WOLFBRIAR

RedwoodClan

seal point she-cat with blue eyes

Wolfbriar stands at a height of 9.5". Her body is nicely built with her legs a normal height, her chest slightly plump and her neck elegantly holding her pretty head. Not overly muscular, a comfortable layer of fat covers her body, and she is the image of a slightly pudgy healthy she-cat. Her least attractive feature would likely be her feet. Slightly larger than average, but not noticeably, she is very fortunate with the phenotype she received.

Brown neatly coats her muzzle. Well-marked dark stripes line her cheeks and forehead before washing away to fade into her cream neck. The same stripes reappear on her legs, paws and tail. Indistinct stripes hide within her cream body. Her tail is notably darker than the rest of her body and is tipped with a black cap. The molly's short fur is soft to touch. Wolfbriar is keen to keeping her pelt clean and presenting herself well.

There's no denying she's a pretty cat. Wolfbriar was given a feminine name for a reason.
Her cute bright blue eyes are the main subject of her face. Her pink nose sits above her small maw upon her short muzzle. A long tail compliments her body when she sits, and in comparison, makes her appear smaller. Normal sized ears sit prettily on top of her fortunately built head.

+ Independent, carefree, diplomatic and sees potential in all cats
- Bossy, critical, gives unsolicited advice and can be a gossip

A lack of a father figure, her mother's early retirement, her brothers' demanding a peace-maker all shaped Wolfbriar into the independent cat she is today. She thinks independently, acts by herself and will disregard what she believes is nonsense. This strong trait enables her to rebel against pressure and thrives through self-governing.
Her past gave her a twisted perceptive of independence. As a mature youth she adapted well but Wolfbriar can be critical of other cats as she expects them to have developed as quick and as well as her. Wolfbriar will expect too much of younger cats and be overly critical of warriors. Her reason being that if she could do it at their age, they can.
With being a critic, comes the optimistic belief that they will succeed. Wolfbriar sees potential in all cats. She bitches because she cares. If she has the energy to tell you that you're making a mess of something, she believes you can do better, and wants to see it.
Always strong-opinionated, she's even faster to decide what others will do, making her quite bossy. If you're doing something wrong, or need to do something, Wolfbriar will make it clear. She just believes that if she can help you or fix something it's better to just do it. Her orders can be met with backlash but she doesn't mind that. It's up to the recipient to do it or not.
Quite a diplomatic cat like herself will always investigate how every cat she talks to feels and try to understand their point of view. History with her fighting brothers has equipped her with a good skillset to talk to almost any cat and ease tense situations.
With her girly personality shines through with her gossiping side. Wolfbriar loves a good gossip. Who's pairing with who, whose kits got loose and nearly died, who had an affair with a ThistleClan cat, Wolfbriar is here for it. There's no harm in sharing news, but often she can go a bit far, and talk bad of the cat of the subject.
Her carefree spirit is most notable when there's no problem to be fixed, no one to comfort and nothing to comment on. When she's alone, or with a close friend, just relaxing. Nothing really matters when you're just relaxing. She is carefree below it all. If the cat doesn't take her advice she won't take offense or push. It doesn't matter after that, her voice has been heard.

