General Name ||Brokenkit : Brokenpaw : Brokenthorn Prefix Meaning || One of his ears is always flopped over Suffix Meaning || He's a very offensive fighter Nicknames || Copper,Red (often introduces himself as this)
Sex || Male Gender || Male Age || 35 moons Pronouns || He/Him
Scars || His ear was torn in a scuffle in the city
Fur || Base Colour : Yellow-ish orange Markings : Rust, cream, white Length : Long-ish Fur Type : Stiff, a bit fluffy Thickness : Pretty thick
Eye Colour || Gray
Banned Traits || N/A
Accessories|| 1. Placement : Neck Other : Given to him by his temporary owners
Kithood || 0 - 6 Moons Brokenthorn was born to two warrior parents in Groveclan, and immediately he was a rough and playful kit. He was so rough in his playing that typically his mother would play with him instead of the other kits, but he took no notice to it at all, enjoying his mothers games. As he grew he lost a bit of his roughness and began playing with others again, and eventually he and a few other kits became good friends. As soon as they all heard a story about the outside world they'd try and sneak out, though never to any avail. The group grew excited as their apprentice ceremonies grew closer, the thought of being able to go out was all they had on their minds until the day came.
Apprenticeship || 6 - 12 Moons Broken was apprenticed to a kind she-cat, Speckledflower. He enjoyed her company but he couldn't help but wish she was a little more exciting, or playful. She taught him everything she knew about hunting, though he didn't learn as much about battle, since it wasn't something she thought herself to be great at. He learned battle moves from one of his friends mentors occasionally when they would all train together. It didn't take long for Broken to try and leave the camp on his own, before he was stopped by one of the warriors. He'd try to get out multiple times throughout his apprenticehood to no avail, but every time it didn't work he'd just get more annoyed. He stopped trying eventually after he realized the warriors were too good at their jobs.
Warrior || 12 Moons + When he was old enough, Brokenpaw became a warrior- more specifically, a hunter. And he knew exactly what he wanted to do. As soon as he was able he went straight out of the camp completely by himself. He just wanted to finally be able to leave on his own, and do his own thing. As he got further away from the camp he could see tall shapes in the far distance, and curiosity got the best of him. He knew where the clan borders were and he went as close to the shapes as he could. He realized this must've been the city, where Alleyclan lived. He was mesmerized by the tall two-leg buildings that stretched high into the sky, and without thinking he continued forward into the city.
After entering the city through a small alley he saw two-legs littering every inch of the streets, more than he could even count. Most of them seemed distracting, so he stuck to the building walls and sneakily made his way down the street, dodging the two-leg feet that came close. He was amazed by the place, and getting home before dark never crossed his mind. Eventually he ended up at a smaller part of the city, the buildings turned into smaller houses and he realized the two-leg count here was much lower. He hopped a fence and landed in the backyard of one of the houses to avoid being spotted, though he didn't realize there were several in the yard he'd hopped into. He froze, but one of the two-legs picked him up and seemed to be looking for something on his neck, she said something to the other two-leg with her that Broken couldn't understand. Before he could try to get away the two-legs took him inside their den.
When they were inside, one of the two-legs put him on some kind of oddly shaped tree. He looked around and saw many weird things in the den that he couldn't name, but after a few moments one of the two-legs came back and put something on his neck. At first he tried to scratch it off, but he gave up after it wouldn't budge. Through a hole in the dens wall he could see it was nightfall, and he began to worry about how he would get out of here.
A few days passed and he hadn't been able to get out. He'd started eating the food the two-legs left for him at this point, getting too hungry to care what it was. He still didn't want to be there, preferring to go wherever he wanted despite how nice and loving the two-legs were, he was waiting for his chance to finally get out, and today it would come. One of the two-legs left the dens entrance open and he bolted. He hopped the fence and ran in the direction of the forest. He didn't stop until he reached it, laying down in the grass to catch his breath. Only now did the thought of returning to his home cross his mind, but after thinking it over he didn't want to go back. He never truly felt at home there, and he was sure they probably wouldn't trust him to be on his own for so long if they knew he had went into the city on purpose. So instead he decided to begin calling the forest right outside of the city his home.