Post by |Morn| on Jul 3, 2015 21:31:41 GMT -5
Brightstar - IceClan Leader
Age:
28 Moons
Gender:
She-cat
Rank:
Leader
Former Mentor:
X
Family Tree:
Whitesong + Eaglewing || Iceheart +Windfoot
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Rockbelly + Heatherfur
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Brightclaw/Brightstar
Rockbelly + Heatherfur
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Brightclaw/Brightstar
Description:
A pale tan lynx-point bengal cat with sharp blue eyes and thick, fluffy fur. She is well-built and large, like most IceClan cats, and keeps her long fur neat and clean. Her paws, tail, and face are slightly darker than the rest of her and she is very graceful. She typically holds her head high and looks down on cats who speak to her, a habit she developed from her prideful mother.
Personality:
She is fiercely loyal and can be provoking. Sharp-tongued, somewhat quick to conclusions, but quick-witted and acute. She has a subdued conceitedness and vanity, but is very prideful and somewhat boisterous. She is secretive around other Clans and tends to keep an abstruse personality around other leaders even though she enjoys being social.
Strengths:
Cunning
Persuasive
Energetic
Confident
Loyal
Weaknesses:
Conceited/Vain
Loud/Talkative at Times
Quick to Judge
Naive
Slightly Hostile
Loud/Talkative at Times
Quick to Judge
Naive
Slightly Hostile
History:
It was a tragic time. Every day seemed gloomy, and it was the dead middle of leaf-bare. The Clans were at war, placing attacks on each other and showing no mercy due to their own grudges. In this darkness, however, light was shed. New litters were prized and greatly admired, for they helped the Clan grow in a time of death and destruction. They were a breath of fresh air in the days where every cat felt restricted. And in this time, among all of the hate and fighting, love sparked, and a litter was born. Three kits, two she-kits and a tom, were birthed to Heatherfur and Rockbelly.
***
Brightkit:
"No, I'm sorry, I believe StarClan has claimed them all," a gentle voice cooed, and the tiny kit lifted her ears ever so slightly. "It is leaf-bare, their chances were slim. With underdeveloped pelts and this cold?" The cat now sighed, and a quiet wail escaped from the larger cat, holding all three kits close.
"All of them?" She muttered, her voice tinted with despair. "Every single one?"
"What's the update?" A tom's voice echoed across the den walls, and he stopped abruptly. "Is something wrong, Heatherfur?"
"They are..." she choked, not continuing. The tom, Rockbelly, seemed to get it without her having to continue. He pressed his nose to her, then to each kit. He stopped on one small she-kit, whose fur mimicked her mother's.
"Are you sure?" He meowed strongly, nudging the kit with his paw. "This one is warm, and I believe it's moving. Am I mad?" He backed up so the medicine-cat could examine, stress wafting from his pelt.
"She's alive, but not very much," the medicine-cat corrected herself, plucking the kit from her mother's side. "I'm going to warm her up a bit more, then give her back to you. Feed her and make sure you never leave her alone." She began to vigorously rub at the kit's pelt until she squealed, squirming underneath her paws. She was placed back with her mother, and the she-cat pulled her close, beginning to groom the she-kit's pelt.
"She is a bright light in a dull time," Rockbelly purred, and even the proud Heatherfur couldn't contain her joy.
"Therefore she will be named Brightkit." Heatherfur meowed, and Rockbelly gave a simple nod. And so Brightkit she was.
***
Brightpaw:
"Come on!" The she-cat with graceful long legs and large, round eyes called back, bounding past the few trees that were scattered about. "You're as slow as a badger!"
"But I could beat you in a fight any day!" The apprentice, a large tom, retorted, trailing after her. "Slow down before you get lost or cross a border!"
"Ugh, kittypet!" She giggled, skidding to a halt, all four paws squared under her. The tom, Cloudpaw, took too long to react, crashing into her. They tumbled about, and she got back to her paws soon, shaking out her light pelt.
"My fur!" He whined, beginning to groom his fluffy, stone gray pelt. "Oh, now see what you've done?"
"Hey, you could've stayed in camp." She pricked her ears toward him, a soft purr rumbling in her throat.