Welcomed into the world by two loving parents, Blacktail and Roseclaw, Wolfkit was blessed into a wholesome RedwoodClan family. The new-born cuddled alongside her siblings. It was cold compared to the protected womb they had been created in - perhaps that's why her brother couldn't stop meowing? They were too young to comprehend complaining yet his yowling eventually earned him his name. The molly was first to be named. She was to be called Sparrowkit, for her markings, but her personality resembled a more sociable cat. A wiser cat. A cat able to stand against opposition, to fight instead of take flight, unlike a humble sparrow. Wolfkit it was. The black coated brother was named for his dark fur, Crowkit, inherited from their father. Lastly, the other tom was named Loudkit, in respect to their now deceased father's suggestion. At first their caring mother initially disregarded the name - a daft name for a kit surely - but after Blacktail fell during battle Roseclaw named their son in remembrance.
The rest of the litter's kithood was fairly normal. Wolfkit and her brothers would play, grow and tussle just like any other healthy kittens. Having to grow up with two rambunctious boys unknowingly influenced Wolfkit for life. Loudkit's continuous competitions, winning of races and playfights and overall boisterous attitude irritated her and Crowkit. The black kitten and his sister would often let him torture the other litters with his loud personality while they played something else Loudkit would take no pleasure in - like medicine cat roleplay. They'd never actively exclude Loudkit but it was clear they took no joy from always losing. Crowkit had an easier personality than Loudkit which enabled Wolfkit to boss him around during their chill games. She'd often tell her complying brother how to play, if he was doing something wrong, and how to do it right. Her diplomatic attitude would shine through when Crowkit would protest, only to be convinced to keep playing, as she'd compromise the rules with him.
Wolfkit herself socialised well as a kitten. Always a polite kit, she'd talk to anyone, old or young.
Crowkit's and Wolfkit's 'clique-like' attitude faded away when the litter grew into apprentices.


Wolfpaw was mentored by a young warrior, only 18 moons old, but she was a wonderful cat. Both cats had potential as loyal and well-mannered warriors hence their pairing. Chivestone was her name. In a way they would grow together, with each other learning and developing into fine warriors, and Chivestone would bond to be close to Wolfpaw as an older sister. They'd spend a lot of time together outside training; gossiping, bitching or just relaxing in each other's company. Both mollies thrived through their sisterhood. A talented hunter her mentor was. Chivestone's methods had been taught to her by her father, a well-respected warrior, which she proudly passed down to Wolfpaw.

Loudpaw and Crowpaw, as brothers do, had a few squabbles which would be ironed out by Wolfpaw's skilful talking. The trio often got into trouble and it took Wolfpaw to explain the situation in such a way that they wouldn't be punished. Be it Loudpaw hurting his brother during practice or Crowpaw putting worms in his brother's nest.

The strong bond between apprentice and mentor would influence Wolfpaw's sudden involvement with her fellow apprentice Icepaw. Since they were kits Wolfpaw regarded Icepaw as unfortunate. She was unfortunate to be so weak, small and she always hung out with older cats? Bit odd. Wolfpaw was never mean to her but never took interest in her. Yet, one day while gossiping with her mentor, she learned Icepaw was being taught by a legendary warrior. Chivestone then requested something of Wolfpaw.

"Wolfpaw, now, no jokes here but..." The older molly hesitated before continuing, "every cat knows Icepaw is odd and, yeah weird, whatever, but, don't you and the other -paws feel bad for her?"

The serious of the question struck Wolfpaw as they were just mocking the pitiful cat being mentored by StarClan's favourite. "No? I-" she cut herself off before continuing. "Well, yeah, everyone does! But she's so quiet! Why would you bother?"

That response caused Chivestone to glare coldly. "Wolfpaw. Don't be horrible. She's troubled. Can't you see that?" Accusations spat at her apprentice harshly.

Tones shifted. This was no laughing matter. Wolfpaw looked uncomfortable. Her next words confirmed that. "I guess..."

"Talk to her. Be a friend? I think she needs it."

Under her mentor's instruction Wolfpaw would be a friend.

