Post by Shells on Jun 8, 2012 0:50:59 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,100][atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #ffffff;] [style=border:1px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;width:100px;height:100px;padding:8px;]  [/style][style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]THUNDERCLAN[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]TOM[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]53 MOONS[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]WARRIOR[/style] [style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]PICTURE[/style] | [atrb=width,400][atrb=style,padding:10px;][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 24px;letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center;border-bottom:1px solid #ffffff;line-height:85%;color:#C09BFC;]BROKENSUN[/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]A FOREST DIVIDED[/style] [style=margin:-20px 30px 10px 30px;text-align:justify;font-family:tahoma;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#8e8e8e;line-height:13px;]short appearance orange tabby tom with a blotted black face. Appearance He is of average build, with average-sized muscles and average-sized claws, common yellow eyes, and an averagely-short coat of fur; the only thing that sets him apart from his fellow Clanmates is the random patches of black fur that plaster his face chest, and front-left paw. A few more black speckles are found on his belly or on the back of his ears, but besides that, he has a typical orange-tabby coat with stripes all the way to the tip of his tail and speckles on his underbelly. The patchy black coloring on his face make him appear almost as if he is a burn victim, and he has always been self-conscious of this idiosyncrasy. Personality Paranoid This tom is full of paranoia; everyone and everything is out to get him. Most likely it stems from his traumatic childhood and lack of confidence in defending himself. Because he was made fun of all of his apprenticeship, Brokensun is constantly feeling as though he is being watched or talked about. Anytime he walks past a group of cats (most of the time she-cats) Brokensun grows paranoid at the sound of their hushed voices, and usually runs off to hide in the warriors’ den. Strange or peculiar noises in the forest cause him to be jumpy and looking back and forth as if something is going to jump out and attack him. When he is with a younger cat, such as an apprentice, he is always afraid that he will be unable to protect them. Fighter Although it doesn’t always seem like it, Brokensun is a fighter. The time that he had fled his first battle had been the first time he had given up on anything, despite the odds. Ever since his first battle, Brokensun promised himself that he would never again flee a battle; he would fight until he had given his very last breath. Pushover Brokensun is a complete pushover. Most of the apprentices are weary of getting him named as their mentor because of his mediocre status and reserved ways, but they are always happy to receive a mentor that is a pushover. They are aware that they can walk all over him and wrap him around their paw. If he is ever disappointed in them, they can come up with any excuse that comes to mind and seems somewhat believable, and Brokensun will understand. Because he lacks any shred of confidence, it does not ever feel appropriate to punish an apprentice. Although he is very mistrusting and paranoid, he finds it extremely difficult to distrust an apprentice, and finds all of their stories credible. Reserved As an elder warrior, Brokensun has experienced a lot. He knows all about heartbreak, hardship, and betrayal. He has learned not to trust anyone, and that no one can trust him. Shy and withdrawn, he keeps to himself and only mingles when he is training his apprentice or is approached by his Clanmate directly. He doesn’t tell anyone anything, and they return the favor to him. Because both his mother and his mentor have been long dead, the only cat in the Clan that he considers anything more than an acquaintance is his past apprentice, Lightfeather. However, she is a popular she-cat among her Clanmates and, added with her beauty, has gained her several friends and admirers. She has already kitted twice, and she is therefore way too busy to deal with Brokensun’s problems or boring tales. Self-conscious In correspondence to his paranoia, Brokensun is extremely self-conscious. He is afraid to vocalize his opinions or exert his dominance in any situation, and usually hangs back at the back of the crowd. He acknowledges that he is not attractive and that he will probably never find a mate. Although he loves kits and would love to have some of his own some day. He is a very gentle tom, and is usually very kind to his Clanmates because he is afraid to make anyone hate him or dislike him more than they already do. No matter how nice he is to the she-cats, however, he understands that looks are important in relationships, and as long as there are other better-looking and younger toms, he would remain without a she-cat forever. History Kit Born as the single surviving kit in the litter to his mother Goldenflower, Brokenkit was named in honor of his father