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Post by Fawnstar <3 [Lizette] on Mar 9, 2009 16:56:16 GMT -5
Fawnstar ♥ [/size]
Gender: She-cat and loving it![/size]
Age: 31 Moons hardly elder material.[/size]
Clan: DreamClan who else?[/size]
Rank: Leader she will rock you~![/size]
Description: She is a she-cat with an average build. The top of her face is a burnt sienna color, and the lower portion is a cream and white shade. The base color of her pelt is white, but she has big brown splotches covering her fur. In between the brown spots, she has light ginger markings across her pelt. Her tail is the mixture of most of the colors on her pelt. Her eyes are a murky green, with the hint of blue. isn't she perdy?[/size]
Personality: Fawnstar tends to be a caring leader, but she definitly have an aggresive side in herself. She tries to be equal when it comes to matter of the clan, but she isn't perfect. She can be sterotypical, and she really tries not to. If she is intact with one she doesn't like, she really tries to be kind, really, she does, but of course most of the time her gut takes over. She isn't the greatest liar, and will usually pause constantly, unsure what to say. It is the way she reacts to herself lying, it is like her body doesn't let her. She will pause, choke up, and her mouth will constantly change shapes. In other words, if she is lying, it doesn't take a whole clan to tell. she's a doll![/size]
Kin: Gigi: Mother, kittypet.
Russetclaw: Father, clan cat.
Creamers: Sister, kittypet.
Mate/Crush: None, though she sometimes crushes on her senior warriors.
Apprentice: None yet, open. However, she is trying not to have an apprentice, because she has duties for her clan, and can't balance all at once.
History: (I make up the names of the cats in DreamClan) "Oh darling, look at the kits! Aren't they so dainty?" Gigi said to clan cat mate.
"I guess, they seem, erm, lovely," he retorted in a sarcastic tone, ashamed that his children are such worthless kits. What was Russetclaw to think, having to risk kittypet genes messing with these future warriors!
"Listen," Russetclaw started, "I just need a fierce kit for the clan, not a darling, spoiled pest!" He slammed down his paw, startling the two little kits.
Gigi rolled her eyes at this statement, not one bit intimidated by her demanding mate. "Well sweety-" she began.
"Well?" He interrupted, not caring about Gigi's statements. He swooped down and toughly tugged on one of the kits neck, then pulled her away, whining and screeching as she was pulled away from her mother. Russetclaw sadistically chuckled at the scene, just wanting fresh kits for his clan, not caring about the poor she-cat's needs as well.
-x-
"...and I found this starving kit near our hunting grounds, abandoned and no place to go. How could I neglect the warrior code?" All of the clan cats agreed to this statement, also spilling with the fact, where did this kit come from? The cats cautiously went in to smell the kit, hoping to catch a light scent from an enemy clan. Instead of a forest aroma, they all shuddered at the scent of fox dung.
"Ew, where has this rascal been?" An elder complained, his nose now stuffed with the stench.
Russetclaw was chuckling inside, as he mistakenly dropped the kit in fresh fox dung, easily disguising the kittypet reek.
-x-
Many moons later...
"Hurry up, Fawnfoot!" The warriors complained to her, as they were all rushing outside the warriors den. She rolled her eyes at them, obviously in no hurry. She tucked out of her bramble bed, then slowly strutted over to the commotion that had the whole clan rumbling with fear, and excitement. What could ever be so important? Moonhigh! she suddenly remembered. All of her curiosity was replaced with excitement, the new deputy was going to be chosen! It was quite depressing, as lovely Bitterntail died from poisoned crowfood that was spread around camp, but now Bitterntail's body is here to witness the beginning of another deputy! Soon, a familiar echoed filled the clan. Mistystar! say these words before the body of Bitterntail, so his spirit may hear and approve my choice. Fawnfoot will be the new deputy of DreamClan!
-x-
Many moons later...
Blood coated the newly sprouted bramble bushes. Cats lying motionless across the field. Other cats rudely crossing them, as if they were never a life before. A certain pelt color claimed emphasis to her, a glossy blue-gray! Mistystar!, she recognized. She padded over to her, trying to avoid fierce cats battling all around him. The scene was gone, and all she could focus on was her squirming leader, who seemed in agony. "Mistystar?" He questioned, moving over so she was sitting at her side. Mistystar flinched, as if she was wondering who called her name. "Mistystar, it's Fawnfoot! I'm here, it's okay!" She tried to reassure her leader, but to no prevail. Oh no, Fawnfoot thought. Was she losing a life? At this point, it seemed quite obvious that Mistystar had lost a life, but how many did she have? Fawnfoot asked, "Which one was that?", wondering which life she lost. She gazed at Mistystar as her leader's eyes closed, muttering the words, "I'll watch you from StarClan." Her eyelid finally shut, as Fawnfoot sobbed over her one friend, her inspiration, her leader. I can't be leader! she thought, realizing all of the work Mistystar planned out for her. She gazed up into the stars, wondering where Mistystar will be. Oh Mistystar, oh StarClan, help me! she whined.
