Post by Rose on Feb 8, 2008 19:26:50 GMT -8
Name: Fernfoot
Age: 35 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Mistclan
Apprentice/Mentor: N/A
Appearance: Fernfoot is not what you could call a small she-cat. She is slightly larger, about the size of a tom. Her shoulders are a bit broader than most she-cat's. She's not the fastest cat around, but knows how to use her size in a battle. Her fur is an untidy mix of grey and brown with a tad of white around her face and toes. The fur is of medium length, and has tabby markings on her tail, legs, and head. Fernfoot's eyes are a pale yellow, and are round in shape. Her face is not narrow; it is more broad and round-like.
Voice: Quite bouncy and full of fun. It seems as if she is always very loud. This she-cat has a voice like a young apprentice ready for the hunt. Always excited, always ready.
Battle: Being larger than most she-cats gives this warrior a huge advantage. Her leg muscles are powerful, and she has good balance. Prefers to attack head-on, instead of dodging around.
Personality: Fernfoot is a playful sort of warrior that is easily distracted when she is doing something that bores her. This she-cat is a talkitive one who always chatters no matter how boring the subject. She always has something to say. Though this she-cat is friendly(And slightly annoying to some), she is a fierce battler who lives for the excitement of fighting. This she-cat really shines not when she is hunting, but when she is battling. She is a fierce warrior who never backs down from a fight. Would much rather protect and help her Clan by battling and patroling rather than guarding and hunting.
History: Fernfoot was born out of camp right before a rain. Her mother was too weak to carry the kits to camp right away, so she placed them in a tree hollow before going for a small hunt. The kits huddled together, sleepy from eating. Before the mother returned, however, a fox scented the kits. Two kits were taken and long gone by the time Frostpelt returned. The queen was devestated, and died soon after from grief.
When Pebblekit and Fernkit became apprentices, the weather soon turned nasty. Pebblepaw caught the deadly greencough and passed away soon after Leaf-bare began. Fernpaw only suffered a minor cough, and was made into a warrior 8 moons later.
So far, nothing has really happened to this she-cat in her life as a warrior. She still does not know that her real mother is not who she thinks she is.
Family:
Mother: Frostpelt-StarClan
Father: Unknown-Unknown
Brother: Pebblepaw-StarClan
SW: Early in the morning, a large cat was padding along the edge of her territory, completly alone. She would walk for a bit, pause to sniff the air, then continue on. After this cycle repeated itself about ten times, the brown and grey she-cat sighed.
"Nothing more boring than hunting." she meowed, crouching down for a moment. Listening for the sounds of prey, her ears swiveled as a crunch of braken came from her left.
The she-cat turned, hissing as she caught a scent. Rogue. The cat that was in the undergrowth froze, hearing her hiss.
"Come out foxdung." Fernfoot snarled. The rogue didn't hesitate.
A large tawny tom leaped from the braken, his jaws parting in a furious yowl. He landed on the Echoclan warrior, causing her to be knocked off balance. A smirk crossed his maw as he placed his paws on her flank. "Bye-bye Clan cat." he hissed, eyes gleaming coldly. His jaws parted as he leaned down to bite her throat. "Oh no you don't!" Fernfoot hissed, twisting herself. She gathered her strength as she pushed her hind legs into the tom's belly with all her might.
A surprised yowl escaped from the male's throat as he was thrown into a patch of thorns. His fur stuck for a few moments before he tore himself lose and raced off into the loner's territory. "And don't come back!" Fernfoot yowled, voicing her victory to the heavens.
Other: Frostpelt never told anyone in the Clan who the kit's father was. It was actually a loner, but his name will not be stated here.
