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Description
|| .: Artist’s Commentary :. ||

Her pelt reference on the application sheet is inaccurate to an extent in correspondence to the existing, main picture of Fawnpaw. I’ll try and update a better version once I find the time. I’d prefer if you’d use the overall pic as a guideline ( the placement of the colors are generally correct on the pelt ref ), but the stripes may vary, if you’d like, since attempting to perfect her markings would be a pain.
The coding is very messed up, and I can't seem to get it fully fixed. TT^TT

|| Xx .: Identity :. xX ||

This section holds the usual application information of who she is, what she is, and other facts that define.

Fawnkit, Fawnpaw, Fawnsprint/heart/feather

Name | | Fawnpaw
Past Names | | Chaya, Illusionkit, Fawnkit
Nickname | | Fawn, Fawnie
Gender | | Female { She~cat }
Age | | 7 Moons
Breed | | Toyger { 87% } x Munchkin/Teacup mix { 13% }
Clan | | Riverclan
Rank | | Apprentice
Mark | | Butterfly w/ stars or Wing w/stars { Undecided }
Mentor | | Open
Apprentice | | Not Old Enough

|| .: Body Structure and Fun :. ||

Contains how she looks on the outside, as well as some little

{ Physical Appearance ~ Build | Reddish fur with both cocoa, charcoal stripes and twinkling, large, round, blue eyes that reflect light. Her expression always seems to be one of sublte concern or worry – perhaps, even a distant, lost sorrow. Her chest, leg tufts, and tail are flowing and fluffy, giving her a graceful appearance; however, she hides her face behind layers of her bangs, since she believes herself to be worthless, ugly, in a sense. Her messy bangs cascade into soft “waves”, which covers her right eye. Fawnpaw is overall, a rather small, below average ( in terms of height ) she~cat for an apprentice, due to her low percentage of munchkin/teacup side of the breed mix, though her legs are slender, giving the illusion of tall legs from a distance. Her body is semi-lithe with front paws – dainty, delicate, and hind paws, as well as legs, a bit more broad and strong ( although not by much ). Her ear tips are slightly rounded, her left torn for reasons of the past.

Voice actor || Pending

|| .: Behind The “Paw” :. ||

Personality

| | Pure/Innocent | Shy | Sweet | Graceful | Fleeting/Mysterious | Calm | Delicate | Appreciative/Considerate | Gentle | Passionate/Optimistic | |

“Hm?. ..What’s that?. ..What do you mean?” Pure/Innocent ~ Oblivious to the tainted aspects of life, she is free from bounding chains. She doesn’t hold much knowledge and tries to stick to that in fear of falling into the hands of or being exposed to anything bad. Due to this trait, it’s difficult for her to utterly loathe or be deeply jealous of another cat, but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.

“Oh, ehrm. ..h-hello.” Shy ~ Fawnpaw is a blusher and your typical shy cat. Quiet and somewhat soft, she’s prone to duck her head with bright red cheeks and lowered ears, flashing her gaze to and fro with a nervous laugh. Often, she is not good with making friends or speaking among the company of others, and many a times, she’ll freeze up or apologize and flee. Shaking of body and voice, cringing, tearing up are also visible points ( certain reactions vary, depending upon situation ).

“Hi there. Good morning.” Sweet ~ Fawnpaw does her best to remain kind, amiable and tender to all cats. Although her visage is that seemingly, everlasting worried brows/sadness, she is rarely ever seen unsmiling.

Graceful ~ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯

Fleeting/Mysterious ~ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯

Calm ~ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯

“W-why did you j-just say that?” Delicate ~ Easily swayed. Easily hurt. Easily shattered. One with such a soft-hearted nature takes things to heart pretty hard. When “it’s” dropped, her soul seems to be lost alone within a void. She’s like a china cup – seemingly intact from the outer shell, but highly breakable upon contact/impact. Fawnpaw conceals it to her best ability.

“Oh! Thank you so much!” “Um, forgive my intrusion. But are you okay?” Appreciative/Considerate ~ Even for the littlest things or actions, Fawnpaw is thankful for any form or means of kindness, as well as help given to her. In return, she has developed compassion. She’ll try and make sure everything is alright with a member of her own clan or a friend from a rival clan – even cats outside the boundaries.

