fayre

redwood clan

ginger and white she-cat with green eyes

Fayre is average in height among the other pelts, though in general she is slender and leggy she-cat. These features are often muted by the course of her fur which though typically short, stacks together in catawampus waves. These waves carve many different streams on areas of her back, stomach, chest, and tail. They serve as frames to her tiny slim anchors- for example, the curling quips that travel from her chest to around her elbows. The elongated furs trail, turn, and curl around the joint. Due Fayre's current circumstances she is groomed to the best of her ability, but often has a bedraggled appearance.

In color the she-cat's pelt is a contrast of oranges (cinnamon at his darkest, most saturated points and hints of ginger in the furs transition), with cool ivory. A tabby mackerel "m" crowns her eyes, trailing in to her nose and peeking like a generous beauty mark on her left jowl. Fayre's chest and stomach is primarily white, but the oranges and ivories play a patch-like leap frog haphazardly across her lean trunk.

Fayre's gaze is a curious, pale green with crisp highlights of yellow. Needle-thin strips of mahogany etch their way through the spiraling outskirts of her earth glow, but do little to challenge the earthy green orbs filled with a deep and fixing stare. Fayre's nose, gums, pawpads, and ears do well to compliment eachother in a light, rosy pink- warmer toned. The she-cat's whiskers are long, sporadic, white, and thin. From top to bottom their middles kink to drip towards her chin. Above her eyes they follow the same fashion, long and bending waves though with far less gravity so that they remain erect and bouncy.

Overall Fayre's faceshape is heart-like with broad, proportionate ears. Her ears are rounded at the tops, their inner feathers white but thin and wispy feathers, medium in length, often lost beneath the warm glows. From her ears the fur curls around the she-cat's cheekbones into high-rising points. A parallel is replicated from her jawline to meet the curling congregation at the level of her eyes. Her jawline is lost beneath this pointed heart, but still exists to welcome a delicate chin. Though cruel-leafbare's have sunken her cheeks given a full season's of feast, she would be rounder at the base of her face making a wide, and engulfing heart as opposed to the frail position now, where her muscles cling hungrily to bone.

There is no other explanation other than she was born with it; from her first heaps and struggles, Fayre has always been an optimist. She will always jump to the most well-natured perspective unless she has a reason to be cautious and begrudge someone.

However, this does not mean she is incapable of being rude. Fayre is very blunt and does not always connect the best with social norms. This tendency could be due to her isolation. Things she says can be awkward or uncanny, but it never comes from the point of contempt. Regardless, she is still a personable cat, and when given the opportunity, she will listen with care and investment. In addition, she is also incredibly curious, whether it be about others, their way of life, or the world around them.

In the silence, Fayre uses her perception to acquire knowledge. Though not perfect, she had to rely on it to survive and gain resources to be helpful (useful), to her mother. Although Fayre probably did not have a predisposed talent for resourcefulness or perception, it is something that she has had to hone to keep her mother in her life.

When pressured, Fayre tends to be artful about problems or topics she does not want to answer. She will evasively dart around any conversation to try and avoid subjects that could be harmful (such as their nesting or hunting grounds), or subjects that are buried deep in denial. Through these evasive techniques, Fayre has a tendency, as a last resort, to be dishonest. If she cannot dodge a conversation, she will lie outright to maintain a sense of safety and security. Secretive, Fayre does not like to talk about herself at the same level of detail that she requests information on others. Ironically, if the she-cat has her own pressing question or interest, she can be alarmingly blunt, or forward.

Though sometimes her initial means of evasiveness and an anticlimactic response if cornered, Fayre is generally unemotional. It's not that she's incapable of emotion; she loves and cares deeply, but her sense of value triumphs over her initial feelings, which she has a great sense of control over. This can make her come across distant to more sentimental individuals but Fayre is generally a more earthy character who prides herself on realistic evaluation and logic- it's her sense of values where you will find her heart.

Lastly, if given an ideal element, Fayre is full of fun. She loves experiencing things and is an adventurous she-cat.

Fayre was born in the frosts of leaf-bare beneath the cruel but quiet snowfall, one which almost seized her. The newborn kit's body was lean and neglectful of the essential brown fats to shelter her from its grasp. The kit fell into hypothermia immediately. Doubtful of her survival, her mother, Isla, considered casting her outside, saving milk for the strongest. But in the slightest hesitation, perhaps it had been a good day, or maybe she was too tired after labor to throw the kit to the foxes, her trembling pelt was haphazardly lapped to warmth and thrown beside her nursing brother. Fayre regained life from the heat of her family's bodies. The tiny kit could not remember, but in these moments, she was saved. Her family, through no intention of their own, had saved her.

