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Name: Brightpaw
Desired Role: Cat 4 or 5, preferably
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Tom
Personality: Brightpaw is a rather outspoken cat, often talking too much for his own good and getting himself involved in things that don't seem to end up working in his favor. He makes very rash and emotional desicions, and favors the emotional side of his brain over the logical, valuing his family and friends over all else. He is a very dedicated cat, and almost never gives up on something he promises to start, holding himself accountable for not only his own mistakes, but the missteps of cats he trusts as well. However, due to a strained relationship with his father and the denial of even being his son, his loyalty towards WindClan itself is much lower than that of an average clan warrior. He often finds himself contemplating if he even belongs in the clan, with wavering connections to anyone but his closest friends and relations. Brightpaw doesn't exactly think of himself as an outcast, per say, but he does often feel unwanted, which prompts his loud demeanor. He speaks up for himself because he doesn't want his voice to be lost, and finds himself more often than not having to fight his own battles alone, with a small range of friends and barely any family that hasn't already disowned his connections to them.
Roleplay Sample: from wc/rc border, page 29
"..." At her father's explanation, Tawnypaw's nose scrunched up in frustration, her grass-green eyes flashing with distress as he talked.
How can they be this powerless if they're revered so strongly- they give leaders their nine lives, don't they? She'd always believed that their ancestors could solve all their problems, that they were presented as this wise and powerful for a reason. After the end of the dark era, they'd happened to be talked up a lot around her- cats would say 'thank StarClan' after every close save, everything they had to work through on their own. If they don't actually help with anything, why are they thanked like that, or treated like that? Most of her family was with her ancestors at this point- maybe it was part of the reason the revered them this much. She'd looked up to these cats like they were her everything, but now... it seemed like they were just ghosts without a purpose, cats not even intent on helping their descendants in their times of need.
They couldn't have done anything to stop that maniac from killing all those innocent cats, for creating a clan made of blood and bones? They must have been able to do something- none of the cats in WindClan had been warned of anything before it started, to her knowledge. Of course, she hadn't even been born before the bloodshed, though something in her heart told her that if someone had known anything, they would have stopped it. Finally looking up towards her father again, words started to flow out her jaw like a waterfall, thoughts continuing to pool in her head as she sputtered.
"B-But we're their descendants- wouldn't they do anything to help us? Why would they just sit back and watch that happen to us- don't they care at all?" I don't want to believe that StarClan's given up on us-
Have they?
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