Bristlekit of WindClan

Cat Name: Bristlekit

Tom or She-Cat: Tom

Favorite Warriors Character(s): Sandstorm, Greystripe, Jayfeather

Familiarity with the series: Would I be here if I didn't know what it was about? Very much~

Appearance: A small tom with spiky short fur. His pelt is a dark grey tabby, with dark blue eyes. From the bridge of his nose, down to his best is a milky white, fluffier patch of fur.

Personality: Bristle, as a kit, is easily bored and can find something to play with out of close to nothing, though, he is always afraid to break the rules, so he strictly does what cats older then him tell him to do. As he gets older, Bristle becomes not as bent on the rules, develops a great amount of pride in his clan, and becomes a great strategist when it comes to fighting.

Origins: Pure WindClan

Clan: WindClan

RP Sample: Do I have to? D; *sigh* Alrighttttt


Bristlekit padded his way around camp, walking in circles. Boredness creeping up on his mind like a warrior creeping up on its prey. His blue eyes glazed over as he passed by where the queens and kits slept. His mind gravitating towards the bits of heather lining his nest. Now what game could he play with that? He crouched low to the ground, his tail swishing as he leapt towards his nest. Bristlekit landed squarely ontop f the peice of heather he was aiming for. Too bad he slipped on his nest. The tom's eyes burst open suddenly as he flipped onto his back, his legs flailing in the air. "Oof!" The kit grunted. Bristlekit staired up at the sky, unsure of how to react to what happened. He just burst out laughing at his mistake, and hauled himself to his paws. "Alright! Lets try this again!"

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