Post by Seafeather on Jan 11, 2014 9:41:24 GMT -6
Fawnleap
and the arms of the ocean are carrying me
NAME: Fawnleap
AGE: 12 moons
GENDER: She-cat
CLAN: ShadowClan
RANK: Warrior
and all this devotion was rushing out of me
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
Small dusty brown she-cat with a white left paw and bronze yellow eyes.
APPEARANCE:
Fawnleap looks exactly like her sister. If there were any two cats in all of the Clans who looked alike the most, it would be Fawnleap and Mousestep. Fawnleap is what a human would call a Burmese cat. Her pelt is a nice dusting of light to medium brown. Her back and halfway down her sides are a light brown, almost like a light sandy color. Blending in with her sides and going down to her stomach and a splotch on her chest is a nice cream. Her face looks like it has been airbrushed with a medium brown, closer to a dirt color. That same dirt color edges and softens her pointed ears.
Fawnleap is very small. She has a small body which is equally proportional to her short legs and dainty paws. Her tail is an average length for her build. Set in her brown face are two bronze yellow eyes that shimmer in the light. The yellow is much like a orangish-yellow squash but it has that bronze color overtone. Her claws are a dirty white and pin sharp.
Her face is rounded much like a kit’s and her bronze eyes are round and large. She very much lives up to her gentle name and tiny stature. Her tiny body is completely covered with muscle (but not to where it’s bulging) because of her hopping habits.
Fawnleap is very small. She has a small body which is equally proportional to her short legs and dainty paws. Her tail is an average length for her build. Set in her brown face are two bronze yellow eyes that shimmer in the light. The yellow is much like a orangish-yellow squash but it has that bronze color overtone. Her claws are a dirty white and pin sharp.
Her face is rounded much like a kit’s and her bronze eyes are round and large. She very much lives up to her gentle name and tiny stature. Her tiny body is completely covered with muscle (but not to where it’s bulging) because of her hopping habits.
and the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me
STRENGTHS:
- Jumping
- Personable
- Positive thinker
- Gentle
WEAKNESSES:
- Lack of Attention
- Her Stature
- Weight
- Dislike of violence
PERSONALITY:
Fawnleap is exactly as her name describes. She is a very gentle cat in all aspects. Her gentleness overtakes her desire to be a great warrior and bends more on the desire of caring strictly for her Clan by hunting or staying in the nursery. Unfortunately, she isn’t all gentle. She is also hyperactive and has a fleeting mind.
Due to her hyperactivity, Fawnleap can never seem to stand still. If you see her sitting, you’ll probably notice her constant shifting of paws. If she’s standing, she is slightly hopping from side to side. You’d think that her constant need to be in motion would mar her ability to hunt but that’s actually the only time where she’s standing mildly still. Despite her tail twitching from side to side in a hunt, she’s actually a very good hunter.
One thing about Fawnleap that you have to understand though is her intense dislike for violence. One thing she doesn’t like about being a warrior is what seems like the constant need for more violence to have more land or prey. Why can’t they just get along? But Fawnleap is not weak. She will defend her Clan if she needs to and if the situation calls for her intervention. Given the choice to go hunting or on a border patrol, quicker than you can even ask the question Fawnleap is getting ready to leave to go hunting.
Fawnleap though, absolutely loves and adores her sister, Mousestep. Though Mousestep can be somewhat cranky and a little bit snarky and alright just a bit grumpy, but Fawnleap never leaves her sister’s side if she can help it. It’s one thing for them to pick at each other, and another thing for someone else to pick at her sister. They’ve heard all of the small jokes and kit jokes but one thing Fawnleap will not tolerate is having someone else make fun of her sister. And if you call Mousestep, Mousebile? Oh man, you’re going to have a time. Fawnleap may be gentle, and Mousestep may be cranky, but the personalities go both ways. You may not see it often, but Fawnleap can have a temper. She hates violence, and will never hurt a cat, but if you get her angry be prepared for hard words coming from a gentle mouth.
Due to her hyperactivity, Fawnleap can never seem to stand still. If you see her sitting, you’ll probably notice her constant shifting of paws. If she’s standing, she is slightly hopping from side to side. You’d think that her constant need to be in motion would mar her ability to hunt but that’s actually the only time where she’s standing mildly still. Despite her tail twitching from side to side in a hunt, she’s actually a very good hunter.
One thing about Fawnleap that you have to understand though is her intense dislike for violence. One thing she doesn’t like about being a warrior is what seems like the constant need for more violence to have more land or prey. Why can’t they just get along? But Fawnleap is not weak. She will defend her Clan if she needs to and if the situation calls for her intervention. Given the choice to go hunting or on a border patrol, quicker than you can even ask the question Fawnleap is getting ready to leave to go hunting.
