Post by Ki on Sept 15, 2010 16:44:59 GMT -5
Name: Brightstorm
Gender: She-cat
Age: 34 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Queen
Apprentice: None
Love Interest: Branchtail (NPC)
Kin: Rockclaw (Father, NPC); Sandstripe (Mother, NPC);
First litter;;
Mapletail (Son, Amber)
Oakleaf (Daughter, NPC)
Second litter;;
Cedarkit (Daughter, Amber)
Birchkit (Son, NPC, Deceased)
Description: Brightstorm is a rather pretty, average-sized she-cat. She's got a good bit of muscle on her from a life of running through the forest and clambering up trees. She's the picture of a healthy she-cat, really. Her large amber eyes are as bright as the pale pelt she was named for. Her fur itself is short and a pale cream sort of color. The tabby stripes that line her fur are a many shades darker than the rest of her pelt. Those stripes are a sort of light brown-ish color, like dried up soil. She has a rather fluffy sort of tail and is built like a climber. Brightstorm is known for being able to walk across the thinnest of branches and being able to keep her balance. A few scars criss-cross her pelt, but most of these are from accidents in training when she was an apprentice. The fur has partially grown back over the scars, but is much lighter than the rest of her pelt. Very white, actually. It is also sort of soft and downy-looking. Not that this matters to Brightstorm. Appearances never matter to this cat so long as she has claws and fangs to fight with. She's an impressive example of a warrior, and it's a shame that she's stuck in the nursery at the moment. But Brightstorm still manages to stay in tip-top shape by practicing whenever she gets the chance. Sadly, since Cedarkit began...well...walking, she's beent busy keeping up with her troublesome kit.
Personality: Right from the start there was one thing Brightstorm was good at: following orders. "Be still, Brightkit." She would obey. "Stalk the mouse like this, Brightpaw." She would do exactly as she was shown. "Go with the dawn patrol, Brightstorm." She would be ansty to get out of the camp and serve her Clan. This is one of her best attributes as a leader. Yes, Brightstorm can think for herself. She has a brain and she has been taught how to use it. Oh, and she uses it well. But if she has a clear shot at an enemy cat and her leader is telling her to back down, then Brightstorm will obey. Her leader and her deputy are in their positions for a reason. Who is she to question their authority?
As mentioned before, Brightstorm does have a good head on her shoulders. In that might you will find thoughts of a very impressive manner. In hunting, she is ok. Tracking isn't her best subject. But if it comes to a fight, you want Brightstorm on your side. Ever since she was first apprenticed she had a unique ability. She memorized the moves her mentor taught her and worked hard at perfecting them. That was step one. Once she was familiar with each move, her mind began to process how to piece them together. It works a bit like this:
In a battle, Brightstorm will quickly go over her options. She will take into account her enemy's size and their apparent skill level. Any injuries or disabilities on their part will also be noted. Of course, if there are multiple threats this will also go into the calculation. In a matter of moments Brightstorm will usually be able to determine who has the advantage or disadvantage and builds her plan around that. Her well-trained mind has figured out how to quickly grab the moves she needs from the depths of her memory and piece them together in a way that will most likely help her fight. To further explain this, this is what Brightstorm usually thinks before charging or waiting to be charged at:
Bigger than me. Looks clumsy. Overly confident.
Attack quickly. Swift paw blow to the face to disarm. While disoriented, claw at his left side. He's got an old wound there. Leap on to back to avoid any bites or scratches. Cling until he gives.
The execution is another matter entirely. But when it comes to plans and strategy, Brightstorm is the go-to cat. She has a mind for order, yet still knows how to react if something does not go according to plan. She is a very 'sensible' cat as she says. When she was young she wanted to be just like her father. Strong, noble, and calm even in the face of disaster. She dubbed herself too 'mature' for kit games, and instead would follow her beloved father around. Much of her nature is inherited from observing him and various lessons from her mother.