"Well, we aren't even supposed to be out of camp," he hissed back, though a teasing tone hinted in his voice. "And yet here we both are."
"Yeah," Brightpaw breathed dreamily, looking around. "Is that the StormClan border?" She padded toward the scent line, taking in the pungent smell. "Definitely StormClan," she coughed, looking to the other apprentice with shining eyes. "I can't believe it... we're out of camp. We're at the border!"
"I've already been here before," he shrugged, studying her. "But it's always nice to be out."
"Heatherfur doesn't let me leave camp," Brightpaw screwed up her face, mocking her mother's strong, deeper voice. "No, Brightpaw, it's mu-uch too dangerous, you'll get killed out there! It's so cold!" She laughed alongside Cloudpaw, walking with her head and tail up as her mother did.
"IceClan apprentices?" They both nearly jumped out of their fur, whipping around to face the border. "It's a bit late for you to be out." Brightpaw narrowed her eyes, giving a stony glare, while Cloudpaw began to back away.
"We were just leaving," he said, shouldering the proud she-cat lightly.
"Actually, I was checking to see if you had crossed the border," Brightpaw lifted her head, her eyes flickering down on the StormClan warrior. IceClan was the only Clan that rivaled them in size, however the other Clan was much more aggressive. "Your stench is everywhere."
"Stench?" The StormClan warrior curled her lip, fur rising. "I suggest you turn around and go back to where you came from, before I teach you a lesson your mentors didn't."
"Come on, Brightpaw," the other apprentice hit her with his paw. "Let's just go."
"Just because our mentors teach us not to kill in a silly border skirmish doesn't mean they don't teach us the important things." Her gaze turned icy, and she dug her claws into the earth.
"Oh, get over it. Cats are killed left and right in these times, it's something you'll grow to become used to." The warrior lashed her tail, turning and heading back to camp.
"How... how absolutely mousebrained!" Brightpaw snarled, lashing out at a patch of frosty grass. "What makes her think she can treat me that way?"
"Just calm down, let's head back to camp." Cloudpaw tried to soothe her, but she continued to ramble on about her hatred for StormClan.
"What kind of pieces of foxdung just kill warriors over a border patrol argument? Great StarClan, I despise them!" She flattened her ears and looked at him, her eyes now pools of grief. "My own father... killed by the claws of one of those things!"
"Just take a deep breath, okay? It'll be alright, these battles will be over soon." He touched her lightly with his tail as they made their way back, and she closed her eyes, calming herself.
"What would I do without you, Cloudpaw." She purred, pressing against him for the rest of the trip.
***
Brightclaw:
Snow fluttered down gently, packing around the warrior's paws as she sat outside of the camp next to her apprentice, Frostpaw. They had been issued the assignment to watch over the camp as a good portion of the Clan went on a border patrol. "I'm freezing my paws off out here!" Frostpaw grumbled, lashing his tail. "If I don't get to move here soon, I'm going to die!"
"You sound like an elder," Brightclaw purred, lashing him with her tail teasingly. "It shouldn't be much longer. I'll take you battle training after."
"Oh, we finally don't have to go hunting for once?" He said jokingly, staring out into the frost-covered territory, trees scattered about. The snow dappled their pelts, and the cold water seeping in sent a shiver even through Brightclaw, who had the thickest pelt.
"Well, if it weren't leaf-bare, we wouldn't have to-"
"Help!" Whitefish came scrabbling toward them, halting and not even taking a heartbeat to catch her breath. "StormClan, the border... it's a skirmish, a bad one!" Brightclaw glanced over at Frostpaw, which was a part of their seemingly unspoken language, to tell him to stay put, and bounded off with the other warrior.
"Are any dead?" She panted, the coldness of the air constricting her lungs. Her breath poured out as a silvery cloud, and her paws tossed up snow and loose pine needles as she ran.
"Not yet, but by the time we get back there might be!" Whitefish explained. Surely enough, when they finally made it back, the skirmish was over, and StormClan had parted. The patrol huddled around one figure, and Brightclaw held her head high. Obviously one cat was seriously injured or dead, and she had to be the strongest. Lately their current leader had been acting a bit odd.She pushed through the Clan to see the figure, but as soon as she laid eyes on the cat her legs went weak. Cloudfur.
