Cinder; Bio; Aurrie

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

Cinder is here to work on bio's with Aurrie. Shall i write a practive bio persona (short-ish) and you can see what you think i need help on or something?

[(aurora) of the problematique]

<sub>No, no, I've seen your biographies. We'll make a biography together so that we can work on things a step at a time, okay? :]

First off, basics. You tell me these facts.

What gender?
What Clan?
What age?
Personality?

Don't give it a name or looks yet.</sub>

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

Gender- Male
Age- 56 moons
Clan- Serenity
Personality- (err should i do a full one or like short one?)

[(aurora) of the problematique]

Short one, like "mean, gruff, loner, doesn't like kits" or "soft-hearted, gets manipulated easily, holds anger in"

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[Cinder! no study! X_X]

okey-dokey.

Persona- He's a washed-out star, a has-been who mourns the lost of his glory days. Typical grumpy old guy with a bit more spice and 'tude.

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{Alright~ Now we can get him a picture/description. How about a gray tabby tom? After that, we give him a name. If you can't think of a name now, that's fine. We'll think of one after writing out his bio.}

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

Okay, hes brown and old looking. Big and looks like he could have beaten up anybody before getting old and tired.

His name is Chemical.

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{Chemical? Warrior cats don't know about human stuff...}

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

Oh sorry, Im thinking of making an old elder named Chemical, former rogue turned loner as his strength left him. Um, his name will just be

Batface o.O

[(aurora) of the problematique]

Alright, now we've got the main points.

Batface
->male
->56 moons
->serenityclan
->scruffy brown tom
->washed-out has-been, grumpy, old, stiff
->no history yet.

I always do lay-out first so here...I'll do something simple, not with song lyrics or anything like that.
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batface]]

any of numerous flying mammals of the order Chiroptera, of worldwide distribution in tropical and temperate regions, having modified forelimbs that serve as wings and are covered with a membranous skin extending to the hind limbs

male]]
56 moons]]
serenityclan]]
warrior]]

l o o k s ]]
DESCRIPTION GOES HERE

p e r s o n a ]]
PERSONALITY GOES HERE


h i s t o r y ]]
HISTORY GOES HERE


f a m i l y ]]
FAMILY GOES HERE


n o t e s ]]
ANY NOTES GO HERE


c o d e ]]
PAINTING PORTAITS OF GHOSTS

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_{A biography is one's first impression, your resume. If it's garbage looking, no one will take you seriously. See what I mean? It's not even filled out and it looks good.}

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

Its very nice and all and I do see the appeal but I also see very much the ordinary, if I were to design one it would look like this:

[glow=teal,2,300]
Batface[/glow]
my bones have rusted. my heart has iced over.

Name

Age

Clan

Rank

Looks

Attitude

History

Other

Password

ooc- it gives a sense of my personality i think, but anyways i also just feel the standard is the way you do it and if i want it to be nice and in likeness to me this is what id do ^^ i also wasnt clear what else to say now.

READ! before i forget, heres a useful idea, on the school board you or another trusted admin should post a list of things to do before posting a bio or just post. y'know like:

1. check spelling mistakes
2. bold header
etc etc

[(aurora) of the problematique]

<sub>Do it however you want, but sea-green and dark-red clashes like there's no tomorrow and the font size should be smaller. Always use size=1, size=0, or sup/sub (depending on the site's layout sup/sub might be too small). If you're going to color it, give it a color scheme that isn't vomit and stick with it.

To be honest, if both of us joined a site at the same time where no one knew us or our skill and I used my layout version and you used yours for an audition that was based solely on how it was presented, I would win. Why? Because mine looks professional and yours resembles something my brother would do. If you're gonna make it yours, that's wonderful but it won't get you anywhere if you're not serious. Unless your personality screams "I'M NOT SERIOUS ABOUT THIS BIOGRAPHY WHATSOEVER. I JUST THREW IT TOGETHER AT THE LAST MINUTE AND SAID I WAS DONE", then no. You need to work on the lay-out as much as you work on your biography. No, my way isn't really the standard. There are tons of professional ways to do it and that's what I'm talking about; yours isn't professional whatsoever.

Now, you've got to keep it simple. I'm not saying make it flamboyant when you spice it up but just don't make it boring. Going off your lay-out version, here's what I would improve on.

