Post by dumpster on Dec 8, 2020 18:20:29 GMT -6
fawnfoot
thistleclan
raggedy chocolate classic tabby with white markings.
warrior
male
25 moons
A p p e a r a n c e
Tall, long, and gangly—Fawnfoot has the appearance of a cat that was meant to be much larger, broader, and stronger than he is… but never became as such for one reason or another. Shoulder blades and hip bones protrude where muscle may have covered them in another sort of life and time. His stride is a calculated and measured lope most often, scarcely a sound made underpaw.
Raggedy, bearing matts and tangles of indiscernible origin and frankly greasy looking in appearance, Fawnfoot bears the characteristic signature signs of self-neglect. He is rarely found sharing tongues with anyone and his chocolate tabby pelt is often in a messy state.
His face might have been attractive… if it bore much in the way of expression. As it is, fine angles and box-shaped muzzle are often gently downturned into a soft frown. Pale yellow eyes stare out at the world with a disconnected sort of fog in their midst—as though his attention is often times directed elsewhere…
Raggedy, bearing matts and tangles of indiscernible origin and frankly greasy looking in appearance, Fawnfoot bears the characteristic signature signs of self-neglect. He is rarely found sharing tongues with anyone and his chocolate tabby pelt is often in a messy state.
His face might have been attractive… if it bore much in the way of expression. As it is, fine angles and box-shaped muzzle are often gently downturned into a soft frown. Pale yellow eyes stare out at the world with a disconnected sort of fog in their midst—as though his attention is often times directed elsewhere…
P e r s o n a l i t y
aloof, asocial, quiet, indecisive, passive, escapist, multifaceted, distracted, distrustful, intuitive, generous, merciful
a·loof: not friendly or forthcoming; cool and distant.
similar// detached || Fawnfoot rarely smiles and almost never starts conversations with others. While it's clear that he is aware of his compatriots and pays attention to their words and actions, he maintains a sort of distance with his clanmates that permeates throughout every interaction.
a·so·cial: avoiding social interaction.
similar// introverted || If he can manage it, Fawnfoot will do his best to avoid each and every social interaction possible. He's known for responding in quiet, muffled 'mms' and 'nnhuns' and disengaging as quickly as he can from most interactions. He avoids group situations like a pack of rampaging badgers and becomes rather stressed if forced into them.
qui·et: making little or no noise.
similar// stifled || Quiet in step and in person - Fawnfoot is the sort of cat that has ended up startling more than a few of his clanmates due to his sudden appearances and dreary stares. 'Step on a twig next time,' has been a common sour remark issued to him in the past.
in·de·ci·sive: not having the ability to make decisions quickly and effectively.
similar// uncommitted || Fawnfoot is not one to be relied upon during high stress situations... not usually. For the most part, he's the sort of tom that freezes during critical moments and seems consumed and preoccupied by some internal battle that he suffers - so much so that he sometimes finds it impossible to rally in situations where he should.
pas·sive: accepting or allowing what happens or what others do.
similar// unassertive || It's easier not to fight - that's something that Fawnfoot has learned and taken to heart over the moons. The days keep rolling by and thing keep happening for better or worse; he's never had control over this and doesn't believe that he ever will... so he simply takes each event as it is. While this has rendered him very adaptable, he's also dispassionate seeming due to his lack of most outward responses to the calamities around him. Sometimes a stolid face isn't welcome.
es·cap·ist: seeks distraction and relief from unpleasant realities.
similar// evasive || Seemingly willing to do anything to avoid an unpleasant situation or encounter, Fawnfoot is the quickest to depart from a group setting when there's virtually any sort of animosity brewing, he shuts down when confronted aggressively (assuming this lacks physical aspects - he responds with a panicked ferocity to physical attacks), and doesn't seem to enjoy deep talks about very much at all... or talking in general. Most often, Fawnfoot can be found half-occupied by his complicated inner world.
mul·ti·fac·et·ed: having many facets.
similar// multifarious || On the surface level, Fawnfoot is a difficult sort... he doesn't express himself well, he doesn't engage with others, he doesn't function at his best without clear instruction - all in all, he's subdued seeming and taxed, held back, by something inside of him. That something is also what lends itself to him in situations where he can't bring himself to act or move forward.
dis·tract·ed: unable to concentrate because one's mind is preoccupied.
similar// troubled || Half of Fawnfoot exists in the realm of the living that he shares with those around him... the other half exists inside of himself - tucked away and busied with internal feuds and never-ending issues. His first world is that inside of his head; reality is somewhat secondary at times.
dis·trust·ful: feeling or showing distrust of someone or something.
similar// slow-to-warm || In no small part due to his complicated state of mind, Fawnfoot finds it difficult to trust others and struggles greatly with forming interpersonal relationships as a result. It takes time, effort, and perhaps a bit of lucky circumstance for Fawnfoot to begin to feel close to another cat... and to accept that they won't hurt him.
in·tu·i·tive: what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning.
