"Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future."
-John. F. Kennedy
DAWNCLOUD
~~ General Information ~~
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Female
Birth Residence: ThunderClan
Current Residence: ThunderClan
Ranking: Warrior
Orientation: Pansexual
-John. F. Kennedy
DAWNCLOUD
~~ General Information ~~
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Female
Birth Residence: ThunderClan
Current Residence: ThunderClan
Ranking: Warrior
Orientation: Pansexual
~~ Relationships~~
{{deceased ; inactive ; missing}} Mother: Cindersong Father: --- Brother(s): --- Sister(s): Silvercloud Grandmother(s): ---- Grandfather(s): ---- Uncle(s): --- Aunt(s): --- Cousin(s): --- Niece(s): --- Nephew(s): --- Daughter(s): --- Son(s): --- Mother-In-Law: --- Father-In-Law: --- Brother-In-Law(s): --- Sister-In-Law(s): --- Friend(s): Leafsparks, Hawkfeather, Stormwing, Martenthorn Best Friend(s): Fennelnose Neutral(s): --- Enemy(ies): --- Nemesis: --- Romantic Interest(s): --- Mate: --- Former Mate(s): --- Mentor: --- Former Mentor: --- Apprentice: --- Former Apprentice: --- |
~~ Thoughts On Others ~~
Name // Relation // Thoughts Cindersong // Mother // Doesn't talk to lately; loves dearly Silvercloud // Younger Sister // Doesn't talk to lately; loves dearly Fennelnose // Best Friend // Has known each other since kits; currently grieving their death; Misses Leafsparks // Friend // Cares for Hawkfeather // Friend // Cares for Stormwing // Friend // Cares for Martenthorn // Friend // Cares for |
Personal ~~
Descriptive Appearance: She is a short molly with a lithe build on her.Her eyes are big and round and are as bright as the sun. Her ears are sharp and highly erect on her small apple shaped head. She has snow white short length fur that to her mother, resembled the blinding color when looking directly into the dawning sun for too long. She does her best to keep her fur clean, for it can dirty very quickly than other cats. Her bright colored fur makes greenleaf less of a nuisance to her than other heavy coated, darker colored cats, but she finds it difficult to warm herself in leafbare and it's so difficult, she sometimes fears she'll die in her sleep from the cold. She once had a long luxurious tail when she was born that her mother would groom for her to teach her how to care for her fur. Her tail is no longer there and all that was of her tail is now a small stub on her end and less impressive as her actual tail. It's advisable not to mention the absence of her tail. Whenever something touches her flank, she appears to wince back a great deal. She never explains whether it is because touching around that area hurts her or it's because of her huge hatred of any sort of physical contact around that area.
Personality: From how she looks from afar, she seems reserved with all who speaks little to no words at all. However with this white she-cat, she is as extroverted as one may get and it takes very little to set off her mouth. And once it is revealed how outgoing and chatty she truly is, those with little patience and despise babble will be praying to StarClan, wishing she never opened her mouth to begin with. She is an expert at rambling on about things of very little importance and it takes the receiving end to stop from talking anymore. She has never gotten tired from being gabby and some consider having to listen to her speak nonsense for the whole day as a punishment. Her playful and lively ways can not be seen in her downtime when she is finished with her duties, but also when she is fighting and hunting, where she seems like she is bouncing around in the air as she "chases" after prey, as carefree and flowing as a cloud. Many could mistake this for her not taking her role as a provider and protector of the clan seriously, something her own mentor had trouble for a long time learning that this is just how she operates her tasks. One issue she really doesn't appreciate bringing up is her tail, or rather what is left of it. She has never told another cat on what happened to it and never plans to. Whenever someone attempts to talk of it causes her to slip away from the conversation and the cat. With an exception to this, she is perfectly capable of taking criticism and opposing opinions by simply turning the other cheek or just huffs their words out her ears as she proudly puffs her chest out. She has a love for kits and hopes to be able to have some of her own someday.
Strengths: her optimism,
Weaknesses: subject on her tail, her naivety,
Likes: greenleaf, birds, having fun, kits, the idea of falling in love
Dislikes: talking about her tail, the fact that her fur gets easily dirty, aggressive cats, foxes
Descriptive Appearance: She is a short molly with a lithe build on her.Her eyes are big and round and are as bright as the sun. Her ears are sharp and highly erect on her small apple shaped head. She has snow white short length fur that to her mother, resembled the blinding color when looking directly into the dawning sun for too long. She does her best to keep her fur clean, for it can dirty very quickly than other cats. Her bright colored fur makes greenleaf less of a nuisance to her than other heavy coated, darker colored cats, but she finds it difficult to warm herself in leafbare and it's so difficult, she sometimes fears she'll die in her sleep from the cold. She once had a long luxurious tail when she was born that her mother would groom for her to teach her how to care for her fur. Her tail is no longer there and all that was of her tail is now a small stub on her end and less impressive as her actual tail. It's advisable not to mention the absence of her tail. Whenever something touches her flank, she appears to wince back a great deal. She never explains whether it is because touching around that area hurts her or it's because of her huge hatred of any sort of physical contact around that area.