Fawnleap though, absolutely loves and adores her sister, Mousestep. Though Mousestep can be somewhat cranky and a little bit snarky and alright just a bit grumpy, but Fawnleap never leaves her sister’s side if she can help it. It’s one thing for them to pick at each other, and another thing for someone else to pick at her sister. They’ve heard all of the small jokes and kit jokes but one thing Fawnleap will not tolerate is having someone else make fun of her sister. And if you call Mousestep, Mousebile? Oh man, you’re going to have a time. Fawnleap may be gentle, and Mousestep may be cranky, but the personalities go both ways. You may not see it often, but Fawnleap can have a temper. She hates violence, and will never hurt a cat, but if you get her angry be prepared for hard words coming from a gentle mouth.
but the arms of the ocean delivered me
MOTHER: Dustwhisker
FATHER: Mudfoot
SIBLINGS: Mousestep (Sister)
OTHER FAMILY: XXX
MENTOR: Sandfur
HISTORY:
Everything began when Dustwhisker and Mudfoot discovered that they were with kits. These kits were going to be loved from the beginning to the end of days. Mudfoot bent over backwards to make sure that Dustwhisker was always comfortable, always fed, always kept dry and safe. She, of course, assured him every time and told him not to fuss, but how can you tell a smitten tom to calm down when he’s only doing it because he loves his mate? Oh, how those two romanced! Falling in love from the first day. If you don’t believe in love at first site, well, that certainly isn’t the case for these two.
The two lovebirds spent much of their apprenticeship sneaking out of the camp at night together so they could be alone. It only encouraged Mudfoot’s pursuit of his love interest when she agreed to the late night walks. Slowly Dustwhisker fell in love with him as well. They were a young couple to begin with and everyone knew that as soon as they were warriors that they were going to be “officially” mates. They didn’t feel the need to tell everyone because, well, it didn’t feel like it needed to be said. You couldn’t have one without the other. They were true soul mates.
Not long after they received their warrior names the two decided to have kits. The whole Clan was joyous to receive the news of the pregnancy. Who wouldn’t be happy that the Clan’s most loved mates were expecting? The allotted amount of time passed and Dustwhisker gave birth to two, beautifully tiny kits. One darker than the other, but both completely the same and yet entirely unique. After some discussion that included their coloring (which is subject to change as they get older) and their abnormally small size, they were named Fawnkit and Mousekit. Both kits were adored and never left for want. Soon though, the opposite personalities became apparent. Fawnkit would snuggle with their mother or Mousekit while Mousekit preferred to sleep alone when it wasn’t absolutely necessary to sleep with another. Fawnkit and Mousekit were rarely seen apart though. From birth they continued the strange relationship they have of banter, give and take and awkward love.
While in the nursery, Fawnkit became the kit that others wanted to play with and Mousekit, well, she could sit by herself and watch if she liked. One day, while Fawnkit was playing with the other kits she began to notice that her sister wouldn’t play with them. She wouldn’t have anything to do with the other kits. So, after going over there and tackling her sister to the ground and trying to get her to play and a heated argument about “Mind your own space, Fawnkit!” they drew closer. They would have rows like every other set of siblings and fall outs and forgiveness, but one thing never changed: their constant, easy going banter.
They had a mostly normal kithood. The dreamed of becoming warriors while secretly Fawnkit hated the idea and even had nightmares about the battles. Abounding encouragement from their slightly hyperactive father and gentle nudgings from their mother.
As they grew, their size never had great changes. They stayed very small from kithood to warriorhood. They became accustomed to the names like “Littlekit” and “Tinykit” or even the great original “Midgetkit”. There had been stories of cats who stayed the same height from birth till death, which terrified the kits, but they grew a slight few mouse hairs all through their kithood. Around their apprenticeship though they began to slow down in their growing.
When the sisters were named apprentices, Fawnpaw and Mousepaw, Fawnpaw was given Sandfur. He was, as named, a sand colored tabby with green eyes and a giant. This terrified Fawnpaw. His huge shoulders and paws and his deep voice made Fawnpaw want to take for the woods and never turn back. The first thing he did was take her on an easy stroll through the territory (the one that every mentor does) and let the bumbling apprentice bounce around and scare away the prey. The leader at the time knew what he was doing when he gave Fawnpaw to Sandfur. Like Fawnpaw, Sandfur had no desire to fight. He would much rather hunt for the Clan.
Fawnpaw very quickly learned that Sandfur would rather be friends more than mentor-apprentice. He would be a friend that would teach her things like how to properly protect herself from danger and when it was okay to fight even though she never wanted to. Many times their ‘training’ together has ended up in conversations about when they have to fight and when it’s okay to step away. Fawnpaw looked up to Sandfur. She wanted to be just like him. Brave, courageous and strong, but still gentle and have no desire for fighting. One thing that Sandfur and Fawnpaw thrived on were the days when they practiced hunting. Instead of Fawnpaw’s constant shuffling of paws or hopping from side to side, Fawnpaw listened with such intent and fervor. A little correction here, “stop twitching” there and that’s when Fawnpaw knew that she was meant to be a hunter. She couldn’t take down bigger kills like rabbits or gulls, but she could get into the mice nests and take out three or four and send most of the others into the claws of the other cats. They found comfort in each other and similar viewpoints. But while Fawnpaw was over here being a “hippy” as we call them, her sister was the opposite. Maybe not a complete one-eighty, but Mousepaw was at least learning to fight.
