Whos behind this mask

My name is Brackenstar, and I am the leader of ___Clan. I have no kits, and no family, but I push forward, and try to find love in my clan, to where I can be myself. I'm 2 summers, and 4 moons old, and a rather seasoned fighter, and warrior.

I'm rather large for the domestic cat breed, and my frame is very sturdy. My pelt is shaggy, not long, but not short. My eyes are a soft yellow, and are full of the knowledge, and hurt of my days. Scars run up my left front paw, showing the hardship of my beginning days, and the scars on my heart.

I love kits, and I love elders, for the innocence in the kits comments, and the wisdom in the elders.

The name on this face

My name has a rather... Interesting story.
Bracken- The prefix of my name was given to me by my adopted mother. She said my pelt reminded her of bracken in its new-leaf form.
Star-The suffix of my name changed when I became leader of ___Clan.

The eyes are the window to the soul

My names Brackenstar.
I am proud, I am a large cat, and I am silent.
I do not enjoy company, and seeing kits and she-cats that are white or gray disterb the hurt deep in my heart.
I enjoy midnight strolls when the world is asleep, and the night is cool. Its a time of relaxation, and since I'm such a nightowl, the leader usually puts me on night-patrols, or night-watch. Which, I don't mind, less need to talk, and less need to socialize. I do, though, love the company of any cat that is not overbaring, and enjoys silent companionship. My perfect companion is not an apprentice, it is a warrior like me, who is seasoned, and has seen many deaths of the loved ones close to their hearts. Where they can be silent, and eat their fresh-kill while not having to talk about the past.
Have you always been like this?
Not at all. I use to be fun loving, and energetic. Ready to learn, and eager to please. But that day has come and gone, like all the good things in life must.
Why are you so moody?
My past. Its a simple answer, and its the only answer I am going to give.
How come you havn't taken up another mate?
The answer to this question is strictly to myself. I loved my mate who filled the void in my heart, but she is gone. I have considered taking up another mate, but I have yet to find a she-cat who has stolen my heart like she did.

The scars upon this heart

I was born in the ally of a two-leg village. My mother abandoned me and my three siblings to the harsh environment in which we where helpless. Another stray, by the name of Rust adopted me and my one remaining sibling when she found us a few days later, along with my deceased siblings.
After finally being able to fend for myself, she threw us out into the harsh allys, and told us, it was kill or be killed. Now, I'm not calling my birth mother, nor my adopted mother cruel, or unjust, it was a harsh world in which I was born into. It was kill or be killed.
Carrying the memory of my remaining sibling, a she-cat who had named herself Neira, I ran as far and as fast as I could to the nearby forest.
There, I lived my days, hunting for the scarce amount of prey, and drinking from muck-filled puddles. Moons passed, I lost count, but my body was aging, and I saw the world in a different light then which I had started out with. The world was no longer my enemy, more like, lets say, the mother I never had.
Soon, my curiosity drew me back to the dark allys in which I was born, and there, I found my sister, Neira she called herself. She didn't recognize me, but after much convincing, she told me how she lived her life. Soon, I convinced my dear sister to travel with me, travel to find a distant land where it was no longer kill or be killed.
Filled with the hope that there was a better world, we traveled a hard treck, moons passed, days became weeks, and week became moons. We traveled.
But, as fate would have it, my dainty sister, who was use to the smog-filled air, and the warm climate, fell ill to a disease. She tried pushing on, running on only the hope that she could reach this world in which I had conjured in her head. Mearly days after catching this disease, it took her from me. My only remaining family. I sat, silent by the grave I dug for her by a bush of wildflowers. I sat for days, morning her loss. The loss of my only companion, and the loss of my only remaining family.
But, fueled by the hurt, and the hope that shone in her eyes up until the day she died, I traveled. Onward I went. It was hard, it was harsh, but I couldn't stop now. She was counting on me. Her, and my two already deceased siblings.
Soon, not long after loosing my dear sister, a she-cat named Cloud joined me on my treck to find something I didn't even know even existed. She was like me, strong willed and hard headed. But she gave me the companionship I needed those weeks after loosing my sister.
And, as fate would have it, companionship turned to friendship, friendship to luve. But, as the great gods above, if there are any, would tear every she-cat i luved from my life. She became with-kit. She was cheerfull, and we where happy. The hope we had for us, and for the kits growing inside her stomach. Ah, how nieve I was.
The day that the kits decided it was time to come, she looked at me with her deep orange eyes and smiled. "I luve you, Bracken" she told me. She fell into labor, and a single kit was born. As she closed her eyes, a smile fell across her beautiful face "Name her... Rust." and she opened one deep orange eye and smiled. "I luve you." she layed her head down on the cool grass below her, and was gone. The feeling of hurt was so imense, as I turned, to see my beloved kit. My only remaining existance of the love we shared. I nudged the kit, but it did not stirr. It was not alive... Life had never been kissed on its soft face. Its soft white face, the spitting image of her mother. The soft tabby that covered her paws, but as fate would have it. My family had ended.
So, I burried them by the beautiful oak she always talked about durring our trek. Her, and her kit cuddled against her belly. I felt broken, like it was destiny for me to never love again. I had given up hope, hope for myself, my future, and all the dreams I had conjured up durring our travel... But, the sounds of meowing rang in my ears as I lifted my head to listen. I had made it. After those long moons of traveling, I finally made it. But, with none to share my happiness with me, I walked silently, not caring if I met my salvation, or my doom.

My heart beats for

My heart use to beat for my late mxte Cloud.
It does not beat for anyone at the moment