Character Name: She has been known under many names; Leopardchase, Running Coyote, Kona, Spottedleg...But the ones she prefers to use are Fawncry or simply, Wanderer.
Character Age: 23 moons.
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Fawncry does not belong to any clan or Tribe, she is merely a passing visitor to any Clan, Tribe or group of cats.
Rank: She earned her name and title of Warrior in a dwelling clan, and thus can be officially ranked as a Warrior.
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Fawncry is of a lean but large body frame, with a subtle skeletal structure but strong limbs with ample muscles. Her long tail is a major factor as it aids her in climbing making her an exceptional tree climber. Her pelt color is of a sandy yellow, patterned with marble and bengal markings spreading from her muzzle to neck and from back to belly. A white pattern leads from her chest to abdomen, as well as white paws, tail tip and muzzle. Her bi-colored eyes give her a striking appearance; right blue and left hazel. Finally, she has had some injuries whilst living her life of ceaseless adventure, these are: a scarred ear, raked back which left her with a trio of symmetrical scars, and a minor scar on her left right paw.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
Now, her personality is a vast subject and is indeed quite confusing and tricky. To most cats, Fawncry would form the following personality picture: Quiet, self-absorbed, composed and a furious fighter. Yet, very few cats have plunged into the depths of this feline's character. Although, she prefers to keep her heart and soul locked away behind this core of self-indulgence, she is naive and easily offended. The time which she spent with a vicious cat tribe has taught her to be cruel and merciless, but a kithood spent with her mother also formed a kind and loyal character. She prefers solitude over the company of other cats but would not turn away a good friend or handsome tom. She respects the warrior code but claims that she should not be responsible fro following it at all times, and thus at times goes by her own will. Overall, she is the type of cat which walks by herself.
---Likes (at least 3): The adrenaline of a heated battle, hunting, solitude, climbing trees, rain (the love of rain came from her childhood of living in a barren desert) and having authority over another cat.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Being judged, smirk remarks, cats who are always proud of themselves to the point of always carrying their nose up, small, closed spaces and trespassers.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Her kithood in the desert also strengthened her organism to withstanding heat and a long time without water, she is an expert tree climber and fighter and has a keen gaze. Lastly, she is a fast runner
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Although her eyesight is keen, her hearing is damaged. If exactly, she is deaf on her right ear which is quite common in cats with bi-colored eyes. Her naive side of her personality makes her prone to lies and tricks. Her common display of superiority directed at other cats often puts her in bad situations.
History (8 or more sentences):
Fawncry was born into the barren lands of a desert in early Leaf Fall. Her mother, a young, spotted sandy queen, cared for her as well as for her seven sisters and brothers and luckily, she was one of the four who survived. She never knew her father but her mother claimed that he was an honorable tom with an ancestry in the clans, if he was so honorable, Fawncry often thought why did he leave mother with a litter of kits to fend for themselves? Fawncry dreamt of adventure and challenges and so chose a different fate than her fellow sisters and brothers. At the age of eight moons, she ventured into the vast and unknown world. She has dwelled in many tribes and clans, lived as a loner and at extreme circumstances, a rogue. She has been as many times welcomed as chased away, often at the verge losing her life. Life has taught her well and she is always ready to take up challenges.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
The wind carried a scent with it. Fawncry perked her ears and tasted the air, yes, she was certain it was a cat. Although this temporary home of shrubs and pines was not hers to claim, she would still count any cat who entered her small realm a trespasser. Flexing her muscles, she leaped silently onto an overhead branch to get a good view. The guest was a small tortoiseshell she-cat with a patch of white on her straight spine, she seemed oblivious. With practiced skill, Fawncry launched herself onto the she-cat's back, pinning her to the ground. The she-cat yowled and tried to rake her claws across Fawncry's pelt but she had a strong hold and wouldn't give.
"Name yourself!" Fawncry hissed into her opponent's ear but she only spat. A growl started in the base of Fawncry's throat but was abruptly stopped.
"You scent is...familiar," Fawncry meowed in wonder. The she-cat's eyes widened,
"Fawncry?"
"It can not be" Fawncry murmured, "Falling Wave!"
"I should have recognized your style of attack," Falling Wave mmrowed.
Fawncry let go of the she-cat. She was a friend. How many moons was it, three, four? Time has passed since she visited the Clan of cats who lived in the crevices and shelter of seaside boulders. Falling Wave looked her over,
"You sure haven't changed much" she meowed, "How is prey running?"
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I'm afraid I still can't post on the advanced rp thread though. Is there something else I should do?
