Brackenclaw- He/Him, No purrks, 24 moons old, Thunderclan Warrior.
Brackenclaw for some reason was being dragged off with Kestrelpaw to go hunting. Although to Brackenclaw he didn't care one way or the other he was likely to end up hunting anyway. Brackenclaw was always keeping himself busy for the sake of Thunderclan. The big Maine Coon followed Kestrelpaw for now allowing the Apprentice to believe she was in charge was easier than trying to reign in her ego. Maybe if she was his Apprentice then sure he would speak up but for now he only wanted to go hunting in his mind bringing Kestrelpaw just meant more cats to hunt meaning more potential for more prey to bring back to Thunderclan. At least in his head. "Very well but be careful and if I say to be quiet then do so we don't want to alert the whole forest of our presence do we?" Brackenclaw would meow towards the opinionated Apprentice his voice in it's usual dark and deep tone. He was attempting to steer the Apprentice to do things his way without starting a fight. Brackenclaw was a large Maine Coon with long dark brown fur orange eyes that seem to be able to pierce into the very soul of whoever he was looking at rippling muscles and white fur under his chin and down his chest with upward pointed ears. He would then add. "Also might I suggest we head for Firefly Cove it is full of prey at this time of year." Brackenclaw would suggest again attempting to steer the Apprentice to a place that Brackenclaw felt comfortable hunting with Apprentices that wasn't his. Firefly Cove was a safe place for the most part and Brackenclaw didn't like taking Apprentices he didn't know anywhere dangerous. @
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