similar// instinctive || He's the sort of trust his gut - though it has been wrong more than once. Fawnfoot is observant enough of his environment and those that share it to experience 'off' feelings whenever something isn't quite right... it's an unpleasant feeling and thus one he strives to avoid by involving himself as little as possible interpersonally with his Clan.
gen·er·ous: showing a readiness to give.
similar// charitable || Despite the impression that his distant and cold seeming exterior may give off, Fawnfoot is genuinely giving at heart. He wishes for safety and for warmth and so desires the same for everyone... but has learned that not all generous gestures are appreciated - or to be trusted. Fawnfoot is the sort to share his prey in times of famine, to take up an extra place on a patrol if someone feels ill... his spurts of generosity are subtle and interspersed; hidden and unassuming.
mer·ci·ful: bringing someone relief from something unpleasant.
similar// clement || While his cold and often times unresponsive exterior may give off the impression of someone that is unsympathetic at heart - the truth couldn't be farther from the claim. Fawnfoot feels deeply and can very easily place himself in the paws of others and understand their points of view and reasonings. Because of this, he has found that his judgments of others - in the end - are far less black-and-white than those that other cats typically hold.
similar// detached || Fawnfoot rarely smiles and almost never starts conversations with others. While it's clear that he is aware of his compatriots and pays attention to their words and actions, he maintains a sort of distance with his clanmates that permeates throughout every interaction.
a·so·cial: avoiding social interaction.
similar// introverted || If he can manage it, Fawnfoot will do his best to avoid each and every social interaction possible. He's known for responding in quiet, muffled 'mms' and 'nnhuns' and disengaging as quickly as he can from most interactions. He avoids group situations like a pack of rampaging badgers and becomes rather stressed if forced into them.
qui·et: making little or no noise.
similar// stifled || Quiet in step and in person - Fawnfoot is the sort of cat that has ended up startling more than a few of his clanmates due to his sudden appearances and dreary stares. 'Step on a twig next time,' has been a common sour remark issued to him in the past.
in·de·ci·sive: not having the ability to make decisions quickly and effectively.
similar// uncommitted || Fawnfoot is not one to be relied upon during high stress situations... not usually. For the most part, he's the sort of tom that freezes during critical moments and seems consumed and preoccupied by some internal battle that he suffers - so much so that he sometimes finds it impossible to rally in situations where he should.
pas·sive: accepting or allowing what happens or what others do.
similar// unassertive || It's easier not to fight - that's something that Fawnfoot has learned and taken to heart over the moons. The days keep rolling by and thing keep happening for better or worse; he's never had control over this and doesn't believe that he ever will... so he simply takes each event as it is. While this has rendered him very adaptable, he's also dispassionate seeming due to his lack of most outward responses to the calamities around him. Sometimes a stolid face isn't welcome.
es·cap·ist: seeks distraction and relief from unpleasant realities.
similar// evasive || Seemingly willing to do anything to avoid an unpleasant situation or encounter, Fawnfoot is the quickest to depart from a group setting when there's virtually any sort of animosity brewing, he shuts down when confronted aggressively (assuming this lacks physical aspects - he responds with a panicked ferocity to physical attacks), and doesn't seem to enjoy deep talks about very much at all... or talking in general. Most often, Fawnfoot can be found half-occupied by his complicated inner world.
mul·ti·fac·et·ed: having many facets.
similar// multifarious || On the surface level, Fawnfoot is a difficult sort... he doesn't express himself well, he doesn't engage with others, he doesn't function at his best without clear instruction - all in all, he's subdued seeming and taxed, held back, by something inside of him. That something is also what lends itself to him in situations where he can't bring himself to act or move forward.
dis·tract·ed: unable to concentrate because one's mind is preoccupied.
similar// troubled || Half of Fawnfoot exists in the realm of the living that he shares with those around him... the other half exists inside of himself - tucked away and busied with internal feuds and never-ending issues. His first world is that inside of his head; reality is somewhat secondary at times.
dis·trust·ful: feeling or showing distrust of someone or something.
similar// slow-to-warm || In no small part due to his complicated state of mind, Fawnfoot finds it difficult to trust others and struggles greatly with forming interpersonal relationships as a result. It takes time, effort, and perhaps a bit of lucky circumstance for Fawnfoot to begin to feel close to another cat... and to accept that they won't hurt him.
in·tu·i·tive: what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning.
similar// instinctive || He's the sort of trust his gut - though it has been wrong more than once. Fawnfoot is observant enough of his environment and those that share it to experience 'off' feelings whenever something isn't quite right... it's an unpleasant feeling and thus one he strives to avoid by involving himself as little as possible interpersonally with his Clan.
gen·er·ous: showing a readiness to give.
similar// charitable || Despite the impression that his distant and cold seeming exterior may give off, Fawnfoot is genuinely giving at heart. He wishes for safety and for warmth and so desires the same for everyone... but has learned that not all generous gestures are appreciated - or to be trusted. Fawnfoot is the sort to share his prey in times of famine, to take up an extra place on a patrol if someone feels ill... his spurts of generosity are subtle and interspersed; hidden and unassuming.
mer·ci·ful: bringing someone relief from something unpleasant.
similar// clement || While his cold and often times unresponsive exterior may give off the impression of someone that is unsympathetic at heart - the truth couldn't be farther from the claim. Fawnfoot feels deeply and can very easily place himself in the paws of others and understand their points of view and reasonings. Because of this, he has found that his judgments of others - in the end - are far less black-and-white than those that other cats typically hold.
