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tom single likeness Moons before Brokenear's kitting, his mother and father lived in FallClan, loving each other as the undergrowth loved the sun. Once Brokenear's mother was expecting kits, his father disappeared - his body found with perfect teeth marks, left by a skilled killer, as if he was hunted by prey. Once Brokenear's litter was born, he had felt the emotions coming off of his mother before he even understood what they meant. The leafbare chill had broken the nursery's thick bracken lining and eventually killed his littermates, as well as his mother just after Brokenear was able to eat fresh-kill. 'Perfect timing' he has always said. With his mottled brown and red medium-haired pelt, he was always able to stay clear from the others if he wanted to. Nearly everyone in the clan knew of his sad upbringing, so it was easy for him to stay away and never explain. As a warrior, Brokenear made friends as any other cat would. He felt the need to be the best warrior in the clan, as any other warrior would. Although occasionally he is caught his in his own thoughts and covered in the remaining cobwebs of his dreams, he is a loyal FallClan warrior.
/ BROKENEAR tom | mottled brown-red medium hair, orange eyes SETTING:outer forest TIME: 2pm
Brokenear slowly trotted through the forest, crisp leaves crunching under his paws. The last tendrils of leafbare still gripped the forest, but warm sunlight slanted through the bronze and gold leaves above his head. Newleaf would be here soon Brokenear thought to himself. Prey would run fine, and the nursery will be filled with kis. The tom sighed inwardly. He had never thought to raise a family of his own - he didn't want to pass his own sadness down - but every time a she-cat made a new nest in the nursery, he couldn't help but feel a tang of jealousy. Everyone in the clan seemed to have found their path, and if they haven't, they were well on their way. A scuttle in the undergrowth a few tail-lengths ahead of him interrupted his thoughts; a small mouse nibbled on a fallen acorn. Brokenear padded forward silently, his paws sliding across the floor of the forest. Within moments the mouse was dangling from his jaws, it's warm prey-scent drifting up his nose. He may not have found his path, but he found prey, which fed the clan, which was his priority.
The rogues nearby FallClan's borders have seen recent activity come back to what used to be a desolate area. FallClan has returned. They used to use this area for hunting, as a small band of rogues have claimed it for themselves. Now that a larger group has reappeared, that is less prey for their group. They call upon surrounding rogues and loners to band together to claim this area once more for themselves. They promise plentiful prey and a near perfect place to nest. FallClan, however, are unaware that they have taken this land away. They are only returning what was rightfully theirs.
More rogue scents begin appearing on the border, and a few patrols are even attacked. FallClan cats are weak, as they are low in numbers and after the harsh, starving winter, they are not what they normally are. They take the hit and try to patrol in areas where rogues don't seem to appear.
II. Devotion
The rogues are getting angry. Although FallClan is weak, they are still fighting back when whom they now call Father, sent patrols of his own to attack them. He decides it is time to make his presence known. Him and four others from his group venture onto FallClan's territory to be brought back to FallClan's leader. Of course, FallClan will not share hunting rights on their territory. How dare the rogues even ask? FallClan cats begin to worry: they aren't afraid to simply walk through their forest. What will stop them from making an attack?
With fear instilled in the Clan, Father returns to FallClan's territory one last time to round up others. He promises fair treatment, and no more ranks. Only purity and devotion to one another. A perfect Eden of well-rounded protectors - caring for the young and weak, and preying on the same. Father claims to want control of all the clans, of all the cats in the area. Some cats of FallClan decide to leave with Father, under the notion they will be treated fairly.. except, not.