Brokenwing, who had been killed in a battle before he could ever meet him. These were hard times for the Clans; a drought had brought a scarcity of prey to the forest, and the queens were bearing many stillborns and kits with sicknesses. Brokenkit, although one of the strongest of the kits, was born with a sickness that made him extremely weak. Like most of the other kits born around this time, the medicine cat predicted that Brokenkit would not make it past three moons. Unbeknownst to the medicine cat, however, Brokenkit was a fighter, and his mother was not so willing to give up on her only kit either. After four moons, it was safe to say that Brokenkit would not parish the same way as his other denmates, and the leader began preparing for his apprentice ceremony—one that was eagerly anticipated. Apprentice The second Brokenpaw was made a warrior, he began following his mentor around eagerly, watching everything he did. Even when he wasn’t training, he was constantly trying to learn new things. Because of his earlier disease during kithood, Brokensun had never really fully developed, so he was sometimes slower than the other apprentices. He didn’t learn very quickly, and as hard as he tried, his training lagged far behind the other apprentices. He also had a hard time fitting in with the other apprentices because he was not as smart as them, or not as fast as them, or not as strong as them, or not as good-looking as them—the list went on and on. Many of the apprentices poked fun at his face and made remarks about how he looked like he had gotten into a fight with the sun—and lost. Brokenpaw was calm and collected, always responding with indifference and respect, but on the inside he was falling apart. He grew steadily more withdrawn from the other apprentices, and from the rest of the Clan. He still attended all of his training sessions and worked to become a good warrior, but his attempts were half-hearted, and they grew weaker as the moons passed. When the time finally came for him to become a warrior, he was the last of his denmates to receive this honor, but he stood at the front of the crowd with his head held high. He was broken on the inside, but he kept up a good appearance for his leader, his mentor, and for his mother—one of the most caring cats in the Clan. She had always told him that he was a precious gift from StarClan—a rose among the thorns. To her, he was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen, and he couldn’t be any more perfect than she had imagined. Casting his mother a loving look, Brokenpaw stepped forward to receive his warrior name, Brokensun. That would be the last time he would see his mother alive. Warrior Brokensun, although one of the weaker fighters, one of the slower runners, and one of the poorer hunters, was loyal to his Clan and to all of the cats in it. Everything he did was for his Clan, and for the cats in it that made everything worthwhile. Not but moments after he had entered the warriors’ den for the first time, a battle cry was heard from outside the enclosing, and he raced out to help his Clanmates battle the encroaching Clan. Within the first few minutes, Brokensun was pinned down by a larger warrior that bit his back and sent him streaking back to his den. As he rested there, panting, he thought about how pathetic he was for giving up so easily, but then remembered how weak he was compared to the other younger warriors, and drooped his head in defeat. After only a few minutes, the camp was shrouded in silence, and Brokensun crept uneasily into the open. All around him, cats were scattered across the ground, broken and bloodied. His head throbbed with anxiety and guilt as his eyes brushed across the wounded bodies of his denmates, shifting slightly only when approached by the medicine cat. When his eyes fell across the still body of a golden she-cat, Brokensun’s heart lurched and he felt his chest explode. Limping quickly to his mother’s still form, one look told him all that he needed to know—she was never coming back. Agony consumed him, sending him into a depression that lasted for moons. When all of the other warriors his age were appointed apprentices, Brokensun was left sulking in the shadows. It seemed as if the broken warrior would never recover from the loss of his mother, which he knew in complete confidence could have been prevented if only he had stayed in battle like the other warriors. At 40 moons old, Brokensun finally gained his first apprentice and was forced to shake off any remaining doubts or insecurities that he possessed. His apprentice, Lightpaw, was an energetic she-cat, but possessed some reservations just as he did himself. Through each other, Brokensun and Lightpaw were able to loosen up a little and learn to grow slightly more confident. At Lightpaw’s warrior ceremony, she was named Lightfeather, and Brokensun bursted with pride ofr this kind-hearted she-cat that he had grown to trust and adore. Although he wasn’t given an apprentice for a long time after that, Brokensun felt more confident in his abilities. He wasn’t the strongest, or smartest, or fastest, but he was still a rose that added to the beautiful rosebush that was ThunderClan. 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