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Post by lace ! on Jun 9, 2011 17:59:57 GMT -5
NAME// --- Fawnleaf
AGE// --- 14 moons
GENDER// --- Female
CLAN// --- VertigoClan
DESIRED POSITION// --- Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// --- Black tortoiseshell with a white muzzle and throat; green eyes.
DESCRIPTION//
--- Fawnleaf is a small, longhaired warrior. Her coat is mainly black, though it fades to an orange tortoiseshell hue on her back legs and a small part around her face. She has a white throat that spreads like a bib most of the way around her neck. Also white is her muzzle, her nose bridge and up to a point between her eyes. Fawnleaf has long fur, very thick and straight. She has a long tail, somewhat ratty since it drags often in the dirt, that is also mainly black but becomes a dark, mottled tortoiseshell in a strip about three-fourths of the way up. Fawnleaf’s face is solemn, somewhat sad, and she tends to wilt in public, being extremely withdrawn. Her legs, mainly black with white socks on the front paws, are short and stocky. She’s small for her age, somewhat delicate looking, and has a haunted, somewhat lost look to her. The eyes are light yellow, looking hopeless most of the time. She has a very quiet voice, pretty, but also very sad in a soft way.
PERSONALITY//
--- Well, this is a pretty sad kitty. As her name implies—she’s sort of burned out, lost hope for the future and it definitely shows. Everything about her is near enough to break your heart—how she carries herself, like she’s about to break down, how she speaks… well, what can I say. It’s pretty depressing, right there! Fawnleaf’s secretly privately in total grief. For what? Everything. Deep inside, she’s awfully lonely, even though cats try to support her. However, she’s a stubborn she-cat, and she doesn’t want a friend out of pity, she wants one that genuinely likes her. These high standards began to fail her as she slowly realized how hard it was to make friends at all, and she withdrew into herself. She used to be so firey, so full of energy and life, but as time passed and she began to suffer a set of realizations, her fire began to slowly burn out until she was left as a shell of what she had once been. However, within still lay a spark of emotion, of that old Fawnleaf, and it shows from time to time. Every now and then, the cat forgets her troubles and is able to laugh, to have fun, but it takes a pretty sudden gust of air to fan that spark into a flame.
EXPERIENCE//
--- Fawnleaf was the single kit of a queen named Mourningheart. The queen was herself, a somewhat depressed cat, also having lost her mate Clawslash only days before Fawnleaf was born in a border skirmish. Clawslash, a violent and energetic tortoiseshell, threw himself and a TempestClan intruder into the gorge, in effect destroying them both. Mourningheart was naturally somewhat distraught by this, and perhaps her grief poisoned the kits she carried. Two were stillborn, dead before they lived, but a single, small kit survived. This kit Mourningheart named Fawnleaf, to express the feeling in her chest. Bitter at the loss of two kits and Clawslash, who’d practically brought her back from a suicidal death with his energy, Mourningheart herself lasted about three moons before she was found dead in the forest. Whether this resulted from suicide or just losing hope was unknown.
Perhaps this was when Fawnleaf’s energy and flame that which she’d inherited from her proud, vigorous father began to sputter. The loss of a kit’s mother was hazardous, even at three moons of age. By this point, the black tortoiseshell was able to survive without milk, and therefore was not given a surrogate mother. This may have been an oversight by the current leader, since this early loss of parent threw Fawnleaf into a hopelessly lost, confused spiral. By the time she was of apprenticeship age, Fawnleaf had already lost almost all of her hope. She’d become solitary, lonely, but somehow her stubborn nature prevailed above all. Though she was chasing her own destruction, Fawnleaf’s tiny spark of life refused to yield, to try and be around other cats more, and so she remained a walking mass of sorrow, of grief for a long-gone father and a mother she never really knew, for the hopes and dreams that suddenly seemed impossible and so far away. And so life went on…
OTHER//
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Jun 9, 2011 18:14:33 GMT -5
very nice, accepted. :3
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