"No," she hissed under her breath, everything seeming to fade into a bright haze. "It's not true... it can't be true!" Her voice was raised now, and she backed away slowly. Her heart thudded against her chest, partially from the running and partially from the shock, and she felt as if she would collapse.
"Brightclaw," Otterpelt stood next to her, trying to meet her eyes, but she kept turning away. "I'm so sorry." The she-cat pulled herself together, sucking in her breath and puffing out her chest.
"Sorry for what?" She said sharply, motioning to Whitefish and Otterpelt. "Take him back to camp. Let's set vigil before we all freeze our tails off." She turned, already marching back to camp. A hatred spread through her heart at the simple scent of StormClan, and she seethed silently. Her father, her closest friend. What next? She would get her revenge eventually, she would never forget.
***
Brightstar:
The dawn light seeped over the mountains in the distance, spilling its hazy, rosy-golden light across the camp. Brightstar sat on the Highrock, her eyes flickering at each cat as they began to pour from the dens. It was her first day as leader, and she wouldn't let her Clan down. She had chosen her former apprentice, Frostfang, as deputy. It weighed heavy on her mind; had she chosen him simply for her bond to him? She shook it off, knowing she'd made the right decision somehow. He'd improved greatly since he was an apprentice, although he had his moments.
She leaped from the rock, her fur rippling in the gentle breeze, and made her way to the fresh-kill pile, picking a thin bird after she made sure the queens had prey. They had no elders to feed, the winter had been too harsh. She allowed her mind to wander again as she ate, savoring the flavor with every bite since she knew this might be her only meal for that day, and sighed. How had it gotten like this? She couldn't even remember why all the Clans were at war, and she wondered exactly why they hadn't extended their territory to take up where DuskClan and CloudClan had been so many moons ago. They were only tales now, while IceClan was trapped in these mountains, scavenging for scarce prey every leaf-bare. She would bring it up at the Gathering. Her pale blue eyes now stared at nothing in particular, and she found herself licking at her whiskers - a habit she had when she was deep in thought. What kind of arguments would that bring? The Clans were tense enough already. "Brightstar," a voice called to her, distant sounding. "Brightstar!" She snapped out of her trance, looking up at Frostfang. "It's time for dawn patrol."
"Sorry," she said, getting to her paws and picking up the remains of her meal. "Let me go make sure none of the queens want this, then I'll be right with you."
It felt like it only took a heartbeat to get to the StormClan border. She swore they were pushing it back. She shook her head, knowing it was probably just her. She seemed to always be searching for a reason to go into battle with them. She craned her neck before allowing her patrol to move closer, searching for any StormClan cats or a sound, and then moved closer. When would they be able to live in peace? She was told stories by Heatherfur, that in times even before her mother, they would chat at the borders, and update one another. Now Brightstar was in constant stress they would be attacked and lose even more warriors - something they couldn't afford. She was tired of living in agony, but yet she still put on a brave face and pushed through. That was what leaders did after all, right? They led.
***
Brightkit:
"No, I'm sorry, I believe StarClan has claimed them all," a gentle voice cooed, and the tiny kit lifted her ears ever so slightly. "It is leaf-bare, their chances were slim. With underdeveloped pelts and this cold?" The cat now sighed, and a quiet wail escaped from the larger cat, holding all three kits close.
"All of them?" She muttered, her voice tinted with despair. "Every single one?"
"What's the update?" A tom's voice echoed across the den walls, and he stopped abruptly. "Is something wrong, Heatherfur?"
"They are..." she choked, not continuing. The tom, Rockbelly, seemed to get it without her having to continue. He pressed his nose to her, then to each kit. He stopped on one small she-kit, whose fur mimicked her mother's.
"Are you sure?" He meowed strongly, nudging the kit with his paw. "This one is warm, and I believe it's moving. Am I mad?" He backed up so the medicine-cat could examine, stress wafting from his pelt.
"She's alive, but not very much," the medicine-cat corrected herself, plucking the kit from her mother's side. "I'm going to warm her up a bit more, then give her back to you. Feed her and make sure you never leave her alone." She began to vigorously rub at the kit's pelt until she squealed, squirming underneath her paws. She was placed back with her mother, and the she-cat pulled her close, beginning to groom the she-kit's pelt.
