Goldenbranch ++ Done

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Name:
Goldenbranch

Age:
32 Moons

Gender:
Tom

Desired Clan:
BrookClan

Desired Position:
Warrior

Personality:
Goldenbranch is a true Clanner, loyal and good. That is what he wants to be, at least. He believes strongly in DreamClan and the Warrior Code, so much that he is furious just at the thought of disobeying it. He hates any cat who is not loyal to their Clan or who does not believe in the warrior ancestors. Kittypets and loners are included on the list of felines he looks down on. He would never have any sympathy, should one trespass unwittingly onto BrookClan land.. Another item on that list is cats who love some other from a different Clan and, unless they have redeemed themselves, the kits from such pairs.

If you look past his somewhat insane obsession with loyalty and the silverpelt, a very kind cat emerges. Full of purrs and smiles, Goldenbranch lets his eyes twinkle freely. He loves playing with the youngsters in the nursery and training apprentices. Sometimes he even gives them tips for playfighting. He is adored by the cats who have never noticed his sudden coldness when a cat who used to be a loner walks across his path, and despised by the felines he hates. He fiercely protects those he loves, driven by the fire of true friendship. He would do anything for his Clan, no matter the cost. He would be a truly wonderful mate, though no she-cat has caught his eye yet, and none have fallen in love with him.

He is a good fighter and hunter, though of course he would never kill unless necessary. He believes that the Clans should stay at peace, but if one little thing happens that breaks the code between them he is always voting for an all-out war. He takes just about everything related to religion seriously, but when the topic changes he is always making and laughing at jokes. His strong beliefs bring out a strange side in him, something quite different than the rest of him.

Physical Description:
Goldenbranch is a typical tabby in coloring, with thick black in stripes across a lighter, warm brown hue that is close to gold in some lights and silver in others. Perhaps tan is the correct term, but that seems not to even sum up the strange, unnamed hue. Some white breaks up this pattern, neatly showing on his chest and underbelly fur. The most stunning part of this is the strength and pureness of the ebony lines against a much less striking, but just as much there, background hue.

The hairs on his pelt are short and thickly placed. He is not a soft cat, but that hardly effects a Clanner such as himself. His fur does not keep out rain or wind well, but it insulates fine against cold and dries quickly - a good attribute of a BrookClanner's coat. He is not very stocky or very long-legged, a perfect sort of middle ground. His paws are large but not by too much, and his tail is long in the same way. His muzzle is a medium wedge shape, ending with a triangular, dusty salmon nose surrounded by white whisker pads. His eyes are also rimmed in pearl. These pools are an amber color, like sunshine, though not quite as vividly bright.

Picture:
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History:
In Goldenbranch's hatred of cat born of two Clans, he unwittingly is against himself. His mother - a pretty she-cat called Cloudedsky - was deeply in love with a kind PastureClan tom, a most noble sort. The two met in private often and hid their relationship well. Meanwhile, in her daily routine in her Clan, Cloudedsky had come to realize that a certain BrookClan tom, Mudpatch, had quite a crush on her. She knew that she might perhaps bare a son, and to avoid suspicion she pretended to like the warrior. Keeping up the game was stressful enough, but her care was rewarded: her litter was assumed to be the kits of Mudpatch.

The queen had five kits, some matching her fur and other in likeness to both toms. Two of the youngsters died within their first day and another one was killed by a bought of whitecough that hit the nursery hard the winter after Goldenkit's birth. He and sister, Frostkit, were the only survivors. They only once met their father, who died early enough that the sole meeting would not be remembered. Wishing her kits a happy life, not conflicted by secrets, she didn't even tell the two about the PastureClanner, their true father. No cat suspected a thing.

Goldenpaw grew up with DreamClan always being pointed out to him by his very religious mentor. Their training ceremonies were enjoyable to both cats, and Goldenpaw's apprentice years were among the happiest of his life. He couldn't wait to be a warrior, but at the same time thoroughly enjoyed being taught by such a clever, good-hearted cat. When the day of his warrior ceremony finally did come, there was sadness mixed with his excitement. It was as if he knew the joy was not to last long into his warriro days.

Goldenbranch had been a warrior for only two moons when his 'father' died, and only twenty sunrises after that heartbreaking event his mother passed on to DreamClan as well. Because the young cat believed so strongly in the warrior ancestors, he got over their deaths quickly. He missed seeing their faces, but watching the stars helped console his sadness. Seasons after, his mentor died in the elder's den. This was a blow, but Goldenbranch was able to pick himself up again. He doesn't think of his past as sad, or in any way strange, because he still does not know anything about his lineage. Nothing about his memories truly haunts him, though everything has effected him somehow.

IC:
The wind whipped between the trees, filtering into every nook and cranny through the sturdy wood and shaken underbrush. It was relentless, untiring, and as it raced through the forest, crisply cold, it lugged slow-moving, heavy clouds. The rain in the distance could be seen by the amber eyes of the warrior. He knew by the flavor of the air and upwind spectacle that it would soon be pouring. The stars were twinkling now but much before sunrise the would be blocked by the thick gray bands of storm that lined the sky to the south.

It was time to head back to the camp, but Goldenbranch's heart lingered in the woods even as he trudged back. He didn't know why, and every time he delved into himself for an answer his own mind became more impenetrable. It was a strange emotion, but he did not fight it. It must have been sent by DreamClan, and what true warrior would fight their will? He reached the camp and slunk into the den, careful not to wake a soul. He saw the two empty moss nests - some cat had mixed something up and slept in the wrong place, throwing everything off balance - one next to Luna's* spot and one less comfortably on the outside of the chilly den. He quickly padded over to the one farther away from the loner cat, not caring about the weather. He wouldn't sink so low as to sleep near a cat of such roots.

*I used Luna because she's my not-Clan-born cat in BrookClan. She's not actually a warrior or even in the Clan, but whatever...

Code:
Whisper

[±∞STREAMY∞±]

I'll accept it now, since history isn't needed. but since you're done, keep going ^.^ interesting kitteh!
accepted

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Yeah, but I haven't done the IC either. It's my least favorite part --makes face--

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Since you've accepted it, I'm gonna move it!