The name. Please please please get that glowing shadow stuff out. Not all sites have that function so it's best not to use it at all. Get a font that's nice. Also, why would you put Batface twice (you had the massive neon sign of a name then "Name" right under the bones thing or whatever that was.) Here, redoing yours.</sub>

Batface

definition here

male
56 moons
serenityclan
warrior

Looks:
Looks go here

Persona:
Personality goes here

History:
History goes here

Other:
Whatever

Codeword:
Y'know

[(aurora) of the problematique]

<sub>See...I had another thing to post here but my internet is being a goddamn ***hole so I'm just going to give you one of things.

Alright, Mimpphi makes some of the least complicated Lay-outs and her biographies are excellent. They're not my standard as you claim are normal here but they're still good. Why?

Umberkit

Take a look at her Umberkit. She keeps to a color scheme of blue, uses size 1 font to keep her typing neat and orderly, spaces out her things so we can tell what's what, and has decent paragraphs that aren't spelling/grammar error ridden.

Your next task will be to flesh out Batface and I want you to use Mimpphi's Umberkit as an example for what you should do, okay? Forget the fancy lay-outs for now. We can work on that later. You are a good biography maker but your errors outweigh your good deeds. : )</sub>

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

i just posted and it didnt work. how very frustrating.

What is 'flesh out,' im not hip to your lingo.

[(aurora) of the problematique]

<sub>XD Hip to my lingo.

Flesh out means to build on something skeletal. Giving it life, etc.</sub>

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

Personality:

Batface is a Senior Warrior whose bravado soon wore off as his pelt dulled, lost its luster and he wasted all his youthful energy. Never known to be smart or helpful Batface soon earned the credits of, 'Handsome and Strong,' period. Nothing else seems to bubble beneath his ragged pelt, his mind is pure instinct and nothing else for Batface is a very dumb old brute.

He's kind enough, Batface's subconsciousness knows enough to whisper into his ear kind sugar-coated, honey-glazed words that are sure to win a she-cats heart and a toms approval. He's not clever and often knows nothing about what hes telling you, only that he's heard it before and it sounded cool sophisticated. The tom sees life as a step by step plan that doesn't have any alternatives, if it were to fail then he might go insane, life was from kit, to apprentice, warrior, elder, then StarClan. There is nothing but StarClan and their rule. He's a great form of portable-cat propaganda!

He's a washed out, old has-been, fighting machine, who used to scream words like, 'macho, strong, tough, bold, etc.' As time went on and he lost his strength the guy became a Clan version of a D Lister at a Hollywood party, not really excluded but frowned upon and laughed at. He thankfully hasn't realized the real warriors that, 'matter,' roll their eyes at his antics.

Not exactly the most charitable cat in the world Batface is still corely a strong believer in right and wrong and would help any Clanmate out if they needed him. Batface doesn't have a temper but he isn't a smooth, calm cat. Expressive is a good way to describe him when it comes to feelings, he isn't very afraid to let even the fiercest, best cat know what he thinks-- good or bad.

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

Winterkit


Winterkit~fate
cold weather
she-kit
3 moons
Serenity C.
Kit

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Looks

Winterkit is a small, gentle little kit. Her fur would be soft as cashmere and fine as it too, for she was born a kitty-pet and a well bred one at that! A grey and white, splashed together to make a miniature Snow-White Tigress out of Winterkit. Her fur is long and warm, if a cat was to brush pelts with the small she-kit he would immediately comment on the texture of her flank. She has a certain air of royalty--or a royal poser.

Tiny, miniature, small, wimpy, runtish, all are good words to describe the physique of Winterkit. Sadly, her would be nice fur is overshadowed by her being underfed. It shows on her pocket-sized body, her ribs are visible and bones jut out from most everywhere. Even her tail is skinny although very fluffy like the rest of her fur. Winterkit is a starving little one who will with time and nurture grow bigger and more, 'slim,' than, anorexic.

She has eyes that reflect a dark past or a looking future. Brittle and ice-like this kit's eyes are cold and menacing, although the owner is rather different to say the least. They are a color not blue, nor silver but very fair and flecked with shards of crystalline ice particles. They dominate the rest of her body and take away any doubts a cat may have that she is too kittypet-ish to Ive among st the Clans.