Just after their names had waxed into existence, Fayre's brother, Archimedes, set off into a life of solitude. He was just 6 moons old, but this was not rare for lone souls introduced by the absent shell of Fayre's vacant, dappled mother. Fayre and Archimedes never grew close in this time. He was resentful and intolerable of their company and fled the nest as soon as he could proficiently catch his first fresh-kill. His last words to his mother, "whore."

Fayre's Mother Isla was a peculiar cat to young Fayre. In childhood, the young kit was equal parts polite, as quizzical to her Mother's nature. Isla, an absent she-cat who had birthed more kits than stars that the young Fayre could comprehend, quickly snuffed all curiosities without hesitation- dancing around the topics with curt evasions on the best of days- ignoring her altogether, or leaving on the worsts. But night after night Isla still returned to the nest where Fayre realized perhaps the love of a mother was supported through actions- like warmth, food, and instruction (where rogue survival was a harsh reality), as opposed to bidding her every request. They were alone and to Fayre, they only had eachother.

As Fayre grew older she learned more about her mother's values and the moments that shaped the independent and robust she-cat. never trust a tom, never trust a clan cat, these words reoccurring virtues of their daily lessons whether it be a simple hunt through the forest or with baited breaths- their encounters beneath a shield of layering bushes. Foreign strangers with the lingering scent of piney trees- but different from their own- marked the surroundings a pawful of times as they stayed in the shadows. Originally Fayre had been curious of clan cats (though not so much of tom's after Archimedes betrayal), but her mother quickly stomped on these inklings. Fayre abandoned her inquiries with little protest as her mother had her reasons- though she did not abandon her curiosity. Though Isla's warnings brought fear into the she-cat they were far from the obsessions that Isla carried. In turn, Fayre's sense of isolated obsession became one of her own values and virtues, all you have is blood, but blood can change.

As Fayre grew older, living alongside her mother became an arduous task- one which Fayre had promised never to resign. Everyone had left Isla. Fayre would show her hurting mother the truth of unconditional love and be the single promise never to abandon her- this was a sense of duty that Fayre had enveloped. Perhaps it blossomed from her sense of kindness and intrinsic responsibility that was well-aged beyond the young cat's years- or perhaps, it was a selfish obsession to believe she was important enough to actually change the distant mother. Still, regardless, no matter how many times her mother tried to evict her with claws unsheathed, the battered Fayre would return. The times became countless and sunrises blurred into moons. Sometimes they would share a nest together, others, her body curled trembling just fox-lengths away in the bushes shielding her pain but never her presence.

In this ebb and flow of routine, each moonrise Fayre listened for the patter of Isla's return. Though on one star-lit evening.., it was a laborious drag. When Fayre peered beneath the moonlit edges of her mother's den, the she-cat did not lash out or dismiss her. Not a single word flowed from her maw. Bloodied and bruised Fayre absorbed the scene. Pupils contracting, she tore into the night.

help, she needed to find help.

In her own ways, Fayre had been more acquainted with the fellow loners than perhaps Isla would have ever wanted to know. Fayre was a more social creature and longed for companionship. On hunts and outings, she did not hesitate to encounter the other loners from a distance- a mutual stride.

But despite her kindness and dedication, Fayre was not a cat above secrets and Isla was unaware of her connections. Word had lingered through their parts about the loner Aster, a healer of some sorts. It took sunrises for Fayre to find the she-cat but with the help of many traces and leads from faces more familiar than distant, Fayre located Aster on the second sunrise. Fayre brought Aster back to Isla, and with her careful guidance, they nurtured her mother back to health.

After this moment, many things changed in Fayre's life. Firstly, her mother became more tolerant of Fayre's presence and no longer tried to evict her. This change of heart fulfilled Fayre's ideas about Isla's nature and true potential. Secondly, all of Fayre's curiosities about clan cats dissipated. Fayre developed a sense of spite and frustration formulated around clan life. Though, what she is negligent to acknowledge is that perhaps it has less to do with her mother's condition, than the unachievable sense of companionship and love obtained in a clan that to her is but a distant horizon.

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After the flood that ravished ThistleClan and the northern rogue territory, Fayre and her mother extended their hunting grounds further into ThistleClan's border. During one excursion, they ran into the warrior Lakefire (owl ). Though the interaction was tense and Lakefire did not take kindly to rogues, she let them go unscathed but still with empty bellies.

