Brookpaw of Riverclan

[Dreamer]

name, Brookpaw

past names, Brook-kit,

age, 8 moons

gender, She-cat

clan, Riverclan

family,

MOTHER: Wrenwing

FATHER: Aldertail

SIBLING(S): Rainpaw , Beechpaw

Mate and Kits: None at the moment

Mentor: OPEN

short description, Grey tabby and white she-cat with luminous green eyes

appearance,

American Shorthair X Turkish Angora X Oriental X Feral Shorthair

No matter what people may say, it is the first impression that always counts. And so it is with Brookstone. Her appearance is a striking blend of gentle grace and hardy strength. She is of average height, but with a long and sinuous body, not slender but sleek. Being born of Riverclan heritage, she has skin between the toes on her paws, and strong legs muscles for swimming. With the help of her long tail she can easily balance, whether in water or on land. Her head is triangular, like that of an Angora’s, but her jaw and muzzle are stronger, more of an Oriental leaning. Brookstone’s fur is of medium length, light and feathery. The fur on her tail fans outward, longer than on the rest of her body.
Her pelt is characterized by cool colors, mostly a silvery blue gray, overlaid with broken mackerel tabby markings in darker grey. White stretches from a blaze up her muzzle down her neck, chest and to her belly, matched by two white socks on her forepaws and white toes on her hind paws. Her nose and other exposed skin, along with her paw pads, are a bright coral pink color, contrasting the shimmering minty green of her eyes.

personality,

INTJ

Brookpaw could easily be called egocentric. While some may consider this aspect of her personality to be a negative part, that is not necessarily always the case. Sure, Brookpaw is vain, and sometimes arrogant, but she is also deeply thoughtful, and can get lost within her own mind as she tries to pick apart situations of everyday life.

Her life is centered on structure, even as an apprentice she has her own strict routine and schedule, and cannot stand the constant spontaneity of clan days. It drives her crazy. This leads to her trying to bring whatever structure she can to the parts of her life that she can control, such as the appearance of her nest, and certainly herself, contributing to her vanity.

One of her biggest pet peeves is inconsistency in other cats. She truly does not know how to deal with it. Emotions, though she feels and understands them are not nearly as strong for her as they are for others, and it frustrates her when cats swing between moods so easily. As for her, she is definitely consistent and will make it quite obvious what she thinks of you. Often it requires great patience to deal with her, but this makes what friendships she does have all the stronger and sweeter, because if you’re worth her attention than you will find yourself in a privileged spot in her life. Where many cats show emotion, Brookpaw is more hesitant. Before she chooses to reveal anything she must examine the situation, and so her emotions often remain hidden. She feels them, of course she does, but in a way the emotions are deeper and more mature, as they are felt longer and stronger than for most other cats. This means that if you get on her bad side, it will take a lot to get back from it. But then Love from her is the highest honor you could achieve in her mind. It is to these special cats that she will go to first, and it is for these few cats that she would die to keep safe.
She keeps her emotions strictly under control, but that does not mean she isn’t amiable in amny ways. Of course she is often sarcastic, with a rather twisted sense of humor.

One of the things she excels at, and values most in her life, are the intellectual abilities of her peers. She is logical, and clever, and can pick apart and create complicated scenarios in her mind which not every cat can understand. Her arrogance often comes from the fact that cats truly don’t get her, which leads her to think she is far more advanced than them because of her intellectual superiority.

Even as an apprentice, she has a strong mind for strategy, and learns things quickly. Once she is older she will rely on her mind far more than her skills to get out of whatever situations, which can sometimes be very costly in battle. After all as a leader you can afford to think through your moves, but as a soldier a lot of what you do is react.

stats,

- Hunting / Stalking - ****
- Battling Knowledge - ***
- Herbal Knowledge - **
- Endurance -*****
- Tactical - ******
- Speed -***
- Defense - ******
- Attack -***

(will increase as she trains)

history,

Background-

Long before Wrenwing and Aldertail became mates, it was obvious to every cat in the clan that they were made for each other. However they had absolutely no idea. They had long been friends, fast friends, but no more. They had always had more of a bantering relationship, with clever exchange of words and companionship. In fact Wrenwing had another tom whom she was interested in, Smokewave. He was a handsome dark tom, strong and sturdy. But he never really was committed to her, and danced around their relationship, toying with her. Wrenwing finally snapped, and expressed her feelings somewhat sharply. He told he didn’t love her, but he did find her amusing. They never spoke again.

