Fernpool

[Fernpool]

Name: Fernpool
Age: 19
Gender: She-cat
Clan: CascadeClan
Personality:

Fernpool is a very gentle she-cat that takes pride only in the accomplishments of her clan. She is always there to lend a helping paw to anyone in need and loves to play with the kits in the nursery. She is a very reliable member of the clan but her fondness of kits has always been a weakness she struggles with. Fern had always wanted to be a mother though she knew it wasn’t her calling, even from a young age. With her kind and gentle nature, this she-cat evades trouble easily and hopes to be a worthy medicine cat whilst serving her clan.

Fernpool feels quite special to have been chosen by Star Clan from such an early age and is eternally grateful, providing any services required of her in honor of them. When it comes to delivering messages, she repeats them almost exactly as to not confuse the leader but will also try to soften things if the clan is already extraordinarily stressed. She also gives advice whenever possible to try and help relive any potential emotions any cat has stored up and is always ready to talk if that is the case. Fernpool always tries to find the best in any message no matter how horrible it may sound but tries not to twist things too much in fear of misleading her clan.

Shy
Fernpool can be a fairly shy she-cat and hates to brag about her accomplishments. Tending to find faults in herself and underestimating her own abilities at times, this tortoiseshell can be somewhat argumentative when it comes to praising herself. Obtrusive people are those, in her opinion, that insist upon forcing her accomplishments down her throat though often they become in-evasive.

Naïve
Fernpool can often be considered a naïve she-cat when it comes to matters outside the clan. She often can become easily lost and is far too trusting with others in general.

Bubbly
Once befriended, Fernpool is a very happy cat and quite easy to be around. She is one of those people you can tell anything to without the torment that she might disclose anything private to un-trusted ears. She is also quick to give praise to anyone she feels deserves it and will offer help at a moments glance. Aside from her initial shyness, Fernpool has a very bright personality with a bit of a stubborn streak that can be apparent once you get to know her. She is a very cheerful tortoiseshell though and will strive to do her best and only her best in any and every thing she does no matter how trivial. She prefers to stay neutral in disagreements between friends as well.

Open-Minded
Fernpool is a fairly open-minded cat before a decision is made. She is willing to listen to both sides of a story and then make up her mind, but after that she will stick to whatever she says.

Determination
Fernpool can be a very stubborn and determined cat as well. She is cautious when making important decisions in her life, decisions about things that are vital to her security and the welfare of those she loves, but doesn’t often spend a long time on them. She has amazing persistence and follows through on everything with excessive energy and rarely gives up on a task once she’s decided on it. Sometimes this ability to stick to her ideals turns to stubbornness and obstinacy.

Simplicity
Fernpool is a very simple, easy type of cat to please. She absolutely cannot stand pompous attitudes or flamboyant things meant to attract attention and often finds beauty in the unlikeliest of places.

Sensitivity & Patience
Fernpool is an exceptionally sensitive she-cat but at they same time exceedingly patient. She will go all out to save or help someone she cares about and it takes almost no time for them to earn her trust. Many irksome things that bother or seem to poke Fernpool in they side are let slide due to her patient demeanor but many things are likely to irk her. Almost never one to show in her truest form the level on which she’s been bothered in order to spare others the grief, one must not be careless whilst around Fernpool in thinking she is indifferent about the world.

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Short Description:

Beautiful little tabby, friendly to all.

Appearance:

Brown, white, black, gray and orange streaks cover the body of this gentle she-cat. She is thin and agile due to her preference of hunting when aggravated and has light paws. Short coat, small paws and a white-tipped tail compliment this tabby’s lean body molded perfectly for running.

Her eyes are light, jade green with tinges of brown towards the center that can see through the darkness very well and interpret dreams with ease. Fernpool’s ‘mossy’ disposition is sometimes compared to her coat as an excuse as to why she became a medicine cat rather than a warrior. For her said ‘mossy’ disposition is considered shady by other cats and they believed her kindness was like her coat. Constant and camouflaged but ever confusing.

