Briarsong || F || Mistclan

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|| Briarsong ||  she-cat twenty nine moons hetero historically but who knows! mistclan warrior quote [ n/a ]  genotype [ n/a ]  Appearance || Stature || Briarsong is a compact little cat with a whole lot of energy. She can be described as having somewhat small features in general, from everything to her nose to paw size. A relatively petite she-cat in stature and height, with enough thick fur and personality to make her seem double her size. || Coloring || Her pelt is thick, with rich brown tabby markings on a lighter brown base. She has an almost pouty face, with a short snout and fairly large eyes that never seemed to have lost their kitten shape. Interestingly, the natural pout of her snout easily goes from cute to bossy and cross in an instant. Her eyes are a calm, intelligent shade of gentle green but are constantly on the move, seeming to fixate all her focus on one thing at a time before quickly moving on.  || Other || n/a Personality || Overview || Briarsong can only be described as a go getter: an occasionally pushy, ready to chase the day, and fulfill her duty to the clan go getter. This laser focus translates to her warrior duties as well, Briarsong gives the clan her all, able to hone into mundane activities with the utmost concentration. Unfortunately, all her good intentions and focus does not sprout from trees. When hungry or sleep deprived, she becomes quite the little crank. While not loyal to a fault, Briarsong would defend her clan and loved ones with her life, perhaps almost impulsively. She is always amongst the first to volunteer for the more dangerous missions and last to leave the most routine of patrols. Still a young warrior, it remains to be seen whether her seemingly never ending energy and determination will persist past her 29th moon or even her second night in a row of restless sleep. || Strengths || Hard Working Try and try and try and try again. Or rather, there is no try, only do. Once she’s in it, she’s in it for the long haul. Loyal First to defend anything whether it be the clan, a friend, or a particular favorite napping spot Briarsong is ready to stand by her roots. Good Vibes Something of an optimist at heart, Briarsong tends to be delightful to be around. With her chipper personality and determination to find her way out of any situation, she tends to make the best of even week old moss for bedding or getting stuck with the dawn patrol (after she’s stretched, yawned, and groaned about it silently for a solid few minutes of course !) || Weaknesses || Bossy By accident! She swears! It often fails to occur to Briarsong that not everycat can just go go go or wants to stay up until the moon leaves the sky practicing one particular prey swipe over and over again on a cluster of ferns (yes, this is a true Briarpaw story). At times, she has such a determination to her that when an obstacle stands in her way (other cats included) she can get just a bit fussy. Nervous Energy Though determined and self assured, Briarsong’s constant urge to be not only meeting standards but achieving them means she can at times carry with her a lot of expectations for herself. This translates to the occasional obsessive “Do you think that’s what he meant when he asked me to join the patrol? Right but which border did he mean??” While she does great under specific instructions from a more experienced warrior, she sometimes gets into her own head about it she is being the best she can be. Likely a quality that will ease up with age and allow Briarsong to reach her full potential. History Briarsong was one of five kits in her parent’s last litter. Currently, the only other surviving relative she has is her brother, Tumblingwave and father Thicketfur. Their littermates were stillborn & their mother passed away during labor as well. Hit with a bout of green cough and fever during the end of her pregnancy, the already frail Mouseleaf did not raise her two surviving kits. Instead, Briarsong & Tumblingwave were nursed by another queen (unnamed) and tucked carefully under the watchful eye of their father. Voracious and equally as nervous as Briarsong, Thicketfur ensured that his two kits had all the proper nurturing and training to develop into strong, healthy warriors.  Briarsong has a strong relationship with her family and in a way, is the subtle head of their household. Though she's on good terms with her brother now, their apprenticeship was full of childish quarrels and of Briarsong bullying her much bigger brother, Tumblingwave. Other open to plots ! c: