Faith n Nothing= Brokensoul

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Name-Brokensoul
Gender- male
Age (In Moons)- 18
Alliance/Clan- Boneclan
Rank- warrior

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Description- Brokensoul is a good sized, gray fluffy tom. His eyes are almost orange, but still are considered yellow. He has a white/tan underbelly and white forepaws, His muzzle his white with tan on his face. His entire body mostly gray mixed with tan. He has no known scars yet but has some awkward markings on his body. His fangs and claws are rather long, yet he prefers not to use them agaisnt others.

Attitude/Personality- Brokenpaw is a sort of emo, shy and depressed kind of cat. He hasn't got many friends, so his confidence isn't too good. He has quite the amount of knowledge and wisdom. He doesn't talk unless necessary, which isn't too often in Boneclan. Lastly, this small apprentice has a little crush on one of the Boneclan she-cats, but he won't tell her until he can bring himself up to it.

History/Past- As a kit, Brokensoul had a great life, his parents, siblings, and all the clan thought he was so cute, and would be the greatest leader there ever was. His jealous brother, Harekit, hated him. But that came to Brokenpaw until the night of their apprentice ceremony.

That cold, leaf-bare night was foggy and brutal. They stood on the high rock getting there names. His two sisters got theirs, and it was Harekit's turn. He become Harepaw, then smirked. He leapt and pounced on his brother, Brokenkit and came in for a death blow. It would have killed him if his father hadn't have jumped in his place. Harepaw then attacked his father, not knowing what had happened until it was too late.

They're father had been killed. After that Brokenkit spun around into a snarl and chased him out of the territory. When he returned the leader gave him his name and he spent the rest of his night next to his lifeless father. Since then, Harepaw is still alive, roaming the nights, planning to attack any given moment.

Other- Will have a mate before he becomes a warrior

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Example Of Role-Playing- The bright dawn's light filtered through the leaves of the forest canopy and shed its rays down on Brokensoul's dusty grey pelt. His eyes were illuminated by the little flecks but they brought no light to the darkness of his general mood. Haunted images lay just behind those deep crystals of green to hide themselves from the eye casting a glance or two in his direction. However, like any other, they kept themselves well hidden and even the most prying she-cat eye could not tell what made him act this way or even exactly why it did so. Woe unto those who decided themselves fit enough to discover this dreaded self-conscious secret! It was no place for even the most sentient cat's mind to place itself unto... for even the brightest moonlit rays of Starclan could not solve this darkest fate.

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