History:

Fernkit had always been a relatively active little girl and was always considered to be one of the best warriors-to-be by the elders. So, as anyone could guess, it was a surprise when she began to hear and see Star Clan through dreams. Fernpool was always a good fighter but never really took to it the way the other cats did and always felt a little out of place. She resigned to speak with the medicine cat very often and soon was made her apprentice.

Before anyone could guess, Fernpool was receiving more messages from Star Clan than she had ever had before and then turned to telling the clan about it. Her predictions were very accurate, though not always, and after the passing away of the old medicine cat she was granted the position.

Family:

Both parent deceased from Cascade Clan but was born to Angelpelt and Blackfern early in their pairing. Both warriors were killed during an invasion attack from an enemy clan when Fernkit was still at a very young age. Sister of Lightstep [in both game and rl]

RP Example:

Anya awoke that morning with an irritable yawn. The whole night had been spent tossing and turning, back and forth in an uncomfortable sleep. She’d had a horrible dream but couldn’t remember what it was about. At first she thought it must have been about Aaric but then something told her it wasn’t. It might have been about those strange Contaro people that scared her so much though. It wasn’t often Anya saw any of them around but whenever she heard the name her skin prickled and she looked around unconsciously for Aaric. It was silly to be afraid of a whole family having only ever met two members, but if one of those members had nearly beaten up the one badass she knew, then Anya had a right to scared. The other was fairly much alright and she didn’t jump every time she heard that name. Anya would never tell Aaric but she actually thought the Doctor was kind of cute but far too old for her. Besides, he was married and all that jazz so she wasn’t about to be hung up on any of that. But still, Dr. Contaro was far from ugly.

Gazing at the ceiling of her bedroom, Anya sighed. She’d have to get up sooner or later. She knew she would. But she really just didn’t want to. Groaning in sleepy agitation, the blonde tossed her pillow on the floor and pulled back the tangled sheets. Her bedroom was very warm what with the heater she had on during the winter but February was sometimes on the warmer side for which she was grateful. February was a lovely month in Anya’s opinion. Firstly, it signaled winter was coming to an end, despite her love of Christmas the cold was only favorable sometimes, and secondly Valentine’s Day was in February. It was coming up soon actually. Valentine’s Day had always been a favorite holiday of Anya’s she remembered as she pulled on her fluffy crème bathrobe. This year she didn’t have many people to give presents but she was thinking of getting Aaric a cheesy card to make him laugh. Anya loved to see Aaric laugh far more then she liked it when he frowned or got himself hurt.

Moving through the bathroom to brush her teeth then through the apartment to her small kitchen, Anya began to make herself a cup of coffee. It was a bad habit she had gotten into actually. Tea had always been her preferred morning drink but recently, with the having to keep on her toes around Aaric, she’d taken to drinking coffee so she’d be awake when the first thing happened. It wasn’t bad stuff really she just wished it didn’t spike then drop so quickly. It gave her a headache after just one cup. Anya was getting used to it though just like she was getting used to Aaric and Shady Lane and not to mention Show Down.

Show Down, her other male extra in life, was Anya’s all. He was a jittery thing but had a tremendous energy she’d never seen topped. When described to her family, her mother had said she and the stallion were alike in many ways but Anya didn’t see it. As far as training went, Show Down had been a fairly good show jumper from the start and they’d done well together in recent, local competitions. Anya was still working with him though to try and peak those skills he had already mastered. Taking her coffee to the small table, Anya sat and took a sip burning her tongue. Sticking it out a few moments later, she laughed at herself. In truth, Anya didn’t know how long she was planning on hanging around Shady Lane. She loved all the people there and she’d even gotten a job as a riding instructor but she’d always been on the move competing here and there. She didn’t know what it would be like to really leave Aaric and the others and it was a thought she tried not to think about too often. Having already passed up a few good shows across the country to stay made Anya wonder. She knew she was getting too attached but she couldn’t help it.

Deciding to leave the coffee cup on the table to cool down, she went to change. Sorting through all her things Anya pulled on a pair of jodhpurs and found a warm, fuzzy white sweater for on top. Slipping that on, she found her boots and gloves and made a mental note that her helmet and crop should still be in the office if she needs them later on. Checking her mess of hair in the bathroom, Anya sighed and pulled it up into a ponytail not wanting to play around with it today. Then, a touch of eyeliner and lip gloss and she was set. Anya wasn’t big on makeup for everyday uses. Special occasions were…special.