“Hey, it’ll be all right. Just look at me, and don’t let the nightmares get to you.” Gentle ~ Finding it an obstacle as to hurt another “spirit” ( she couldn’t harm a fly ), it was definitely questionable as to how and if it were possible for her to become an apprentice in training to rise to a warrior (?). It wasn’t always her wish to progress through these levels of learning; there was once a moon when her heart was lulled towards a medicine cat. To use her paws to heal, to dream and possess an undying connection with StarClan, and to have the ability to interpret signs or prophecies, but it seems like not her written path.

Passionate/Optimistic ~ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯

| | .: Past Memories { History } :. | |

Before the Fawn { 0 ~ 2 weeks }

Do you believe in 'love at first sight?'

Before being brought out into the wide world, and before becoming part of Riverclan's ranks, there was once a time where a tale of two cats, of course, was woven; however, this was a story bound by a web of secrecy, deceit, and lies. It not only destroyed the relationship in the end, but completely severed a mother’s connection to her beloved kit – a mother’s gift, a mother’s everything.

It was quite a dim morning, shrouded with wisps of mist and fog, when a she~cat, wishful – a dreamer, and full of life had met a closed off, dark loner within the territory upon her hunting patrol. Straying away from her clanmates, she chased after a bird – its feathers a deep, ebony black, accompanied with a gloss of purple towards the border’s edge. “Watch out!” With a light heart and laughter like the tinkling of bells, she had accidentally, in the next moment, tackled an unfamiliar cat as she had meant to have launched herself at just the raven.

“Oof,” with the wind escaped from their bodies and past parted lips, she~cat and tom tumbled across the damp grass, laden with dew. Hitting the earth roughly a few bounces away from the inner depths of Riverclan’s territory, the two eventually reached an abrupt halt.

“Oh, I’m so sorry – truly I am, sir.” The rich, brown and cherry-furred she~cat with warm, fogged over, ocean pigmented eyes quickly apologized, frantically struggling to gain her bearings, and tear herself away from becoming any further a nuisance. She curtsied a shallow dip of her head in submission; the sparkles in her eyes quivered, and she trembled ever-so-vaguely.

The grumpy tom had emitted a short-fused, irritated grunt, and with a roll of his blazing pools of liquid amber eyes, he pulled himself to his paws, shaking his coat. “Hmph. Watch it next time.” His tone was genuinely harsh and obviously interlaced with annoyance, but there was a sudden change of demeanor when he lifted his narrowed gaze and rested it upon her. With unfaltering eyes, he let out a breath through his nostrils and altered his words.

"Er, never mind that. You all right?" He flicked his ears and twitched his lashing tail.small

"Yes, I am; thank you, sir," the young she~cat, who was known as Cherrysong smiled through closed eyes - a light blush on her cheeks and eventually allowed her muscles to relax,"May I ask what you were doing in Clan territory?" She ventured cautiously with a slight tremulance in her voice after a pause.

"Name's Vesper. And as you should know, a Loner simply passes through borders." He swiftly, yet somewhat, if Cherrysong dared to believe contained within the gesture, playfully swatted at her bangs. "And your name?" He returned a ghost of a smile.

With a sweet laughter, she softly peeped, "Cherrysong," and remained silenced thereafter.

And with this simple stumbling of two very different paths that happened to cross, a love was born from the ashes. A Riverclan warrior and a loner? This was definitely a forbidden act that went against the code. Soon after though, Cherrysong began to do things that she never thought her heart would dare to do, but love is a blinding warmth that envelopes the body, and, so, the Riverclan warrior snuck out on starlit nights, during the early stages of morning ( dusk ), and even in broad daylight - decieving not only deputy and leader, but friends and clan by making up stories, lies, and excuses to slip away. With every passing day that Vesper and Cherrysong spent with each other, the more powerful their bond became ( devotion ). And one day, her belly had begun to round - swollen with the gift of kits. ..

star: Kithood { 3 ~ 4 weeks }

Vesper and Cherrysong were blessed with a litter of two healthy kits - a she~kit and a tom.