Actions

She is not very kind, nor selfless. Like many kits Winterkit cannot see past her cute pint-sized nose and has sees no appeal in knowing what goes on in other cats heads. She is not evil, Winterkit is an immature, innocent youth not a plotting master-mind but still she radiates an aura that could only be described as wintery and dark.

Yes, maybe she could be called playful but not nice-- Winterkit is far too shy to ever have a long enough conversation with somebody else to be judged a bad kitten or a good kitten. She feels lonely and overly judged for her almost surely kitty-pet roots. Winterkit would be a fine, loyal friend to anybody who would be willing to take the time to get to know her.

She has protecting herself, subconsciously made a wall of thick ice and glass that takes more than a sturdy hammer to knock down, only time and the thawing of her cool defenses would ever a cat find Winterkit's lovely side within. Inside she is really just afraid of being hurt mentally and physically and her brain has equipped her with the ability to block any early memories of things that would make her sad. She thus does not know any pain and is oblivious, youthful and innocent of any crime but self-preservation.

A part of her knows when she has a mentor to discipline her and see her every day, patiently guide her toward a better light and keep her from falling to pieces everything will be OK. Hope is within her and if Winterkit just let fate take her hand and pull her along things might get better for the cold, lonely Winterkit.

History

Winterkit was found in the middle of the coldest season of the year by a half kittypet, half Clan warrior who was patrolling. The mews of the small she-kit were heard even over the howling wind and crying drip-drop rain. As the warrior approached he heard a whisper call, 'Good-bye Winter,' and walked toward the voice finding Winterkit. The small one was shaking and looked pitiful, none of this mattered though for around her neck was a pale blue ribbon. Timehand, the warrior shuddered and knew she was an abandoned kittypet, taking her by the scruff of her neck he took her to his vain sister who had just had kits only two days ago. The pale Grey and white kit fit in with the rest of her litter and Timehand's sister never fully noticed Winterkit was an outsider's youngen. Winterkit, Timehand, 'reminded,' his sister of the youngest kitten she had claiming Winterkit has been born when she was falling into a drowsy sleep. Nobody said a word even if they were suspicious and Winterkit grew up a silent little pretty-thing.

Moons passed and she grew up among her siblings, Frostkit, Icekit, Snowkit, and Whitekit who were all snow-white kits with distinct grey eyes. Winterkit managed to convince herself she was one of them... she has never doubted the lies behind her uncles coddling words, else she find out something she does not want to know and ruin her perfect charade-game.[/blockquote]

In Character: --

Relationships/Kin
Foster Uncle-Timehand
Foster Mom-Bluebell
Foster Sis-Frostkit
Foster Bros-Icekit, Snowkit, Whitekit

Other: Her color is white.
Codewords: painting portraits of ghosts.

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[(aurora) of the problematique]

<sub>While a good biography, I did notice some holes.

You missed my whole spiel about coloring and/or bolding the headers so that it's easier to tell everything apart.

Also, you say that her fur is soft and pretty, but then you say she's underfed. It would probably be more accurate to say that her fur will be soft and pretty once she gets older and grows into her body. If a cat is underfed, it shows beyond their weight. Their pelt becomes dingy and can fall out. If there is/will be a time difference, please put it in :]</sub>

[all out JINX ♥]

so it doesn't seem so clustered
you could put the family like:

family ]]
mother--Icejewel
father--Dancingfire
brother--Whisperwind
sister--Riversoul
sister--Melodykit

<sub>put the family in a column and at least either bold or italicize father, mother, etc. even if their dead put the names there but unkown I think ish fine.... then you can either cross out the name or write - [deceased] next to it.

and these names are copyrighted from one of my charries, please only use them in examples in this thread</sub>

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

Okey-Dokey, anyways thank you Rogue!!!! Thank you Aurrie!!! but continuing on before I'm tempted to make another little kitteh's who -giggle- after my country vacation has suddenly been created -dances with Cactustail and Aroyaflame-

I'm being a bit lazy and slightly too... yeah just lazy to fix that now but shall we continue on with ol' Batface?

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{Yup. Just fill out his biography and I'll grade you on how you did.}

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

I just tried to make his bio and like died. That was so... terrible. Ill try doing it later.

