Brindlepaw

Brindlepaw

Name -  Brindlepaw
Nickname(s) - None
Age - 6 Moons
Gender - She-cat
S.0 - Unknown
Rank - Apprentice



Personality


Positive -
Great Tenacity, Memorization (after the first couple times) is amazing, Eagerness, Fiesty

Negative -
Speech Issue, Frail/Weak, Reckless

Likes -
Her siblings, Playing, Learning, Trying New things

Dislikes -
Being called little/runt, Being scolded, Having trouble with her speech, not being good enough



Physical

Body Structure -
Brindlepaw is a beautiful kit, no doubt about that. She is also a very tiny little thing, but size doesn’t matter. Forget that she was the runt of her litter, forget that her mother mistreated her, forget that she is small; she is just as big as any and all of her siblings. Mind over matter is her motto. She acts big, so why can't she pretend she is big? It's the thought that counts, right? Whatever, she's just gonna think what she wants to think and doesn't care what anyone else says. It's best not to comment around her about this (the size issue) either, she tends to be a little sensitive about this subject. So don't talk to her about her size, unless you want to be chewed into little tiny pieces by her kit teeth. It also doesn't help that she barely knows how to walk, and has short legs. Such a great idea for trying to run, right?

Pelt -
The little she-cat is in simple terms, a brown tabby cat, but really she is so much more than that. All shades of brown cover her body. When she was younger her body did not appear to have any tabby markings, her fur had been so dark. But in the past moon or so her fur has become a little brighter and a lighter brown. Around her facial area, the brown is extremely light, almost a tan color and leads down her muzzle. Because she is so small the tabby markings look more like spots than lines. She will continue to lighten up in color up until warrior age and the stripes will be able to be seen much easier.

The cutest part on Brindlepaw would have to be her tail. It matches her body, very short. This also sums up her legs. Short legs, short paws, short everything it seems like with this cat. It goes along great with her short body. She can easily be mistaken for a kit, and will never grow larger than what she is now. She can easily be carried around however, her entire life. Finally she has short fur to round it all out.

Eyes-
Cloudy blue/gray

Abilities


Mental:
Intelligence | •••••••••º
Maturity | •ººººººººº
Hostility | •••ººººººº
Over all Temperament | ••••••ºººº
Vanity | •ººººººººº
Resourcefulness | •••••ººººº

Talents:
Fighting/Sparring | •••ººººººº
Hunting | ••••••ºººº
Swimming | ••••••ºººº
Self-Healing | •••ººººººº
Stamina | ••••ºººººº
Sprint | ••••••ºººº
Reflexis | •••ººººººº
Stealth | ••••••ºººº

Senses:

Hearing | ••••••••ºº
Sight | ••••••ºººº
Sensing | ••••••ºººº
Awareness | ••••••ºººº

Social


Neutral • | Acquaintance •• | Familiar •••
Forming Bond • | Friend •• | Close Friend ••• | Family ••••
Unsure • | Stands Up For •• | Protects ••• | Protects With Life ••••
Respect • | Follower •• | Devotion •••
Interested • | Crush •• | Love •••
Threat • | Intimidated •• | Fear •••
Bitter • | Spite •• | Hatred •••

History

Before Birth
Life was wonderful, serene, and just about perfect. They had one kit who was on his way to being a warrior. Brownpaw was nearing nine moons and close to the halfway mark of apprenticeship. He was loved by both parents and was a strong, healthy kit, always had been. He was exceptional at hunting and battle training. So when Gingerclaw and Twigleaf decided they wanted another kit just like Brownpaw, no one blamed them. Soon enough Twigleaf found she was expecting her second litter of kits. They already had one perfect kit, why not raise this litter exactly the same? What the two cats didn’t realize is not all cats are born perfect and go through life like Brownpaw.