"Chaya and ____." The names given to the bundles of new life.

It was not long when it became much more challenging to perform the duties of her clan as a full-fledged warrior and steal away to her beloved mate and precious kits - son and daughter, and one day, Cherrysong departed from her clan - leaving her former life to forever be with her family

WIP

Kithood { 5 and 1/2 weeks }

WIP

Apprenticeship { 6 weeks }

WIP

|| .: Additional :. ||

Likes

Herbs
Mint
Autumn
Birds/Feathers
Stars
Rain
Helping others
Singing

Dislikes

Sight of others suffering

|| <3 .: Availability Status/Sexuality :. <3 ||

Orientation | | Heterosexual
Current Status | | Single/Open
Preference | | Has an open heart
Mate | | -
Kits | | N/A

|| .: Family Background :. ||

Mother | Cherrysong
Father | Vesper
Siblings | Unknown

|| .: Relationships :. ||

// Discomfort/Fear/Terrified
Crush
Mixed Feelings { Confusion }
Unsure
Friend
Close Friend
Family or Considered
Deceased
Alive
Respect
Love
:: Mate

{ - Fawnpaw is ready to meet you all <3 - }

|| .: ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE :. ||

- Coming Soon! -

|| .: Roleplaying Info :. ||

{ * } Chats ~ It seems a bit tough for me to get used to this. Open though!
{ * } Comments ~ I’ve never tried this before; however, I’m open about it. : D
{ **** } Notes ~ I would prefer Notes over other options, but I won’t be picky. ^^
{ X } Skype ~ I actually would’ve liked to have Skype, but I can’t create an account.
{ * } Email ~ It’s an unlikely rp location, in regards to other people. Again, I’m up for the idea if you are. c;

Time Zone || Eastern Time Zone (UTC-05:00) - Not sure what that means, honestly

|| .: Credits :. ||
c) || <- ~faifers
c) Fawnpaw ||

Description
|| .: Artist’s Commentary :. ||

Her pelt reference on the application sheet is inaccurate to an extent in correspondence to the existing, main picture of Fawnpaw. I’ll try and update a better version once I find the time. I’d prefer if you’d use the overall pic as a guideline ( the placement of the colors are generally correct on the pelt ref ), but the stripes may vary, if you’d like, since attempting to perfect her markings would be a pain.
The coding is very messed up, and I can't seem to get it fully fixed. TT^TT

|| Xx .: Identity :. xX ||

This section holds the usual application information of who she is, what she is, and other facts that define.

Fawnkit, Fawnpaw, Fawnsprint/heart/feather

Name | | Fawnpaw
Past Names | | Chaya, Illusionkit, Fawnkit
Nickname | | Fawn, Fawnie
Gender | | Female { She~cat }
Age | | 7 Moons
Breed | | Toyger { 87% } x Munchkin/Teacup mix { 13% }
Clan | | Riverclan
Rank | | Apprentice
Mark | | Butterfly w/ stars or Wing w/stars { Undecided }
Mentor | | Open
Apprentice | | Not Old Enough

|| .: Body Structure and Fun :. ||

Contains how she looks on the outside, as well as some little

{ Physical Appearance ~ Build | Reddish fur with both cocoa, charcoal stripes and twinkling, large, round, blue eyes that reflect light. Her expression always seems to be one of sublte concern or worry – perhaps, even a distant, lost sorrow. Her chest, leg tufts, and tail are flowing and fluffy, giving her a graceful appearance; however, she hides her face behind layers of her bangs, since she believes herself to be worthless, ugly, in a sense. Her messy bangs cascade into soft “waves”, which covers her right eye. Fawnpaw is overall, a rather small, below average ( in terms of height ) she~cat for an apprentice, due to her low percentage of munchkin/teacup side of the breed mix, though her legs are slender, giving the illusion of tall legs from a distance. Her body is semi-lithe with front paws – dainty, delicate, and hind paws, as well as legs, a bit more broad and strong ( although not by much ). Her ear tips are slightly rounded, her left torn for reasons of the past.

