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Brightkit of DarkClan
« Thread Started on Mar 2, 2008, 10:26pm »

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Name~Brightkit(claw)
Age~just 6 moons old
Gender~tom
Clan~DarkClan
Rank~Leader
Apprearance~
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Personality~
Power...

Brightpaw is a good leader. He didn't really chose to be the leader of DarkClan, but he really had no choice. He was the Clan's choice.
He stepped right up to the challange. Cats follow him, because he is easy to listen to, and understands them. They feel a charismatic pull towards him, and respect the bejeezus out of him.

Wisdom...

Brightpaw is a smart little guy. He watches and listens, paying attention to event he littlest things. An advantage is always to be found.
Brightpaw never does things halfway. He knows that a good leader always looks after his Clan, and so he always goes into things with a back up plan, and a fall out for the back up plan.
"Be Prepared" seems to be his mantra.

Love...

Brightpaw has a sensitive side, too. He is rather protective of she-cats. It's not that they can't look after themselves; it's just the way he's wired.
Elders are a touchy point with him. He loves them to death; they are wise from age, and have seen things he never will. Be careful what you say about elders around him.
Brightpaw loves his Clan. He loves the cats, the camp, the name, and all of the plants and animals that keep it alive. He loves the territory, and would never leave it for another.

Fury...

Brightpaw has a temper. It sort of revolves around elders, she-cats, and his parentage. It can be fast and furious, wickedly scary, or it can be cold and creeping, smothering in the ashes, burning coldly, with frigid clarity. Scary in it's way, too.

History~Brightpaw was born to a DarkClan she-cat, Frostfire. His mother was very young. His father was a rouge, by the name of The Bloodletter. Bloodthirsty tom-cat, and yet suave and charming. He had wanted Frostfire, and had gotten her.
Brightpaw's litter was a litter of two, and his sister was Yellowpaw.
Brightpaw had an easy kithood. His mother doted on he an his sibling, and no one knew who the father was, and who he wasn't. Life was good.
Brightpaw and his sister had always been a bit different. They looked a little different from all of the others, and talked just a little differently, but no one really cared. It was a kitten thing, they asumed.
Brightpaw and Yellowpaw were bigger than all of their nursery mates, even than those older than them, and playing was a thing to be careful of. Their strength always had to be held back.
When they appeared in this world along with their Clanmates, although they were sad, they saw this as an oppourtunity. However, the kits and apprentices were in need of a leader, and Brightpaw was sort of the natural choice.
Brightpaw sort of became the leader of the Clan.

RP example~
Brindleheart nodded and said,"Good." She padded over to the mouse bile and pulled out a bile-soaked piece of moss.
"Here you go. Bathe yourself comepletely with the bile." Brindleheart glanced up. "Better yet, have someone bathe you. Coalfur, bathe Boneflower. And vice versa. And please, go out in to the woods. Bile stinks."
She dismissed the two new warriors and said, "Next!", watching as they padded out.

Will you advertise?~
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« Last Edit: Mar 4, 2008, 9:09pm by walkerm »

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