Dawnfur/ThunderClan

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Name: Dawnfur

Clan: ThunderClan

Rank: Warrior

Age: One year-four moons

Gender: She-cat

Picture: Click

Looks:

Dawnfur is a sleek, gracefully built silver tabby she-cat with brilliant blue eyes. Slender and graceful, Dawnfur is more agile and swift than strong, yet she is still a powerful warrior. Her body is lithe and light, streamlined almost, and her claws are long... her fangs as well, aiding her in battle and in the hunt. Her claws are slightly curved, a bit more like talons, and are a full centimeter, and will grow to a centimeter and a half. Her fangs are slightly shorter, about one point two centimeters when she is full grown. Her legs are a little longer than other warriors', and her tail in the very slightest. A wonderful stalker she makes, for she has a light, almost silent step. However, the more stunning is her ice bue eyes, that seem to stare at you, through you, and miles past you.

Personality:

Dawnfur is dignified and proud, but sweet and energetic, simply loving to be in the presence of other cats. She is trustworthy, caring, and willing to serve the Clan in any way. She is charismatic and intelligent, and so dedicated to be the best warrior she can be, she would spend entire days out with her mentor as an apprentice. Dawnfur is probably the most loyal warrior you could find, so devoted to the Clan she would probably starve herself so the rest of the Clan could eat.

Her pesronality as a kit was not so detailed, for not much was known about her then. What was known about her was this - certainly, she strived to be a warrior. She would eagerly listen to the apprentices as they told her about what they did that day when they were out training, then would prowl around the nursery, practicing what they had shown her. She would battle with the apprentices and stronger kits, playfully hissing and snarling in a intimidating way - even the warriors worried about her. However, she has proven herself a loyal, fearless cat.

History:

How can it be explained? Dawnfur has led the life of any other cat. Its only she who makes it special. Her, being there, alive. Only that made her life worth explaining.

I suppose I should begin when Dawnfur's brother died at birth. Though she does not remember it, she has heard her fellow Clanmates talk about it before, when she was still in the nursery. She feels no sadness for her lost brother, because she does not remember him. She is doubtful that he ever existed, though, for when she asked about him, the cats said he had been taken and buried out behind the nursery.

When she was a kit, her eyes open and she no longer curled up by her mother's belly, she played with the apprentices and other kits in the nursery and around it, and watched the warriors carry out their duties in the camp, which may have influenced her desire to become a warrior. She talked to the apprentices about their training and they showed her what they learned. They taught her them, and so, Dawnkit began her training moons early, in a way - if being trained by apprentices means it.

Paw Print: A normal cat print

Favorite Thing To Do: Bask in the sunlight

[Heatherwind]

Accepted* Yay more warriors!