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

Batface
my bones have rusted.
my heart has iced over.


male
70 moons<---is that a good age
serenityclan
warrior


Looks- His fur is scraggly and grey, his eyes dim, and his bones creak. To sum it all up in one word Batface is old. Its nothing to be ashamed about, but Batface screams, 'unhappy.' His posture, the furrow of his brow and the look in his eyes is like a wounded old dog being beaten and not able to take it after so many years of torment. Batface has amber-going-on-red eyes that look dusty and dim, he cannot see too far before him; Batface also jumps every time a cat comes at him from the right side. His senses have dulled with time and over exertion.

The fur covering the sack of bones that moan and groan about too much work is a dark color between grey, brown and black--or at least it used to be. Batface is now more silver then any of those colors and very ashamed of of it. As if he didn't already have bad senses, brittle claws and yellowed, cracked teeth, his fur is like a blazing neon sign proclaiming, 'I'm old.' The Senior Warrior is ashamed of his looks and often goes out only in the dead of night and pre-dawn hours to catch food for his clan mates who go out in the early morning.

Pitiful little quirks, his claws break easily and it pains him so much he can barely manage not to yell aloud every time one snaps. Batface imagines the snap of bones would hurt just as much although hes really just a wussy who doesn't know enough pain any more now that his youth has come to a rapid end. A big, burly cat Batface is known as an amazing old fighter. Batface used up his pool of strength to fast and has become an Elder before his time.

One of the only things shockingly similar about the Batface of know and the Batkit of yesteryear is his huge, bat-like ears. Seriously you could fit your hand in his ear, they are huge and Batface has lost some of his ability to hear but that is his best sense still, he used to be said to be able to hear all the way to BrightClan with those big satellites. This paired with his beady red eyes and dark coloring were the reasons Batpaw became Batface.

Attitude- Batface is a Senior Warrior whose bravado soon wore off as his pelt dulled, lost its luster and he wasted all his youthful energy. Never known to be smart or helpful Batface soon earned the credits of, 'Handsome and Strong,' period. Nothing else seems to bubble beneath his ragged pelt, his mind is pure instinct and nothing else for Batface is a very dumb old brute.

He's kind enough, Batface's subconsciousness knows enough to whisper into his ear kind sugar-coated, honey-glazed words that are sure to win a she-cats heart and a toms approval. He's not clever and often knows nothing about what hes telling you, only that he's heard it before and it sounded cool sophisticated. The tom sees life as a step by step plan that doesn't have any alternatives, if it were to fail then he might go insane, life was from kit, to apprentice, warrior, elder, then StarClan. There is nothing but StarClan and their rule. He's a great form of portable-cat propaganda!

He's a washed out, old has-been, fighting machine, who used to scream words like, 'macho, strong, tough, bold, etc.' As time went on and he lost his strength the guy became a Clan version of a D Lister at a Hollywood party, not really excluded but frowned upon and laughed at. He thankfully hasn't realized the real warriors that, 'matter,' roll their eyes at his antics.

Not exactly the most charitable cat in the world Batface is still corely a strong believer in right and wrong and would help any Clanmate out if they needed him. Batface doesn't have a temper but he isn't a smooth, calm cat. Expressive is a good way to describe him when it comes to feelings, he isn't very afraid to let even the fiercest, best cat know what he thinks-- good or bad.

Definitely the shallowest tom-cat in the Clan, some muse he would have made a good gossiping old queen but although he flirts a lot, Batface was never one to settle down and have a family. He always thought he would stay young and good looking forever and now theres nothing left to him, the poor cat is like a peanut thats insides were eaten and now a shell of what used to be a tasty not is all that is left.

History- He was born, raised and will die in SerenityClan. Batface always saw his life divided into 5 paragraphs/sentences.

Before he was born... his mother was sick and weak, if not for his strong papa's genes the it's within Morningdew might have been lost as she slowly unraveled and died. Coyotebreath, his father mourned his mate before she could even die.

Kithood was fine for Batface, he grew up in a time where kit's were allowed more freedoms under his leaders rule. This all changed rapidly when one day the still alive Morningdew took her kits outside, Batkit, Nutkit, and Seakit laughed and played but then it got... serious, Seakit taunted the only girl of the three, Nutkit and dared her to go into the woods. She was a stubborn, strong young kit and did, a storm started and Nutkit was never found. Morningdew became very quite and was moved in with the Elders as she rapidly grew sicker and sicker. Morningdew never spoke and left Coyotebreath to raise his two tom-kits.