Wrenwing was distraught, and went to the only cat she trusted, Aldertail.

The gray and white she-cat paced along the edge of the beach, wearing a path in the sand. She’d asked Aldertail to meet her here some time ago, so where was he? Her mind was still reeling from her last encounter with Smokewave. She had asked him why he wouldn’t be her mate, why he hadn’t been willing totell the rest of the clan. He had stared into her eyes and said very clearly, “I don’t love you, you’re pretty, but if you’re looking for love, you’ll have to look somewhere else.” She had been no more than a toy to him, an object to show off. Those words had the crushing effect of a blow, but she had spat back at him. “Well at least I will find someone to love me!” She had turned, and left him in the dust. But as much as she acted like the conversation hadn’t meant anything to her, it had been like claws ripping at her heart. Wrenwing couldn’t take it anymore. With a choked sob she collapsed on the sand, and began to cry.

For several moments all that could be heard were Wrenwings quiet sobs and the crash of the waves on the shore. Until Aldertail, who had just emerged from the forest with a small fish in his jaws, saw Wrenwing. He dropped the fish and bounded over to his closest friend and nuzzled her gently.

“Wrenwing, are you okay? I—did Smokewave hurt you?”

For several moments Wrenwing said nothing, and Aldertail lay down beside her, draping his tail comfortingly over her. Finally she turned to him, her eyes downcast.
“He said he didn’t love me, that he never had… and I—I had hoped to have a future with him! To have kits… serves me right for trusting someone.”

Aldertail shook his head fiercely.

“No, you were right to trust, maybe not him, but there are others.”

The she-cat stumbled to her paws, fur fluffed up, eyes wild.

“Who could care for me? No one! No tom would look at me as anything else other than a friend or a sister!”

Aldertail hesistated, something flickering in his eyes before he stepped forward, eye to eye with her.

“I do.”

Wrenwing froze, unmoving.

“Wrenwing, to me you are more beautiful than anything. Your beauty shines in your eyes, in your laugh, in your smile. You dont need a tom to bring you down, or see you as a prize, but someone who will love you for who you are. I—I would be honored if that tom were me.”

The she-cat stared at him in astonishment, and then gratitude and joy filled her as she stepped forward and rubbed her head lovingly against him.

“Yes.”

When the two cats came back to camp and announced that they had become mates, several cats muttered that it was about time. Less than a moon later, Wrenwing found she was expecting kits. Although she and Aldertail were somewhat surprised, she was exultant and they both went about their lives normally, happily, although Wrenwing did stay away from the ocean.

It was a bright day when the kits were born, and together Aldertail and Wrenwing named their kits. The first, their eldest born daughter Brook-kit, for the blue grey of her pelt, and the swirling pattern. The second, also a daughter, they named Rainkit, for the grey spotted pattern of her coat, and the third, their only son, they named Beechkit after his brown coat.

Kithood-

For Brookpaw, only one word can describe her moons as a kit. Boring. Within a few moons of her birth she had already learned most of the elder’s stories by heart, looked through every nook and cranny of the tunnels, and taught herself to swim. For her there was little else interesting that happened. She spent some time in the medicine den, asking questions about herbs and watching, but decided that she wasn’t interested and ignored it after that.

Her relationship with her parents and siblings is complicated. Her Father is kind and caring, but weak and wielding, she doesn’t really respect him for that. Then again she has a hard time with any authority. Her mother she can respect. A she-cat who gets things done, and is more firm. Her brother is a hyperactive dunce, and her sister…. Well her sister could be her greatest rival.

Brookpaw and Rainpaw have the unique relationship of partners who are constantly at odds and undecided as to whether they love each other or hate each other, or have a mixture of both feelings. Either way, Brookpaw always sought after something to do that she was interested in, or had long periods of deep thought processing.

Apprenticeship-

As soon as Brookpaw was apprenticed she made it her next obvious goal to learn all she could about everything she could. She showed her mentor, proudly that she could swim, so no one would have to teach her. Then when she and her mentor began exploring the territory she wanted to go dashing off everywhere and see everything, but her mentor set rules that she had to follow if she wanted to learn at all. Frustrated, Brookpaw complied.
For the last two moons she has been training diligently, but now she is getting to the point where she is ready to test the boundaries of her mentor’s patience and authority.