"She is a bright light in a dull time," Rockbelly purred, and even the proud Heatherfur couldn't contain her joy.
"Therefore she will be named Brightkit." Heatherfur meowed, and Rockbelly gave a simple nod. And so Brightkit she was.
***
Brightpaw:
"Come on!" The she-cat with graceful long legs and large, round eyes called back, bounding past the few trees that were scattered about. "You're as slow as a badger!"
"But I could beat you in a fight any day!" The apprentice, a large tom, retorted, trailing after her. "Slow down before you get lost or cross a border!"
"Ugh, kittypet!" She giggled, skidding to a halt, all four paws squared under her. The tom, Cloudpaw, took too long to react, crashing into her. They tumbled about, and she got back to her paws soon, shaking out her light pelt.
"My fur!" He whined, beginning to groom his fluffy, stone gray pelt. "Oh, now see what you've done?"
"Hey, you could've stayed in camp." She pricked her ears toward him, a soft purr rumbling in her throat.
"Well, we aren't even supposed to be out of camp," he hissed back, though a teasing tone hinted in his voice. "And yet here we both are."
"Yeah," Brightpaw breathed dreamily, looking around. "Is that the StormClan border?" She padded toward the scent line, taking in the pungent smell. "Definitely StormClan," she coughed, looking to the other apprentice with shining eyes. "I can't believe it... we're out of camp. We're at the border!"
"I've already been here before," he shrugged, studying her. "But it's always nice to be out."
"Heatherfur doesn't let me leave camp," Brightpaw screwed up her face, mocking her mother's strong, deeper voice. "No, Brightpaw, it's mu-uch too dangerous, you'll get killed out there! It's so cold!" She laughed alongside Cloudpaw, walking with her head and tail up as her mother did.
"IceClan apprentices?" They both nearly jumped out of their fur, whipping around to face the border. "It's a bit late for you to be out." Brightpaw narrowed her eyes, giving a stony glare, while Cloudpaw began to back away.
"We were just leaving," he said, shouldering the proud she-cat lightly.
"Actually, I was checking to see if you had crossed the border," Brightpaw lifted her head, her eyes flickering down on the StormClan warrior. IceClan was the only Clan that rivaled them in size, however the other Clan was much more aggressive. "Your stench is everywhere."
"Stench?" The StormClan warrior curled her lip, fur rising. "I suggest you turn around and go back to where you came from, before I teach you a lesson your mentors didn't."
"Come on, Brightpaw," the other apprentice hit her with his paw. "Let's just go."
"Just because our mentors teach us not to kill in a silly border skirmish doesn't mean they don't teach us the important things." Her gaze turned icy, and she dug her claws into the earth.
"Oh, get over it. Cats are killed left and right in these times, it's something you'll grow to become used to." The warrior lashed her tail, turning and heading back to camp.
"How... how absolutely mousebrained!" Brightpaw snarled, lashing out at a patch of frosty grass. "What makes her think she can treat me that way?"
"Just calm down, let's head back to camp." Cloudpaw tried to soothe her, but she continued to ramble on about her hatred for StormClan.
"What kind of pieces of foxdung just kill warriors over a border patrol argument? Great StarClan, I despise them!" She flattened her ears and looked at him, her eyes now pools of grief. "My own father... killed by the claws of one of those things!"
"Just take a deep breath, okay? It'll be alright, these battles will be over soon." He touched her lightly with his tail as they made their way back, and she closed her eyes, calming herself.
"What would I do without you, Cloudpaw." She purred, pressing against him for the rest of the trip.
***
Brightclaw:
Snow fluttered down gently, packing around the warrior's paws as she sat outside of the camp next to her apprentice, Frostpaw. They had been issued the assignment to watch over the camp as a good portion of the Clan went on a border patrol. "I'm freezing my paws off out here!" Frostpaw grumbled, lashing his tail. "If I don't get to move here soon, I'm going to die!"
"You sound like an elder," Brightclaw purred, lashing him with her tail teasingly. "It shouldn't be much longer. I'll take you battle training after."