Apprenticeship passed quickly for Batpaw as he grew into a fine, skilled young fighter and soon left everybody in the dust--including Seapaw, Seapaw was a snappy and selfish tom who hated life in general, one day he attempted to kill a fellow apprentice and fled the scene. The apprentice grew close to Batpaw and he protected her fiercely. Most everybody watched the two and thought they would become mates but they didn't, Batpaw still flirted with every she-cat in the Clan and the girl, Turqoiusepaw grew up to be a Queen for her whole life after getting pregnant at 13 moons and staying in the Nursery ever after, supplying her Clan with many kits.

Warriorhood was the glory days for Batface as he fought his way to the top, he was thought to become a leader one day but a medicine cat of those days warned the new leader Batface was to crazy and stupid to have such powers as being a Deputy. Ever after he hated medicine cats and Batface began to be meaner and meaner, a dark cloud in the sunny skies of a peaceful time. These are among Coyotebreath's last moons although him and Batface were never that close after Morningdew died (shortly after Seapaw went insane)

Seniority is when a cats opinion is respected as an elderly warrior with much wisdom but Batface had neither wisdom or respect. he was know as a dumb barbarian and when he lost his strength... there is no shining light for Batface to follow and emerge into a new life that is better and happier than he was when he fought for blood lust and pride. Batface is doomed to be old until StarClan takes him.

Family__________________
Mother- Morningdew
Father- Coyotebreath
Siblings- Nutkit & Seapaw_

Other- brain dead i am... elderly cats are hard to make.

Password- Painting Portraits Of Ghosts

[(aurora) of the problematique]

56 moons isn't elderly, tbh, unless it's a veteran cat (like Dragonrush).

Anyway, grading time.

You did better on this than the Briarpaw thing, which was all just one massive paragraph for each category. However, I saw a lot of run-ons, mis-use of apostrophes ("its" and "it's" seem to really stab you, don't they?), and some other grammar errors.

Batface has amber going on red eyes that look dusty and dim, he cannot see too far before him and jumps every time a cat comes at him from the right side.

I would suggest hyphenating. "Amber-going-on-red". Also run-on sentence. There should be a semi-colon or period between dim and he.

As if he didn't already have bad senses, brittle claws and yellowed, cracked teeth his fur is like a blazing neon sign proclaiming, 'I'm old.'

Put a comma after teeth. Well, throughout this bio, there's some comma issues, but I won't list them all.

Roastbreath, his father mourned his mate before she could even die.

Roast is delicious but cats wouldn't have a clue what it is. Anything beyond Scorched and Burnt/Burn/Burned is pushing it. I suggest an animal, since you have 'breath', so Wolfbreath, Jaguarbreath, Cougarbreath, etc, would be acceptable.

While on the topic of names, why is he BatFACE if it's his EARS that resemble a bat's? Does his face resemble a bat with its wings outstretched? You can do Bat-ear, but I dunno about your opinions on hyphens. I hate hyphenating names. Usually, if cats' names are based off of features (Pandaheart, he's got a big heart; Dragonrush, she's a juggernaut in battle who will just charge you down like a dragon on a castle), then the names resemble them. Names like Havocpaw or Marinepaw, not so much. :]

All in all, I give this a B. It's not perfect, but accepted nonetheless after you correct your mistakes.

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

Batface's name is I dunno... Ill make it so his appearance is like a Bat's Face

Roast shall be Coyotebreath.

*corrections

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{There's a coding error by the relationships. Fix that and you're good to go.}

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

yay!


anywho... I see in the C-Box you have an assignment for me? I shall start working on young Briarpaw soon although I am reluctant to change her gender just yet. I'll prob just make two different versions, a female Briarpaw and a male but somehow i think it'll be tricky changing gender without changing her a lot. I have to talk with Rogue about it but with the 6 (i think)new toms made in CC within my time here I'm hoping by the time Briarpaw will be official the whole gender issue might be done.

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{Do whatever. I'm going to start keeping logs on the Clans so I'll have an accurate count of cats so I know what to ban.}

[Cinder! no study! X_X]

ooc- FEMALE VERSION ill do the male one tommorow. One quick question--does this still count as cheating for a high possie or is it different because I already sorta won? I didnt change some parts much but I cleaned it up. I dont wanna shock Rogue with a completely different cat than what she accepted.

