WotW: Fawnlight

Name: Fawnlight

Gender: She-cat

Age: Four years

Breed: American Shorthair

Clan/Rank: Warrior of Thunderclan

Personality:

Shy
Fawnflight is very shy and often keeps to herself. You won't see her going around making friends and socializing with strangers. Fawnflight grows close to the ones around her and is known to not mingle much during Gatherings.

Softspoken
As a result of her shyness, Fawnflight is also softspoken. She doesn't speak much and sometimes not at all. When this timid she-cat does speak, it's very soft and hard to hear. Fawnflight is not known for speaking up and which makes her a very bad reporter.

Protective
Being shy and softspoken doesn't mean Fawnflight is a wimp. She is very protective over her close friends in the clan and will do anything to help. At times, little Fawnflight can be fearsome and frightening if harm ever comes her way.

Loyal
Fawnflight tries her best to be very loyal to Thunderclan. Almost always obeying her leader and deputy, the rank cats basically favor her! Helping feed and protect the clan the best she can, Fawnflight strives to be the most loyal cat Thunderclan has ever seen.

Relationships:
= Apprentice/Mentor
= Family
= Acquaintance
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Crush
= Love
= Discomfort/Dislike

History:
Fawnflight was an only child when she was born. You would think that since she was an only child Fawnflight would be spoiled but no. She was a very good kit yet she did get into a bit of trouble at times. Not long after being apprenticed, Fawnflight developed her shyness from the over-crowed apprentice den. It was too loud for her and she never liked it so not trying to participate in the loud racket, Fawnflight had kept to herself and still is to this day. Soon being made a warrior, both Fawnflight's parents died of natural causes yet Fawnflight still pushes through. The shy yet strong she-cat still fights her battles in her warrior days.

Role Play Example:
The undergrowth was thick with vegetation in new-leaf. Prey was scurrying about and a plump mouse was nibbling on a nut. White paws skimmed the forest floor with ease. Almost there.... The slim brown shape that was stalking the mouse thought. One more step.... There was a flash of brown and the she-cat gave the mouse a sharp nip on it's neck. There. She thought, satisfied. She had just picked the mouse up when a voice sounded behind her. "Fawnflight!" It called. "Coming!" The brown she-cat squeaked and padded off into the direction of her clanmate.


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