Bristletail~Windclan

[bristletail]

Other Accounts: Rabbitfur

Name: Bristletail

Age (in moons): 30 moons

Clan: Windclan

Rank: Warrior

Gender: Tom

Appearance:

Bristletail has stiff russet-brown fur which is always sticking up in odd angles. His tail is always fluffed out which confuses others. His fur is also quite thick so he suffers in green-leaf, shedding clumps of fur (he looks nearly bald by leaf-bare, then he gets cold). Bristletail doesn't have the common lean look most windclan cats have. He is slightly stocky and not as fast as his clanmates. Bristletail has a slightly torn ear that has since mended well, but there is still a few raggedy bits. He also has a kink and and a small scar near the tip of his tail.

Personality:

Bristletail is calm most of the time. He is very patient with himself, but not with others! He cannot stand it when he is stuck with chatty cats as he is very reserved and withdrawn most of the time. He can be a stern mentor with little or no sympathy and he is very proud. It's hard to tell when he is angry because of his 'confusing' tail, so it's safe to assume he always is. Bristletail is always looking for approval from Arcticstar, going out of his way to show how amazing he is. He would love dearly to be deputy (his secret dream) although he has never had an apprentice and he hasn't got most of the skills a good deputy should have. Namely patience, mediating skills, organization, willing to comprimise...

History:

Bristlekit sat still and thought about being a warrior. His mother was forever thinking of ways to get Bristlekit to show some more personality. "Why don't you go to the elders to hear a story?" "I know! Why don't you play with... er.... Maplekit. Go on!" "Why don't you go for a walk around camp?" Bristlekit was stubborn though and refused to move from his spot in the corner of the nursery. The grass beneath him yellowed and browned, then died, and he still wouldn't do anything.

The day of his apprentice ceremony came and he was finally forced to move, but even he had to admit that he was excited. As an apprentice, Bristlepaw was a good hunter and excelled at stalking prey. He could wait for hours if he had to. He never made a sound or mistake out of broadness and always got his mouse. He was a little shaky at battle training at first because he couldn't preform many of the nippy dodges and turns. He eventually found his own fighting style: running at the enemy and sitting on them.

Bristletail, thrilled at becoming a warrior (one step closer to his ambition), went to work right away. For the first few days he hunted like mad, always dropping his fresh kill on the pile (not very subtly) in front of Articstar every time she happened to walk by. He was so blinded by self praise he accidentally stepped over the Shadowclan boarder once, just as a patrol was...patrolling... by. His ear was badly torn and he gained a small scar from when one cat bit him on the tail. Ever since then he has hated Shadowclan just a little bit more. He would leap at the chance to get them back....

[[C]laystar--]

Please add a little more to history and a little more to personality.

--Wheaty

[bristletail]

Is that okay?

[Phantomstar]

^{Yup. ACCEPTED.}