fawnfeather . flightclan

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Name:
Fawnfeather

Age:
24 Moons

Clan:
FlightClan

Rank:
Warrior

Gender:
She-cat

Picture:
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Quick Appearance:
Long-haired cat with light golden fur and jade eyes.

Appearance:

Head; Fawnfeather has a triangular shaped head and face, her chin being slightly pointed while her ears splay out slightly, like double corners. The very short, fuzzy fur on the back of the ears is a very light off-white color, which descends into the eyebrows and cheekbones. The bridge of her nose is pure white, as well as her mouth and chin. The rest of her face, neck, and the back of her head is a very light golden color, with darker hairs flowing underneath. She has very long, white whiskers as well as a pair of round, deep green eyes.

Body; Fawnfeather is an average sized cat, with a medium sized bone structure and long, strong legs. From the shoulders to the tip of her tail, this she-cat is covered with long, thick fur that is the color of honey and white. Her tail is very thick, and the fur stands on end to make it fluffy. Each long leg is much lighter than her pelt, reflecting the color of her underbelly, which is a cross between off-white and light yellow.

Wings; Fawnfeather has long wings that sprout from her shoulder blades and fall around her body like a curtain. Each feather is a shinning, very light brown-and-white color, much like the color of her fur. They actually resemble the color of an owl. Her wingspan is quite large, and when unfurled they make her look slightly majestic.

Personality:

The Outside; Do not let this pretty-colored, bright-eyed she-cat fool you into thinking that she is as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside.. for she isn't. Fawnfeather does have the tendency to put on a great show of being ever so kind and willing to help everyone around her. She generally comes off as calm and collected, and rarely picks a fight or raises her voice at the apprentices. She doesn't associate with other Clan cats much, finding that they don't bother her and are not worth the concern. Fawnfeather really does seem like the sociable, well-mannered and respectful warrior she should be.

The Inside;Those bright eyes hold more than just a gleam of curiosity, they mask what lies beneath the surface. Underneath all of that sickly sweetness, the gleaming smiles and kind words sits an atomic bomb of spitefulness, hatred, and arrogance. Fawnfeather may believe in StarClan as much as the next warrior, but her faiths and beliefs in everything else are a little twisted. She thirsts for leadership and power beyond that rank, hungers for obedience and control. She plays the good little cat that she knows she should be, but she does everything for herself. If she helps someone, it is so that they are in her debt. If she doesn't rat out an apprentice for not doing their duties, it is so they must have her back on something as well. Her mind works very differently from the next, and perhaps it is only a matter of time before her true colors show.

History:

Kithood; Swanpelt and Duststripe had three kits. A dark gray one with lighter stripes, like his father. Graykit. A silvery she-kit with darker ears and paws, Smokekit. And a golden-white she-kit who didn't exactly look like either parent. Fawnkit. The litter was raised like any other, with strict rules and a lot of love and attention. The three played together, ate together, and slept with their bodies curled around each other. The had a normal first six moons, adventuring out of the nursery and seeing how many senior warriors and elders they could anger in a day or seeing how far they could go before Swanpelt scolded them for it.

Apprenticeship; Fawnpaw grew into her apprentice duties easily. She looked forward to waking up and training with her mentor, learning new battle moves and how to hunt different types of prey. Looking after the elders didn't come as a chore, as she enjoyed the stories they told her about power-hungry warriors and legendary leaders. They explained that once in each young cat's life, they come to a cross road. One leads to StarClan in the end, while the other leads to the inescapable Dark Forest. Each cat had to choose which direction they wanted to go. This scared the young apprentice at first, but the more she thought about it the more it made sense, and the more exciting it seemed. She began to excel in her training, the fighting coming easily as if she had practiced each move for years and years. Her final assessment even seemed easier on her than it was on her siblings.

Warrior-ship; Fawnfeather shied away from those thoughts, from the stories that the elders had told her, and began to focus more on her new duties as a warrior. For the first moon or so, the many patrols seemed exhausting. Yet she found that going off on her own to hunt allowed her to clear her mind and rest up a little. But being alone also brought those thoughts back, and she began to wonder if she was supposed to choose how her life would play out now. She knew she was already becoming a good warrior, her battle training had really hardened her muscles and she was a skillful hunter most of the time. With a lot of extra work, she could indeed become someone to fear. Yet she was still young, and the Dark Forest stories scared her to death. She wanted the power, she already knew that. But she felt that she could wait it out, and do everything she could to prove that she could one day be an incredible leader.

Moons passed though, and she still became restless. She knew that power was out there, just waiting to be controlled. And eventually, Fawnfeather finalized her path of choice. She became a little shady, delving deeper into her mind and heart, and found what really lay there. Now, she continues her hunt, simply waiting. She continues to train herself, still tries to someone get in touch with a darker spirit that could possibly help her along the way. Yet she still manages to keep her thoughts to herself, buries so deep that sometimes she feels that they aren't there anymore. She lets each day pass, patrolling and hunting like usual, laying around with her fellow warrior to bask in the sun, sharing tongues and eating with her Clan members. She only wonders how long she can do it for.

Role-play Example:

From 'City of Ash'; My user name there is Horizon.

Far away in the distance, the sky was on fire. Yellow and red flames licked at the horizon, where the the very tops of the charred, dead trees reached upward towards the rolling clouds. Closer though, the sky was simply burning orange, making the clouds look strange as they swam slowly away, outlined in a pinkish color that resembled salmon, only a few shades lighter. The territory was covered in a thin layer of what looked to be dust, but the inhabitant knew that is was the ash of all things dead. There were no trees in this part of the city, if that was indeed what this place was, as they had all either been long ago cleared away.. or they had died, along with everything else. The stretch of land looked like a vast moorland, with the vegetation incredibly limited and the water invisible. There were huge piles in the distance, crumbling buildings that had long ago been abandoned and forgotten about since then. The ground was hard, dry, and it burnt the paws of the quiet creatures who tried to step on it. It definitely looked like this place was trying to keep away from everything and everyone else.

Which was why she was specifically seeking it out. It wasn't anywhere close to being where someone would purposefully place themselves. The scarce prey didn't come here for fear of not having a place to hide from their predators. The posing drought made the scorching ground bone dry. The spiteful summer was lashing out at this area of the city, the impossible heat coming off of the ground in waves that were visible to the eye. This was surely not the place anyone would want to be stranded at. So why was a shady feline slowly slinking her way across, jaw set and golden eyes staring off at a point that only she could see? Because it was Larka. Larka liked being alone, liked having things and places to herself. The other big cats typically stayed where they could find shade, a little shelter, and a few morsels to eat every now and then. She, on the other hand, did not stay anywhere. She was constantly on the move, covering her tracks and stealing from those who weren't watching as closely as they should have been.

Flicking a dotted ear, the slender leopard switched her direction, now heading off to the right. She was coming onto her spot of satisfaction quickly, and her eyes widened at what she saw. It was always a surprise- seeing how huge the broken ships really were. They could have carried a thousand people or more. Now, they rested in the mostly dry bay that only had a few pools of water, where it was protected from the sun by the shade of the huge boats. The feline paused for a moment, drawing a deep breath that tasted like dust and.. heat. Narrowing her eyes, Larka placed another big paw a step ahead of the others, continuing on her way. She came to a semi-broken length of cut wood that was supported in the air a few feet from the ground by rusted metal pillars- the dock. Squaring her shoulders, she made the graceful leap up to the dry wood, padding carefully to the end, making sure she didn't step where it looked like the whole thing would give out. Whiskers twitching, the cat sat back on her haunches, staring off into the burning sky.

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Approved.