Post by Jay on Dec 20, 2010 22:27:31 GMT -5
Fawnpaw
a light brown tabby she-cat with dark green eyes.
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Age: 12 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: Gustclan
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Appearance:
This she-cat's pelt is a pale shade of cream, with many darker stripes cutting across her flank and head. The most stripes of the darker colours are on her face, which are much richer and deeper colours than of the ones on her flank.
Being the runt of the litter has made Fawnpaw look very small and delicate to other cats her age. Her small size may make another stronger cat think they could hurt her, but with the assistance of her much larger Twolegs, they wouldn't even dare touch a fur on her body.
Being quick and agile has made Fawnpaw very scar-free. She has never even injured herself yet in her short life, and she feels that that is quite an accomplishment.
Round, ivy green eyes stand out from the rest of her body. They look as if they don't belong on an insignificant cat like her, since everything else about her is quite plain.
Personality:
Fawnpaw is very quiet and composed; she rarely gets angry or upset. She keeps calm and quiet most of the time, but that doesn’t mean that she’s shy. She actually can make friends fairly easily, despite her quietness. Despite being shy, she always sticks up for herself, calmly telling the other cat to leave her alone.
To see Fawnpaw go misty-eyed with her head in the clouds is quite common. She daydreams regularly, often dreaming of fantasy-like things that will never happen in the real world. Her daydreams reflect her real dreams, which are often full of adventurous quests.
Always having her head in the clouds has made Fawnpaw very open-minded. She can easily believe anything anyone tells her, including Starclan. She strongly believes in the starry-furred mysterious cats, who often send dreams to leaders and medicine cats.
Curious is a word that describes Fawnpaw very well. If she discovers or learns something new, she’ll try to learn as much about it as she can. She is as curious as she was when she was a kit, and often her curiosity gets her in danger or trouble.
Fawnpaw has a strong hatred for battles and fighting in general. She believes that arguments can be solved through words, instead of just leaping up and fighting. Despite her hatred for battles, she would still fight and try to defend her clan, forgetting the thought of how bad of a fighter she is.
History:
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Roleplay Sample:
Born as a loner, Fawnpaw knew nothing of the clans. Her mother ( Fern) died shortly after giving birth to her and her siblings, so their father, Talon, was forced to raise the three of them. Birch, Oak and Fawn were all calm and quiet, yet they got bored of living with their father. The only interesting thing their father did was telling them stories about the clans. The three young kits were fascinated, and one day they snuck away from their father to find the clans.
It turns out the clans weren’t as welcoming as the three of them thought. When Fawn, Oak and Birch arrived at Nightclan, they got kicked out from the territory, ending up somewhere else, far away from where they were born. So the three lost kits tried desperately to find either Talon or a clan, and they eventually did, although only one kit survived.
The second night the kits were lost they found refuge in a tiny, cold cave. Night time brought with it cold snow and ice, causing Birch and Oak to freeze and die. Fawnpaw (Fawn at the time) was in tears. She was all alone, with absolutely no idea where she was.
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