Fernheart

Alias:

Sex:
She-cat
Age:
38 moons
Sexuality:
Pansexual






Mate: Mistclaw, Boltfang, Volebelly
Offspring: Rook-kit, Nightkit, Hornetkit, Lightningstorm, Thunderblaze, Icywind, Hawkfeather, Crowpaw, Eaglestrike, Sleetkit, and Cloudkit
Mother:
Graymist
Father:
Shrikestar
Siblings:
Birchtail, and a few others


Mentor:
Boltfang
Apprentices:
None






Eyes:
Green
Pelt:
Black and white
Size:
VERY small
Build:
Lithe


Appearance:

Fernheart is very small, just like her father. Heck, when she's fully grown she's the size of a half trained apprentice. She has a lithe body. Her paws are tiny with tiny, thorny claws inside. She has black and white fur. Her eyes are a pretty sea-green color. They seem to always be serious and intelligent. She has short legs and a long tail. With the way her body is, she can escape and dodge easily. Even so, if she is caught, it is nearly impossible for her to get away without help.

She has several scars along her pelt and her eyes look as if she's been through a lot.


Picture(s): Kit






Strengths:

• Small
• Motherly
• Experienced

Weaknesses:

• Rage Gene
• Small
• Impatient

Personality:

Fernheart is an experienced mother whom loves kits. She has had four litters in her life, none of which are still alive due to the Darkness. Even so, she is now a lonely she-cat with no family or friends anymore. She is filled with sadness and often times wonders why she is even trying to live. Part of her believes there's others out there like her. Another part believes that she is the only one left and she should just let herself die so she can be with her family in Starclan. Even so, she's pushing on, traveling the old territories.

On her good days, she's fairly happy and motivated to do things. She knows a bit about herbs and often helps others when they need it. Not that she gets anything in return, of course.

She does have the rage gene, which has been coming out a lot more since the darkness. She can't control it. It just takes over, causing her to go crazy for minutes before it goes away. It happens between one to three times a day, sometimes more. Sometimes it won't happen for a week. But it always comes back.




Likes

• Kits
• Helping Others
• Looking at the stars

Dislikes

• Darkness
• Being Alone
• Her Rage Gene

History:

Oh, where to start, where to start.

When the Dark Forest attacked Stormclan's camp, she tried to fight them off. Eventually, though, they overpowered her, and some of her clan mates. She watched as clan mates fell, dead to the cold ground. She even watched her mate being dragged into his den. She couldn't help him. There were too many. She tried to push through to get to him, but eventually her son forced her to run away. She did and as she did, her and her son were chased. A loud yowl behind her caused her to stop, though.

She turned just in time to see her son being piled onto by several dark forest cats. She wailed, but continued to run. Eventually, she made it away from the darkness. She was alone, in the large forest. The scent of blood was overwhelming and her wounds stung as if thousands of wasps were attacking. What was she to do now?

She continued to live her life, wondering alone. Some loners taught her about some herbs, but she knows just enough to get by. She travels, searching for cats who came from the clans. She's found no one so far. Every once and a while, she thinks she catches a familiar scent and she follows it. She eventually loses the trail, though, and her hope that was once there was gone again.

Now, she's seen the blood moon. She wondered if it was Starclan trying to get to her. She decided it was time to go to where the gatherings were once held, so that is where she is headed now.




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