Cat Name: Fawnkit, paw, dance
Tom or She-Cat: She-cat
Favorite Warriors Character(s): Bluestar
Familiarity with the series: I read all of first and second arc, on book three in the third arc. :3
Appearance: Fawnkit has long reddish fur with white underbelly and white-spotted back. She has big green eyes and a pink nose. Her legs are long and graceful, and even though she was born only a few moons ago she already is rather swift.
Personality: Fawnkit is very calculating, manipulative. She is a chameleon, changing her ways to appease whomever happens to be around her. When she's not pretending to be someone else she's very boring and bleak, almost as if she doesn't know how to be normal.
She loves getting her way, and will fly into silent bouts of rage when that doesn't happen. She's extremely empathetic, and can understand almost every other viewpoint. She finds it strange that she can understand the emotions of others yet she can't understand or interprt her own.
Fawnkit is very lonely. She has no real friends. Sometimes in the middle of the night she'll wake up and the ground beneath her face will be wet, as if she was crying in her sleep.
She often has strange dreams of dark cats. They never approach her, they just hover in her vision, whispering to one another in strange hisses and looking at her. These dreams frighten her, although she can't tell why. Everytime she has this dream the odd cats seem to grow closer.
She loves to win. She always has to be the best in everything, no matter what. She craves perfection.
Fawnkit is looking forward to becoming an apprentice so she can leave camp and explore on her own. She hates being in the crowded nursery with all of the other kits. She thinks she's really going to hate having to clean the elder's bedding and doing other meaningless chores, she hopes that she can pull a few strings and get out of doing that sort of thing.
Origins: Emeraldfoot and Dawnbreeze (now deceased) were her parents. Fawnkit remembers the day when she was told that her mother had been killed by a twoleg. She had been shot with something, and then she just went to sleep and never woke up. Fawnkit had stood vigil that night in secret. As she had glared up at the stars that night she wondered, "Are you really there?"
