Doveberry, Warrior of Fogclan

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Doveberry

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Panromantic Demisexual

ᴀɢᴇ: 20 moons

ʀᴀɴᴋ: Warrior


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Surprisingly enough, as a kit, Doveberry was extremely quiet and introverted. She generally stuck around with her mother in the nursery, rather than exploring with the other kits. Doveberry had made one friend in particular, who taught her to live and make the most of things. With his help, she was able to come out of her shell. With her new-found confidence, Doveberry decided to make friends with everyone she could, and try to make the lives of others easier by spreading a little kindness. Her past was not always happy-go-lucky, however, and Doveberry has some things that she keeps hidden away, and masked behind her kind facade. Now-a-days, Doveberry just tries to mix things up, making an attempt in livening up everyday clan life and making things a little more fun. 

ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ: TBA

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): TBA

ᴄʀᴜsʜ: N/A

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: N/A

ᴋɪᴛs: N/A

ᴋɪɴ: TBA


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ optimistic | friendly | naive | secretive | manipulative? ]

[ optimistic ]
always trying to find the best out of a situation, doveberry is always there to cheer up the clan in dark times! but, don't get her wrong, doveberry gets sad sometimes too.

[ friendly ]
pretty self explanatory. she loves having more people to talk to day to day, so tries her hardest to make friends with everyone.

[ naive ]
doveberry's extreme optimism can sometimes lead to her being unaware about a lot, and can sometimes come off as ignorance.

[ secretive ]
being a naturally happy cat, doveberry doesn't like to share her darker feelings. she tends to keep her feelings to herself, so you never know what she's hiding. she is not always as she seems.

[ manipulative ]
even though its only slightly, doveberry sometimes may use her natural likability to get what she wants. she usually doesn't notice when she does it.

ʟɪᴋᴇs: talking, running/racing, exploring, warm weather, star gazing

ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs fights, rain, scolding, naps

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: a white and grey she-cat with long fur, wide eyes and a long, fluffy tail.

ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: a lean, silky grey and white turkish angora, with long fur, big curious lime eyes, and a big tail. 

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: average sized, but lean

ғᴜʀ: soft and thick

ᴇʏᴇs: lime green (with a tinge of yellow)

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ
Another day wasted, could've been spent doing something NICE together, something decent, but alas, he was watching his boyfriend cause mischief in the streets instead. So, so many times he's tried to convince him to spend time with him instead of making people's lives a little harder, but he insists its way more fun. How mean.

This wasn't the first time it's happened, either. It's been a challenge trying to steer Tsubasa away from his instincts, so occasionally when he slips away from him, he finds him again doing things like this.

'A cat, really?' Michael frowned, crossing his arms. How silly. Did he really find some kind of enjoyment in this? If anything, it just seemed like something that took no dignity to do. With a scoff, he took on the form of a cat (not to make it seem conspicuous that this person just happened to appear out of no where in the alley) and slipped into view from behind a trash can.

"Have you any feelings, Tsubasa? I swear, I turn around for a second and you're off scaring the living daylights out of strangers!" He trotted over to Tsubasa on his paws. "How come I have to keep an eye on you every second of the day, huh?" He hissed.[/ul][/ul][/ul]