Brokenfang~ Warriors

[Seali]

Name: Brokenfang
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Tom
Posisiton: Warrior
Clan: Shadowclan
Description:

Brokenfang is a very unusual cat. He is a tabby with streaks of brown, orange, yellow, and black. His chest is black, and his face is light brown. One of his paws is golden, and he has a long tail that is black. He has lost an eye, but the one he has left is green with flecks of red in it. His is very muscular, and his coat is short and sleek.

History:

Brokenfang is a misunderstood cat. He tries to be nice, but everyone flinching at his appearance makes him angry. Apprentices and kits are scared of him, and as he passes by them he will often hear whispering, evidently about him. This makes him very sad, and he often sits alone, staring into space. Because of all this, he can be snappy, rude, and grumpy. But he means well, and has a soft heart. If the kits would come near him, he would play with them whatever chance he got.

Personality:

Kithood:
Brokenkit was born to a Waterclan she-cat and a Eathclan tom. He was an only kit, and his mother died when she gave birth to him. His father named him because of the feeling in his heart when his mother died, and took him to Earthclan, saying that he found him in a bush, abandoned. Soon after his father died, leaving Brokenkit alone in the world. He was the only kit in the nursery at the time, because the queen who nursed him had given birth to a dead kit. So Brokenfang, (then Brokenkit) Had a lonely kithood.

Apprenticeship:
Brokenpaw was a good apprentice, and worked hard. But on that fateful day, when he ran into a badger and lost an eye, no one treated him with as much respect. Brokenpaw was incredibly hurt by this, and it left scars onhim that a badger never could. He became a warrior late, because he had to stay in the medicine cat's den for a while.

Warriorship:
Brokenfang was, and still is, a brilliant fighter. He is amazingly strong, as a result of his endless training after the badger attack. But despite this, his clan still seems to feel uncomfortable around him. Most shy away when he comes near. Throughout his warriorship, he has not made one friend, though he keeps on trying. But it is hard for him, because of his grumpy attitude when cats shy away.

Role-Playing Sample:

A dark tabby pelt was clear against the snow, too clear for it's owner's liking. But of course, no one and nothing cared about Brokenfang. The way things were heading, no one ever would. He had told himself this time and time again, but part of him still clung onto the hope that someone- anyone- would befriend him.

Then arose the matter of why he was at the Great Oaks. The ragged tom sat down, giving his pelt a lick. It wasn't as if there had been any particular scent trails in the area- he knew better than to hunt in neutral territory, anyway. It was as if his paws had carried him there without him noticing it. 'Fate...'

He gave himself a mental shake, telling his spontaneous side to shut up. Yes, that was Brokenfang. Always criticising himself in one way or another. In his mind, there was always something wrong with anything that he said or did. Perhaps if Lonekit had been alive that would have been different

Anything Else?:

I decided to bring him here to keep Darksky company.

Rules Password:

Colorful

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