Brightpelt, She-cat //Forestclan//

[alliekat]

Name: Brightpelt
Age: 18 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ForestClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Color: Yellow
Description:

Brightpelt's pelt is as her name states, bright. Her fur is a bright golden tabby. Her stripes are just a little bit darker than her normal color altogether. Her tail-tip, face, chest, and paws are all white. She has a scar across her white chest and also has a scar along her spine.

Personality:

Brightpelt is very friendly. Wise for her age, but not as wise as elders. She sometimes goes in a little too far over her head and gets herself into some deep water. It's not that she's a bad cat, it's that she's very stubborn and also too curious. She doesn't let anything stop her from doing what she thinks is right. She loves following her heart.

History:

When Brightpelt was born, it was a very peaceful birth, but when she was a kit, it was a nightmare. She was always sneaking behind patrols and looking outside. She would sneak out and take the other kits and create havoc in the clan. When she was an apprentice, she was a little better, still doing things she wasn't supposed to. She learned a lot of lessons that way though. Brightpelt has learned not to stick her nose far into other people's buisness when she was an apprentice. At a gathering, she heard two warriors from a different clan talking about their clan's problems. So, Brightpelt thought that they needed her help. She crossed the border and a patrol saw her. They would've clawed her into shreds if a Forestclan patrol didn't find them, she was knocked unconcious and had to be carried back to camp. All of her cuts were healed completely except for two. The two scars that remain are the scar on her chest and spine.

RP Example:

Brightpelt glided swiftly, on her paws, creeping towards the mouse. She kept as light as possible. Her tail low, but not touching the ground. She held her breath and waited the mouse paused, and stopped nibbling on its seed. Brightpelt held as still as she could. The mouse went back to nibbling. 'This is my chance', she thought. She took one more glide and she was a tail-length away from it. She pounced, pinning the poor mouse down, it didn't have a chance against one of the best hunters in the clan. She killed it with a swift bite on the neck. She thanked Starclan for her catch and scratched earth over it. She'd come back for it later.