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🍂 B A S I C S 🍂
🍂 Name: Briarkit, Briarpaw, Briarmist
🍂 Rank: Warrior of The Revenants || "The Fool"
🍂 Age: 36 Moons
🍂 Gender: Tom
🍂 Sexuality: Demisexual-Homoromanticxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
🍂 Parents: Apsenleap(Mother, Deceased), Driftstorm(Father, Deceased)
🍂 Siblings: Nightflower(Sister)
🍂 Crush: None Yet
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🍂 L O O K S 🍂
🍂 Breed: Birman & Norwegian Forest Cat
🍂 Eye Color: Bright Forest Green
🍂 Appearance: Briarmist is a small tom with soft fur and a big
fluffy tail. He has a medium brown tabby markings
back, face and tail with tiny peeks of orange. His
chest, legs and lower jaw look like he was dunked
in white ink. He smells like sage and mint.
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🍂 S T A T S 🍂
Strength: ●●○○○xxxConstitution: ●●○○○xxCombat: ●●●○○
Dexterity: ●●●●○xxSpeed: ●●●●○xxxxxxxxStealth: ●●●●○
Wisdom: ●●○○○xxxxIntelligence: ●●●○○xxCharisma: ●●○○○
Hunting: ●●●●○xxxxAffectionate: ●●●●●xGuilt: ●●●●●
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🍂 I N S I D E 🍂
🍂 Personality: Briarmist has a difficult time with language. This
generally manifests through him relying on body language and single-
word sentences to get his point across. When he needs to speak, it
is halting and awkward, but not broken. He will pause frequently,
mumble, or use Malapropisms, but he is a perfectionist and is
frustrated when he doesn't use perfect grammar or pronunciation.
At times he will be unable to find the words for a particular thought.
He is compassionate above all else. He values life, and protecting it
is his highest priority. He will not hesitate to put himself in danger to
save others, and does not tolerate killing. Anyone who dies on his
watch weighs heavily on his conscience, even if there was nothing he
could’ve done to stop it. He does not let go of these “failures” easily.
He has little regard for societal norms and expectations. While
generally caring and compassionate, he often comes across as rude.
This includes a tendency to lurk in the shadows, and his bad habit of
coming and going without warning. He is fond of friendly jibes and
snark, usually but not always expressed nonverbally. His sense of
humor is slightly unconventional, but usually good-natured. He wears
his heart on his sleeve. He is very emotional, and his past trauma can
make him emotionally vulnerable, especially because of his lack of
communicative skills. His emotions show through his entire body,
even when he doesn’t vocalize them.
🍂 Plus traits: Serious, Natural tactical thinker, Adaptability,
Affectionate
🍂 Negative traits: Takes mess ups very personally and holds onto a
lot of guilt, Has trouble talking at times
🍂 Theme Song: Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) By Aurora
& Something Wild By Lindsey Stirling
🍂 Personality: Briarmist has a difficult time with language. This
generally manifests through him relying on body language and single-
word sentences to get his point across. When he needs to speak, it
is halting and awkward, but not broken. He will pause frequently,
mumble, or use Malapropisms, but he is a perfectionist and is
frustrated when he doesn't use perfect grammar or pronunciation.
At times he will be unable to find the words for a particular thought.
He is compassionate above all else. He values life, and protecting it
is his highest priority. He will not hesitate to put himself in danger to
save others, and does not tolerate killing. Anyone who dies on his
watch weighs heavily on his conscience, even if there was nothing he
could’ve done to stop it. He does not let go of these “failures” easily.
He has little regard for societal norms and expectations. While
generally caring and compassionate, he often comes across as rude.
This includes a tendency to lurk in the shadows, and his bad habit of
coming and going without warning. He is fond of friendly jibes and
snark, usually but not always expressed nonverbally. His sense of
humor is slightly unconventional, but usually good-natured. He wears
his heart on his sleeve. He is very emotional, and his past trauma can
make him emotionally vulnerable, especially because of his lack of
communicative skills. His emotions show through his entire body,
even when he doesn’t vocalize them.
🍂 Plus traits: Serious, Natural tactical thinker, Adaptability,
Affectionate
🍂 Negative traits: Takes mess ups very personally and holds onto a
lot of guilt, Has trouble talking at times
🍂 Theme Song: Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) By Aurora
& Something Wild By Lindsey Stirling
🍂 T H ExxB A C K S T O R Y 🍂
🍂 History: Briarkit was the third kit in the litter but was only one
of the two in that litter that survived. His mother Aspenleap had
been weak the whole pregnancy which resulted in the other three
being still born. Briarkit was born weak and sickly and spent quite
a bit of time in the medicine cat's den recovering. His sister Nightkit,
joined him as much as she could and the duo become inseparable.
Because of how weak he was he quickly found himself being heavily
protected by his sister and relying on her steadfast strength. Their
bond was so tight that when the time came that they were to
become apprentices Nightpaw joined Briarpaw on his path to
becoming a warrior. They spent every moment possible training
together but something felt off during those four moons. He would
catch Nightpaw staring longingly at the medicine cats den and he
began to suspect that she wanted to follow a different path in life.
It wasn't until they were sixteen moons old that the the truth came
out. Nightpaw wanted to be a medicine cat. As sad as he was to
no longer be able to train by his sister's side he supported her choice.
It wasn't long after that he was given his warrior name, Briarmist. A
proud Corvidclan warrior Briarmist strove to prove that he was worthy
of being a warrior. That is until a truth was revealed to him and he
began to feed information to the revenants. When he was pronounced
a traitor he abandoned the clan he loved so much and found refuge
with the revenats. In the battle he was forced to fight those he had
grown up with and loved.
