Name:
Fawnflight
Age:
48 moons -- 4 human years -- 28 cat years
Gender:
She-cat
Appearance:
She is lean, like most Windclan cats, but thanks to her Riverclan heritage, her fur is unusually long and sleek. Because of her long, wiry legs too, many Riverclanners have regarded what a great swimmer she could've made, had she stayed in Riverclan, but that's another story. Fawnflight's eyes are large, and luminous, resembling street-lights with their eerie amber glow. Her fur is a soft shade of fawn, slightly creamy, and in a tabby pattern across her back and sides.
Personality:
To those who don't know her, Fawnflight is a quiet and subdued warrior, often regarded as a daydreamer. Many claim that she is disloyal because she spends her free time staring out over the river. True, she does often think of her mother in Riverclan, and yes, she does miss her, but that is all. She has no desperate plight of returning to her birth-clan, nor has she ever had thoughts of deserting. Her heart and loyalty lies with Windclan.
Fawnflight pays no attention to the accusing whispers, but, if you did approach her, you might call her shy or timid. I assure you, she is not shy nor is she timid. Just, mistrustful. She is unwilling to get too attached to cats considering her past, and she has few that she would ever consider her friends. If you do get on her good side though, be grateful. She may seem obsessive, but she is just trying to protect you, for only Starclan and a couple of others know what she's been through.
Likes:
Peace and quiet, stability and secretly swimming in the river when no-cat's looking.
Dislikes:
Annoying cats, danger and being afraid.
Strengths-- no more than three:
Unlike every other Windclanner, she can swim and catch fish.
Weaknesses-- at least two:
She doesn't cope well under pressure, and gets irritated easily when cats accuse her or judge her on her performance. She's more than a little bit of a perfectionist.
History (optional):
A long, long time ago, a bold tom from Windclan strayed too close to the Riverclan border. His name was Nightstrider. There, he encountered a beautiful Riverclan she-cat, known as Angelsong. After a tussle for prey, they both locked gazes and fell in love with each other almost instantly. After many se retive meetings, Angelsong admitted to Nightstrider that she was pregnant with his kits.
Three kits were born in Riverclan; two she-cats and a tom. Angelsong named the eldest, a creamy tabby she-cat, Fawnkit. She named the second, a light brown-and-white tom, Brackenkit. And she named the youngest, a night black she-kit, Nightkit, after her father. Angelsong took good care of her kits, showing them love and affection. However, when they reached their third moon, Windclan attacked. They raided Riverclan, acting on Nightstrider's orders.
He claimed the kits as his own, and faced Angelsong. Even though they still loved each other, they fought bitterly for possession of the kits. Sadly, in the mad tussle between the two clans, Nightkit was killed. Driven mad with rage, Angelsong turned on her ex-mate and killed him with a sharp blow to the head. Fawnkit and Brackenkit were stolen away in the night, leaving Angelsong heart-broken.
However, the story doesn't end there. Fawnkit was made into an apprentice along with her brother, and they went to their first Gathering. Unfortunately, Angelsong was there. Grief-struck, she climbed onto the Great Rock herself, and claimed ownership over her kits. Starclan was angry when furious yowls broke out, calling Angelsong a thief and a murderer. However, Windclan unwillingly came to a compromise; they handed over Fawnpaw to Riverclan and kept Brackenpaw.
Now separated from her brother, Fawnpaw went to her original home, despite her cries and pleas. She spent two moons here, and although Angelsong was as loving as ever, Fawnpaw ran away. She ran back to Windclan, followed by raging Riverclan warriors who claimed that she'd been stolen. Even though she told them truthfully that she'd run away, a terrible battle ensued, and Brackenpaw was killed.
The battle ended abruptly as the leaders both agreed that it was too much death and fuss over just a kit, now an apprentice who could make her own decisions. After Fawnpaw was asked where she'd rather stay - of which she answered, Windclan - Riverclan left, tired and bedraggled. Fawnpaw grew up under the watchful eye of the senior warriors, always having false gossip following her pawsteps. She wasn't trusted by any cat, and found it difficult to make friends.
She began to regret her decision, but she refused to be a disloyal warrior and she stayed true to Windclan, despite being a social outcast. This apprentice will be her first, for she has never been trusted by her leader to have one before now, even though she is an experienced warrior.
Other:
Erm.....nope. I think I covered everything.
I probably wouldn't want to RP here though; I would prefer to have an open thread in Windclan territory so other people can join in with training and patrols and such. If you don't like that idea, sorry 
