a FAWN as light as a FEATHER

[kiirauchiha]

•name•

fawnfeather

•age•

30 moons

•rank•

warrior

•gender•

she-cat

•clan•

riverclan

•personality•

Fawnfeather is very loyal to her clan. She cares for everyone, and whenever somebody needs her advice, she is always there to give it. But not always is she soft. If a warrior is acting mouse-brained, she will quickly act sharp-tongued to kick some sense into their heads. She is sort of like a medicine cat, except she doesn't heal with herbs and poultices; she heals with words of comfort and love. Many cats in RiverClan come to her because they know that she can help them with their personal issues. And every time they come, Fawnfeather never turns them down. She is fiercely loyal and will fight to defend her clan any time on any day. Her Clan is like her kits; without either of them she would be lost forever.

Without family, love, and friends, Fawnfeather simply wouldn't be Fawnfeather. All of those are her life and she cares deeply for everyone. Although, she is not very close to her sisters, Summerbreeze and Dreamcloud as she wanted to be, but they are still her family. Being without Blazestripe is hard, but she is slowly learning to live without her close brother by her side. And plus, she is busy enough with her kits to even take a breath. She loves her kits with all of her heart, and even though they can be a pain in the tail sometimes, she would die for every single one of them. Wouldn't any mother? Ah, and then there's love. Not just ordinary love; the kind of love that makes your heart skip a beat and your eyes gleam with passion. Fawnfeather knew that kind of love: once. Once she had fallen in love with a young, handsome tom who it is now hard to speak of. Barkclaw. She has no idea where he is now, all she knows if that she see's him every day in her kits eyes, and her love for him will never fade away, as long as she is alive.

Fawnfeather, deep down, is not the happy she-cat she use to be when she was a young warrior. The day she found out that Barkclaw had 'mysteriously' died, she hadn't been the same since. She is unusually restless, frequently dreaming of being in Barkclaw's warm embrace again. She had loved him deeply, and now that he was gone, she's not sure that she could ever be happy again. And not only that, but ever since her brother's recent death, she has plunged deeper into loneliness. Her brother had been the closest family member she had ever had, and with him gone as well, Fawnfeather doesn't have anyone to confide in, despite all the cats who always want to confide in her. The only think that is keeping Fawnfeather from the brink of insanity is her kits. They give her a reason to live; a reason to strive. Without them, Fawnfeather might not have been able to survive.

•description•

Fawnfeather is a rather beautiful she-cat, with fur as white as snow. Many ponder on how she could have such three mischievous kits and still have time to clean her fur and make it glisten like silverpelt itself. She is a very slender cat, with a petite and graceful figure. She has long legs, which gives her the great gift of endurance, and she uses it wisely when in battle. She also has a very long tail, and small ears that are always usually peculiarly flattened. Some nosy kits or young apprentices often ask her why this is so but she never answers them. Many think it habit, others a trait inherited down from her warrior ancestors. Honestly, it's neither. Her eyes, a piercing set of sapphire, can freeze any naughty kit of hers the moment they look into them. One fierce look from them and you’d be frozen with apprehension. These stunning eyes of hers can hypnotize anyone who gazes into them long enough. Maybe that's why when she gets angry, her kits actually listen to her without angering their mother further. All-in-all, she is a very stunning she-cat, and if you want to imagine her in your mind, just picture Silverstream - they are closely similar.

•pagedescription•

pretty white she-cats with dark blue eyes

•history•

[.x.]Kittenhood[.x.]

Fawnkit was one out of four in her mother’s, Dawnflower, first litter. She grew up with two sisters, Dreamkit and Summerkit, and one brother, Blazekit. But out of all her litter mates, she grew closer to her only brother, Blazekit. He vowed to protect her from the beginning, while her sisters were off playing on their own, totally abandoning their other two siblings. But Fawnkit and Blazekit didn’t seem to mind; they had each other. And ever since the day they were born, the two were inseparable. Blazekit was always there, and Fawnkit learned to depend on him with her whole heart. The two often romped around the RiverClan camp, bothering the older apprentices and pestering the elders to tell them more stories about their warrior ancestors. But other than that, their kithood was pretty much uneventful, since Dawnflower always kept a close eye on them like a hawk. But that seemed to be all right for them, because they grew up knowing that they were safe and well loved. Nothing could’ve possibly torn these two apart. Not even death, as one day it would tragically turn out to be.

[.x.]Apprenticeship[.x.]

When it was time for her to become an apprentice, Blazekit was there, pressing against her side in his way of encouraging her. She received a good mentor by the name of Tigerstep; and at first she was overwhelmed by him. He had a massive build, with a large frame and a deep, studious gaze. She could’ve possibly stared in them forever and wonder what he was thinking, knowing that he probably had tons of secrets hidden there. But it turned out that Tigerstep was a young warrior, and that she was his first apprentice. They became very close friends, and Tigerstep taught little Fawnpaw all that he knew. And he did, and more. He taught her how to have faith and herself, and to not always depend on others, like her brother, Blazepaw. At first she had been hesitant, but once she got to know Tigerstep more she began to understand. She didn’t always need to depend on her brother on everything, when you could most of the time strongly fend for yourself. The true key to being a good warrior is always believing in yourself, and never letting anyone tell you you’re not good enough. She had learned every word her mentor had said, and it was these exact words that shaped her into the warrior she is today. She would always be grateful to Tigerstep for teaching her that, and making her the fierce and loyal warrior she is now known to be.

[.x.]Warriorship[.x.]