Due to her constant movement of stepping side to side and hopping and her large range of jumping for her size, Fawnpaw was given the name Fawnleap. She would use her pacifism to keep her Clan calm when a fight wasn’t necessary, and would use her hunting talents to keep her beloved ShadowClan fed. She stood her vigil with her sister, Mousestep (for her quiet paws). Both sisters were young, and opposite ideas no less, they’re still thick as thieves. They’re still young warriors but they have a lot of future ahead of them.
The two lovebirds spent much of their apprenticeship sneaking out of the camp at night together so they could be alone. It only encouraged Mudfoot’s pursuit of his love interest when she agreed to the late night walks. Slowly Dustwhisker fell in love with him as well. They were a young couple to begin with and everyone knew that as soon as they were warriors that they were going to be “officially” mates. They didn’t feel the need to tell everyone because, well, it didn’t feel like it needed to be said. You couldn’t have one without the other. They were true soul mates.
Not long after they received their warrior names the two decided to have kits. The whole Clan was joyous to receive the news of the pregnancy. Who wouldn’t be happy that the Clan’s most loved mates were expecting? The allotted amount of time passed and Dustwhisker gave birth to two, beautifully tiny kits. One darker than the other, but both completely the same and yet entirely unique. After some discussion that included their coloring (which is subject to change as they get older) and their abnormally small size, they were named Fawnkit and Mousekit. Both kits were adored and never left for want. Soon though, the opposite personalities became apparent. Fawnkit would snuggle with their mother or Mousekit while Mousekit preferred to sleep alone when it wasn’t absolutely necessary to sleep with another. Fawnkit and Mousekit were rarely seen apart though. From birth they continued the strange relationship they have of banter, give and take and awkward love.
While in the nursery, Fawnkit became the kit that others wanted to play with and Mousekit, well, she could sit by herself and watch if she liked. One day, while Fawnkit was playing with the other kits she began to notice that her sister wouldn’t play with them. She wouldn’t have anything to do with the other kits. So, after going over there and tackling her sister to the ground and trying to get her to play and a heated argument about “Mind your own space, Fawnkit!” they drew closer. They would have rows like every other set of siblings and fall outs and forgiveness, but one thing never changed: their constant, easy going banter.
They had a mostly normal kithood. The dreamed of becoming warriors while secretly Fawnkit hated the idea and even had nightmares about the battles. Abounding encouragement from their slightly hyperactive father and gentle nudgings from their mother.
As they grew, their size never had great changes. They stayed very small from kithood to warriorhood. They became accustomed to the names like “Littlekit” and “Tinykit” or even the great original “Midgetkit”. There had been stories of cats who stayed the same height from birth till death, which terrified the kits, but they grew a slight few mouse hairs all through their kithood. Around their apprenticeship though they began to slow down in their growing.
When the sisters were named apprentices, Fawnpaw and Mousepaw, Fawnpaw was given Sandfur. He was, as named, a sand colored tabby with green eyes and a giant. This terrified Fawnpaw. His huge shoulders and paws and his deep voice made Fawnpaw want to take for the woods and never turn back. The first thing he did was take her on an easy stroll through the territory (the one that every mentor does) and let the bumbling apprentice bounce around and scare away the prey. The leader at the time knew what he was doing when he gave Fawnpaw to Sandfur. Like Fawnpaw, Sandfur had no desire to fight. He would much rather hunt for the Clan.
Fawnpaw very quickly learned that Sandfur would rather be friends more than mentor-apprentice. He would be a friend that would teach her things like how to properly protect herself from danger and when it was okay to fight even though she never wanted to. Many times their ‘training’ together has ended up in conversations about when they have to fight and when it’s okay to step away. Fawnpaw looked up to Sandfur. She wanted to be just like him. Brave, courageous and strong, but still gentle and have no desire for fighting. One thing that Sandfur and Fawnpaw thrived on were the days when they practiced hunting. Instead of Fawnpaw’s constant shuffling of paws or hopping from side to side, Fawnpaw listened with such intent and fervor. A little correction here, “stop twitching” there and that’s when Fawnpaw knew that she was meant to be a hunter. She couldn’t take down bigger kills like rabbits or gulls, but she could get into the mice nests and take out three or four and send most of the others into the claws of the other cats. They found comfort in each other and similar viewpoints. But while Fawnpaw was over here being a “hippy” as we call them, her sister was the opposite. Maybe not a complete one-eighty, but Mousepaw was at least learning to fight.
Due to her constant movement of stepping side to side and hopping and her large range of jumping for her size, Fawnpaw was given the name Fawnleap. She would use her pacifism to keep her Clan calm when a fight wasn’t necessary, and would use her hunting talents to keep her beloved ShadowClan fed. She stood her vigil with her sister, Mousestep (for her quiet paws). Both sisters were young, and opposite ideas no less, they’re still thick as thieves. They’re still young warriors but they have a lot of future ahead of them.
never let me go, never let me go
ROLE-PLAYER: Seafeather :D
WRITING SAMPLE:
Hm...nah, I’m good. I don’t really feel like doing this. XP
Lyrics: Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine
