|For nice people who want to help me out x3|
Past Names: Fawnpaw, Fawnkit
Prefix: || Fawn || For her light brown pelt
Suffix: || Whisker || For her abnormally short whiskers
Age: 17 Moons
Mentor: [Previous] Gorsefoot - Deceased - Smogclan - NPC
Voice: A gender-neutral voice with average pitch
Breed: American Longhair Mix
Fur Length: Long fur
Build: Muscular, though with little excess fat
Pelt Texture: Long and rather springy
Pawpads and Nose: Marbled pink and grey
Eyes: Buttercup yellow
Weight: Average, if not a little on the heavier side due to larger build.
Height: A little bit taller than the average Smogclan cat
Injuries | Disabilities | Scars: None
7 / 10 - Sight
7 / 10 - Hearing
6 / 10 - Taste
8 / 10 - Smell
7 / 10 - Touch
8 / 10 - Strength
7 / 10 - Intelligence
6 / 10 - Endurance
6 / 10 - Speed
7 / 10 - Agility
9 / 10 - Jumping
8 / 10 - Climbing
8 / 10 - Stealth
3 / 10 - Crafting/artistic skills
1 / 10 - Herbal Knowledge
1 / 10 - Kitting Knowledge
4 / 10 - Leadership
8 / 10 - Loyalty
8 / 10 - Memory
6 / 10 - Ability to learn
8 / 10 - Swimming
6 / 10 - Tactician
7 / 10 - Starclan
3 / 10 - Dark Forest
5 / 10 - Curses
P E R S O N A L I T Y.
Holds a grudge
Prejudiced against other clans
Mother/Adoptive Mother: Ashspot - Alive - Smogclan - NPC
Father/Adoptive Father: Harespring - Alive - Smogclan - NPC
Kits/Adoptive Kits: N/A
Grand-Kits/Adoptive Grand-kits: N/A
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Romantic Orientation: Omniromantic
Status: Single, not interested
Current Mate: N/A
Prefers: Interesting, funny, cute
Dis-prefers: Possessive, clingy, submissive
Fawnkit was an only kit, leaving her to search out other playmates. Since there were rarely any other kits in the nursery, Fawnkit often found herself playing with the older apprentices, which lead to her becoming rather competitive - And physically stronger. Her mother, of course, was extremely anxious about her only daughter playing with the more rambunctious apprentices, but the fear turned out to be unfounded, since after the first few weeks Fawnkit was able to hold her own. She also had the upper hand when she became an apprentice, since she knew what to expect from the stories her friends had told.
Fawnpaw’s apprenticeship had been based around training. She spent most of her time practicing various skill sets, though she still set aside time to talk and play with some of the other apprentices, all of whom were older than her. She began growing farther and farther away from her parents, to the point where she would see them maybe once a week, at tops. This didn’t much bother Fawnpaw, but it did hurt her mother, who retired to the elders den extremely early.
Fawnwhisker, as a young warrior, is just settling into her warrior duties. Its still hard for her to get up at the crack of dawn if required for a dawn patrol, but she tries to manage her time wisely so that she doesn’t burn out trying to be the best warrior possible.
She loves jokes, both telling them and hearing them. If you tell her a joke or laugh at one of her own she will love you forever.
As an apprentice, Fawnwhisker had once been convinced that she loved a small flowering plant that grew right outside her nest. She tended and cared for the plant, bringing it water and even talking to it. One night, however, it had been accidentally ripped up by another apprentice. Fawnwhisker - Fawnpaw at the time - Held a vigil for it.
Fawnwhisker is most definitely a night owl, preferring to stay up late for moon-light patrols instead of getting up early for dawn patrols.
Fawnwhisker was rarely allowed to attend gatherings, since she often got into heated arguments with felines from other clans about which clan was the best.
Goals: To be a reliable warrior and to eventually die in battle.
✔ - Notes
✔ - Comments
✔ - Skype
✘ - Chatrooms/Chatzy (I don’t quite know how to go about using either of these two options, but I would totally be open to rping there if someone could teach me owo’)
✔ - Paragraph
✘ - Text (1-2 sentences)
✘ - First Person
✔ - Third Person
✔ ||PG + 13
Fawnwhisker pushed her way through the brambles that formed the entrance to camp, her half-lidded eyes speaking of a weary tiredness. Her muddy paws dragged themselves to the lonely fresh kill pile, where she silently dropped a single medium-sized fish onto the pile with a wet plop. Usually, she wouldn’t be so tired, but she had been up early this morning and it was almost sun-rise now, so she had been up hunting for a full sun-cycle now. It didn’t help that all she had caught was a lousy fish - Apparently she wasn’t as good of a hunter as she had thought. Oh wow - It didn’t matter now. All that she really cared about was that she could finally go to sleep. She angled her body towards the warriors den and began plodding towards it, muscles relaxing with every step.
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