Post by smiley. on Oct 20, 2007 8:05:22 GMT -5
Name: Brackenfang
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Boulder
Age: 19 moons
Personality:
:// behind these hazel eyes -
If;
i could fly
just a thousand miles;
to see you...stop
[/center]i could fly
just a thousand miles;
to see you...stop
- - - - -
He is sensitive when it comes to think like abusing, and hurting little kits. Though he is terrible in the normal life, silent and unwanted, he is incredible to kits. He is like their second father sometimes, he treats them so loving and dearly that it has become his dream to have kits of his own. But, in his mind, he wonders how it could possibly happen. He is terrible to others that are older than six moons, he shows derisive behaviour or gives them his 'stare.' And the Brackenfang stare?
Oh, if looks could kill.
:// ha, sure you know me -
what is this feeling;
so sudden, and new
I felt the moment;
i laid eyes on you
[/center]so sudden, and new
I felt the moment;
i laid eyes on you
- - - - -
You don't know me. How many times must Brackenfang say it before it finally sinks in to their puny brains? HiddenClan thinks that they know him, they think they have him figured out. Tell me, from this personality, does it seem as though Brackenfang is just hating the world because of his past? Does it seem like he just wants to be alone, and he means no harm? Most of it does, but half of it doesn't. For instance, he means no harm? Brackenfang means all the harm in the world, and the first opportunity he gets he will kill and strike. This will probably lead to his exile, but he is more evil than Tigerclaw ever will be. He will be great, he will even eat his victims, if that is what it takes to hide the evidence. Yes, he would eat cat and become a cannibal. But who cares?
As long as he rules, and dominates forever.
:// emotion? never again -
I was angry;
i was depressed
I showed weakness;
never again
[/center]i was depressed
I showed weakness;
never again
- - - - -
Brackenfang used to show every bit of emotion he felt, up until the age of 16 moons. He used to express when he was enraged, depressed, or even jubilant. Every little emotion was expressed, so that you could always know what he was feeling or thinking. But the more he did this, the more he realized everyone knew about him. He grew angry, frightened. What if they could find weakness in him, and use it against him? No, this was unacceptable. If he were to dominate the Clans one day, starting with his own, he would have to cease this behaviour immedaitely. And so he became silent, not letting any type of emotion or feeling pass through him except hatred.
:// cannot feel love -
I cannot feel love;
i am a fool
This is not allowed;
but this feeling, it is lust
[/center]i am a fool
This is not allowed;
but this feeling, it is lust
- - - - -
In every movie, in every TV show, at least once you will hear the phrase 'Those who are evil cannot fall in love.' This phrase is about as true as the fact that I am an astronaut, who has gone to the moon twice and back. Brackenfang has fallen in love, but with someone he will never be allowed to love. Her name is Paintedleaf, and she is the most beautiful creature that Brackenfang has ever set his eyes on. As you may have figured out, however, she is a medicine cat - of a different Clan. For weeks, even moons, Brackenfang would torture himself with the thoughts about her, he would beat himself and try to talk himself out of loving this magnificent creature, but it was not possible. Did he want to kill her, or love her? Only time could tell.
Appearance:
:// my eyes are ... captivating -
I will;
hypnotize you
And when you fall for me;
i will kill you
[/center]hypnotize you
And when you fall for me;
i will kill you
- - - - -
His eyes are beautiful. They are hypnotizing, captivating, any synonym you wish to use for them. They are, as many would say, two crystal clear pools of blue. They, though no one realizes it, are almost as acute as his perfect hearing. He can see things from great distances, which may explain why he knows so many secrets. He spies, he listens, he does everything he can for blackmail. This is essential if he wishes to kill every cat in HiddenClan, and who knows?
Maybe he will...er - snack on his first victim.