Do you know what it's all about
Are you brave enough to figure out
Know that you could set your world on fire
If you are strong enough to leave your doubts


.Briarpaw.
Def: a thorny bush
Gender: Female
Age: 6 moons
Clan: CloudClan
Rank: MC Apprentice

Looks:

Briarpaw, the kits face is a pretty little doll-face-- then again what kit is ugly? All kits are adorable little luffly fur-balls... With her green eyes, the ones that look like they could have been bright and exotic but then the maker decided to dull them down, splashing light and soft colors into them show the world she is an intelligent, kind and caring youngling who is proud to be herself. Her whiskers are funny because unlike the rest of her, they are very long. She has an adorable pink little nose with a deep of grey coloring on top that matches her calico fur color to an extent. Her ears are huge and many warriors, even joke she should have been named Batkit for their vastness. Her face is mostly a mixture of darker brown and greys’ but she has white flecked around it. Her body is as stated above, a calico coloring that is only seen amongst female cats if at all. (Easily changed if I need to change her gender)

If one was to look from the tip of her tail, to her head it would be seen as something similar to the following. Her tail, white with light silver her tail has flecks of an orange only to be called coffee cream, or that off toned wood color that is so popular amongst picture frames and nature cabins. Her back is dark grey with a bit of light grey and that odd orange. Her belly is white and her back legs are dark grey with cute little paws. One of them is brown like hot-coco. Her two front legs are similar to her back ones, but one paw is grey. Moving up those two front-legs flecks of orange are visible. Her chest, her small chest puffed out with pride and honor is the purest white.

Overall Briarpaw is a cute, soft little kit who is still growing but will most likely be a smaller size for the rest of her life. Truly it’s her positive attitude that makes her glow. She shines with a natural light she herself creates.
She’s small but when she straightens herself out and lifts her chin well--Briarpaw looks fierce enough to bite a few heads off and do it with that look all the model-drama-queens who do hair commercials would just love to have!

Briarpaw is wiry and skinny but she does watch her weight, as a very young kit she was a bit tubby shockingly and has decided she doesn’t need to waste the Clans life food on her fat belly.

Briarpaw has one other thing, something that got her her name. On her chest is a cresent that is briar brown, warm like hazeltine chocolate, hot coco, choco-coco-crispies and a bunch of other unhealthy but ever so good foods. It’s a sweet little mark that helps make her look slightly different than most other Calicos. Her great-grand-aunt was said to have the same mark. Not that it’s a sign of greatness or anything, that ancestor was an average-joe but Briarpaw looks to her kin for guidance. She was given a similar mark for a reason.


Personality:

Shes shy. Briarpaw is prone to stuttering and mumbling in front of strangers or cats she does not know well. Her face is easy to read in most situations. Only when she knows its important could she ever tell you a real lie. The kit likes to spin a tail every now and then. Briarpaw would never lie to somebody she trusted, but she is a very accomplished bender of the truth. This apprentice enjoys telling stories and when there are sick kits and she’s treating them, Briarpaw will make sure to make them smile with one of her Clan Famous stories. The kit already has that part of being an Elder down!

She thinks, and dreams. The little she-kit will ponder and think things through even when confronted with a quick, useless question. Briarpaw is a huge help because unlike some older, wiser cats she is always dreaming of newer ways and things that can change. Her way of thinking tells her, 'Well okay, I know its possible to cure this with this, but why don’t I give another herb a try just in case we ever run out!' or something like that. Briarpaw is very calm and easy-going most times, she can keep her head pretty well.

She’s uneasily fazed, as shocking as it may be the twitchy, jumpy kitten is very good at keeping her cool even if her mentor told her shocking, juicy secret. Only when presented with a high pressure, life-changing moment she might just start shaking and getting all nervous suddenly. Her usual calm, accepting schtik just flies out the window and that’s when cats can truly tell she’s still a kit and needs time to grow more experienced. Briarpaw isn’t a real chatty-cathy but she can talk a lot sometimes. If ever there is a large group of cats focused on her she'll start gushing and rambling on for her kind, caring, hospitable nature keeps her from getting too rude when not needed. Its all part of her nervous at first glance ways.

