Fawnstep

[Pyro]

Name | Molly Fawnpaw Fawnstep Gender | She-cat Age | 45 moons Rank | Queen Clan | FogClan Beliefs | Fawnstep does not believe a lick of what she's been told about StarClan. Perhaps this stems of her coming to FogClan while extremists were in power...but how can there be a group of cats in the sky that allow such brutality in their name? What little Fawnstep knows of religion favors more benevolent beings, not ones that incite cruelty. She'd rather believe in nothing and accept whatever consequences await her for doing so than believe in StarClan. Parents | Prewett [ f x unknown x np ] Weasley [ m x unknown x np ] Siblings | Fabian [ m x unknown x np ] Gideon [ m x unkown x np ] Mate | Arthur [ m x alive x will hopefully be played ] Kits | Bill [ m x alive x np ] Charlie [ m x alive x np ] ---- Percival [ m x alive x np ] ---- Spottedkit [ m x alive x played by whiskers ] Patchkit [ m x alive x played by amber ] Apprentice | OPEN Appearance | Fawnstep's fur is long, silky, and near as well kept as a kittypet's...although, the rest of her clan know better than to call her such (with the exception of the ever discriminative Thrushflower, of course). Light orange, almost tan blotches cover her head in a mask as well as her back and half of her tail, while copper eyes watch her kits with sharpness equal to a hawk's. Her long gait is fluid and graceful, like a fawn's, and the reason for her warrior name. Personality | A gentle cat in her clanmates' eyes, no one would expect Fawnstep to rule the nursery and her kits with an iron paw. She doesn't tolerate nonsense from Spottedkit or Patchkit, though that's all she seems to get from them. You'd think they'd know better than to cross her by now, but their continued hijinks seem to suggest otherwise. Fawnstep is all but run ragged from the kits she's raised, but she never shows it. Not because she wants to appear as though she's still a capable warrior, which she is, but because she doesn't really mind being run ragged. She loves her kits-even the ones that didn't follow her to FogClan, and as far as she's concerned, being tired is just one of the things that goes with motherhood. She'll never ask for help because she doesn't want it. She can raise her kits just fine on her own, thank you. Perhaps that is why Volepelt's reign sits so ill with her. Fawnstep is very protective of her family and after seeing what becomes of cats who set so much as a toe out of line...she's not so sure joining FogClan was the best choice. She refuses to leave, however, and ignores everyone who tries to enforce the new regime for kit-rearing. Her kits will believe what they want, and so will she, not the brainwashed mousedung Volepelt wants them to. In that sense, she is a rebel. But the topic in question need not be forcing her kits to believe in something. It could be anything detrimental to their physical or mental health. Just woe to the cat that tries to harm her kits. She'd fight the whole council single pawed to protect them, and let no cat forget it. Fawnstep is loyal to those who have earned her respect and generally sweet to anyone who doesn't have a mind to mess with her. She can become saucy, especially with friends, but she's never considered harsh words apart of her weapons belt...although many a cat would be quick to say that stubbornness should be. Despite being the motherly sort, Fawnstep will forge her own path, even if it's through your face. Don't let her sweet demeanor fool you, mess with her and you are asking for an ass whoopin'. Skills | Fawnstep is well rounded as far as warriors go, being a capable hunter, fighter, and tracker. Specialized skills though, like climbing, digging, and swimming, leave her floundering. History | Born a kittypet, Fawnstep, then Molly, was no stranger to comfort. The twolegs' pampering was to her liking...but not quite so much as a tom by the name of Arthur. He lived at the house next door, and they saw each other nearly ever day. It was the perfect environment for friendship to bloom, and that friendship soon grew to love. And where there's love, there's kits. Molly's first litter consisted of two kits: Bill and Charlie. They were boisterous and outgoing: a threat to her twolegs' furniture as soon as their eyes were open. Not pleased, the twolegs' began to bring strangers over. These strangers often brought their own kits who poked and prodded Bill and Charlie whenever they could catch them. The whole business left Molly uneasy, and at her request Arthur went around the neighborhood asking if anyone knew what it meant. What he found out did not comfort Molly in the slightest: her twolegs' were preparing to take her kits away from her. Unwilling to let them go, Molly slipped out an open window with her kits and left the neighborhood with Arthur. The four of them journeyed deeper into the city, leaving their owners far behind. Life in the city as rogues though, was much tougher than life as a kittypet. They struggled at first to find food, but Molly would not allow her kits to starve. She'd go without before she let Bill or Charlie go even a single day without something in their bellies. Eventually things got easier as they learned the ropes, and they became even easier when they joined a rogue gang called the Phoenixes. The Phoenixes were more than willing to help Arthur and Molly out, most having been in their situation before. In any case, they were a successful group that could afford a few extra members. The secret of their success though would introduce a whole new lifestyle to Molly. The Phoenixes were travelers, moving from place to place before they could exhaust the food supply. Some weeks Molly found herself raising her kits in a quiet town, other times in a wild forest. Bill and Charlie took to this travel like fish to water and she hoped her next litter would take to it just as well. He didn't. Percival complained loudly about the unseemly characters he was forced to deal with as well as the uncomfortable living arrangements. He savored the times spent in towns and neighborhoods where food was easier to come by and he had a chance to speak with cats who had manners. Though he had been born feral, he was more of a kittypet than his parents. Suffice to say, no one save Molly was shocked when he decided to stay with a kind twoleg that had taken a liking to him. Molly begged her son to reconsider, but he put her down and informed her that if she wanted to live amongst ruffians that was fine with him, just as long as he didn't have to be along for the ride. It crushed Molly. But food was starting to get scarce and it was time for the Phoenixes to move on. From then on Molly seemed distracted, as though she was still occupied with her son, for all his harsh words. Bill and Charlie tried to cheer her up, and succeeded somewhat. But what Molly really needed was time to think. There were more kits on the way and what if they turned out like Percival? What if they didn't like life on the road? It was high time she and Arthur thought about settling down. Bill and Charlie would remain with the Phoenixes and promised to find their parents again for visits. News of 'clans' had reached the gang, and that was where Molly and Arthur decided to go. Unfortunately, the two mates got separated when a pair of loose dogs attacked them. Molly found FogClan, but where Arthur was she couldn't say and couldn't go to find. The clan cats wouldn't let her take any undue risks when they found out she was pregnant...but they did promise to keep an eye out for the tom. Molly had a whirlwind apprenticeship, working hard to prove that she could join the patrols. To be there would be to have the best chance of finding Arthur. She received her warrior name when her kits were old enough to be left alone. It soon became apparent though that Molly had more to worry about than finding her mate. Miststar had disappeared and in her place stood Volepelt. Before, there had been a certain pressure for her to believe in StarClan and for her to teach her kits about it. Originally she had dismissed it, though in secret after being advised against such action. The faith test had been easy enough to fake her way through, and she was too busy caring for Spottedkit and Patchkit to cause trouble. Volepelt's reign was a different story though. The 'council members' seemed a bit stricter and kits became wary of becoming apprentices. To Molly, who had starved herself over allowing her own kits to suffer an empty belly, seeing young cats walk about hungry while so-called warriors enjoyed the best pickings was too much to be accepted. And the beatings? Enough to make her want to claw Volepelt's face off. One thing's for sure. When her kits become apprentices no cat who knows what's good for their hide is going to lay a claw on them. Or so help her God she will kill them and not think twice about it. Critique level | Make my cat FoF suitable speaking [bg=c8d1d8][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

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