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[hider= Deputy Brambletail]
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[color=#8b7d6b]Name:[/color] Brambletail
[color=#8b7d6b]Gender:[/color] Tom-cat
[color=#8b7d6b]Age:[/color] 70 moons
[color=#8b7d6b]Rank:[/color] Warrior/Deputy(?)

[color=#8b7d6b]Personality:[/color] Gruff and grumbly with anyone other then his mother, Brambletail is a cat that doesn’t come off as a very nice cat. He tends to speak more to himself than others, is always pointing out mistakes, and seems a bit standoffish. However he means well and simply doesn’t want others to run into the same troubles he did. Brambletail’s constant chiding, though it may seem irritating, is always useful, and his constant vigilance is applied towards keeping others safe, in particular his mother.

[color=#8b7d6b]Description:[/color] Brambletail is a big cat and has clearly seen a bit of trouble. His eyes are intense, piercing, and constantly roaming for danger. His footsteps are precise and careful, his movements conservative, covering a layer of energy ready to burst out at the first sign of trouble like a loaded spring. His somewhat unusual whitish coat has a few patches in it, is covered in dirt, and there perpetually seems to be plant life in it, notably his tail. He insists that it provides natural camouflage and refuses to clean up, given his coloration, it might actually be true to some extent. 

[color=#8b7d6b]Backstory:[/color] Brambletail was raised by his adoptive mother, Merl. He does not know where either of them came from, merely that his first memories were of her. The two of them were part of no clan or other group and thus did not have an easy life. The hard school of knocks proved an effective tutor and although Brambletail was initially a useless kit hiding in holes and following, or being carried around by his mother, the wild spurred his growth onwards quite quickly.

Brambletail quickly grew up to be tough and resourceful, first enough that he wasn't a liability, then so that he was an asset, and eventually to the point where he could protect and take care of both of them. For a while this was good enough and there was no real way of making things better. Eventually however, the pair ran into a cat calling herself Fernstar and she told them grand tales of Clans and a Warrior Code. Although Brambletail wasn’t sure about such things, he saw the chance to give his mother somewhere safe to live, as well as to help give younger cats an easier life than his. 


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[hider=Elder Merl]
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[color=#8b7500]Name:[/color] Merl
[color=#8b7500]Gender:[/color] She-cat
[color=#8b7500]Age:[/color] 90 moons
[color=#8b7500]Rank:[/color] Elder

[color=#8b7500]Personality:[/color] A no nonsense lady but a sweet one. She’s been through more than most anyone and knows it, so she won’t put up with anything from anyone. These days however Merl  doesn’t have the same energy that she used to and prefers to lounge, worrying about her son.

[color=#8b7500]Description:[/color] Raggedy is the first word that comes to mind with describing Merl. A fairly old cat, with a missing eye, and shredded right ear, and plenty of other tell tale scars of battle. Although not a husk, her frame is still relatively lean and if you were to pick her up you'd find her surprisingly light. However none of this dims the her tenacious energy. Though fond of naps these days, her tail is always flicking back and forth as though it has a life all its own. Despite her flaws Merl still seems like a cat you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of.

[color=#8b7500]Backstory:[/color] Merl was born a kitty pet and lived that way for some odd 20 moons. For a kitty pet however, she was pretty fierce, and spent a lot of time outdoors. Many of her escapades found her returning with prey for her less hunting savvy two legs, though she received little thanks for it. One day however, after a particularly long foray into the surrounding woods, when Merl returned her family was nowhere to be found. Although she waited there for quite some time they did not return. Merl was forced to roam further and further into the woods for food, and even though she came back for weeks just in case they came back, they never did. Eventually she moved on.

Shortly she came upon a mewling kitty pet like herself, she could tell through the thorn bush it had been tossed in that it was in a two leg box. Merl wasn’t the only animal to notice its cries for help. Shortly after she arrived a weasel came onto the scene, but she could tell the weasel’s interest was less than benevolent. Unable to leave another cat alone like she had just been so abruptly left, she battled the tiny, but ferocious creature, for the right to the kitten. Although it cost her an eye, she won. An already difficult proposition, taking care of herself and a kit, was made more arduous.

That wouldn’t stop Merl though, and she raised the kit on her own as best she could, naming him Brambletail on account of his terribly messy tail. A missing eye and a mewling kit might have stopped some cats, but it didn't stop Merl. Her tough situation merely drove her to more intense efforts, more careful living, more extreme measures. The first days were the hardest, but as Brambletail and her both grew things became easier. Eventually one could say the two fell into a rhythm of sorts. It would be a lie to call their lifestyle luxurious or easy, but it was sufficient. Life carried on this way until the pair encountered a cat named Fernstar.      


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