Voice actor || Pending

|| .: Behind The “Paw” :. ||

Personality

| | Pure/Innocent | Shy | Sweet | Graceful | Fleeting/Mysterious | Calm | Delicate | Appreciative/Considerate | Gentle | Passionate/Optimistic | |

“Hm?. ..What’s that?. ..What do you mean?” Pure/Innocent ~ Oblivious to the tainted aspects of life, she is free from bounding chains. She doesn’t hold much knowledge and tries to stick to that in fear of falling into the hands of or being exposed to anything bad. Due to this trait, it’s difficult for her to utterly loathe or be deeply jealous of another cat, but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.

“Oh, ehrm. ..h-hello.” Shy ~ Fawnpaw is a blusher and your typical shy cat. Quiet and somewhat soft, she’s prone to duck her head with bright red cheeks and lowered ears, flashing her gaze to and fro with a nervous laugh. Often, she is not good with making friends or speaking among the company of others, and many a times, she’ll freeze up or apologize and flee. Shaking of body and voice, cringing, tearing up are also visible points ( certain reactions vary, depending upon situation ).

“Hi there. Good morning.” Sweet ~ Fawnpaw does her best to remain kind, amiable and tender to all cats. Although her visage is that seemingly, everlasting worried brows/sadness, she is rarely ever seen unsmiling.

Graceful ~ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯

Fleeting/Mysterious ~ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯

Calm ~ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯

“W-why did you j-just say that?” Delicate ~ Easily swayed. Easily hurt. Easily shattered. One with such a soft-hearted nature takes things to heart pretty hard. When “it’s” dropped, her soul seems to be lost alone within a void. She’s like a china cup – seemingly intact from the outer shell, but highly breakable upon contact/impact. Fawnpaw conceals it to her best ability.

“Oh! Thank you so much!” “Um, forgive my intrusion. But are you okay?” Appreciative/Considerate ~ Even for the littlest things or actions, Fawnpaw is thankful for any form or means of kindness, as well as help given to her. In return, she has developed compassion. She’ll try and make sure everything is alright with a member of her own clan or a friend from a rival clan – even cats outside the boundaries.

“Hey, it’ll be all right. Just look at me, and don’t let the nightmares get to you.” Gentle ~ Finding it an obstacle as to hurt another “spirit” ( she couldn’t harm a fly ), it was definitely questionable as to how and if it were possible for her to become an apprentice in training to rise to a warrior (?). It wasn’t always her wish to progress through these levels of learning; there was once a moon when her heart was lulled towards a medicine cat. To use her paws to heal, to dream and possess an undying connection with StarClan, and to have the ability to interpret signs or prophecies, but it seems like not her written path.

Passionate/Optimistic ~ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯

| | .: Past Memories { History } :. | |

Before the Fawn { 0 ~ 2 weeks }

Do you believe in 'love at first sight?'

Before being brought out into the wide world, and before becoming part of Riverclan's ranks, there was once a time where a tale of two cats, of course, was woven; however, this was a story bound by a web of secrecy, deceit, and lies. It not only destroyed the relationship in the end, but completely severed a mother’s connection to her beloved kit – a mother’s gift, a mother’s everything.

It was quite a dim morning, shrouded with wisps of mist and fog, when a she~cat, wishful – a dreamer, and full of life had met a closed off, dark loner within the territory upon her hunting patrol. Straying away from her clanmates, she chased after a bird – its feathers a deep, ebony black, accompanied with a gloss of purple towards the border’s edge. “Watch out!” With a light heart and laughter like the tinkling of bells, she had accidentally, in the next moment, tackled an unfamiliar cat as she had meant to have launched herself at just the raven.

“Oof,” with the wind escaped from their bodies and past parted lips, she~cat and tom tumbled across the damp grass, laden with dew. Hitting the earth roughly a few bounces away from the inner depths of Riverclan’s territory, the two eventually reached an abrupt halt.