Personality: From how she looks from afar, she seems reserved with all who speaks little to no words at all. However with this white she-cat, she is as extroverted as one may get and it takes very little to set off her mouth. And once it is revealed how outgoing and chatty she truly is, those with little patience and despise babble will be praying to StarClan, wishing she never opened her mouth to begin with. She is an expert at rambling on about things of very little importance and it takes the receiving end to stop from talking anymore. She has never gotten tired from being gabby and some consider having to listen to her speak nonsense for the whole day as a punishment. Her playful and lively ways can not be seen in her downtime when she is finished with her duties, but also when she is fighting and hunting, where she seems like she is bouncing around in the air as she "chases" after prey, as carefree and flowing as a cloud. Many could mistake this for her not taking her role as a provider and protector of the clan seriously, something her own mentor had trouble for a long time learning that this is just how she operates her tasks. One issue she really doesn't appreciate bringing up is her tail, or rather what is left of it. She has never told another cat on what happened to it and never plans to. Whenever someone attempts to talk of it causes her to slip away from the conversation and the cat. With an exception to this, she is perfectly capable of taking criticism and opposing opinions by simply turning the other cheek or just huffs their words out her ears as she proudly puffs her chest out. She has a love for kits and hopes to be able to have some of her own someday.
Strengths: her optimism,
Weaknesses: subject on her tail, her naivety,
Likes: greenleaf, birds, having fun, kits, the idea of falling in love
Dislikes: talking about her tail, the fact that her fur gets easily dirty, aggressive cats, foxes
~~ Backstory ~~
A litter of kits were born before the rising dawn fell upon the clans of the forest. The white little she-kit of the bunch was named after the blinding dawn her mother witnessed gazing into the sun one heartbeat too long. Not long after opening her eyes, it was clear to see how playful and carefree she was, as any kit should truly be. She was always so curious about the world around and had a desire to see it all with her eyes. Any chance StarClan gave to explore her camp, she took with no hesitations. However, her mother seemed to always be there to supervise her to prevent her from seeing all she wanted to see, which frustrated the young cat. The thought of becoming an apprentice one day made her dream all day and stay up all night imagining the warrior she would, catching five large prey in her maw in one flawless trip and knocking away enemy warriors in her wake, and her clanmates chanting her name. Dawnkit! Dawnkit! Dawnkit! The wait for being an apprentice was finally over and she was assigned a mentor, a kind but somewhat strict cat who Dawnpaw idolized and cherished. She immediately wanted to go out of camp after she was assigned. Her mentor would comment how much of a promising warrior she already showed within her with her enthusiasm to aid her clan with hunting small prey and such. Her one issue was that she was already known to be extremely playful, and that was the way she looked as she hunted and practiced her fighting. For a moment, her mentor kept scolding her for it. The duty of the warrior was very serious, it was never meant to be taken as a game. It didn't take long for her mentor to realize that she isn't treating this as a game and this is just how she is. So, they work around her playful tactics and her training continues. Still a tiny apprentice, Dawnpaw met a brightly colored apprentice a bit older than herself. They attempted to push Dawnpaw away from her curious and friendly advances but their efforts proved inevitable and gives the white cat a chance to befriend them. Dawnpaw from then attempts to spend any free time with her new friend, Fennelpaw. She appreciated being an apprentice, but, still a young apprentice, she felt like she was treated the same way as a kit, she just has chores now. It frustrated her more than when she was a kit. One night, her friend Fennelpaw stirred as they witnessed Dawnpaw trying to sneak out. She tells Fennelpaw she wants to go out of the camp by herself without her any cat over her shoulder and restricting what she can and can't do. They tried to talk her out of it, saying she'll have many opportunities to be by herself in the territory when she is a warrior, however she had no patience to wait that long. She wanted freedom now. She snuck out without any cat seeing her. Fennelpaw watched her leave the den and rolled themself back in their nest. They couldn't fall asleep from worry. Just a few prey for the fresh-kill pile and I'll go back. She told herself. She was still in her earliest stages of apprenticeship, so her hunting tactics were still iffy and she wasn't able to succeed in her hunt every time. Eventually, after a few hours of barely proper hunting, she was able to snag two mice and a bird that was too injured to fly before she killed it. She placed the mice on her back and the bird in her maw and attempted to try and find her way back. She has never been this far into the territory before with her mentor. So she felt a little lost. As she struggled to find her way back, the arousing aroma of the kill attracts a young starving fox. It's rib cage could visibly be seen. Upon the sight of the fox, she runs as fast as she can away from the fox. It is quickly able to outrun her and grabs her by her tail. Thinking fast, she grabs the trunk of the tree with her claws and attempts to hang on as long as she can, mewling for help. The fox, determined to get a meal out of the young cat, refuses to let go and twists and turns her tail, causing intense pain for Dawnpaw, making her calls for help more desperate and loud. Her weakening hold of the tree and the pain from the vulpine's tearing causes her to be forced to let go. The fox almost killed had it not be that a cat came from no where and jumped at the fox's face, forcing it to let go of Dawnpaw. It was Fennelpaw! They heard the cries of their friend and came to help. Fennelpaw helps her up to her feet and they lead her back to camp. Back in safety, Dawnpaw's tail gets examined. It was all mangled and bloodied, lots of patches of fur were missing around the parts the fox was attempting to tear through. There was no way to save this part of her tail and the medicine cat was forced to tear off the part that couldn't be saved. All was left was a tiny stump from where her tail used to be. Moons after the encounter, she still felt emotional and physical trauma over the loss of her tail. Some cats bullied her over it and others took pity on her. She despised the cats that pitied her more than her bullies. Now, she attempts to be more optimistic over her future and likes to stay by her best friend's side to help comfort them for comforting her in times in need. She isn't as thrilled to explore the world anymore like she used to before the incident. |
~~ Ongoing Story ~~
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~~ Extras ~~
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~Reason for Naming: Dawn- her fur is the color of the sun when you look into for too long and creates a blinding white light, especially around dawn time. Cloud- she performs her duties and lives in a seemingly carefree just like a flowing cloud that allows the sky to pass it by. ~Theme Song: --- ~Other: --- |
~~ Fun Facts ~~
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