:// this pelt, so sleek -
Like the night;
only not
Instead it is mud;
how revolting
[/center]only not
Instead it is mud;
how revolting
- - - - -
Brackenfang never cleans his pelt, yet it is one of the sleekest in HiddenClan. Most cats with black pelts are known as those who have 'pelts as dark and sleek as the night sky', but Brackenfang is not black-pelted and cannot be considered as so. Instead he is just mud, fresh mud that has been created from the freshly fallen rain. He enjoys this term, for it reminds him of how cold and deep his heart had grown to become. It looks like a shoe that has just been shined, nails that have just been buffed, or a room that has just been cleans. It shines in the sunlight, it shines in the moonlight, and there is no way to get around that. ( see picture for color )
:// muscle, i work out -
I bench;
380
But if you knew me;
you'd know i bench 0
[/center]380
But if you knew me;
you'd know i bench 0
- - - - -
Yes, of course, Brackenfang bench-presses 380. No, but he is rather muscular. His body is strong, and his limbs are tall. It is as though his continuous beatings allowed him to grow even taller, which was odd. He can see the world in a better perspective than others, as his legs are very tall and he can see above things that others cannot. His muscles are threatening, and he can slash through a tree to leave a deep gash. If he set his mind to it, he could cut off your tail with a single claw. Brackenfang, however, is not that heartless. No, he prefers to give them a slow and painful death:
By simply tearing out their hearts.
History:
:// born in blood -
Born in blood;
so red, the color of death
Screams are heard;
she dies, was it in vain?
[/center]so red, the color of death
Screams are heard;
she dies, was it in vain?
- - - - -
Her name was Auroraspirit, and she was one of the most beautiful she-cats in HiddenClan. Her pelt was a rippled tan, almost cinnamon-coloured. Her eyes were a pale pink, though they were truly brown. But as she lay there, in the nursery, on that cold and damp night, pain and age was etched on her face for the first time ever. Auroraspirit's ears were down against her skull, and her stomach was moving so heavily it was amazing she could even catch her breath. She screamed as pressure was enforced to her belly, and when the sun arose she had a kit at her side. This kit was covered in blood, and so was she. The medicine cat, Mapleleaf, grew frightened and immediately tried to cure the she-cat as her breathing stopped with weakness and defeat. Brackenfang: born in blood without a mother, how it shall be in death.
:// a rotten father -
Screams unheard;
tortured, thrashing
Pain throughout my body;
begging, pleading
[/center]tortured, thrashing
Pain throughout my body;
begging, pleading
- - - - -
His name was Hollowvale, and he would've been an incredible father. His love for Auroraspirit was a passion, and he knew what passion meant better than any other cat. Passion: such a fondness or desire. Auroraspirit was his passion, and he wanted nothing but to spend the rest of his life with her. In truth; he wouuld've killed Brackenfang if it meant saving Auroraspirit, he would've killed all of HiddenClan. None can imagine the devastation he felt when Auroraspirit had died, but many were afraid. Would he lash out? How would he react? After a moon of silence, cats began realizing he was dealing with it appropriately and their problems were solved. However; did they look inside the nursery? No. Inside, two-moon old Brackenkit was being tortured and abused, but everyone called him just clutzy. Brackenkit began wondering how breaking two ribs, a leg, a paw, an ear, and a jaw in less than six moons could be clutzy. This wasn't just, him having to deal withe every bit of pain. Anytime his father looked at him, he would see Auroraspirit and lash out. And all the time, Brackenfang wonders what he ever did to deserve it.
:// finally i am broken -
Broken and shattered;
torn to pieces
Feeling nothing but pain;
i was born for no reason
[/center]torn to pieces
Feeling nothing but pain;
i was born for no reason
- - - - -
The beatings seemed like a daily ritual now; it was as though this was Hollowvale's own way of praying to StarClan: by beating his son. Brackenfang found his eyes always swollen, and by the age of six moons he could no longer run. When he was injured he found this his most blissful time, for his father could no longer hurt him. But the minute he was healed and back in the nursery, his father beat him constantly. But then one day, one glorious day, a queen lived in the nursery. She had gotten pregnant, and was due in the original time. Beating Brackenfang grew more and more difficult for Hollowvale, as the kit's screams echoed and alerted the queen. Finally, Hollowvale 'gave up.'