When Fayre was traveling alone, she met a cat named Shiver (kaz ) who had information about the nature of two-leg objects. Fayre traded Shiver knowledge of where to pick dandelion and tansy in the abandoned twoleg camp in exchange for how to operate a few two-leg contraptions (springs and wheels).

One evening, desperate to feed Isla, Fayre wandered into RedwoodClan hunting grounds. Hunger clouding her vision, Fayre misstepped and triggered a two-leg contraption. It snapped and captured her leg in its bone-crushing teeth. After a night of struggle, the RedwoodClan warrior Ruefeather (wish ), found her and helped save Fayre from the trap.

When Fayre escaped and returned to Isla she was scorned for having the smell of tom, clan-cat. Isla blamed Fayre and her wounded leg for her own misfortunes and accused her of sleeping with the tom. After, Isla left Fayre.

As soon as her leg healed, Fayre started searching for Isla. Eventually, she ran into the rogue Hawthorne (Egotistic ). In return that Fayre contributed to Lily's gang, Hawthorne offered her a place, alluding to her mother Isla's location. Fayre agreed and was reunited with Isla.

Thistleclan launched an attack on the rogues in an attempt to reclaim their camp. Fayre fought alongside Isla against the familiar she-cat, Lakefire, and Lilypad (Wolfie ). During their battle, Lakefire tried to advocate for Fayre, who was taking the browbeats of her mom, shielding Isla, and trying to fight on her behalf. Together, the enemy cats ganged up on Isla. Amid their battle, the loner and Fayre's brother, Axel, appeared. Axel attacked Isla and extended love and kindness to Fayre. At the time, his words of encouragement fell on deaf ears, but it did plant a seed within her understanding, growing her skepticism and second-guessing her time with Isla. Critically wounded, Isla left the battle, and Fayre followed. Lily's gang accused them of fleeing.

In a critical state, Isla is begrudgingly cared for by Fayre. Having lost the battle, the rogues were displaced and moved to camp along the northern, barren beaches. Starvation threatened them, and Isla's healing was prolonged by the difficulty of both food and herb. Fayre and Isla were also barred from the food pile, marked as cowards for fleeing the battle despite Isla's vital wound. Fayre began to notice Lily's gang's corruption and how numbers do not always offer security as she initially aspired, but more complex, moving pieces and ways to take advantage of cats. Resentment brewed towards Lily and her immediate family. Fayre wanted to leave Lily's gang but stayed in slim hopes of their healer, Seraphine (owl), treating Isla. When attempting to pick food from the pile Fayre and Isla were approached by Hawthorne. Isla tried to barter her daughter's body for her gain, which Hawthorne declined.

Serendipitously, Fayre ran into Ruefeather again during the Northern Skies. They spent the night together and Fayre listened to his stories of RedwoodClan and learned more about different communities of cats and how the clans differed.

Desperate for food and power, Lily's gang struck a deal with Minnowstar. The rogues were moved onto LichenClan territory. During their travels, Fayre had to help her mother whose leg was badly infected. With a miscalculated step, Isla slipped from the cliffs and fell, shattering her spine. Fayre immediately panicked and begged Lily (rain) and Minnowstar to yield and help, but she was met with hostility. Minnowstar demanded for Lily to silence Fayre, and Lily declared that Isla was never meant to join them. Hawthorne's offer to return for Isla's body barely grazed the hysteric Fayre. In a frenzy, Fayre ran away from the group, past her mother's body, and towards the gathering falls.

Immediately after her mother's death, Fayre ran into Ruefeather. Fayre urgently insisted that Ruefeather warned his clan of the alliance between Lily's gang and Minnowstar, but he was more focused on comforting her. In the morning, he left and never warned his ranks.

During her time, now alone as a rogue, Fayre built a cavern behind the waterfalls. One day Ruefeather appeared with two new cats, Sedgeshadow (c a n n a), and Redcloud (Raven~), who were LichenClan refugees harboring shelter in RedwoodClan. LichenClan and the rogues had launched an attack on RedwoodClan. Fayre offered them protection for the time being, despite her apprehensions towards Ruefeather and his absence and seemingly cold demeanor, not having realized that it was against the clan cat code for them to meet with rogues.

After, Ruefeather returned to Fayre and explained the situation, the warrior code, and why he had been uncomfortable. He had told Finchstar about his visits with her and invited Fayre to join RedwoodClan when the timing was right. Fayre gleefully agreed.

Fayred joined RedwoodClan and began training to learn more about the warrior code and ways with Finchstar (rain).

Sheltering in place during the island's tempest blizzard, Fayre expressed to Ruefeather that she wanted to start a family. A few moons passed, and they struggled to conceive despite countless attempts.