H i s t o r y
Mother: Eve, Deceased: eviscerated by foxes.
Father: Elohim (Elo), Unknown.
Littermates: Amaris, Unknown. Abel, Deceased: eviscerated by foxes.
Under Froststar’s reign and amidst the rise of their troubles with foxes, another sort of tragedy was unfolding just north of ThistleClan lands. A family was torn apart—children lost their father, a mother was forced to abandon her daughter, and of the newly fragmented family unit… only one survived.
They wandered into the Clan lands per the final instructions of their lost father, and they were soon discovered.
Not by ThistleClan—not yet—but by foxes.
Terrified and desperate shrieks of the mother drew to them a patrol of ThistleClanners… though not nearly soon enough.
By the time help arrived, only one skinny scrap of a kit remained alive; his family in bloody shreds and pieces of meat strewn about.
Unable to leave the kit to die—the warriors returned with him.
He was given the name Fawnkit… and Amos became a ThistleClanner.
Throughout his apprenticeship, it became clear that Fawnpaw had recovered very little from the ordeals of his kithood.
His training progressed slowly—at times he refused to even rise from the small ball he curled himself into each night. His peers would tease him for this; rather oddly for a ThistleClanner, they were met with absolutely no response… it was like they didn’t exist to Fawnpaw.
Unless they touched him.
Despite his oddities and the memories that plagued him, Fawnpaw managed to progress in his training. His mentor taught him that there was peace—if not joy—that could be found in the solace granted through a focused hunt or a busy patrol. She tried to appease him with busy paws and kinder suggestions than the rest of the Clan may have issued… eventually her efforts and dedication were rewarded… sort of.
Fawnpaw became a fine hunter and tracker in the Clan, but he still seemed unable to rouse himself for the tasks without being directed to do so.
He was given the name Fawnfoot after scraping out for himself a very modest hovel of a burrow.
Under Thievingstar’s rule, trouble with foxes faded and found itself replaced by something arguably worse—rogues.
Though he holds very few memories of his life from before, Fawnfoot can’t help but feel strangely whenever he encounters an outsider… as though he bears kinship with them, or could. These odd feelings have brought about within him a hesitance with his claws and a knit within his brow whenever he overhears his Clanmates hissing with vitriol about those outside of his Clan.
Had he… heard those things before—about Clan cats?
Try as he might, he couldn’t recall… and so it remains a feeling that he can’t quite shake.
Father: Elohim (Elo), Unknown.
Littermates: Amaris, Unknown. Abel, Deceased: eviscerated by foxes.
Under Froststar’s reign and amidst the rise of their troubles with foxes, another sort of tragedy was unfolding just north of ThistleClan lands. A family was torn apart—children lost their father, a mother was forced to abandon her daughter, and of the newly fragmented family unit… only one survived.
They wandered into the Clan lands per the final instructions of their lost father, and they were soon discovered.
Not by ThistleClan—not yet—but by foxes.
Terrified and desperate shrieks of the mother drew to them a patrol of ThistleClanners… though not nearly soon enough.
By the time help arrived, only one skinny scrap of a kit remained alive; his family in bloody shreds and pieces of meat strewn about.
Unable to leave the kit to die—the warriors returned with him.
He was given the name Fawnkit… and Amos became a ThistleClanner.
Throughout his apprenticeship, it became clear that Fawnpaw had recovered very little from the ordeals of his kithood.
His training progressed slowly—at times he refused to even rise from the small ball he curled himself into each night. His peers would tease him for this; rather oddly for a ThistleClanner, they were met with absolutely no response… it was like they didn’t exist to Fawnpaw.
Unless they touched him.
Despite his oddities and the memories that plagued him, Fawnpaw managed to progress in his training. His mentor taught him that there was peace—if not joy—that could be found in the solace granted through a focused hunt or a busy patrol. She tried to appease him with busy paws and kinder suggestions than the rest of the Clan may have issued… eventually her efforts and dedication were rewarded… sort of.
Fawnpaw became a fine hunter and tracker in the Clan, but he still seemed unable to rouse himself for the tasks without being directed to do so.
He was given the name Fawnfoot after scraping out for himself a very modest hovel of a burrow.
Under Thievingstar’s rule, trouble with foxes faded and found itself replaced by something arguably worse—rogues.
Though he holds very few memories of his life from before, Fawnfoot can’t help but feel strangely whenever he encounters an outsider… as though he bears kinship with them, or could. These odd feelings have brought about within him a hesitance with his claws and a knit within his brow whenever he overhears his Clanmates hissing with vitriol about those outside of his Clan.
Had he… heard those things before—about Clan cats?
Try as he might, he couldn’t recall… and so it remains a feeling that he can’t quite shake.