By gave up, I mean he began taking Brackenkit into the forest to beat him other ways. Dropping him from trees, dunking him under water for large periods of time, eventually Brackenfang could barely breathe any longer. How could HiddenClan have been so clueless? To never have noticed this? And so he was broken, his heart seemed to shatter and grow cold like the evening sky.
:// seven moons in hell -
Apparently;
my leader
is an absolute;
dimwit
[/center]my leader
is an absolute;
dimwit
- - - - -
Apparently, Brackenkit and Hollowvale spent so much time together that HiddenClan's leader could not possibly dream of seperating them. So, guess who Brackenpaw's mentor was? Ha, I hope you got it right. All Brackenfang could help thinking was: oh great, this will be seven moons in hell.
And he was right.
His father continued abusing him, and Brackenpaw grew no practice. When he hunted wrong or lost a bit of prey, it was dunking in the water for a mintue and a half. When he was hit by his father, it was falling out of a tree until he fell unconscious. Brackenpaw wondered how he would ever live, how it was miraculous he had even made it this far. He began wanting to die, he began wanting to commit suicide. On occasion he would even begin beating himself, trying to get rid of his life and leave this world.
:// an aphotic eclipse -
Yelp and cry;
it does you no good
The sun is covered;
darkness falls
[/center]it does you no good
The sun is covered;
darkness falls
- - - - -
What was this? Brackenpaw had never seen it before, it shocked him. It seemed to shock others two, but none dared to look. They were veiled in complete darkness, as if the sun had just been covered. Was the sun extinguished? Had Brackenpaw's dreams come true? Was he finally going to be able to destroy every HiddenClan cat out there?
Not likely.
A solar eclipse, as the leader explained, but it gave Brackenpaw a whole new motivation. He believed it was a sign that StarClan was weakening, and he would rise on top to defeat them all. Maybe he could gather a band of rogues, or bring the very depths of hell back up himself. However; for now he was just an apprentice. But when he was leader, oh yes when he was leader, they would pay.
:// too soon -
Claws unsheathed;
fangs bared
I tried to attack;
but i could not
[/center]fangs bared
I tried to attack;
but i could not
- - - - -
He was nine moons old, and according to his father he was ready for his first fight. Brackenpaw did not feel ready, infact he knew he was not ready. But he did not dare disagree with his father, who could do so many things to him that Brackenpaw was afraid to think of such terrible memories. And so, as the attack upon RuinClan unleashed, he was among the cats to fight. Five minutes into the fight, Brackenpaw was down. Warriors without cats to attack did not want to stand behind, so they chose upon an unconscious apprentice to fight with. They tore through his stomach, the stepped on his ribs, they twisted his legs until they broke. He could not do anything, Brackenpaw could not even feel the pain until he awoke thrashing within the medicine cat's den three days later. He could hear his father's breath, watching over him, and Brackenpaw grew afraid once more.
:// no one really remembers -
who could remember;
such a treacherous thing
For no one cares;
about someone like me
[/center]such a treacherous thing
For no one cares;
about someone like me
- - - - -[/size][/blockquote]
Brackenfang, a newly made warrior, nearly screamed with joy and died at the words he heard in this called meeting. Mapleleaf had done some examinations on Brackenfang's injuries, even some scars from when he was a kit, and had realized that such things could only have been made by someone within the nursery. The only person in the nursery with him for five moons? His father. They had asked, they had interrogated, and finally Hollowvale confessed to abusing his son. He was ordered to apologize to Brackenfang, and the tom felt like his life was finally full of meaning - he could live on peacefully! Until Mapleleaf and his leader ruined it all - they made Brackenfang kill his father. Brackenfang was forced to slowly slice through Hollowvale's throat, feeling remorse and terror as he did so. But no one really remembers this day, no one remembers the horror that this warrior faced.
Replace 'Hiddens' with 'Boulder'
And the last part is scratchy. Coldbreath had also been in the nursery with him...I think o.O
And I know Frosty will yell at me for the 'beatings'
