Featherbrook

**Featherbrook** is a cinnamon tabby tom with moss green eyes. He is a warrior of LakeClan.

## Family

### Siblings

Four unnamed kittypets, several stillborns

## Description

### Personality

Like the rest of his Clan, Featherbrook is a relatively carefree tomcat; he is often quite relaxed and untroubled by much, and enjoys making friends with other cats, including cats from different Clans. He is especially excited about making friends with his SteppeClan and MoonClan neighbors, despite the latter's far less friendly attitude, and often daydreams about a prosperous future free from any conflict. He hardly seems to have trouble, and enjoys serving LakeClan to the best of his ability.

Despite this, he appears mature and sophisticated to most of his Clanmates, often listening to others around him and recognizing numerous epiphanies in his environment. However, this doesn't continue into his battle prowess; he is shy and cowardly in battle, evading most scenarios when he needs to fight. His cowardice continues beyond dueling, extending into his actions as well. He despises confrontation, and tough questions, even minor, often overwhelm him.

While he does retain a mostly introverted nature, it is quietly rumored that Featherbrook is a passionate lover. Despite him being most comfortable around a small group and needs to take time to himself in order to clear his head, he develops swift crushes and admires them from afar. However, the awkwardness that comes from this makes him try to evade the crush as long as possible, even if he knows the cat likes him back, yet strong admiration for the cat in question will get him dropping small gifts like shells by their dens or meals. He's aware this love may be unrequited and not returned, but that doesn't matter to him; the admiration alone gives him comfort.

## History

Born to two loners outside of LakeClan territory as **Colby**, Featherbrook grew up mostly on his own; he spent most of his kithood fishing small minnows out of the nearby Twoleg-packed pond and playing in the water. Most cats, including his parents, found it strange that he enjoyed the water, but he didn't care. He enjoyed spending time by the water, and he wished for it to continue, alongside his family.

This fantasy, unfortunately, didn't really last for him. At twelve moons, the cinnamon tom found himself becoming more and more uncomfortable with the Twoleg presence by the lake, and sought out a new place to go. Fortunately, he did have an encounter with a LakeClan cat - however, he didn't want to leave his family behind, and chose not to follow them back to their camp. It was at this time that he learned of his mother and father expecting a litter of kits, which had made him quite excited. Not only was he the runt and sole survivor of his litter, he had also known that his mother had had trouble with bearing survivors as a whole; she had given birth to stillborns in the past.

While the excitement kept him interested in staying with his family and providing for his mother, he could sense something was wrong. Twolegs had evidently noticed the queen walking around, and he woke up one morning to find her yowling - but not in birth. Instead, she had been yelling for him and his father. Despite their best efforts, they were unable to save her, and this destroyed the cinnamon tabby tom. He had wanted a sibling with all his heart, and now would never have one, and he ran to LakeClan with a new, angered feeling in his belly.

He joined almost immediately as **Featherpaw,** which, admittedly, felt weird, being the oldest of any and all apprentices, but he matured quickly under Lakestar and Raincloud. He seemed prideful of the name he'd gotten; he had wanted to choose his warrior name after his mother, who he could only presume had died in Twoleg care, and became **Featherbrook** within a few moons. Since then, he has been serving LakeClan with utmost loyalty, and has not forgotten Lakestar's kindness in taking him in after what happened.

### Roleplay

**Featherbrook** is introduced in the crowd of warriors listening to Rainstar appoint apprentices after a Gathering, admiring the leader's kind nature. He then remarks internally about how he should go hunting for the elders, and curiously wonders about Mossfeather and her apprentices. He recalls the position of his shell collection, noting that he should retrieve more shells for it while he's out, and waits patiently for the ceremonies to end before leaving.

As he heads out, he wonders if he'll see any SteppeClan neighbors while he's out, then shakes his head and refocuses on his goals, oblivious to any commotions back in camp. He comes to the edge of the lakefront and begins to paw around for his shell collection, finding it quickly and remarking on it before turning to find another in the water. He places it under the stone, then considers the prospect of something better before turning back to hunt again.

## Gallery

**Life**

WIP

## Trivia

* He has a secret collection of shells hidden near the lake.