Sledgefoot, Warrior of Fogclan

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Sledgefoot

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Straight

ᴀɢᴇ: 16 Moons

ʀᴀɴᴋ: Warrior


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Sledgefoot is considered an average warrior. She grew up like any cat would; getting into deep trouble every second she was awake. Okay, perhaps she was a bit more rambunctious then the average run of the mill kit. But even through the fearful glances the other cats gave her as Spottedstar appointed her as apprentice, the bones broken in her attempt to show her mentor the science of branch durability, and the endless visits to the medicine den after teaching the other apprentices about "Cliff Sliding" and "Snake Tying," everyone knew she'd make a fantastic warrior one day. And she did.

ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ: OPEN FOR ONE

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): Pebblejaw

ᴄʀᴜsʜ: None

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: None

ᴋɪᴛs: None

ᴋɪɴ: She has a Mother, Robintail, a mostly black tortoiseshell cat with a white underbelly and two brothers named Lightningpelt (white and very light orange taby marbled cat) and Addercloud (tortoiseshell cat with stunning yellow eyes). Her father is unknown.


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Enduring | Fun | Dark | Inspiring | Loud | Troublemaker | Independent

Enduring
She is very patient and can withstand a lot of mistreatment or disrespect as well as physical wear and tear. She's also abnormally skilled in running and dodging. Running is her top skill but don't let her living in Fogclan fool you. Deep in the trees is where this skill truly shines as she uses the roots, rocks, and underbrush to propel her.

Fun/Inspiring
More so as a kit and apprentice, Sledgefoot is pure wild fun. She's humorous, energetic, and an idea spawner. No one would be surprised if her games were carried on through generation through generation. Sledgefoot's personality warms any cats heart and inspires others to take a step back and let go of tight/bad feelings. Younger cats admire her and look up to with inspiration.

Dark
If you get to know her, you'll quickly find that she has a dark side to her. Most find this through discovering she has no loyalty or boundaries. If a better offer is given to her… she will take it. Besides this information she has a strong sense to do whats right and will only do what feels right or what satisfies her. Her belief is that the warrior code is only a guide and not actual rules. Since her opinion on many things are out of line she has a hard time getting into another cats paws but she still doesn't enjoy to see friends sad, lost, or hurt. Her only problem with this is she doesn't mind seeing cats other then her friends hurt. (She secretly does not believe in Starclan)

Loud
Sledgefoot may enjoy being alone more then interacting with other cats, but if she accepts you as a friend you may find she's has the widest loud mouth in all of Mountain Walls. She loves to talk and make herself known with her clever tongue.

Troublemaker
Careful… she has a tendency to get herself into trouble and miraculously she never seems to get the much of the blame. Especially when she's with a second person. With her swiftness you'll be left with cleaning up.

Independent
One of Sledgefoot most noticeable aspects is her tendency not to care. If something doesn't match with her thinking or expectancy she'll challenge it. More so she's not a good team player. She doesn't act like she's really a Warrior of Fogclan and more of a cat who helps out.

ʟɪᴋᴇs: Squirrel meat, having fun, exploring, running, learning, and talking.
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: Large crowds fighting, unknown bugs, dry dirt on her paws, bees, and sometimes hotheads.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Pitch black Turkish Angora she-cat with golden eyes.

ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Pitch black Turkish Angora with long glossy fur. She's small but an average size for a she-cat. She stands swiftly and her paws never make a sound. Her tail is long and covered in black luscious fur while the bottom of it is smoked with very dark gray.

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Very swift, long, and flexible.

ғᴜʀ: Soft

ᴇʏᴇs: Gold

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ
"A howl echoes across the valley and Percy immediately shoots his head straight into the air and onto this feet clumsily. Giving a quick and messy shake of his coat, Percy bounds across the grass like a immature puppy and zooms towards Avani’s call. Percy see’s the figure of Avani next to the shack and when he reaches Avani’s side he trips and face plants into the dirt before he gets up and tucks his tail between his legs in submission.
“Hi Avani! You called?” Percy gives a guilty smile as he stares up at Avani with dirt smudged across his face."[/ul][/ul][/ul]
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