Birth
The time came when Twigleaf gave birth. First in the litter was a she-cat. The parents were thrilled. They now had a tom and a she-cat. She was identical to her mother, sharing the same brown tabby fur. She was given the name Branchkit, in honor of her look-alike mother. But it didn’t stop at Branchkit. Then came Brackenkit, who was colored similar to his two siblings just a little bit lighter. When it came to size, he was the exact same size as his sister. So far, so good, the parents had two healthy kits. There was a final kit in the litter, but this was large, very large. By the time Briarkit was brought into the world, his mother had passed out from exhaustion. Yes, she had been tired with the first two, but this last kit had taken everything out of her. Briarkit was twice as large as Branchkit and Brackenkit. This kit was named after his mother’s grandfather. Briarkit looked identical to his brother, Brackenkit. It was at this time they were nicknamed “the twins”. This would be a name the two would have for the rest of their lives.

Gingerclaw was beyond ecstatic. He now had a daughter and two new sons. All three of his new kits were healthy. What more could he ask for? It wasn’t until later that the bubble of perfection for the family was broken. Twigleaf had finally awoken from her exhausted state, after being knocked out for over a day, and began to feel sharp pains. She didn’t understand, she felt just like she had before her three kits were born. But it couldn’t be, could it? The medicine cat was quickly summoned and soon a tiny she-cat was placed next to her three siblings. The runt of the litter had been born. Twigleaf scoffed at the kit. She was tiny and frail looking, and barely clinging to life. This kit was weak and born close to two days after her siblings. Twigleaf refused to name the tiny kit, saying she wouldn’t make it beyond the night anyway. However, Gingerclaw was instantly in love with the tiny kit. Since Twigleaf refused, he named the kit Brindlekit in honor of his deceased mother. All the other kits were named after a relative on Twigleaf’s side. But this kit he knew was special. He just had to make sure she lived. Twigleaf was all for abandoning the kit, saying she was tarnishing the other perfect kits. Gingerclaw argued with her and asked that she just take care of Brindlekit until she was old enough to be weaned, then he would take full responsibility of her. Twigleaf agreed only because she had zero hope the kit would last that long.

Kithood
To say that being born weak and small would only give you strength later in life was dumb, and Brindlekit found this out quickly. Not only was she constantly in the medicine cats den with some sort of illness and was so much smaller than her siblings, but she also had a mother that could care less about her. Brindlekit noticed this, and so did her siblings. Her mother had forbade them to come near her. As the other kits grew even larger, she was still the same size. At two moons it really showed just how far behind she was. Her sister and brothers were active and were the pride of her mother. Brindlekit was scorned by her mother and heard the comments that were spoken of her. At two moons she already knew she was hated and not wanted. And why shouldn’t she be? The next closest sibling to her size was Branchkit…and she was at least twice her size. Not only that, but she had been in the medicine cats den more than any of her siblings combined and then some. She practically had her own bed in the medicine cats den (in fact it was just by the herbs and was most likely still warm). She felt isolated , all alone, and weak. Her mother had finally gotten in her head….

Things began to look up for the tiny kit just as she reached her third moon. The promise Gingerclaw made was finally coming true. He had been watching her all along, and enough was enough. The two mates were no more. Gingerclaw became the sole parent figure in Brindlekit’s life. Sure, he still visited his other kits but Brindlekit was his baby. She was now his responsibility. She was the miracle kit. She deserved loved and just time…and he would give her that. When Gingerclaw took Brindlekit away from her mother, he wanted to assess her. Yes, she was so much weaker than her siblings, but she had fire in her. On the positive side the tom found out she had zero problems with seeing or hearing. The negatives list, however, was through the roof. Her speech was severely delayed and simple words she struggled with. It took him quite some time to get “Da da” out of her. With her mother avoiding her for so long, it gave Brindlekit no time to speak, and if she did she was quickly cut off. Without the practice, the kit had just stopped speaking all together or even attempting to. Gingerclaw realized this speech issue would be a long work in progress. Next on the negative side, was that she was severely underdeveloped. Her body had zero muscle and the kit had never playfought with her siblings. She stumbled quite often when she walked and it appeared she had a balance issue. The balance issue affected her ability to run without falling, and it looked like just walking was a struggle. It had seemed as if her mother never let her get up and move around, or maybe it was her frail state. This was another thing that would take time to develop properly. It also didn’t help that because she was frail she couldn’t do anything for too long at a time or her body would pass out from exhaustion. And to top it all off, it seemed as though Brindlekit had a slight mental delay. Gingerclaw could give her a simple command (go to the freshkill pile and grab a mouse and come back) and she would get confused. In this case she went to the pile, picked up the mouse, put it back, and came back to her daddy with a large grin. This is when the tom realized the directions had to be very specific. And sometimes he had to repeat himself multiple times before she could understand. Gingerclaw might be in over his head.

