Post by Kitty on Mar 2, 2010 20:29:07 GMT -6
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Name: Fernpaw
Apparent Age: 9 moons
Real Age: 601 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StarClan
Former Clan: ThunderClan
Mentor/Apprentice: Goldenstar - mentor - deceased
Rank: Kit
Mate/Crush: Psh, no. Why bother with toms?
Kin:
Toadclaw - Father - ShadowClan - deceased
Poppyleg - Mother - deceased
Ashpaw - Brother - Deceased
Look here for her half-siblings and aunts/uncles/etc. No way am I listing them all.
Description: Thin and frail, Fernpaw was always the smallest of her litter. Her only other sibling, Ashpaw, is already small and Fernpaw is even tinier. No one expected her to last long, but against all odds, she made it to her apprenticeship, and probably would have become a warrior, even if not for her brother's mentor. She has a silver tabby pelt, patchy in places and giving her a rather sickly look. This isn't too far off the mark; she does - or did, rather - tend to get sick easily. Even in StarClan her pelt looks a bit scraggly and sparse in places.
She and her brother looked nearly identical at birth, even their sizes were about the same, but as they grew older, Fernpaw's pelt darkened while Ashpaw's lightened, and Ashpaw outgrew her a bit. Her black and silver tabby pelt is now nearly solid black in a couple places along her back. Truth be told, they actually resemble their ShadowClan grandmother, Stripedpelt, a bit, pelt-wise at least.
Fernpaw's appearance looks about the smae in StarClan as it did in ThunderClan - fur patchy and not well taken care of - but the silver in her pelt seems brighter, somehow, and her silver-y gray eyes seem to glow with a starry light as most StarClan cats' do.
Personality: With a brave personality that seems to contridict her sickly appearance, Fernpaw was always the bolder of the two kits. She is very protective of her one and only sibling, and, even though she manages being away from him for a much longer period of time than he can from her, she has grown used to his company and the two are always together. But that may just be because of the fact that poor Ashpaw goes hysterical when Fernpaw isn't present, and poor Fernpaw will not allow Ashpaw to be upset.
While a kithood of bullying and being ignored seemed to push Ashpaw into a life of loneliness and solitude, it just made Fernkit tougher. She is a fighter, despite her small size and her inability to cause much damage. She has a pretty fierce glare, though, and if anyone she or Ashpaw don't like come near, they're sure to get it turned on them. She feels as if she is above every other cat - with the exception of Ashpaw, whom she loves more than she loves herself, because everything she does she does for him - because the other option is to be like Ashpaw, and that never seemed to work well for her.
Fernpaw really is an insecure little she-cat, though, depsite the calm, serious demeanor she keeps in place. Why did the Clan hate her and Ashpaw? Had she ever done anything to them? Besides be born? Every day, these questions swirl through her mind.
She depises Toadclaw. The rest of his family is okay. Not Toadclaw. If he had been there for her mother, maybe everything would have been different. She spends her days talking to Ashpaw, but at least she chats with other cats and plays with the other kits here and there. But Ashpaw will always come first, and she never hangs around other cats for long for his sake.
History: Fernpaw and Ashpaw weren't born in the happiest circumstance. Their mother, Poppyleg, was the daughter of an exiled Clan cat and a kittypet. She was a sickly cat (probably part of the reason Fernpaw and Ashpaw were ill). Plus, she was a new warrior when she met Toadclaw of ShadowClan and fell in love...sort of. Before she knew it, a litter of kits were on their way. After the birth of the duo - also sickly-looking like their mother - Poppyleg just grew sicker and sicker. She died five days later, only having time to name her kits and give the Clan that their father was in.
Cat's out of the bag, as the saying goes.
Upon the announcement, the two already small, sickly-looking kits were were shunned. A queen named Tallflower stepped in (rather unwillingly) as their foster mother until they were weaned. Then they were on their own, more or less. They were bullied pretty bad, too. What kind of a ThunderClan had grandparents that were a kittypet and a rogue and a father that was ShadowClan?
And so, while the rude comments and angry - or even wary - glares about their heritage made Ashkit a quiet, shy little solitary kit, it made Fernkit a tougher, even littler overprotective kit. They had no others, and, in Fernkit's opinion, needed no others.
The two kits were inseperable, and they grew up alone.
They were made apprentices a bit early, and both given excellent mentors. Ashpaw got an ambitious, loyal tom. And Fernpaw...Fernpaw got the leader, Goldenstar. The leader! She could hardly believe it! Her training started out well, and she wasn't sick as often then.
Goldenstar seemed to be one of the few cats who actually somewhat liked the two of them. He was the leader, though, so maybe it was a requirement or something. Fernpaw didn't know. She did know that Ashpaw's hysterical fits didn't kick in until about half a day of being apart. She was happy - not because she now had some space (no, she didn't much like that; she missed him too much, only she wasn't as verbal about it) but because it meant that Ashpaw was one pawstep closer to being able to hold his own.
Training went quickly and uneventfully for three, maybe four, moons. Something happened at their nine-moon mark, though.
It was surprising that Lionclaw treated Ashpaw with such tolerance; as kits, he'd been one of the cats to ignore them completely, even occasionally shoot them glares. But Ashpaw seemed to like the tom, and Fernpaw heself politely respected him.
At the age of nine moons, Fernpaw discovered the reason Lionclaw seemed to like Ashpaw so much.
The warrior took her out into the forest. That right there should have set her off; she wasn't his apprentice, and Ashpaw was no where to be found on that day.
Anyway, Lionclaw led her out into the forest, claiming they were going to "hunt". They went out to the middle of the forest and were completely alone.
It was then that Lionclaw asked - or demanded, really - that she become his mate.
Hunting? Yeah, right. A nine-moon-old apprentice with an older warrior? She didn't need anyone else. She had Ashpaw.
She politely yet firmly denied.
He then proceeded to threaten (or close enough, anyway) her, saying she didn't have a choice in the matter. Whether or not she wanted it, she was going to be his mate.
When someone wanted something badly, they went to great lengths to get it, Fernpaw supposed.
Again, more firm than polite this time, she denied.
Lionclaw promptly leapt at her, easily overtaking the very small apprentice. One blow to the head was enough to send her on her way to StarClan.
That piece of mousedung, her brother's own mentor, had killed her. Simply because she hadn't wanted to become his mate.
Even worse, Ashpaw was the one who foudn her body. After being unable to wake her, he immediately lay down beside her. A few days or starving and coupled with the fact that it was the middle of leafbare soon made him join Fernpaw in the starry grounds.
And it was all her fault. If she hadn't refused Lionclaw, he wouldn't have killed her. And if he hadn't killed her, she'd still be alive. Ashpaw wouldn't have found her body and become so grief-filled and lonely that he'd died, too. All her own fault.
Now they're both in StarClan and reasonably happy. Every cat had to die sometime, Fernpaw supposes. Ashpaw's hysteria got twice as bad as it ever was after he died, and now the two of them are never apart. She tends to work out her life more to Ashpaw's benefit rather than her own, and spends only a bit of each day in the presence of other cats.
But its all good.
Because she does it all for him.
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