"Oh, we finally don't have to go hunting for once?" He said jokingly, staring out into the frost-covered territory, trees scattered about. The snow dappled their pelts, and the cold water seeping in sent a shiver even through Brightclaw, who had the thickest pelt.
"Well, if it weren't leaf-bare, we wouldn't have to-"
"Help!" Whitefish came scrabbling toward them, halting and not even taking a heartbeat to catch her breath. "StormClan, the border... it's a skirmish, a bad one!" Brightclaw glanced over at Frostpaw, which was a part of their seemingly unspoken language, to tell him to stay put, and bounded off with the other warrior.
"Are any dead?" She panted, the coldness of the air constricting her lungs. Her breath poured out as a silvery cloud, and her paws tossed up snow and loose pine needles as she ran.
"Not yet, but by the time we get back there might be!" Whitefish explained. Surely enough, when they finally made it back, the skirmish was over, and StormClan had parted. The patrol huddled around one figure, and Brightclaw held her head high. Obviously one cat was seriously injured or dead, and she had to be the strongest. Lately their current leader had been acting a bit odd.She pushed through the Clan to see the figure, but as soon as she laid eyes on the cat her legs went weak. Cloudfur.
"No," she hissed under her breath, everything seeming to fade into a bright haze. "It's not true... it can't be true!" Her voice was raised now, and she backed away slowly. Her heart thudded against her chest, partially from the running and partially from the shock, and she felt as if she would collapse.
"Brightclaw," Otterpelt stood next to her, trying to meet her eyes, but she kept turning away. "I'm so sorry." The she-cat pulled herself together, sucking in her breath and puffing out her chest.
"Sorry for what?" She said sharply, motioning to Whitefish and Otterpelt. "Take him back to camp. Let's set vigil before we all freeze our tails off." She turned, already marching back to camp. A hatred spread through her heart at the simple scent of StormClan, and she seethed silently. Her father, her closest friend. What next? She would get her revenge eventually, she would never forget.
***
Brightstar:
The dawn light seeped over the mountains in the distance, spilling its hazy, rosy-golden light across the camp. Brightstar sat on the Highrock, her eyes flickering at each cat as they began to pour from the dens. It was her first day as leader, and she wouldn't let her Clan down. She had chosen her former apprentice, Frostfang, as deputy. It weighed heavy on her mind; had she chosen him simply for her bond to him? She shook it off, knowing she'd made the right decision somehow. He'd improved greatly since he was an apprentice, although he had his moments.
She leaped from the rock, her fur rippling in the gentle breeze, and made her way to the fresh-kill pile, picking a thin bird after she made sure the queens had prey. They had no elders to feed, the winter had been too harsh. She allowed her mind to wander again as she ate, savoring the flavor with every bite since she knew this might be her only meal for that day, and sighed. How had it gotten like this? She couldn't even remember why all the Clans were at war, and she wondered exactly why they hadn't extended their territory to take up where DuskClan and CloudClan had been so many moons ago. They were only tales now, while IceClan was trapped in these mountains, scavenging for scarce prey every leaf-bare. She would bring it up at the Gathering. Her pale blue eyes now stared at nothing in particular, and she found herself licking at her whiskers - a habit she had when she was deep in thought. What kind of arguments would that bring? The Clans were tense enough already. "Brightstar," a voice called to her, distant sounding. "Brightstar!" She snapped out of her trance, looking up at Frostfang. "It's time for dawn patrol."
"Sorry," she said, getting to her paws and picking up the remains of her meal. "Let me go make sure none of the queens want this, then I'll be right with you."
It felt like it only took a heartbeat to get to the StormClan border. She swore they were pushing it back. She shook her head, knowing it was probably just her. She seemed to always be searching for a reason to go into battle with them. She craned her neck before allowing her patrol to move closer, searching for any StormClan cats or a sound, and then moved closer. When would they be able to live in peace? She was told stories by Heatherfur, that in times even before her mother, they would chat at the borders, and update one another. Now Brightstar was in constant stress they would be attacked and lose even more warriors - something they couldn't afford. She was tired of living in agony, but yet she still put on a brave face and pushed through. That was what leaders did after all, right? They led.