After a moon under her father’s care, Brindlekit could almost not be recognizable. No, she hadn’t grow but now at four moons, she was able to play with others. She wasn’t quite big enough for her littermates but there was a litter of kits that just turned two moons and was more her size and ability level (even if they were actually further mentally developed than she was). Gingerclaw had turned the weak kit into something her mother was still in disbelief of. The stumble was gone when she walked, she still struggled with running but she didn’t fall over nearly as much. Her speech had grown also. More words were in her vocabulary and she could now had no problem saying Da da. Speaking in sentences was still out of the question but at least she wasn’t pointing to what she wanted nearly as much. It may take what she wants to say a little while to come out, but at least it came out now. Following directions was still a struggle, she still had to be told several times before she understood. This was something that would not go away, her brain was just too underdeveloped. She was still in and out of the medicine cats den but at least she now had her father visiting whenever he could. Another moon passed and another milestone was reached. Finally at five moons she was accepted by her littermates. She was deemed well enough to at least interact with them. She still stayed far away from her mother just because she was scared senseless of her mother. She wasn’t able to playfight with her siblings, but she now played mossball and hide-and-go-seek with them. She loved that she had big siblings that actually wanted to play with her. Sure, half the time the words she spoke made no sense, but she was finally not isolated. She still used the younger group to playfight with (even though they were bigger than her now and it was getting to the point of them being too big to play with her), but she mostly stuck nearby her siblings. She spent every moment she could with them, following them around. They were the ones to make sure she took breaks and not get too exhausted. They taught her the moves the apprentices had taught them. They tried to help with her speech….tried. But Brindlekit did find her help with speech. Brackenkit became her helper. She spent enough time around him that he was able to just about understand her. She relied on him to help her when she couldn’t express what she wanted to. If you looked at the group playing, it looked like three littermates and a much younger sibling playing.

Brindlekit’s true personality soon became to come out. Now that she was with her true siblings and treated like she should (even if her mother still gave her the looks of scariness), she was quite mischievous. It was found out that this little kit was quite the troublemaker. It was a good thing that she was nearing apprentice age or the whole clan would be subjected to her troublemaking ways with her siblings. She was making up for lost times. If she had an idea she would act on it. If a sibling wanted a helper on a scheme, Brindlekit was the first to volunteer. It was hard to punish this kit, her father let her get away with just about everything. It was just so hard to punish a kit who had struggled for so long (and still is, though she won’t admit it) and was now active and proving everyone who doubted her that they were wrong in thinking so. Her body still protested against her if she pushed herself, but she now had her siblings to get her to stop. Half of the time this included literally picking her up (which wasn’t hard to do with the size difference, even between the two she-cats), by the scruff and bringing her back to the nursery. Brindlekit would be complaining and squirming the entire time.

A half moon prior to her reaching her sixth moon, Brindlekit watched her three siblings become apprentices. They were far too large and becoming reckless in the nursery. Besides, they were ready. Brindlekit was sad that she wasn’t joining them but knew she was too little. In fact, she didn’t think she would be an apprentice. Her siblings visited her when they could and it wasn’t as though she was lonely, she still had the younger kits. She also was still recovering from being sick again. The tiny kit just couldn’t catch a break. Her mother still ignored her, but Brindlekit was almost to the point of not caring what she thought anymore. She had her father and siblings behind her, surely that was enough.

Apprenticeship
At six moons the kit that had zero chance of survival at birth and who had a mother that disowned her proved every doubter away and became an apprentice. To this day the only struggles she has are her speech (which will probably never be something she excels at), her weak body, and her mental disability. Still not bad for a kit who started out not being able to do anything at three moons of age. All it took was the time and patience of her father. Brindlekit was now Brindlepaw and had her siblings, father, and friends from the nursery cheering her on.