The Clan Renaissance

An Alternate Universe Warriors Roleplay

Current Name: Fawn
Future Names: Fawnpaw, Fawn--
Age: 5 Moons
Birth Moon: Star Moon 2020
Sex: Queen
Sexuality: Unknown Currently
Rank: Solitary
Future Ranks: Apprentice
Clan: None
Future Clan: Unsure

Height: 10" (when grown)
Build: Relatively small and lanky in terms of overall size, most of her strength resides in her jaws and her legs. Her body is quite long as is her tail, but her paws are tiny.
Fur Length: Short
Fur Colors: Orange-brown, brown, tan, white, black
Fur Patterns: Bengal with white markings on face
Nose Color: Black
Eye Color: Pale blue-gray
Whiskers: Medium white
Scars: None
Distinguishing Features: Bright yet calming eyes, small size, long body, tiny paws
Strengths: Small spaces, balance, climbing, camouflage
Weaknesses: Stamina, clumsiness, intimidation, size

In her young age, Fawn is quite a small cat with a thin and a tad malnourished build, most of her visible muscle residing in her legs. While her body and tail are both pretty long, her legs are somewhat short while she is young and she is a little bit shorter than an average cat her age.
But as she grows and reaches adulthood, she does grow taller and bigger, as well as longer. She becomes more average sized when she stops growing, with pretty normal legs, her long body and tail, a small head, and tiny paws that only grow a little bit from when she is younger.

Regardless of age, Fawn's body is covered in short and soft fur of varying shades of auburns, browns, and tans, with a small amount of white and a full body of black accents. While only the front of her muzzle, her chin, her throat, and rims around her eyes are bright white, the rest of her body is covered head to tail in dark brown and black stripes, speckles, and patches. And to top off her Bengal coat is a black stripe that begins at her forehead and stretches along her spine all the way to her tail, where it twists around like a snake.

The final touches to her appearance, Fawn's nose is deep black in color, the insides of her ears are pale gray-pink, and her eyes are round and bright with pale icy blue-gray coloring.

A small and sweet soul, Fawn is merely a child with an insatiable curious mind and a love for new experiences. A lover more than she is a fighter, this young she-cat is hardly ever seen without a smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. She is constantly on the search for new things, new places, new cats, whatever she can to keep her mind active. A sponge for knowledge, she uses a rather keen memory to take in and learn all that she can, from types of animals to types of plants and trees. Beyond her mind, Fawn is someone who tries to seek out the good in others, to see and understand why others are the way they are. Just because someone is one way on the outside doesn't mean that they aren't different on the inside. Out of anyone, she would know this fact too well.

Fawn puts on a smile and a cheerful face most of the time, but there is more to this young cat than just curiosity and insight. In truth, Fawn is actually rather pessimistic in nature and very self-critical, always doubting herself and worrying over the places she goes and the things she finds. She doubts her knowledge, she doubts her strengths, she doubts the safety of any new places she finds. She takes her weaknesses to heart, especially her clumsiness, and she constantly worries that she isn't good enough or that one day she will end up hurting herself or someone else. But, in that scenario, she is more concerned for the well-being of others than she is herself. A people-pleaser by nature, she thinks of others before she thinks of herself, consistently selfless and always putting herself second. And in the moments when she does find herself feeling selfish or wanting to do something that she feels is selfish, she feels awful and regrets it.

Strengths: Memory, intellect, making new friends, seeing good in others, forgiveness
Weaknesses: Self-care, anxiety, self-doubt, bottles up emotions, confidence
Allegiance: Neutral Good
Likes: Adventuring, seeing new places, meeting new people, flowers, climbing trees, pretty views, affection
Dislikes: The dark, blood, loud sounds, twolegs, dogs, taste of bitter herbs, fighting
Habits: Tapping her paws, will sometimes look at things upside down or really closely
Hobbies: Climbing, humming
Goals: Stop being clumsy, find a family
Fears: Dogs, twolegs

Family
Feyre | Mother - Deceased
?? | Father - Unknown

Pre-Birth

By all accounts, Feyre becoming pregnant had been an accident. The tom she had encountered she discovered had been an old childhood friend from when she was younger, a tom who back when she had liked. Certain circumstances had separated them, and she had not seen him in years. And then there he was, back at their old hang-out spot within the woods near the Twolegplace, still his old self, but older. They had a fling, not thinking much of it. They weren't mates by any means, nor did they talk about becoming mates or having a family.

