Fawnhart wrote:"Sometimes shut jaws equal to sheathed claws." -Fawnheart to an apprentice.
Fawnheart Rank: Warrior
Age: 38 moons
Gender: She-cat
Sexuality: Straight
History: Fawnkit squirmed out of the den, sunlight bathing her kit fur. Her yellow eyes widened, and her ears perked. Sunlight was lovely. Fawnkit was ready to love this world, and cradle it's inhabitants like her own kits. She ran around camp like a young doe. As if moments later, she stood under her leader, the clan calling out her apprentice name. Fawnpaw. Again, the little cat was ready. Another few moments, and Fawnpaw was half dead, green-cough gripping her breaths. The once strong and gentle cat crippled under nature's influence. But nature saw her beauty and her need to live, to thrive. A lovely light bathed Fawnpaw, giving her wellness and strength. Her eyes brightened, and she was well. She stood under her leader once more.
Fawnheart, for her love and care for every living thing. For her strength, and for her beauty.
Kin:
Mother-Berrystrike (NPC)
Father-Willowclaw (NPC)
Mate: None
Crush: None
Kits: None
+ traits: Gentle, kind, loving, eager to learn, and protective.
- traits: Selfless, obsessive, skittish, she has a hard time making herself battle.
Future names: N/A
Other: N/A
Scent: Fawnheart smells like a young doe that just rolled in pine needles.
Theme Song: Joan of Arc
Eye color: Yellow
Fur color: Cream Mackerel tabby
Breed of cat: Mixed
Battle marks/scars/injuries: A few tiny nicks in her ears
Major disabilities: Basically her immense love for everything.
Favorite type of prey: Ruffed Grouse
Hunting: 8/10
Swimming: 3/10
Fighting: 4/10
Healing: 1/10
Loyalty: 9/10
Speed: 8/10
Agility: 7/10
Climbing: 8/10
Intelligence: 9.5/10
βYou know you're in love when you can't fall
asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.β
β Dr. Seuss
βYou only live once, but if you do it right,
once is enough.β
β Mae West