The first few conversations Wolfpaw would only speak to Icepaw out of pure pity. Their conversations were normally shallow and wouldn't last very long. Normally Wolfpaw would approach Icepaw and ask how she was doing, what she thought of being Pebble's apprentice and such. Not true bonding stuff. Wolfpaw didn't engage fully in conversations.
It wasn't until when her mother was injured that Wolfpaw appreciate Icepaw's company and began truly bonding with her. Icepaw found Wolfpaw crying silently by the fresh-kill pile one night. Wolfpaw confided in her about her mother's injury and how she felt as if it was her fault for not stopping Loudpaw. Icepaw and Wolfpaw were close since then. Icepaw would eventually tell Wolfpaw about how Pebble was using her, which Wolfpaw tried to support her through, until Icepaw began to change. Wolfpaw grew distant. Icepaw's new personality was scaring her. From then on she ignored Icepaw or rushed away when she'd see her.
That hurt Wolfpaw but she never told anyone. Not anyone except for Forestpaw. They had become close at near the end of their apprenticeships. Forestpaw was coming out of her shell and Wolfpaw needed a new apprenticeship buddy since Icepaw was no longer in the picture. Wolfpaw told Forestpaw about how she was unsure of Icepaw's mental stability but never why, just that, she got bad vibes. Wolfpaw also confided admissions of a small crush on Icepaw. Sure, she was pretty and her pleasant personality was endearing, but was quick to assure Forestpaw those feelings were gone now. To this day Wolfbriar holds a belief that Icesong isn't the right cat to be deputy.  
Since her mother's injury, Wolfpaw spent all her nights sleeping next to Roseclaw, comforting her. Chivestone worked with her less as Wolfpaw was adamant to helping her mother while she adjusted to elderhood. Chivestone convinced the clan of her skills and that she was already ready to become a warrior. Wolfpaw would later wrongfully remember this part of her life having less involvement of her support group and more of her dealing with her mother and the shock she felt all by herself. Unfortunately those were just the memories that stuck with her.
Loudpaw and Wolfpaw spoke less since then. Wolfpaw blames Loudpaw for running into a bears den, chasing the bear into their mother, and injuring her. No mouse-brained apprentice would do that. It pained her to cut him out but nothing compared to the pain he caused their mother. 
Wolfpaw earned her warrior name with her brothers and was named well for her strength in helping her mother through hard times. Wolfbriar.


Wolfbriar was a warrior aged around 24 moons when the famine fell upon RedwoodClan. A hard-working cat, she ignored advances of many toms or she-cats with the primary focus on feeding her clan, alongside her mentor Chivestone. Rumours spread of their relationship being more than friendly which were shut down by Wolfbriar the moment they were brought up. Chivestone died in battle with LichenClan over the Mooncave.
Wolfbriar felt no anger towards LichenClan for the slaughter. She didn't feel much at all. The molly fell into a depressive state for a moon after losing her 'sister'. For once in her life she genuinely didn't know what to do. Her brother Crowheart helped Wolfbriar through this time and encouraged her to come to the gathering. The very same gathering the odd tribe cat party-crashed.
Up to this point, Wolfbriar had been against the war, but once LichenClan invaded their camp to try kill an incident cat her opinion switched. It was clear under Minnowstar's rule LichenClan were ruthless.

When her friend Forestflight was awarded a friend, Wolfbriar was ecstatic for her! She would volunteer to help Forestflight train her but would overstep and boss both around when her opinion was clearly unwanted. This caused an argument to break out between the mollies which led Wolfbriar just walking away. Wolfbriar did return to her when after Mintpaw's death to comfort her through the trying times.

The rest of Wolfbriar's adulthood has mostly been spent fighting against LichenClan and hunting for her clan. Wolfbriar feels true peace when hunting. Revisiting Chivestone's teachings and connecting with a spiritual side of the art helps her work through the difficult times. She often finds herself hunting alone in hope Chivestone's spirit will appear and they could have one last chat.

Wolfbriar was around 45 when her brother had kits. She was overjoyed despite her brother's unsure reaction. Since then Wolfbriar found herself interacting more with Loudstorm and bossing him around when it came to taking care of kittens. Dawnlight, no matter how fond Wolfbriar is of her, just never cleaned them properly so Wolfbriar believed.
As her nephews grew she continued to boss them around. She loves all her nephews dearly but could strangle Reedtail.

When her clan-mate Gullheart needed a friend, Wolfbriar volunteered herself, and helped him through hard times. Burningrose is another good friend of her's.

A relationship has been absent in Wolfbriar's life. Truth be told, she just hasn't felt that connection yet, and is waiting for the right cat.

Wolfbriar is hopeful for the future! With LichenClan's hateful leader gone she believes peace can reign again.