Brackenheart

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> "*Don't you want to run like you've never run before? To be truly independent? With no Twolegs to yowl at you, just you and me together? We could scale all the trees in the forest!"*"
> ― Brackenheart/Chestnut - to Amber.
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## Physical Description

A golden-brown tabby pelt more erring on the side of brown paired with chestnut-brown paws, tail-tip, and underbelly, a white chest finishes his appearance. Brackenheart is a well-muscled tom, his height averaging in the upper-average / lower-large range.

## Personality

Brackenheart is a very outgoing and friendly cat to those he knows and certainly isn't rude to strangers either. He takes concepts and ideas without fully accepting them, tossing them around in his head, and challenges them. Much to the ire of his Clanmates, who all see things one way in his opinion. They dismiss Brackenheart's nature for light-heartedness and an inability to understand things on a deeper level, while on the contrary, he may think on things more than all of them put together!

His occasional hesitation on topics can make him seem aloof or disliking of others, but Brackenheart tries his best to keep relationships with Clanmates open, unlike the one between his father and himself.

## Skills and Weaknesses

Brackenheart has excelling hunting skills and is well-rounded in the battle sense, but he doesn't give up logic and thought to bloodthirstiness.

Brackenheart loves to be as difficult as possible with cats he could give a mouse-tail about, which has led to cooperative problems in the past.

## Life Chronology

### Kithood

As a kit, Brackenheart, who was known as Chestnut, led a very curious and engaging first few moons. He forced his father to give him Badger Rides, would constantly trip his mother, and enjoyed causing mischief. Nearing the end of his kithood, Brackenheart tried to play leapfrog on Twoleg den windowsills when one crumbled, sending him tumbling to earth and granting a dislocated forepaw, plus a hefty scolding from his father, Pine.

Padding through his injury with the aid of a Twoleg veterinarian, Brackenheart continued to run rampant throughout his home, into his apprenticeship years.

The one thing that would settle Brackenheart into a calm state, was both climbing and sitting in his favorite tree-perch and observing cats and sunset alike. Up in his perch was when Brackenheart would develop his taste for meat. Young Brackenheart fell out of his tree, directly on top of a vole. The impact shattered its spine, and he still remembers this moment, purring in amusement every time.

### Apprenticeship

During the six moons that would have seen him made an apprentice in the Warrior Clans, Brackenheart found other things to occupy his time besides danger. She-cats.

Brackenheart found a kittypet named Amber in her Twoleg's garden, lazily batting at butterflies. In the moons to come, they connected easily, with Amber sizing up to Brackenheart's spirit with no problem. Soon Brackenheart began fantasizing about living with Amber for the rest of his moons, living a quiet life and raising kits together.

On one morning trek around the forest, Brackenheart, exploring with Amber, ran past the ShadowClan border in a chance encounter where he caught his first border marker scent. Then, he shrunk back in disgust, much like any other non-ShadowClan cat.

Brackenheart began observing dawn and hunting patrols from his safe reed bed beside his family den. Fascinated with the concept of free life, and cats to share lives and companionship with, he futilely tried to convince his parents to attempt joining ShadowClan. Pine despised the idea, mentioning how strict and governed the lives of those 'rabid cats' were, off the snippets of conversation Brackenheart heard and relayed in his plea. He then made his case to Amber, the kittypet he loved. She also denied his request, stating that she preferred the calm life of housefolk and milk. Feeling deeply unhappy, Brackenheart decided that he would talk to those cats on his own, one day.

### Adulthood

During his time as an adult, and as nearing adulthood, Brackenheart had the bright idea to hunt a fox kit. After tracking the kit for some time, he came upon its den and bunched up his hindquarters with the full intention of pouncing. Before he had the chance, a vixen bounded out of its den, and immediately scented Brackenheart. Preparing to charge, the vixen only missed its mark because of Pine's intervention. The pair fought off the foxes, and the rust-colored creatures fled their home. This was the time Pine began to grow distant from his son, - pushing him to commit an act he would regret forever -  Brackenheart's dangerous actions becoming quite pesky and reckless.

Brackenheart's preference to drink from fast-flowing rivers and streams came from a troubling event that occurred just before his joining of ShadowClan.

Brackenheart was left at the edge of ShadowClan territory by his parent, his mother Aspen having drowned in the still pool near their den in a clearing beside the Twolegplace. Not understanding why he was abandoned there, although grateful that the difficult decision was made for him. Brackenheart still blames Pine for giving up on his son and throwing him to the 'vicious wild cats,' not wanting anything to do with Brackenheart after Aspen's death. Leaving his old life behind, Brackenheart tries his best in his new Clan life, continuing to search for a mate that can match his adventurous spirit.

## Friends and Kin

### Friends:

Amber, Crush, (Kittypet) Talonswipe, Clanmate, (SC)

#### Acquaintances:

Pheasantfur, Clanmate, (SC) Foxbite, Clanmate, (SC)

## Notable Quotes

*"This scent smells of rotten mouse! Can you taste it? It's absolutely* horrid*!" -* Brackenheart to Amber.

*"Don't you want to run like you've never run before? To be truly independent? With no Twolegs to yowl at you, just you and me together? We could scale all the trees in the forest!"* Brackenheart to Amber.