BROWNBERRY ~ BRANCHCLAN

[!Leah]

O O C :

Nickname:

Leah

Other Characters:

none so far, but I plan on recreating Cinderdust and Glenpaw

Other:

Is it okay if I take my charries again? I found the PM on Everchange and it was a bit late, but I'd like to jump back in if I can.

B I C :

Name:

Brownkit --> Brownpaw --> Brownberry

Age:

26 moons

Gender:

she-cat

Clan:

BranchClan

Rank:

medicine cat

Personality:

Brownberry is as quiet and reserved as a cat can be, with her soft passions and delicate nature. She tends to retreat within herself, and a rare few see her spunky and quirky side. A fear of pain and rejection makes Brownberry seem silent, though in reality she is a cat dying to burst out and make herself known to the world. She covers her true longing with a wall of soft smiles and indifference and resents being as soft-spoken as she is.

When she is alone, Brownberry tends to gaze off into the distance, daydreaming and marveling at the world around her. She can easily be distracted by colorful butterflies or the drops of dew on a piece of moss in the early morning. Walking along the winding paths in the territory is her favorite pastime, and Brownberry would willingly spend the rest of her life doing just so. A romantic and a wonderfully descriptive cat, Brownberry enjoys nature more than most, with its breathtaking beauty and stunning views. Her favorite times of the day are dusk and dawn, when the sun makes its journey across the sky and fades into starshine.

When cats first see Brownberry, they tend to assume that she is unsociable and unwilling to speak with anyone. The way she gazes at them, unfocused, blending into the background, makes them uneasy, and they are eager to distance themself as soon as possible. Though this does hurt Brownberry, she would rather they left her to her own will than force her to participate in social gatherings. She would much rather spend her time gazing at the stars or wandering through the dappled treetops.

Short Appearance:

golden and brown dappled she-cat with white chest and paws and almond-shaped honey colored eyes

Appearance:

Few cats look closely enough at Brownberry to notice that, in a plain, simple sort of way, she is quite pretty. Though her honey colored eyes are unfocused and gazing at unknown fantasies, they hold secrets that only a cat close to StarClan could know. And though her pelt blends in so well with the undergrowth, a shadow against bright whites and oranges, the way it runs so gently along her slender form makes others stop and stare. Short legs fade into small white paws, beneath a cream colored chest and triangular head.

Brownberry has extremely normal facial features, with her small pink nose and cheekbones. Her chin curves gently underneath a smiling mouth, and triangular ears perch upon her head. Dark tabby stripes frame her face gently, providing contrast to her lighter fur. Brownberry's eyes are almond-shaped, slanted and rimmed with mahogany fur, their golden depths shimmering with sparkles of amber.

What Brownberry lacks for in size, she makes up for with ferocity and wit. Sharp claws hide in her small paws, ready to tear an enemy's face, and her pearly white teeth prove to be as dangerous as they are stunning. Though she is not the most muscular and fine tuned cat in the Clan, Brownberry takes her physique seriously and is determined to protect herself as well as she can.

Tattoo:

Brownberry's tattoo is in the shape of a maple leaf, it's toasted golden edges wavering slightly around her right eye. StarClan chose this color especially for her, to mirror her gentle ways and her ability to blend in with the world around her. The spikes of the leaf curve back slighty towards her ear, while the stem parallels her nose.

Family:

mother // ambershadow
father // crescentwing
siblings // appleblossom [sister], bearcall [brother]

History:

When Brownberry was just a kit, she developed a love for all creatures big and small. She could be found staring at the sunrise and batting gently at a passing cricket, her eyes sparkling with joy. As she grew older, however, Brownkit began to retreat within herself. Ambershadow grew worried as her daughter began vanishing for hours at length to disappear into the medicine cat's den, her eyes wide with happiness and wonder at the magical world of herbs and StarClan. Then, the medicine cat asked Brownkit to be his apprentice, and everything was made clear.
Brownpaw was certainly a handful. When her mentor asked her to collect herbs, he would find her staring at a mockingbird, mesmerized by its bright colors. When trying to heal a patient's wounds, Brownpaw would hum gently to herself, distracted by the slightest interruption. Instead of reciting the uses of a certain root or leaf, Brownpaw dreamed of romance and fairytales. As time passed this got better as Brownpaw learned to focus, yet she still holds some of that childishness in her heart.
Brownberry recieved her full medicine cat name just before her mother died of old age. She was thrilled to be a part of such a small, elite group of cats that dreamed of the stars and learned what others never could. When her mentor presented her in front of StarClan, she stared in awe, not the least bit frightened by the ancient warriors in front of her eyes. Never before had she seen such beauty and power. She vowed to become as great as they had been, and that she would always serve her Clan first.
And then the medicine cat, her friend and advisor, vanished. The Clan was thrown into chaos, with their newly appointed medicine cat being young and quite unexperienced. Confused and frightened, Brownberry seeked help from the other medicine cats, and they willingly assisted her, bringing her herbs and useful advice. Now she is the esteemed and highly respected medicine cat of BranchClan, though she still finds it hard to focus on her duties when there is fun to be had.

Role Play Example:

The sun cast dappled shadows on the trees as they swayed in the soft breeze. Newleaf was coming. The birds sang their joy to the Silverpelts, the blue skies, freedom.

Cinderdust's ashy gray pelt blended in with the shadows on every leaf, behind every branch. Her pale, minty green eyes were illuminated with joy. For the first time in a long time, she was out of the camp. Out in the sunlight, its warmth caressing her pelt. She basked in its glow, allowing her paws to carry her across the forest, stepping lightly on branches, her head in the clouds. As always.

A slight disturbance made her blink, focus returning to her eyes. She glanced around, curiosity clouding her good judgement. Never go into the forest alone. She wasn't an independent cat, really. Just clever and quick. A thrill of excitement overruled all sense, and Cinderdust began leaping from branch to branch, her paws thudding gently as she landed each time. There.

A flash of tabby pelt caught her eye. A familiar scent hit her nostrils. Sniffing cautiously, Cinderdust's mouth broke into a gentle smile. It was Nightshade. The deputy of BranchClan. Not more than a few tail lengths away from her, resting for a moment on a protruding branch.

Strolling casually towards the tom, Cinderdust noted how the muscules rippled under his pelt, the sun catching its glossy surface. He was a rather handsome tom, with his strong features and sparkling eyes. Pushing away those thoughts (most of which had to do with the way he looked in the sun), Cinderdust cleared her throat and called out to him.

"It's nice, isn't it?" The she-cat settled down on her branch, tucking her tail neatly around small paws.

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[!Leah]

modified again. ^^

[⋆ -- fALLEN __ [s t a r]]

pm me or amory a picture, thanks. <3