“Oh, I’m so sorry – truly I am, sir.” The rich, brown and cherry-furred she~cat with warm, fogged over, ocean pigmented eyes quickly apologized, frantically struggling to gain her bearings, and tear herself away from becoming any further a nuisance. She curtsied a shallow dip of her head in submission; the sparkles in her eyes quivered, and she trembled ever-so-vaguely.

The grumpy tom had emitted a short-fused, irritated grunt, and with a roll of his blazing pools of liquid amber eyes, he pulled himself to his paws, shaking his coat. “Hmph. Watch it next time.” His tone was genuinely harsh and obviously interlaced with annoyance, but there was a sudden change of demeanor when he lifted his narrowed gaze and rested it upon her. With unfaltering eyes, he let out a breath through his nostrils and altered his words.

"Er, never mind that. You all right?" He flicked his ears and twitched his lashing tail.small

"Yes, I am; thank you, sir," the young she~cat, who was known as Cherrysong smiled through closed eyes - a light blush on her cheeks and eventually allowed her muscles to relax,"May I ask what you were doing in Clan territory?" She ventured cautiously with a slight tremulance in her voice after a pause.

"Name's Vesper. And as you should know, a Loner simply passes through borders." He swiftly, yet somewhat, if Cherrysong dared to believe contained within the gesture, playfully swatted at her bangs. "And your name?" He returned a ghost of a smile.

With a sweet laughter, she softly peeped, "Cherrysong," and remained silenced thereafter.

And with this simple stumbling of two very different paths that happened to cross, a love was born from the ashes. A Riverclan warrior and a loner? This was definitely a forbidden act that went against the code. Soon after though, Cherrysong began to do things that she never thought her heart would dare to do, but love is a blinding warmth that envelopes the body, and, so, the Riverclan warrior snuck out on starlit nights, during the early stages of morning ( dusk ), and even in broad daylight - decieving not only deputy and leader, but friends and clan by making up stories, lies, and excuses to slip away. With every passing day that Vesper and Cherrysong spent with each other, the more powerful their bond became ( devotion ). And one day, her belly had begun to round - swollen with the gift of kits. ..

star: Kithood { 3 ~ 4 weeks }

Vesper and Cherrysong were blessed with a litter of two healthy kits - a she~kit and a tom.

"Chaya and ____." The names given to the bundles of new life.

It was not long when it became much more challenging to perform the duties of her clan as a full-fledged warrior and steal away to her beloved mate and precious kits - son and daughter, and one day, Cherrysong departed from her clan - leaving her former life to forever be with her family

WIP

Kithood { 5 and 1/2 weeks }

WIP

Apprenticeship { 6 weeks }

WIP

|| .: Additional :. ||

Likes

Herbs
Mint
Autumn
Birds/Feathers
Stars
Rain
Helping others
Singing

Dislikes

Sight of others suffering

|| <3 .: Availability Status/Sexuality :. <3 ||

Orientation | | Heterosexual
Current Status | | Single/Open
Preference | | Has an open heart
Mate | | -
Kits | | N/A

|| .: Family Background :. ||

Mother | Cherrysong
Father | Vesper
Siblings | Unknown

|| .: Relationships :. ||

// Discomfort/Fear/Terrified
Crush
Mixed Feelings { Confusion }
Unsure
Friend
Close Friend
Family or Considered
Deceased
Alive
Respect
Love
:: Mate

{ - Fawnpaw is ready to meet you all <3 - }

|| .: ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE :. ||

- Coming Soon! -

|| .: Roleplaying Info :. ||

{ * } Chats ~ It seems a bit tough for me to get used to this. Open though!
{ * } Comments ~ I’ve never tried this before; however, I’m open about it. : D
{ **** } Notes ~ I would prefer Notes over other options, but I won’t be picky. ^^
{ X } Skype ~ I actually would’ve liked to have Skype, but I can’t create an account.
{ * } Email ~ It’s an unlikely rp location, in regards to other people. Again, I’m up for the idea if you are. c;

Time Zone || Eastern Time Zone (UTC-05:00) - Not sure what that means, honestly

|| .: Credits :. ||
c) || <- ~faifers
c) Fawnpaw ||