Fawntrance // New WindClan

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Name: Fawntrance
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: New WindClan
Rank: Medicine cat

Appearance: Like most WindClan cats Fawntrance is a slender cat, with a streamlined build and long, thin legs. Her body is suited best for running, which doesn't do her much good in the boggy swamps. Because she is not the strongest of cats, she has been known to get stuck in the mud when searching for herbs. She would be a fast runner, if there was room to run. Set into her rounded face are her two bright amber eyes. Around them her face is framed by tufts of fur that stick out in every direction, from her cheeks, ears and chin. It gives her a somewhat raggity appearance; she calls it her "mane".

Fawntrace is known as a silver fawn, meaning she has silvery hairs tipped with light brown. (I think) Along her chest and underbelly the fur fades to pure white intermingling with the silver hairs. She is a longhair, with a lot of fluff and a long, plumy tail. Long hair is hard to keep clean, and often her fur is tangled and matted with mud and swamp water. Along with that, static electricity is the bane of her existance. In humid weather (which is common in the swamps), it causes her fur to puff out until Fawntrance resembles a giant puffball.

Personality: Fawntrance is a quiet and reserved cat, the type you could never really picture in any sort of leadership position. And yet here she is. She rarely speaks unless giving directions, and usually keeps her opinions to herself. Because of this, not much is known about the inner workings of Fawntrance's mind. The only cat she's even been known to open up to was her brother...And he was left behind in WindClan when the cats were relocated.

Since the relocation she has become more closed off than ever. Her life is committed to her herbs and remedies, and she does little else. That isn't to say she does nothing but sit around in her den, though. She can usually be found wandering the swamp, picking the herbs she knows and some plants she doesn't recognize. Then she experiments with them herself, trying to come up with better and more efficient ways to heal. So far he efforts have been fruitless, and her eating foriegn plants makes her sick more often than not.

Though Fawntrance rarely speaks to other cats, she is sometimes caught communing with birds and other prey animals. She can't understand them, obviously, but she likes to listen to birdsong and try to imitate it with squeaks and squeals of her own. Fawntrance has always been a pacifist at heart, and as an apprentice hated hunting and fighting. She could never kill a living thing, even a mouse. So instead she tries to befriend them, though they don't share her sentiments.

History: Fawnkit and her brother Blastkit were born to two loyal WindClan warriors. They had a happy family, with a loving mother and a proud father. The siblings were best of friends, and did everything together. Whereas Fawnkit was shy and quiet, Blastkit was loud and outgoing. He would lead his sister on wild imaginary adventures, cavorting around the camp with Fawnkit tagging on behind, a smile on her face.

When they were apprenticed, Blastpaw knew this was his time to shine. He was skilled in hunting and fighting, and always seemed to remember his battle moves. Though sometimes his temper ran away with him, overall he was shaping into a great warrior. Fawnpaw, however, was not. She was slow and skittish, and completely incapable of hurting another living thing. Her hunting was sloppy and in fights she always lost. After a while, her mentor gave up on her. For a time her brother tried to train her, until the medicine cat of WindClan took her under her wing.

Fawnpaw knew from then on that her calling was as a medicine cat. She learned quickly and always loved to try new things. It wasn't long before she got her full medicine cat's name--and was captured by Twolegs on the way home. They grabbed her and threw her in a cage before her mentor even knew what had happened. And before she could even register what had happened, she was in the swamps with New WindClan. There she has lived ever since, serving as the medicine cat.

RP Sample: Shimmerpool's ears and tail were drooping as she plodded along listlessly. It had been moons since she made any sort of long trip. Ever since her warrior ceremony she had rarely left camp, either. Thanks to training her apprentice she wasn't totally out of shape, but compared to bulky Vulpineheart nearby, Shimmerpool looked slow and useless.

Why am I even here? she couldn't help asking herself. Burnstripe always wanted to be leader, not me. She would do a better job. But she pushed the thoughts away, clearing her mind to blissful nothingness. There was no going back now.

Other: Hope you don't mind that I quoted the RP sample from another site. *winkwink*

[Neruka.]

Accepted~!