Other: Erm, hello?
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Gender: She-cat and loving it![/size]
Age: 31 Moons hardly elder material.[/size]
Clan: DreamClan who else?[/size]
Rank: Leader she will rock you~![/size]
Description: She is a she-cat with an average build. The top of her face is a burnt sienna color, and the lower portion is a cream and white shade. The base color of her pelt is white, but she has big brown splotches covering her fur. In between the brown spots, she has light ginger markings across her pelt. Her tail is the mixture of most of the colors on her pelt. Her eyes are a murky green, with the hint of blue. isn't she perdy?[/size]
Personality: Fawnstar tends to be a caring leader, but she definitly have an aggresive side in herself. She tries to be equal when it comes to matter of the clan, but she isn't perfect. She can be sterotypical, and she really tries not to. If she is intact with one she doesn't like, she really tries to be kind, really, she does, but of course most of the time her gut takes over. She isn't the greatest liar, and will usually pause constantly, unsure what to say. It is the way she reacts to herself lying, it is like her body doesn't let her. She will pause, choke up, and her mouth will constantly change shapes. In other words, if she is lying, it doesn't take a whole clan to tell. she's a doll![/size]
Kin: Gigi: Mother, kittypet.
Russetclaw: Father, clan cat.
Creamers: Sister, kittypet.
Mate/Crush: None, though she sometimes crushes on her senior warriors.
Apprentice: None yet, open. However, she is trying not to have an apprentice, because she has duties for her clan, and can't balance all at once.
History: (I make up the names of the cats in DreamClan) "Oh darling, look at the kits! Aren't they so dainty?" Gigi said to clan cat mate.
"I guess, they seem, erm, lovely," he retorted in a sarcastic tone, ashamed that his children are such worthless kits. What was Russetclaw to think, having to risk kittypet genes messing with these future warriors!
"Listen," Russetclaw started, "I just need a fierce kit for the clan, not a darling, spoiled pest!" He slammed down his paw, startling the two little kits.
Gigi rolled her eyes at this statement, not one bit intimidated by her demanding mate. "Well sweety-" she began.
"Well?" He interrupted, not caring about Gigi's statements. He swooped down and toughly tugged on one of the kits neck, then pulled her away, whining and screeching as she was pulled away from her mother. Russetclaw sadistically chuckled at the scene, just wanting fresh kits for his clan, not caring about the poor she-cat's needs as well.
-x-
"...and I found this starving kit near our hunting grounds, abandoned and no place to go. How could I neglect the warrior code?" All of the clan cats agreed to this statement, also spilling with the fact, where did this kit come from? The cats cautiously went in to smell the kit, hoping to catch a light scent from an enemy clan. Instead of a forest aroma, they all shuddered at the scent of fox dung.
"Ew, where has this rascal been?" An elder complained, his nose now stuffed with the stench.
Russetclaw was chuckling inside, as he mistakenly dropped the kit in fresh fox dung, easily disguising the kittypet reek.
-x-
Many moons later...
"Hurry up, Fawnfoot!" The warriors complained to her, as they were all rushing outside the warriors den. She rolled her eyes at them, obviously in no hurry. She tucked out of her bramble bed, then slowly strutted over to the commotion that had the whole clan rumbling with fear, and excitement. What could ever be so important? Moonhigh! she suddenly remembered. All of her curiosity was replaced with excitement, the new deputy was going to be chosen! It was quite depressing, as lovely Bitterntail died from poisoned crowfood that was spread around camp, but now Bitterntail's body is here to witness the beginning of another deputy! Soon, a familiar echoed filled the clan. Mistystar! say these words before the body of Bitterntail, so his spirit may hear and approve my choice. Fawnfoot will be the new deputy of DreamClan!
-x-
Many moons later...
Blood coated the newly sprouted bramble bushes. Cats lying motionless across the field. Other cats rudely crossing them, as if they were never a life before. A certain pelt color claimed emphasis to her, a glossy blue-gray! Mistystar!, she recognized. She padded over to her, trying to avoid fierce cats battling all around him. The scene was gone, and all she could focus on was her squirming leader, who seemed in agony. "Mistystar?" He questioned, moving over so she was sitting at her side. Mistystar flinched, as if she was wondering who called her name. "Mistystar, it's Fawnfoot! I'm here, it's okay!" She tried to reassure her leader, but to no prevail. Oh no, Fawnfoot thought. Was she losing a life? At this point, it seemed quite obvious that Mistystar had lost a life, but how many did she have? Fawnfoot asked, "Which one was that?", wondering which life she lost. She gazed at Mistystar as her leader's eyes closed, muttering the words, "I'll watch you from StarClan." Her eyelid finally shut, as Fawnfoot sobbed over her one friend, her inspiration, her leader. I can't be leader! she thought, realizing all of the work Mistystar planned out for her. She gazed up into the stars, wondering where Mistystar will be. Oh Mistystar, oh StarClan, help me! she whined.
Other: Erm, hello?
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