Checking the clock atop her night table, the blonde jumped. She was going to be late for the first lesson she had that morning! Double-checking she had everything once more, the girl moved through back to her kitchen and set out a little dish of seeds on the porch like she did every morning. Anya had taken to feeding the birds and squirrels after having caught one of the latter trying to attack an neighboring birdfeeder. She had always wanted a little bird too, a cute little parakeet or finch but with the traveling Anya knew she couldn’t have any pets aside from her horse.

Going back through the apartment, she grabbed her keys and triple checked everything was in place before closing and locking the door. Making her way down the stairs and elevator to the parking lot, Anya spotted her car and climbed in. Beside her in the passengers seat was still that same pile of, now outdated, showing brochures pertaining to the shows she had skipped for staying at Shady Lane. On top of those sat a small pile of peppermint horse treats for Show Down - or Gunner as was his barn name. The stallion had really taken well to the peppermint and Anya was glad because it was her favorite sweet too. Preferably even more than chocolate because the latter was more fattening.

When she reached the barn, Anya hopped out with her gloves in her mouth, keys in one hand and sticking a cell phone into her pocket with the other. Taking her gloves with one now free hand, she grabbed a regular peppermint that had been sitting in her cup holder and shut the door. It was now, popping that peppermint in her mouth, that Anya remembered the cup of steaming coffee still waiting for her at home on the kitchen table. A small ‘oh’ escaped her as the blonde wrinkled her nose in remembrance. Oh well, she’d see to that later.

Walking now to the office and checking the staff list, she saw that her first lesson was due to start in an hour. That was plenty of time to check up on Gunner though she’d have to exercise him later. With a nod, the blonde tossed her gloves on the table that always seemed to have papers all over it and made her way to the stallion’s stall. The chestnut seemed sound asleep as Anya crept up not wanting to startle him. Poking her head inside the stall, she giggled at the sleeping thing. At the sound of her voice though, Gunner jerked his head up slightly and awoke to turn and look at her. Shaking his mane the stallion nickered softly and did a small jig before turning in his stall. He was always acting like he had ants under his fur and was the only creature on Earth who Anya knew would never benefit from coffee. Pawing a hoof softly, still fairly tired, the stallion nosed Anya’s back pocket and pushed her almost all the way to the side making the young woman laugh.

“Be nice,” she scolded gently whilst laughing. Manners were a thing she was still working on with him but it probably didn’t help that she laughed and still gave him the treat. Now, running her fingers through his mane and scratching his forehead gently, Anya gave Gunner a small kiss on the muzzle to which the horse snorted and shook his head making her giggle again. “I’ll get you out in the ring late’r.” she said. “For now I need to check up on a few things and find the oth’r big lump of man aro’nd here. Then I’ll be free to car’e f’you.” Gunner gave a bob of his head as if he understood but really didn’t have a clue of what was just said amusing Anya. With one last pat, she left the stall and made her way through the barn back outside.

Shady Lane was buzzing this morning as Anya emerged and made her way back to her car. Having remembered she needed to fill out another form for a local show she figured now was as good a time as any. Her lesson wasn’t due to start for another forty-five minutes after all. Grabbing the show listings and form, Anya turned around and closed the door again when suddenly a bark caught her attention. It came over from the round pen so, crossing her arms and flinching slightly against a large, unexpected gust of wind, Anya made her way over. As she reached the rail, a bundle of fur bounced up and down in excitement and she immediately recognized it. The other male on crack! Giggling, Anya crouched and hugged the wriggling puppy before straightening and gazing inside the ring. Just as she had expected, Aaric was working one of his horses in there. Cher possibly?

Tucking her arms into a crossed position again, Anya stepped onto the bottom rail and leaned on the top one to watch. Her eyes flickered with amusement as she saw Aaric was topless and the blonde had to hold back a laugh. “Forget your’ shirt at home?” she called with an evident smile spreading across her lips.