Brackenclaw- He/Him, 25 moons old, Thunderclan Hornet. Purrks: Just a Scratch.
Brackenclaw was sitting at the camps entrance awaiting his travel companions Raggedear and Lavendersong. The Massive Maine Coon with dark brown long fur white patch under his chin and down his chest with upward curved ears and rippling muscles with orange eyes like the rising sun that could pierce into whoever he was looking at would watch his travelling companions finishing their herbs and getting ready to go. Brackenclaw wasn't mentioned in the prophecy but his leader still trusted him enough to get the true prophesied cats to their destination and back safely. It made Brackenclaw filled with a sense of pride that he was chosen among all the other hornets. Although Brackenclaw felt if Wolfhive wasn't sick that he would be the one heading out with them. Brackenclaw mulled over the Prophecy that Bumblestar had mentioned to them when they entered her den in his mind. 'A storm's cry will bring despair
Knowledge kept outside of reach
Death shall linger in the air
...'n then there's a line Wolfpaw can't remember...
The mournful moon will guide their way,
Through woods and plains they will wander,
To trials that will make them pay,
A new friend they cannot squander
United they will pass the test;
A ragged fool who never wavers,
And prove himself among the best
Lavender will find herself to be braver,
And bring the Clan well needed rest.' Brackenclaw thought on the Prophecy trying to untangle it even if he wasn't one of the chosen cats by Starclan he could still prop up and support the real chosen ones. After all he cared for Thunderclan as much as any other Warrior of the clan. Brackenclaw's eyes would look for Raggedear and Lavendersong they needed to get going soon if they were to make good time. @
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