Post by ::Fern:: on May 8, 2008 18:02:39 GMT -5
Name: Fernfeather
Age: 23 moons (a 19 year old in human years)
Gender:she-cat
Desired Clan: Brookclan
Desired Position: Warrior
Personality: Fernfeather is a lively, sassy cat. She has a very strong personality, and isn’t afraid to be who she is. She does her own thing. Fernfeather, like her sister DOVETAIL, loves to have a good laugh with good friends, which she has many of. However, she gets into little arguments with cats all the time, because like I said, she is very sassy and a bit bossy: she likes to things her way or no way. She is definitely one of those cats who likes to be at the front of the crowd, blabbing their head off, deep in discussion. Fernfeather is very involved, she likes to be the center of the attention (she’s not afraid to have the spotlight either), and she enjoys being in charge. She nearly always has something to say to the leaders at gatherings, and once or twice she herself jumped up on the rock to shout her response in one of the many debates she gets herself into. Fernfeather is quite the cat, but everyone likes her all the more for that.
Physical Description: Fernfeather, like her sister, is a rather pretty cat. However, the two she-cats look nothing alike. Where Dovetail is fair-furred and blue-eyed, with soft, gentle features, Fernfeather is the exact opposite. She has a darkish brown colored pelt, with black stripes that you can sort of see (they’re not heavily defined). She is a small-medium sized cat, but she doesn’t let that hold her back in battles, she isn’t afraid to slam into a cat she doesn’t like. Her eyes are a fern-green color (where she got her name), and they have flecks of gold, dark green, and brown in them. She has a rather long tail, which she uses for balance when running (she is a very fast runner). Fernfeather’s features, unlike her sisters, are harder; she doesn’t have the soft, cushy glow about her that Dovetail does. She nearly always looks as if she just came tumbling out of a bush; she’s always disheveled with bits of leaves in her fur, but that makes her all the more pretty.
Picture: in the making!!!
History: Fernfeather's past is mostly the same as DOvetail's, seeing that they are sisters, but really there's nothing extraordinary. Maybe I will think of something when I'm writing about her.
IC: Fernfeather's claws kneaded the ground, tearing up bits of grass and leaving score marks in the dirt. She was going to the Gathering! Usually, her leader didn;t let her go, because she got into fights with other cats, due to a debate, but this time she was actually going! As the selected cats reached the edge of the clearing, she brushed a few twigs out of her fur and tried to look cool, calm, and collected. But the excitement in her just kept bubbling out, and she couldn't keep a straight face. On the signal, Brookclan pounded into the Gathering area and took their seats on the right side of the clearing, underneath some shady oaks. Other cats went off to say hello to their other-clan friends, and Fernfeather looked around at all of the different vats, wondering if she should go and introduce herself to one of them. It seemed like each cat was aready talking to someone else, until she spotted one of her closest friends, Ashfur. "Ashfur!" She called out, and went running across the clearing, knocking over two scared apprentices in the process.
Code: WHISPER
Other: Ummm...her nickname is Fern.
Age: 23 moons (a 19 year old in human years)
Gender:she-cat
Desired Clan: Brookclan
Desired Position: Warrior
Personality: Fernfeather is a lively, sassy cat. She has a very strong personality, and isn’t afraid to be who she is. She does her own thing. Fernfeather, like her sister DOVETAIL, loves to have a good laugh with good friends, which she has many of. However, she gets into little arguments with cats all the time, because like I said, she is very sassy and a bit bossy: she likes to things her way or no way. She is definitely one of those cats who likes to be at the front of the crowd, blabbing their head off, deep in discussion. Fernfeather is very involved, she likes to be the center of the attention (she’s not afraid to have the spotlight either), and she enjoys being in charge. She nearly always has something to say to the leaders at gatherings, and once or twice she herself jumped up on the rock to shout her response in one of the many debates she gets herself into. Fernfeather is quite the cat, but everyone likes her all the more for that.
Physical Description: Fernfeather, like her sister, is a rather pretty cat. However, the two she-cats look nothing alike. Where Dovetail is fair-furred and blue-eyed, with soft, gentle features, Fernfeather is the exact opposite. She has a darkish brown colored pelt, with black stripes that you can sort of see (they’re not heavily defined). She is a small-medium sized cat, but she doesn’t let that hold her back in battles, she isn’t afraid to slam into a cat she doesn’t like. Her eyes are a fern-green color (where she got her name), and they have flecks of gold, dark green, and brown in them. She has a rather long tail, which she uses for balance when running (she is a very fast runner). Fernfeather’s features, unlike her sisters, are harder; she doesn’t have the soft, cushy glow about her that Dovetail does. She nearly always looks as if she just came tumbling out of a bush; she’s always disheveled with bits of leaves in her fur, but that makes her all the more pretty.
Picture: in the making!!!
History: Fernfeather's past is mostly the same as DOvetail's, seeing that they are sisters, but really there's nothing extraordinary. Maybe I will think of something when I'm writing about her.
IC: Fernfeather's claws kneaded the ground, tearing up bits of grass and leaving score marks in the dirt. She was going to the Gathering! Usually, her leader didn;t let her go, because she got into fights with other cats, due to a debate, but this time she was actually going! As the selected cats reached the edge of the clearing, she brushed a few twigs out of her fur and tried to look cool, calm, and collected. But the excitement in her just kept bubbling out, and she couldn't keep a straight face. On the signal, Brookclan pounded into the Gathering area and took their seats on the right side of the clearing, underneath some shady oaks. Other cats went off to say hello to their other-clan friends, and Fernfeather looked around at all of the different vats, wondering if she should go and introduce herself to one of them. It seemed like each cat was aready talking to someone else, until she spotted one of her closest friends, Ashfur. "Ashfur!" She called out, and went running across the clearing, knocking over two scared apprentices in the process.
Code: WHISPER
Other: Ummm...her nickname is Fern.
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