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So, i couldnt read some of the little bubbles on the app........ i just filled in the ones i could and i wasnt really sure how to do the pelt thing..... :/ sorry guys!!! If there is anything i need to change, just tell me, and this character was adopted, so most of her history was already determined.
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Name: fawnkit/ fawnpaw/ fawnleap/ (Silentvoice)
Age: 18 moons
Gender: female
Breed: ???
Appearance: Lanky, slender, and silky furred, Fawnleap is a very beautiful she cat. She spends a lot of time in whatever greenery she can find on the volcanic mountain. Her scent is a mixture of spring and smoke.

Rank: new warrior
Clan: { Ragged Clan - This clan of sturdy cats lives atop the south face of a dormant volcano. They are known for their brute strength and stubbornness. }

CTSC: shes well connected. She trys to follow the rules as best as she can.
Med. knowledge: she knows just a little more than the average cat, due to alot of her time being spent in the medicine den.

Personality: [timid] [self-conscious] [quiet] [some-what curious]
Timid : Fawnleap is very timid, due to her horrific past. She tends to shy away from battles and anything with blood and gore. She likes to spend most of her time in the medicine cat den, or in the nursery, playing with the kits.

Self-conscious: Fawnleap doesn’t know she’s beautiful. She sometimes catches tom cats staring at her, but she usually dismisses it as them judging her because of what her mother did.

Quiet: Oh, what a quiet she-cat Fawnleap is. She spends her time alone, when she does speak, its in a very soft melodic voice. (a little like lady from lady and the tramp.) She is often heard humming or singing quietly to herself.

Some-what curious: Though Fawnleap is curious, her timid personality usually stops her from doing any big exploring of potentially dangerous situations.

History:

Lucky clover (kithood):

Fawnkit was born to a liter of four. Her favorite of the bunch was her sister, cloverkit. The two were very much alike, always quiet. They would stay in the nursery making up little songs and grooming each other while the others played outside. Fawnkit called her sister “my lucky clover” She loved her to death, she was her only friend. One day, everything changed, something unusual happened…..Uncle Ghostride came for a visit!! He asked Heronstrike if he could take cloverkit out for some fresh air. Fawnkit had a nervous feeling in her stomach. Her mothers jaw was clenched and her eyes were dull as she watched her daughter bounce away. Was there something heronstrike knew that Fawnkit didn’t? Cloverkit never came back that day, fawnkit didn’t understand what had happened to her……. Because of this, she slipped into a deep depression, making her even more quiet and withdrawn from the world.

The secrets are revealed (apprenticeship):

Fawnpaw was a quiet apprentice; she was doing well in her training, though she had trouble killing other animals, even if it was just a small mouse. She was close to becoming a warrior when she got the shock of her life…..her father told her everything….. he told her of ghoststride and snakeskins betrayal…and worst of all, cloverkits death. Fawnpaw was terrified, this was when her timidness kicked in. From that time on she had a subtle shake, at all times.

The Heron Strikes:

A newly made warrior, Fawnleap was thrilled!!! Her mother, heronstrike, invited fawnleap and her siblings to go out hunting. The she-cat was having so much fun!!! Until…she heard a shriek….. She raced to the cry as fast as her little paws could carry her. A scene of horror lay before the trembling cat. Her adopted sister lay dead on the ground, and her brother was pinned down in the dust by….Fawnleap couldn’t believe her eyes, the blood stained muzzle belonged to none other than her mother. Fawnleap huddled with her siblings, her life flashing before her eyes. She thought surely Duckfeather would lose his life at his mother’s jaws, but not so. Quailwhisker slammed into Heronstrike. They tumbled and wrestled on the ground until Quilwhisker delivered the death blow. So much blood had been spilled……Fawnleap continued to shake as they carried her sisters dead, lifeless body back to camp.
(more to come through rping)

Family:
Father| Quailstar| alive
Mother| Heronstrike|dead
Brothers| Duckfeather/ Brazenwind/ both alive
Sisters| cloverkit/ brighthunter/ ferretdaze/ dead, alive, dead

Relationship tracker:
| Relationships | }
Enemy
Friend
Best Friend
Aquaintince
Family
Crush
Love
Mate
Dislike
Unsure
Dead
* Past Feelings

RP Example: Fawnleap sat, silently on a grassy rock high up on the mountain. She looked up as a hawk circled above, she wasn’t frightened, like most cats would, no, should be. She loved other animals, and other animals loved her. She purred and licked her chest fur. Fawnleap sighed and began to sing a little tune “deep in the meadow, under the willow, a bed of grass , a soft green pillow…” she closed her eyes and enjoyed the suns rays on her fur,finally she let the feeling of sleep take over.

