had a tendency to be petulant and needy, and as she grew she often had fits of anger where she went off into the woods and shredded every tree she could see. At six moons, Briarclaw was apprenticed to a strict but fair warrior tom who taught her to rein in her emotions, and put her strength to good use. She discovered her natural affinity for combat, and was so given the -claw suffix at sixteen moons. Over the years, Briarclaw's family has either dispersed to other clans, died, or in the case of Alderfur, become a loner. She misses her family, but quietly contemplates starting one of her own soon.
* The pictures used in this post were taken by me, and are of a wonderful rescue cat named Rockette *
