A small female cat, barely older than a kit, stumbles out of a make-shift den. The cat mewls loudly, disorientated and scared.
Why had her mother taken her out of camp just to leave her?
Her dull eyes blinked slowly; she was thinking.
Maybe it was a test! If she passed, she'd become an apprentice? Who knows.
The cat trotted into the forest, in search of her clan. Fawnkit would never find them.
Fawnkit is the age of an apprentice, just barely six moons old. She was abandoned by her mother,Goldenfable, because the leader of their clan had told Goldenfable that Fawnkit would become an apprentice the following morning.
Fawnkit was the runt.
Goldenfable reasoned in her mind that her daughter would never survive a true battle, so, instead of watching her daughter's mangled body be dragged back to camp later on, she'd let her daughter die without a audience.
[align=right][i]Name; Fawnkit
Age; Six moons {give or take a handful of days}
Size; Abnormally small due to being a runt
Breed; American Curl
Appearance; Except that her tail is bobbed from a birthing problem
Personality; Analytically_Self-Conscious_Careful_Tactful_Quick_Focused_Hard-Working
Looking for; Any gender cat to mentor her. Any kind of personality as well { we will see if they work well}