Temper, temper… She does indeed have a huge temper when teased for her jumpiness. That’s when Briarpaw will get very silent and scary enough to give even a seasoned warrior the quivers. Do not mess with her, Briarpaw is tough. That kit will claw your eyes out if you offend her or those she loves. Briarpaw will snap at even her own leader if they’re being annoying while she’s trying to help them. Her temper only ever flares when a snooty apprentice is trying to be smart with her, or a warrior is being annoying. She usually is very friendly.

Briarpaw has a few little quirks that help make her... her. She is very fond of feathers and sometimes sneaks them into her bedding as a soft cushion to help her sleep. She gets really crazy when she gets too close to poppy seeds but besides that is pretty good with other herbs. The she-kit is innocent in the way that she, herself has never experienced very deep trauma but she does know that pain is too real and is prepared to face it down to an extent.

Her bravery leads to foolishness and risk-taking for other cats she may not even know or like! Her bravery is unquestionable; she will gladly lay down her life to save even that of a loner, or kittypet. The reason she was made Medicine Cat Apprentice is not because she’s smart, uneasily fazed, is a dreamer or any of the other things that make her. The real reason Briarpaw was made Emeraldmyth’s apprentice is because her kindness goes to such an extent she cant even hunt for herself without feeling bad killing the prey.

She’s sincere and tries not to tell a lie very often although she enjoys telling partial truths. She doesn’t have a truly mean bone in her body and though she may be a tough little fireball she is sensitive and will get upset if you call her a name or be mean to her for no good reason. A real live-wire, Briarpaw isnt always what she seems to be. Just remember one thing: She is good, she will never try to hurt you. The heart within Briarpaw is huge and she will risk anything to help somebody in pain.

“Do not confuse kindness with weakness or you will find out whose really the weaker one! Don’t mess with me or any of my friends, y’got it?” –Briarkit telling off a bully.

She’s smart and a quick-learn but not wise enough to use all her brains the best way just yet. Only time will tell if Briarpaw will reach the limit of the skies but if she’s taught well, and her skills are honed this kit will most certainly teach a few things to everybody she knows and will be a good medicine cat indeed. Briarpaw refuses to let anything stand in the way of her and more to learn. She loves finding out new things and loves teaching other people about it later. There’s only one exception to that, if she even, ‘learned,’ a juicy tid-bit of gossip she wouldn’t go blab about it to everybody, Briarpaw will just tell who it concerns, or not anybody at all!

"Im going to be a medicine cat, I’m going to be the best one there ever was and Im going to get wise and cure sickness' with new ways and herbs! Nobody will get in the way of my dreams. Im the one who will be looked up to one day..." --Briarkit being slightly stubborn and bold as she explains to Emeraldmyth why she needs to be the medicine cat apprentice.

how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home

Not to say she’s invincible, her little quirks, feather obsession, temper, etc all help make her a person but she has one morel little problem. Briarpaw sometimes feels as though she cant bear to go on, some part of her died when her brother did and though she cant remember him she cant help but forget him either. A determination, a dark depression, both help her become herself but it isn’t funny or heroic. She’s scared to death being so sad she can’t help but wonder why she’s alive but still she carries on with gracefulness, hope and faith in StarClan. Such feelings are not uncommon but they give her character and depth that is not seen amongst young cats such as herself very often. This is also her greatest secret for she knows if any cat was to find her guilty of acting so--petrified of herself they would call her unstable, or a freak. She could never handle such a thing.

On that note I leave you to think of this smart, caring, beautiful, independent, shy, jumpy, deep, lively, cat. She was made to be herself but all and all, even after everything she's still just a person and even if she is a medicine cat to be she would love to be treated that way by all. She would love to have a strong bond with her mentor that goes across boundaries into a place called friendship. What cat would deny a kit that?

History:

Her mother Brightdance moons before even thinking of having a second litter of kits went into labor and had one little tom, Nighthawk. Nighthawk’s father is unknown and thus, Briarpaw’s small family was started. Moons later, when Nighthawk was a bold young warrior he learned of his mothers pregnancy and felt pure resentment towards whoever the kit was to be. He cursed his mother for having more kits and told her wasn’t he enough? Brightdance’s new mate Truefire in turn hated Brightdance’s first kit.

