Fernpaw

Fernpaw | Male | Apprentice | 9 Moons

"Hey! What's up! I'm Fernpaw!"

Strange Things Will Happen

↳ Prefix meaning;; Fern | His soft pelt and gentle nature ↳ Suffix meaning;; Paw | His rank ↳ Previous names;; Fernkit ↳ Nicknames;; Fernie

Gender;; Cis Male ↳ Pronouns;; He/Him ↳Voice Claim;; Timmy Turner [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNbkgw2psdg ]

Age;; 9 Moons ↳ Birth season;; Spring

Clan;; ValleyClan ↳ Rank;; Apprentice ↳ Mentor;; tba... ↳ Apprentice;; ...

Livin' In A Fantasy

Skills;; ⚫ fighting: ⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪ ⚫ hunting: ⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪ ⚫ healing: ⚫⚪⚪⚪⚪ ⚫ stealth: ⚫⚫⚫⚪⚪ ⚫ speed: ⚫⚫⚫⚫⚪

Book description;; A brown tom-cat with pale patches scattering his pelt and green eyes. Overall summary;; Fernpaw is an overall burly tom. He's going through puberty so he's a little wonky looking, but as he grows his muscles will fill in and turn his awkward lankiness into brute strength. His long, brown fur gets a good roasting of a dark gray and dapples of cream here and there, most notably on his feet, lip and flanks, though spots can be scattered along his lanky form. ↳ Fur;; Long and thick ↳ Build;; Awkwardly lanky ↳ Scent;; Like Dirt (not poop, just dirt) ↳ Scars;; none

notable features;; Unkempt fur! Kinks and patches that stick up aren't rare

Lost in A Dream

✔| Kind | Friendly | Hardworking | Optimistic =| Jumpy | Humorous | Flustered | Casual ✖| Sensitive | Gullible | Childish | Indecisive Fernpaw can be summarized as just... a child in a growing body. His mind is in the same place he was right after birth, aching for his mother's warmth and being as naive as possible. It's honestly surprising he's past almost all his initial training moons, seeing as he can't really handle himself.

↳ likes;; Jokes, Eating, Training ↳ dislikes;; Fighting, Conflict, Sarcasm ↳ fears;; That he will eventually become bad

↳ habits;;  Bites his claws ↳ Extras Favorite;; Food | Anything Season | "Oh, I couldn't POSSIBLY pick" Smell | ....dirt.... Not poop dirt still, just dirt dirt. Sound | Birds Place | The Cove Cat | He can't pick

Hold My Hand

Rootfang | Mother | Open | Warrior Oakthorn | Father | Open | Messenger

offspring: none

sexual orientation: LOCKED ↳ status;; Single ↳ current attractions;; None ↳ past attractions;; None

turn ons | LOCKED turn offs | LOCKED

Oh, By The Way That You Are

You Make It Hard To Breathe

History;; Before birth: Fern was one of the lucky few who got to grow up completely in the clan. His parents were a warrior and a messenger by the names of Rootfang and Oakthorn that often patrolled together, and when Oakthorn was off on multi-day trips Rootfang would get worried sick... StarClan she'd have trouble sleeping when her friend was off. It didn't help the two were oblivious to how eachother felt, thinking they were just extra close friends when they really were in love. Everything was going okay and honestly, even the clan was surprised to hear that, while Oakthorn was off on an extra long trip, the plump she-cat had doubled over and given birth in camp to a single kit. She named the tom Fernkit, for how soft he was when she finally felt him against her belly.

Kithood:

➢ Named Fernkit

➢ Grows close to Rootfang and Oakthorn greatly

➢ His parents finally figure out their feelings and admit it. Fernkit helped put flowers in his mothers pelt for celebration

➢ He had a pretty great childhood ngl

Apprenticeship:

➢ Becomes Fernpaw!

➢ Rootfang moves into the warriors den but he forgets this, often wandering into the nursery to visit her and getting sad for not seeing her there.

➢ Learns the ways of a caretaker, finds it boring

➢ Learns the ways of a healer, doesn't like the smell

➢ Learns the ways of a warrior, takes pride in the fact he knows what his mom does, but doesn't like it...

➢ Currently working on the ways of a hunter, so far he likes it!

Warriorhood:

✔ Notes (can be slow) ✔ Discord ✘ Skype ✔ Comments (can be slow)

✔ Google Docs ✘ Email

Roleplay example;;

LIT ::

Mapleblaze couldn't help her gaze shift to him, finding herself leaning towards him to comfort the tom as he thought. Home. What even was it? GroveClan was the only home the dappled she-cat knew. But it felt so empty now that Bluetuft and Bramblingstripe.. And Irissong... All the cats she would consider friends prior to the war. She sighed, listening to him speak. "If not GroveClan, I'd have no home..." She murmured, blinking up at the tom. StarClan knows she misses some cats. But then there were cats like Nettlestar. Mapleblaze's tail wrapped around herself tightly, ears lowering. What in StarClan's name even was home anymore. Whats home without... Friends.. Or family. She couldnt help feel her heart sink, swelling with something she could only name as shame. Her eyes only narrowed as Aspencry spoke again. Where I belong anymore. She didnt know either, to be fair. Biting down viciously on her bottom lip, she raised her gaze to the sky; peering through the cracks in the leaves to watch the warriors of silverpelt look down at her.. Or maybe look down on Aspencry.. What would she have done to earn the gaze of StarClan upon her pelt? Despite how much she wanted to continue on that path, she pondered the younger tom's words. "StarClan knows I understand..." She murmured quietly, meeting his gaze. "But the future holds something in its paws for everyone... Cats break away, friendships are lost..." She paused, blinking back up at the sky. "Cats die." She choked, clearing her throat and turning to Aspencry once again as he spoke. Wasnt the will of StarClan.. Her ears twitched, piquing her interest.

"Its possible." She murmured, blinking at the tom, her mind traveling down this path. It'd make sense... "For the place of no stars to make something... Like her..." She murmured, pursing her lips in thought, letting her eyes drift closed. Nettlestar... She felt her jaw tighten, before her eyes opened at his following question. *How do we stop someone like that?" "I dont know..." She murmured honesty, shifting her weight from one paw to the other uncomfortably. "But if StarClan was on our side... They should have a solution..." she turned to him, flicking an ear. "Dont you think so?"

SCRIPT ::

Thunderkit: She found herself waddling from the nursery, kicking at the grass below her paws as she had her maw open, dragging her tongue across the two teeth that poked from her mouth at all times. How had she JUST noticed this? Well, does it matter? It was the only thing she could think about right now. How weird her teeth were. They were so cool. Though this funny train of thought stopped short as a somewhat familiar voice yelled something. She whipped around, her confused gaze coming to Peachpaw. She padded towards the calico, giving her shoulder a casual push. "Hey Peeeeeeeachpaw" She greeted, taking a moment to actually remember and say the apprentices name.