Nearly as quickly as they reunited, they were separated. Feyre had watched from a distance as he was chased and captured by twolegs. If she knew she had any chance of rescuing him, she would have. But she was no fool. She knew what twolegs were capable of, and she knew all too well what happened when twolegs got their filthy paws on you.

She continued living her life as normal, but she began to notice small changes in herself. Less stamina, less energy, soreness. None of it was extreme or unbearable, but it made itself known. For a little while she didn't think much of it, and when the idea of being pregnant had come to mind, she simply pushed it aside, leaning more towards just being sick. It was only when she felt moving that she finally accepted the reality.

Kithood

Thankfully, Feyre only gave birth to a single kit, a little she-kit with her markings and her father's coloring, who she decided to call Fawn. Feyre was beyond relieved when Fawn began to grow bigger and no longer had to nurse; trying to hunt while constantly having to nurse had been hell.

For being such a young cat, Fawn had almost immediately developed a personality quite different than her mother's. She was a very cheerful little one with tiny clumsy paws and an unstoppable curious mind. She wanted to explore and learn and hear stories and adventure, but when she wasn't being ordered to stay in the den, she was tripping over her own paws as she followed behind. Feyre, a very strict and proper she-cat, would always scold Fawn when she would trip, telling her that clumsiness could get her killed and that she needed to get over this quickly. This was a common theme as Fawn grew up: being told that she was far too clumsy, or that she was too adventurous, or that she needed to stop being so energetic, and that if she did not control herself she would end up dead. Not exactly the best thing to be telling a kit, but Feyre's logic was to be realistic, and she had never been the affectionate motherly type, anyway.

Although Fawn did her best to follow her mother's ways, and she did do as her mother said, she couldn't just suddenly stop being clumsy, nor could she just stop herself from being curious. Both things came naturally to her, and she was still young. She followed her mother as she was instructed to do, and she did her best to control her paws, but more often times than not she would fall behind or would slip, earning her a scold. She loved her mother and didn't want to disappoint her, but she had no idea how to make herself better, and this brought quite a bit of turmoil to the she-kit relatively early on in life.

Though she was constantly worrying about the possibility of disappointing her mother, she would not have long with Feyre. As life began to grow in the forest, Feyre began to take Fawn out more often, as the snow was finally melting. While Fawn was beyond excited to see the land around her when it was truly alive, her excitement was diminished by her mother's lectures, claiming that the warm seasons were more dangerous than the cold. Warm weather meant that twolegs would also begin to appear more, and Fawn had already heard tales of cats being taken away by twolegs, though she had never seen one before. But, something else that her mother warned her about, were dogs. Big vicious creatures who were wild and uncontrollable, not by anyone but twolegs. Feyre described both twolegs and dogs to Fawn, but they were hard to picture.

She got a chance to see a dog. But, just as her mother had described, it was a horrifying experience. First the barking. The sound of high-pitched clinking and rattling. And then a loud snap and a crash. Everything happened so quickly. Feyre began shouting at Fawn to get into a tree as fast as she could, and Fawn climbed as fast as she could. Her paws may be small, but her legs were strong enough to get her up the tree. She had thought that her mother was following her, but just as she reached a branch and turned, she watched the giant beast yank Feyre off of the tree by a leg. Fawn tried to scream, tried to yell, tried to hiss, but nothing phased the dog. Terrified and physically unable to watch what was happening, she scrunched her body together, covering her head with her legs and crying, the dog's snarling still loud in her ears. She felt the tree shake a tad as the dog tried to climb to reach her next, but thankfully it seemed they weren't able to. Eventually she heard unintelligible yelling from a voice she didn't understand. The voice seemed to catch the dog's attention and it ran off. But Fawn was too scared to get down out of the tree. She stayed in the tree for hours, scared that the dog would come back, scared that she would be next, scared of what she might see. When she finally did come down, her mother was laying at the base of the tree, unmoving and cold. The kit laid next to her mother and buried her face into her fur, her tears dampening her mother's shoulder.

That was a moon ago now. She found herself thankful that her mother had taken her out of the den so young and taught her at least some basic skills, though she still was not great at any of them. Trying to hunt when you were clumsy was super difficult, but she had managed to get this far. Though, after a whole moon since she had seen another feline, she admittedly has been hoping that she will finally meet another cat soon.