History: Brightstorm was born to two happy warriors, Rockclaw and Sandstripe. She had no brothers or sisters. Just her. But she was a strong, healthy kit and was a joy to her parents. Brightkit was always very obedient and sweet. All of the other queens gushed over her and frequently told Sandstripe how lucky she was to have a such a good little kit. Brightkit managed to make friends with a few other kits, though she didn't often associate herself with rowdy, trouble-making cats. It was clear that Brightkit was maturing quickly. By the time she was four moons old she felt she was "too old" for foolish kit games, despite constant urging from her parents to go and play with her friends.
At the age of six moons, Brightkit became Brightpaw. Her mentor was a bit more laid-back. This helped Brightpaw relax a bit. Her mentor had a sister, and they often trained their apprentices together. This was how she became aquainted with Branchpaw. He was a moon or two older than her, and seemed to think he was much better than her because of it. So it didn't take long for the two to become rivals. The mentors saw that their competition actually was beneficial to both apprentices. They were constantly pushing themselves to learn more and do better than the other. So they often listened closely to their mentors. The two sisters decided to train them together as often as they could, given that the two never decided to go off and attack each other. Branchpaw, being a moon or two older, had the advantage. But Brightpaw never failed to give him a run for his money.
For the beginning of her apprenticeship, Brightpaw despised Branchpaw. He was proud, stuck-up, and overly confident in her eyes. But as the moons continued on, she began to respect him. Not that she'd ever admit it. As he neared the end of his apprenticeship, and she her own, she began to speak with him more. She found that he was very much like her, when she made an effort to know him. Branchpaw was very loyal to the Warrior Code. Like herself. He preferred to follow orders than to go off and get himself in trouble. Like herself. When they became closer, he confessed to her that he liked to get up early and watch the sunrise because he enjoyed looking at the colors of the sky as the sun awoke. In the last half-moon of his apprenticeship, Brightpaw joined Branchpaw in the mornings. They would sit in a tree they dubbed "theirs" and watch the sun rise through the branches.
Branchpaw graduated to warrior before Brightpaw, despite her own skills. He was given the name of Branchtail and sat his vigil alone. Brightpaw treated her now friend with a bit more respect, if only to appease him. They still remained nice and comfortable. And when she became a warrior a moon later, he was the first to call her by her new name. Brightstorm.
"Brightstorm today. Brightstar tomorrow!" he joked as he congratulated her.
Brightstorm only laughed. She was content with being a young, powerful warrior. For the next few moons she continued her friendship with Branchtail. As warriors they kept up their morning ritual. Neither could tell you when their friendship evolved into love. It was a natural transition that they accepted with little conviction.
Though they did not, however, plan to have kits.
Brightstorm didn't want kits. But Branchtail begged for them. She always denied him. Her warrior duties were simply too important, she argued. But eventually she gave in. She gave birth to her first litter of kits. There were only two, a tom and a she-kit. Brightstorm named them Maplekit and Oak-kit. They were both good kits, and she loved them dearly. Admittedly, she made a few bumbles with these two. Sometimes she was too stern or strict, or dolled out punishments for misbehaviors too harshly. But other queens, as well as her own mother, offered a guiding hand. By the time Oak-kit and Maplekit graduated to apprentices, Brightstorm was confident that if she had another litter she would be able to handle them on her own.
She and her mate were content for a few moons, watching Maplepaw and Oakpaw grow and learn while keeping up with their warrior duties. It was a bit of a relief for Brightstorm. No kits mewling for her attention, no sleepless nights with restless little ones. But, all the same, she and Branchtail decided to try for another litter. They got another litter, indeed. Sort of. There were two kits again. One of them, who Brightstorm half-heartedly named Birchkit as she nosed his limp body aside, was still-born. But the other kit, a she-kit dubbed Cedarkit, was born alive and well. Brightstorm could tell right from the start that something was...special about Cedarkit. It was how she mewed so often and so loud for no reason at all other than to get attention, or how she tumbled around the nursery while attempting to take her first steps with her little paws going too fast.
Oh, yes.
Cedarkit has certainly been giving her mother a run for her money. Brightstorm is often very strict with her young daughter, trying to get her to calm down. Many times she will use her son, now Mapletail, as an example for how a 'sensible' cat should behave. Branchtail doesn't do much except for listen to her woes and offer small bits of advice. Kit-raising is for queens, after all.
Other: Hm...nothing.
Roleplay Example: I'd rather not.
TC's first queen!