Soon Briarkit and Icekit were born and Nighthawk forgot his petty little problems with them. He fell in love with his small brother and sister and soon the family was happy (enough) again. Briarpaw’s first moons were filled with love and bliss, untainted by family feuds, drought, famine, fights, or spite. She grew up to think everybody would be this way. Some say it was fortunate that death touched the family or else Briarpaw would have been too shocked by the real world. Icekit died and Briarkit fell into a deep and terrible nothingness. A moon passed and she felt her brother come to her in her dreams, Icekit smiled and she smelled poppy-seeds. Ever after Briarkit had made up her mind that she would be medicine cat.

Truly the poppy-seed smell had nothing to do with her dream but it set a chain of events that would lead to shy Briarkit asking Emeraldmyth if she could be her apprentice and growing into the fine young cat she is (not to mention bold) Life went on and Briarkit grew up to be a good little youngling. Her mother and father were pleased with her attitude with life and smile down upon her. Even bitter Nighthawk loves his sister with a passion and Briarpaw knows that she will grow up to be the best medicine cat ever as long as she has her adoring family, her mentor, her clan and all the friends she has in it. Briarpaw looks up into the sky and sees all the pain she will feel, the hardships she will face and still she goes on. Yeah, she’s young and foolish and has a lot to learn about how bad life can really be but she’s willing to give it a try. What else is she gonna do? Just die?

This cat has spunk and refuses to just bow down and give up. Tellling her to do otherwise would be like killing a part of her to sacred and important for Briarpaw to go on living without (I plan on saying her parents died or ran off together so that’ll add a little twist for her and Emeraldmyth to get over in a few moons)

In Character:

Briarpaw ran, she ran faster than her small paws could carry her. A voice in the mist called to her, telling her it needed help. All was silent for a moment and Briarpaw forced herself to run faster.
It didn’t help. As she stumbled and fell Briarpaw landed right in front of one of the most terrifying things she could ever witness. Two dead bodies still warm lie before her. Truefire and Brightdance, father and mother, her most beloved were cooling as the light in their eyes faded and Briarpaw only could sit there and scre—A sharp gasp. A shaking kit jumped to her feet as the rain continued to pound against the roof of her beloved medicine cat den. It had been only two days in her knew home but Briarpaw’s dark dreams had followed her. The night was a terrible time for the kit and she only hoped that Emeraldmyth would not wake for her heavy breathing and shivering.
Muttering to herself she stared out into the gloomy darkness outside. Trapped, that was what had happened to her, she had been trapped with no visible escape taunted by the outside where buckets of rain fell from the skies above. Kept from rest by nightmares she could only hope were not visions sent to her by StarClan the kit was doomed to nights of staring anxiously from her mentor to the outside world where the night sounds were the only thing that kept her from going insane with lack of—everything.
“Morning will be here as the moon sets and the sun rises,” she whispered to herself over and over again squeezing her eyes shut tightly. The sun’l be out tomorrow, la deed a da… yeah that was all fine and true but what would she do right now?
Impatient as ever Briarpaw kneaded the dirt floor beneath her and took a deep calming breath. She needed to keep her cool, maybe even try to fall asleep again before Emeraldmyth had to wake her up in the middle of sorting herbs or even eating food. Maybe you should just tell her a part of the young apprentice screamed. It was reasonable enough but somehow she found herself being secretive. A natural trait of hers, what they don’t know wont hurt you.
“Yeah, the sun better come out."
A startle. (sorry for sorta god-modding) Emeraldmyth rustled in her beddings. Briarpaw darted across the den and nearly flew into her small, 'nest,' composed off fine moss and many pretty feathers. Briarpaw shook with fear at being found out by her mentor. What would Emeraldmyth do? Would she ask to return Briarpaw for a better apprentice because she was too restless. A part of the young cat knew otherwise but she couldnt help but worry. It was silly, petty little problem but, Briarpaw needed to be assured that all would calm and life would go on in a better fashion. At least--she hoped that would be the effect.
No jinksing.... I hope i didnt jinks it!!!

Briarpaw’s Family Tree:
Siblings- Nighthawk and Icekit.
Parents- Brightdance and Truefire
Uncles and Aunts- Dahliasong

Other: Briarpaw is an original charry I have never used this bio on another site but it is similar to others. None of this is copied from anybody else’s work.

Codewords: Painting Portraits of Ghosts

Lyrics: Kerli's 'Walking On Air.' and Evenescence's 'Bring Me to Life.'