this is the owner of the picture. the only claim i put is cutting it down to not stretch your board. it is also the picture i am using in my siggy!Name: BRAMBLEPAW.
he was named for the obvious of reasons. his bramble brown fur is only a hint darker then the actually brambles, when they are at their full of life. his dark stripes are like dark veins running in him, and so, if i might ask, that his warrior name be bramblestripe or brambleshadow.
Age: 7 MOONS
Gender: MALE
Breed: i do not know. sorry.
Clan: ROCKCLAN
Rank: APPRENTICE
Eye color: PALE BLUE. his eyes are such a pale blue that they appear a greenish-grey when looked into, but i assure you that they are blue. sometimes when a cat enters the sunlight, their eyes shine brighter or look different slightly, or when they are in the moonlight their eyes appear silver or something. in fact it's not true in bramblepaw's case, his eyes stay the same pale blue, looking like a greenish-grey. they always have a bored tune to it.
Pelt color: DARK BROWN TABBY. his pelt is that of the color brown. it has darker, near black, dark brown stripes that line his paws, back, and tail. He even has dark black fur on his ears that huff up on the top. the only white on his body is on his muzzle. a cream like color is shown around his eyes, high-lighting them. his fur is longer then normal and it makes him hotter in the summer. while nice and warm during the winter. he tends to shed too.
Markings: TABBY STRIPES. the only know fur markings are his well known dark brown tabby stripes. although he does have a few scratches from play fighting as a kit, or even so much as running into rocks and brushes. he isn't the most careful cat, and for that he always has scars as markings under his fur. the most notice-able scar in over his left eye where he ran head first into a rock.
Height: 10 inches.
Weight: 18 lbs
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Likes: thunderstorms, adventure, kits, fighting, hunting, rockclan
Dislikes: heat waves, being locked up, elders, death, lots of blood, sunclan
Full Personality:Bramblepaw is an odd character in deed. He loves to walk around in the pouring rain, and he even loves to have fan-girlish moments when the thunder storms are the strongest. It's always an enjoyment to go out of your way to be different. That is why he is so different from his family and others, he likes to be different, to be out there, to be the right done fool he knowns he is. In fact, he likes to even fight with the elders just to prove, that even though they are older and wiser, they are just useless pieces of fur. Yes he has a harsh outlook. But one can not blame Bramblepaw for not believing in this so called Starclan. He feels they are useless and with a bunch of cats looking up to them is like tell the world to come and screw them over. They would all go mental trying to be faithful to the stupid dead cats.
But to those of you who are close friends with the starless believer, you will realize that despite his hot-head temper, sarcastic remarks, and yet gentle touch, that he is all good way deep down. He may never make it to the ranks of Starclan for he never believed in them, but he would die a good cat and go to a heaven all his own. But he is much more, then those things listed above. He is passionate, loving and a hell of a charmer. he do about anything to get and keep the one he loves, even go as far as making said she-cat's pre-love life fall to pieces. He's got a sly smirk on him most of the time, but his eyes, his eyes are looking the demon in the face. He is always, ALWAYS trying to look for the ideal way out. There are always two faces to a person, with this cat, he is no different. He will do anything to win a fight, to win the she-cat, to win the hunt.
Birth Day: leafbare-newleaf
Birth Clan: rockclan
Family: my family is a hard thing to talk about. i mean my father is dead, my mother is a bit on the loony side, my sister is a bit crazy herself. i guess i'm the only one that turned out
normal!BRACKENTOOTH, is my father, he was a kind and gentle soul, with a harsh tongue at times. he loved me tenderly, and although i will never be the son he wanted, i will always be his son. let let this stupid thing called starclan gently carry him to a life far from harsh clan tales.
FEATHERSHADOW, is my mother, she was a bit harsh like father, but she was gentle to me and my sister. but she was always a bit loony. she usually let us run around and when i ran head first into the rock, she started to be the panic freak. she always tried to control us. i still love her, even if she is in the elders den.
TIGERPAW, she is my lovable sister, and guess what, she is a little insane, but that's just her. i love her with all my heart, but the strange fact is, she is ginger and neither my mother or father or their grandparents and parents have ginger pelts.
History: Brackentooth and Feathershadow were two Rockclan warriors. Although the fact that one was harsh and mean and the other was slightly going crazy, they were the perfect couple. They have even been apprentices, kits together. It was destiny from the moment they became best friends. But the story does not lie with the relationship these two cats had, in fact it lies with their children, namely, their son, Bramblepaw.
MY KITS, MY KITS, THEY ARE JUST KITS.Bramblekit and Tigerkit were born only a few moments apart, and despite the fact that they appeared to only be two in the litter there was in fact three kits. Bramblekit and Tigerkit were never told they had a younger sister, named Brownkit, but she had died a stillborn and their parents did not want to bring the news of a dead kit to their own two living ones. Bramblekit and Tigerkit, oldest and now youngest, were tight when they were in their first two moons of kit hood. Bramblekit would always do stunts that got him in trouble, while Tigerkit sat back and laughed at him usually. So where did these two fun loving kits go wrong?
Bramblekit started to grow up quicker then Tigerkit, and she, well she lost her sanity slowly. Her whole body just growing weaker until she was forced to stay in the nursery. She was in a state of depression, and Bramblekit blamed Starclan for this. But it was all in these kits little life for them to be unfair. Starclan twisted their paws behind their backs and one morning they saw the ceremony for their father's death. They were both shocked into action. Bramblekit became colder, distant from his clan for a moon of his kit hood, and it was until his apprentice name, Bramblepaw, came into his ears that everything turned around. He became happy and he even smiled once in a while. But his first moon of training was boring, leaving him to his thoughts as he studied his mentor's ways.
To win against the enemy, you must fight like them, act like them. And so he began. He is still learning, and training, and so he has not earned his warrior name.
