Feathermist - ThunderClan: WOTW App Sheet

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Name: Feathermist

Gender: Female / She-cat

Age: 24 moons (2 years)

Breed: Long haired classic tabby

Clan/Rank: ThunderClan, Warrior

Personality:
[Witty | Friendly | Outgoing / Social | Loyal | Mischievous / Fun-loving]

[Witty] - Feathermist has a great sense of humour. She always has a quick come back, and sometimes her sarcastic phrases can get her into trouble. Every once and a while, a sarcastic comment will slip out of this witty she-cat's mouth that some cats may find offensive. Although, sometimes her way with words works to her advantage. Her ability to make others laugh has never failed to help her gain new friends, and the cats that already know her know they can always turn to her for a giggle. Also, Feathermist has always been more attracted to a cat with a good sense of humour like her. She finds they're much easier to relate to, and overall, a lot more fun!

[Friendly] - Feathermist has always been great with others. Many cats look up to her, as she seems to find a way to get along with almost every cat. One thing she cannot stand to see is one if her many friends upset. She will instantly rush to comfort them, and do whatever is necessary to make them feel better. Feathermist also loves to have fun with her buddies. She enjoys playing nursery games (who cares if she looks immature, as long as she's having fun!), but she will settle for anything to keep others happy. Feathermist is an overall very friendly cat.

[Outgoing / social] - Some say this spunky she-cat should learn to keep her mouth shut sometimes. Feathermist always speaks what's on her mind, and sometimes blurts out her opinion before thinking things over. She sometimes gets into trouble for being too noisy and reckless. She just loves to use her voice, and is often caught yelling or speaking in an unnecessarily loud tone for no reason. She is never shy when talking to a new cat, no matter what their rank or authority level. She is very confident in her social abilities.

[Loyal] - Feathermist would never turn her back on her clan. She may not have been clan born, but her loyalty will forever belong to ThunderClan. She has sworn to protect her clan mates with her life, and she is not one to take promises lightly. Feathermist wouldnt hesitate to put herself in danger for the sake of her clan.

[Mischievous / Fun-loving] - Feathermist can act somewhat like a kit at times. Although she is well past her years of being an apprentice, she still likes to play like one. She says she will never become "an mature old grouch" like some elders. She is happy being what others call immature. To her, it just means being herself, and enjoying life! Feathermist has a habit of letting her curiosity take over her self control. She can't help it. She just NEEDS to know everything, about anything. Sometimes, her mischievousness and curiosity get her into tight situations, which usually end in her getting into trouble. She always seems to be putting her nose where it doesn't belong; whether she knows it or not.


Relationships:

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

(n/a)

History: Feathermist was not clan born. She was born from two rouges, both who have passed away. Her mother had dies giving birth to her only kit; which was Feathermist, leaving Featermist's father in charge to raise her. Of course, seeing as he was a tom, he did not have a way of feeding her. He eventually abandoned her, on the edge of ThunderClan territory, in hopes that she would be taken in. He knew that she wouldnt survive with him, and he knew that a clan would be able to raise her into a fine she-cat. Only a few moons later, Feathermist's father was struck and killed by a two-leg's monster. Feathermist no longer remembers her parents, as she was too young.

Role Play Example: Feathermist padded slowly over the hard ground. It was frozen, but there was not snow. The grey and white she-cat shivered as a strong gust of wind buffeted her fluffy pelt, sending chills up and down her spine. Even with a pelt as thick as hers, the air was nippy. She blinked her brilliant blue eyes as she saw a flash of something white fly through her line of sight. She padded over to a nearby oak tree and sat down at the base of it. She wrapped her long, fluffy tail around her small, delicate paws and tilted her head upwards. The she-cat stared up at the bare tree branches above her in awe. They clattered together in the cold breeze and sent a spooky noise ringing through the air. Suddenly, Feathermist was jolted out of her thoughts when something freezing cold landed on her small, pink nose. Her gazed dropped down, and she stared cross-eyed at her nose. On it sat a single snow flake. She watched as it slowly melted, and the water dripped off her muzzle and fell to the ground. She twitched her whiskers in amusement. Show me more snow! she thought to herself as she smiled to herself and looked upwards again. She suddenly felt her heart soar with happiness when she noticed the multiple, sparkling snowflakes spiraling down from the grey, cloudy sky towards her. Feathermist let out a purr of satisfaction. Winter was here.


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