Sparrowfeather, Elder of Fogclan

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Sparrowfeather

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Straight

ᴀɢᴇ: 85 moons

ʀᴀɴᴋ: Elder


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Sparrowkit came into the world in the warm moons of greenleaf. The bright and happy weather she was born in must have rubbed off on her, for as soon as she could, she made friends with as many cats as she could. Her bubbly nature calmed down a bit as time went on, and she matured quickly. As an apprentice, she had a quick mind for understanding things, and a knack for exploring. Sparrowpaw still loved making friends, yet had become more timid than before. She earned her title as a warrior at 13 moons, becoming both a kind, loyal warrior and friend. Her warrior life didn't contain much strife or battle, for the clans were at peace. She did participate in several border skirmishes, for what are the clans without battle? As time went on, Sparrowfeather became less physically able, causing for her reaction time to become slower and her stamina lowered. At 82 moons, she requested to be moved to the elders' den. The request was granted, and she continues to spend calm days inside the camp as a cheerful elder.

ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ: None    

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ: N/A

ᴄʀᴜsʜ: None

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: None

ᴋɪᴛs: None

ᴋɪɴ: N/A


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ Friendly | Careful | Loyal | Peaceful ]


[ Friendly ]
    She loves making nice with other cats. Very open to who she acquaints herself with, she has a tendency to mingle with cats from other clans. This caused some of her clanmates to be a bit suspicious at first, but it became quite obvious that she's loyal to her clan. Sparrowfeather also loves to help out. Most of her spare time was spent helping the medicine cat or doing favors for the queens, despite her stiff joints. If a cat is in trouble, she usually doesn't hesitate to help out. 

[ Careful ]
    Despite her exploring nature, Sparrowfeather can be quite cautious at times. As an apprentice she had been hesitant to travel to the Haunted Gorge, even with the company of her mentor. She also is quite hesitant to do anything that is too dangerous, including fighting, although she didn't mind battling if she believes it's for the good of the clan.

[ Loyal ]
    Not just willing to fight for her clan, she is also ready to die for her good friends. She will rush to defend them in an instant, in battle or not. Whenever another cat insults her clan or her friends, they are met by her hostility and/or annoyance.

[ Peaceful ]
    Not one for violence, Sparrowfeather likes to take the peaceful side of clan life. In battles, she preferred to bruise cats rather than scratch, though she usually ended up using her claws. In everyday life, she enjoyed going to the Moonlight Isle to stargaze, and still sometimes does. She also enjoys helping the medicine cat with errands.

ʟɪᴋᴇs: Nice cats, making new friends, helping out, stargazing, exploring, flowers, and spending time with friends.

ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs Mean cats, fighting, scary or dangerous situations, and being lied to.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A fluffy, brown and white she-cat with bright, amber eyes and a graying muzzle.

ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: She has long brown fur with white paws and a rather fluffy, white tail-tip. A white circle covers her right eye, and her eyes are a bright amber. She also has a bright pink nose, not unlike a kittypet's. Her muzzle, which used to be a soft, chocolate brown, is now speckled with gray fur.

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: A slightly taller, average build and strong hindquarters.

ғᴜʀ: Very fluffy/soft. She grooms herself frequently.

ᴇʏᴇs: Bright amber.

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ

       Soft light dappeled across the water surrounding Moonlight Isle, which was coated by a thin blanket of mist. Soft paw-steps could be heard under the crescent moon. Sparrowfeather walked through the mist to a moss-covered stone near the water. Despite the dim light, the she-cat's amber eyes glowed, reflecting the star-filled sky. As she settled down on the rock, a breeze ruffled her long fur. She swept her tail to her side and tucked her paws neatly beneath her chest.
    The sky was cloudless that night, revealing a vast expanse of stars. It seemed that the longer Sparrowfeather looked, the more stars appeared. Her brown eyes wide, she inhaled, trying to drink in as much of the dazzling sight as she could. The old she-cat had been to this spot many times before, and each time was just as breathtaking as the first.[/ul][/ul][/ul]