Her apprenticeship flew by faster than Fawnpaw could have imagined. Soon she was being ranked a warrior, and being called Fawnfeather. Her brother Blazepaw had then been Blazestripe, Summerpaw was then now Summerbreeze, and Dreampaw was then Dreamcloud. They had all of their warrior ceremonies together, and the four couldn’t have been happier. Tigerstep, his eyes gleaming with pride, had stepped up and congratulated his former apprentice, then whispered affectionately into her ear, I love you, Fawnfeather?At first Fawnfeather had been shocked. She hadn’t expected him to feel for her that way, and sadly, she couldn’t possibly return his affections. She loved him only as a good friend. But when she told him that, his heart broke into a million pieces. I’m just not the right one for you. Fawnfeather had mewed, then slipped away quietly for him to grieve. And ever since that day, her heart grew heavy, as if she wondered if she had made the right choice.

But she did. A few moons later, a fight broke out near the RiverClan and ShadowClan border. One of ShadowClan’s warriors had been caught stealing RiverClan’s prey and RiverClan’s border patrol had attacked. Fawnfeather was one of those cats in the border patrol, and she fought fiercely for her clan. Until, that is, she met the young, handsome black tom who had crossed their border. At first they had begun to fight defensively, but once they had gazed into each other’s eyes, that one moment, just that one moment, they knew that they were destined to be together. They stopped fighting immediately, and the border fight died down just like that. Just as the RiverClan warriors were chasing off the ShadowClan warriors, the black tom. Barkclaw, had mewed softly in her ear, "Meet me at the island tomorrow night," and just like that, he was gone. Fawnfeather had padded back with her patrol to the camp, and had snuggled deep into the warriors den, thinking over what the ShadowClan tom had told her. Never in her wildest dreams would she ever think about breaking the warrior code, but it wasn’t breaking it if she just met him one time, right? Surprisingly, Fawnfeather didn’t even tell Blazestripe about it. She knew that this was something she must keep secret.

After that one magical night at the island, the two couldn’t stop seeing each other. They were in love, and if they were asked to stop meeting each other, it would be like if someone was to ask them to stop breathing. There love was natural, all natural, like they had been born to love each other, and for five whole moons, they truly believed in this. Blazestripe could tell that there was something going on; he could see it in his sister’s love-struck sapphire orbs. But he never mentioned it; he thought that if it was something desperately important, his sister would’ve told him by now. So that was it. Her brother never knew; until that fateful day where everything seemed to have gone wrong. Barkclaw and Fawnfeather had planned to meet each other one night on the island, and while they were there everything was peaceful. Fawnfeather was just about to announce to him that she was going to have his kits, when a ShadowClan cat barreled out of the bushes towards Barkclaw hissing, "Traitor!" Barkclaw, without even saying good-bye to his forbidden love, raced after his clan mate, fear illuminating his deep emerald eyes. But it was all too late for him. By the time he reached the camp, his clan mate had already told the clan the news and the clan was ready for him. They exiled him immediately, banishing him to the lonely life of a loner. Barkclaw, knowing he had no other choice, left ShadowClan forever, never to return.

At the next gathering, ShadowClan had announced to all the clans that Barkclaw had disappeared mysteriously. They didn’t know whether he was dead or alive, but that he no longer was a warrior of ShadowClan. Everyone was appalled at this; but not so as much as Fawnfeather who had been hoping to see him that day. She stared up at the ShadowClan leader, her eyes gleaming with a passionate distress. She had never known what it felt like when a heart broke, but at that moment, Fawnfeather had experienced it truly and completely. Now no longer did she have a mate, but she didn’t even had a chance to tell him that he would be a father of her kits. Fawnfeather was devastated. And for many moons, she stayed that way. No one knew what was wrong, since she had never told anyone, not even Blazestripe. And it killed Blazestripe to see his sister that way. Many times he had attempted to persuade her to tell him, but each and every time Fawnfeather pushed him further away. Blazestripe seemed so distant from her now, and he became unhappier with each day that passed. Although on one, tragic day, he was out alone searching the border, when he scented a fox nearby. At first he had planned to run back and warn RiverClan, but it was too late. The fox had scented him too and attacked. It was hungry, and starvation had driven it to the point of insanity. Blazestripe was unable to kill the fox alone. The fox ended up killing him instead.

When Fawnfeather heard the news of her brother being killed by the fox, she felt like she no longer had the will to live. Not only was her forbidden mate gone, but her brother, the one who she had cared so deeply about, had been stripped away from her life as well. For moons she was cast into a dark oblivion, never answering to anyone and always grieving shamelessly in the dark at night. But with each moon that passed, her stomach grew bigger, and everyone was completely bewildered at the fact. And when she told RiverClan that she was pregnant, everyone seemed happy for her. But she was never happy within her pregnancy. Although luckily, no one asked who the father was, so she didn’t have to lie to her clan mates. Even though deep down, Fawnfeather knew it was lying when she was keeping the biggest, darkest secret a she-cat could ever behold. She was carrying a rival warrior’s kits.

It was the day Fawnfeather birthed her three kits that changed her completely. She never imagined for them to be so beautiful, and for every single one of them to represent so much of Barkclaw. Tearkit, with her raven-like fur and bright sapphire eyes, possessed her father’s pelt and fun-loving personality. Rowankit, with his dark ashy fur and deep emerald eyes, possessed his father’s eyes and his strong build. Blazekit, with his silver-gray tabby fur like his mother’s, but with the fierceness and spirit that was once owned by his father. All three of the kits had Barkclaw in them, and they are the reason that Fawnfeather has decided to keep on living, no matter her extreme lost for Barkclaw and Blazestripe. They give her a will to live, a will to survive within the harsh world of reality. And it is because of these three kits, that Fawnfeather still loves Barkclaw with all her heart, and will never forget him, no matter what

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