Description
So, i couldnt read some of the little bubbles on the app........ i just filled in the ones i could and i wasnt really sure how to do the pelt thing..... :/ sorry guys!!! If there is anything i need to change, just tell me, and this character was adopted, so most of her history was already determined.
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Name: fawnkit/ fawnpaw/ fawnleap/ (Silentvoice)
Age: 18 moons
Gender: female
Breed: ???
Appearance: Lanky, slender, and silky furred, Fawnleap is a very beautiful she cat. She spends a lot of time in whatever greenery she can find on the volcanic mountain. Her scent is a mixture of spring and smoke.

Rank: new warrior
Clan: { Ragged Clan - This clan of sturdy cats lives atop the south face of a dormant volcano. They are known for their brute strength and stubbornness. }

CTSC: shes well connected. She trys to follow the rules as best as she can.
Med. knowledge: she knows just a little more than the average cat, due to alot of her time being spent in the medicine den.

Personality: [timid] [self-conscious] [quiet] [some-what curious]
Timid : Fawnleap is very timid, due to her horrific past. She tends to shy away from battles and anything with blood and gore. She likes to spend most of her time in the medicine cat den, or in the nursery, playing with the kits.

Self-conscious: Fawnleap doesn’t know she’s beautiful. She sometimes catches tom cats staring at her, but she usually dismisses it as them judging her because of what her mother did.

Quiet: Oh, what a quiet she-cat Fawnleap is. She spends her time alone, when she does speak, its in a very soft melodic voice. (a little like lady from lady and the tramp.) She is often heard humming or singing quietly to herself.

Some-what curious: Though Fawnleap is curious, her timid personality usually stops her from doing any big exploring of potentially dangerous situations.

History:

Lucky clover (kithood):

Fawnkit was born to a liter of four. Her favorite of the bunch was her sister, cloverkit. The two were very much alike, always quiet. They would stay in the nursery making up little songs and grooming each other while the others played outside. Fawnkit called her sister “my lucky clover” She loved her to death, she was her only friend. One day, everything changed, something unusual happened…..Uncle Ghostride came for a visit!! He asked Heronstrike if he could take cloverkit out for some fresh air. Fawnkit had a nervous feeling in her stomach. Her mothers jaw was clenched and her eyes were dull as she watched her daughter bounce away. Was there something heronstrike knew that Fawnkit didn’t? Cloverkit never came back that day, fawnkit didn’t understand what had happened to her……. Because of this, she slipped into a deep depression, making her even more quiet and withdrawn from the world.

The secrets are revealed (apprenticeship):

Fawnpaw was a quiet apprentice; she was doing well in her training, though she had trouble killing other animals, even if it was just a small mouse. She was close to becoming a warrior when she got the shock of her life…..her father told her everything….. he told her of ghoststride and snakeskins betrayal…and worst of all, cloverkits death. Fawnpaw was terrified, this was when her timidness kicked in. From that time on she had a subtle shake, at all times.

The Heron Strikes:

A newly made warrior, Fawnleap was thrilled!!! Her mother, heronstrike, invited fawnleap and her siblings to go out hunting. The she-cat was having so much fun!!! Until…she heard a shriek….. She raced to the cry as fast as her little paws could carry her. A scene of horror lay before the trembling cat. Her adopted sister lay dead on the ground, and her brother was pinned down in the dust by….Fawnleap couldn’t believe her eyes, the blood stained muzzle belonged to none other than her mother. Fawnleap huddled with her siblings, her life flashing before her eyes. She thought surely Duckfeather would lose his life at his mother’s jaws, but not so. Quailwhisker slammed into Heronstrike. They tumbled and wrestled on the ground until Quilwhisker delivered the death blow. So much blood had been spilled……Fawnleap continued to shake as they carried her sisters dead, lifeless body back to camp.
(more to come through rping)

Family:
Father| Quailstar| alive
Mother| Heronstrike|dead
Brothers| Duckfeather/ Brazenwind/ both alive
Sisters| cloverkit/ brighthunter/ ferretdaze/ dead, alive, dead

Relationship tracker:
| Relationships | }
Enemy
Friend
Best Friend
Aquaintince
Family
Crush
Love
Mate
Dislike
Unsure
Dead
* Past Feelings

RP Example: Fawnleap sat, silently on a grassy rock high up on the mountain. She looked up as a hawk circled above, she wasn’t frightened, like most cats would, no, should be. She loved other animals, and other animals loved her. She purred and licked her chest fur. Fawnleap sighed and began to sing a little tune “deep in the meadow, under the willow, a bed of grass , a soft green pillow…” she closed her eyes and enjoyed the suns rays on her fur,finally she let the feeling of sleep take over.