Dawnfeather, Medicine Cat of Fogclan

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Dawnfeather



ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:Female



ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Asexual/Aromantic



ᴀɢᴇ: 24 moons



ʀᴀɴᴋ: Medicine Cat





ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Born into clan life with her brother, Foxclaw. It quickly became apparent that she had her sights set on being medicine cat apprentice and training under Thistlefur, the previous medicine cat. When she was apprenticed to him, she shared dreams with Starclan and watched her brother learn to be a warrior. After becoming a full medicine cat, her mentor died of sickness a few moons later. Her brother eventually moved to a different clan, much to her dismay.



ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ:Thistlefur



ᴄʀᴜsʜ:N/A



ᴍᴀᴛᴇ:N/A



ᴋɪᴛs:N/A



ᴋɪɴ:Foxclaw





ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

[ Optimistic | Wary | Submissive/Shy | Loyal ]


[ Optimistic ]

Dawnfeather tries her hardest to see the best outcome. She is gentle and kind to her clanmates. Tries her best to keep the mood a bit lighter in serious situations, which can often come across as silly.



[ Wary ]

Often doubts herself, and will not tell others she is having trouble with something.



[ Submissive/Shy ]

Doesn’t assert her title as medicine cat even when it is needed. She doesn’t like drawing attention to herself, and will avoid hostility if possible. She can overcome this if a clanmate is seriously injured.



[ Loyal ]

Her own clan is very important to her, and stayed in her own clan when her brother left. She never thought about following him.



ʟɪᴋᴇs: Warm weather, spending time with her clanmates if her duties aren’t currently needed.



ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇsFinding honey to soothe a clanmate’s throat, hostility at gatherings, being put on the spot.



ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A small black-and-white she-cat with green eyes.



ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A small black-and-white she-cat. Her pelt’s base color is white, and the black fur stretches along her back and down one foreleg.



ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Small, light frame



ғᴜʀ: Softer around the belly, and a little prickled along the spine. The fur on her forelegs and hind legs is slightly coarse.



ᴇʏᴇs: Green



ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ[/ul][/ul][/ul]

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