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|| Information ||



[Name] : Faith

[Gender] : Lady

[Age] : 10 Months [1st/08]
             6 Months [22/04]

[Rank] : Student - Combatant

[Orientation] : Straight

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[Birth Court] : Autumn

[Current Court] : Autumn

[Title] : Spiritual - Hat of an Acorn

|| Illusion || The user can create one or two copies of itself with the use of shadows. The copies cannot speak or use any powers and fade rather easily.

|| Camouflage || The user can fade into the shadows. If anyone looks closely, though, they are likely to spot the user.

|| Constriction || The user summons shadows and is able to wrap them around their opponent. These bindings are breakable, however.

//3 points



|| Personality ||



|| Playful ||  It can't be helped when hunting and running around is a bore to her, when her head is filled with words and the writings of a scholar! The bits of history she remembers her father telling her about still suck in her head. She likes playing around, making jokes or weird sounds when she's bored of her tasks, its only thanks to her Familiar that she gets anything done in time! She's still a kit and really enjoys bothering others for a bit pf playtime or joining her on a 'pretend' raid to a certain area...

|| Rebellious ||  She had been called this on a number of occasions by her mother, and it didn't take long before she's found always rebelling against her mother's orders forced upon her. But its not like she never listens, she rebels for a little while before grunting and returning to her tasks laid out for her.

|| Obedient ||  Which ultimately makes her an obedient child. Since even when she has her own dreams, her mother decides what her future should be and while she complaints about it, she still follows along after rebelling a little. But that's just the side of her that relates to her mother. She could be in the middle of eating and when someone asks her to fetch them something, she gets up and does so without thinking... only after doing it does she realizes it and well... its not very pretty.

|| Impulsive ||  There are many a times she acts without thinking, she's still young so its in her nature to be impulsive at times. For example, there could be cries of help in the bushes and she would run to their rescue without a second thought! And end up needing help herself...

|| Imaginative ||  She's a scholar at heart, a smart potato [whatever that is] She doesn't like fighting or hunting so she finds way to make it interesting for her. Be it traps or a new move or something of that sort. She's also found day dreaming of a future she wishes to have... or prey she would like to eat~~ "Sorry Sorin! I wasn't thinking about chicken!!"

|| Sneaky ||  Because of what of her mother wants from her, she's often sneaking over to her Father's side to learn a thing or two about the history or artifacts he finds, and even after he was gone, she continues to sneak into dens to look for any writings she should read, not that she read all that well... yet. She also likes creeping up on others and scaring them or freaking them out!

|| Extras ||

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|| Backstory ||


| Prologue |

"Let's see... you wanna know my story? It’s kind of boring since I'm just a kit... but okay, I'll tell you if you really wanna listen to it--OW! Damn it Sorin! Let me tell it!" Faith flicked her tail at her companion the Elf Owl. "Ugh, anyways... I was born in a litter of a measly two kits, me and my big brother Lilli... yeah I know what you're thinking~" she snickered, "But that was his name, he was the runt of the litter despite being born first, and I was the strong one, the one with the looooooooooooong legs and good hearing and whatever my Combatant mother forced me to be, while my brother was weak, both in health and in mind. He wasn't any good at being scholar even when my mother shunned him away to my Scholar papa... to learn the history so he would be useful. I knew he wouldn’t be… it wasn’t long after he was snatched up by a griffon when my parents weren’t looking when he joined some kits on an adventure of some sort.” She snorted, clearly unaffected by the loss of her big brother. It happened only when she was 3-4 moons old after all, and they were separated once they were old enough to eat solid foods. “That’s right… I guess you didn’t know, but while my mother was pregnant with us, she and Papa ended up having a big argument on what the kits would do once they were born, it’s funny now that I think about it… My Papa was a Scholar and my mother was a Combatant…they never talk about the past but I heard they used to be such lovebirds” she gagged at the thought. “But now they don’t even glance at each other when they pass by the prey stock. In the end, my mother got me because I was strong and my long legs meant I could run fast and be a better fighter. My papa got my brother because he couldn’t do anything else, being born a weakling… but I never liked fighting or training, I much prefer reading and learning the history!” she quickly looked around to make sure the coast was clear. “But don’t tell anyone that~ Its been decided that I would be a combatant and I’ve made my peace about it too..”


| Decision |


“It still irks me, but both Mother and Papa died about a moon ago, I was 5 moons then, just a moon away from beginning my training… I did want to appeal to my mother about me being a scholar instead, to plead and compromise…” she sighed as Sorin, her familiar flew to her and nestled under her chin. “Heh thanks bud~” she smiled, “Anyways, it was during a hunt for both for them, my mother catching prey and my Papa looking for artifacts for new trainees, and I guess I should mention my Papa still had feelings for Mother, even when he tried really hard to not show it, but he told me and even said he and her could never be together again. Now, about that hunt..” she took a deep breath, “I wasn’t there, but another combatant had told me about it, my mother was caught alone with a griffon and backed against a cliff… Papa was always nearby, always watching over her and well… Papa ran to help but in the end they were both push off the cliff and fell to their deaths, and later snatched up by the griffons once they were dead…” she shook her head…

“I can still hear my Mother’s voice, telling me I would be a great combatant once day… and my Papa telling me I would have been an excellent scholar as well…”she sighed deeply once more, “I never really got along with my Mother so I decided then and there what my future would be… I hope I can make her proud when she watches me from the stars…”

“Yet you still complain and have a hard time concentrating enough to catch a mouse” Sorin snickered, his feathers ruffled as he did so. Faith then smothered him!! “FFFF C-Can’t.. b-breath!”

“Heh! That’s that you get~ Anyways! That is my Story, I will be the best Combatant I can be!! … and maybe sneak into the Scholar studies and learn more about our history and artifacts hehe~ Shush! Don’t tell the higher-ups kay? Bye~ I’m hungry! Come on Sorin!


| Training Days |


"Hey! Don't forget to tell them how you met yours truly!" Says the small Elf Owl, "That's right, my name is Sorin! I'm one of the smallest species of Owls, Elf Owl to be precise. It wasn't all that long ago I met the kit" [Faith: Don't call me a kit!] "Right, the young 'combatant' in training" he hooted under his breath. Then hooted a chuckle. "We're still rough around the edges but we get along well enough~ It was during her first outing when she had to find a familiar that she was too lazy to go in the morning and ended up going at night, I spotted her from my nest high in the tree trunks, her white pelt stuck out like a sore thump, I always knew about Felmarks, and from up there, I could tell she was one of the new apprentices, I remember my parents mentioning birds who become their familiar are bounded together for eternity... I always thought it was stupid, and I wanted to bully Faith then~ So I flew down there but before I reached her, our eyes met and well... something happened here" he pointed to his gizzard, "And I knew she was the bond I had searched for... even though I wasn't searching for it... its hard to explain that feeling we get when the unbreakable bond forms" he smiled fondly, "She felt the same and we have been together ever since, though we don't get along sometimes and... argue a lot... and she's really stupid, she can't even stay in a hunting crouch long enough to catch prey! Her mind is always drifting.." he sighed, only to have paws clam down on his small body! "FFF" And so they argue once again... But hey~ They are bound together and even with all that, they get along really well, it works~

[Will be updated as her story proceeds in the Group]


|| Familiar ||




[Name] : Sorin - SOAR-REN

[Age] : 7 Months

[Gender] : Boy

[Specie] : Elf Owl - As big as your hand

[Personality] : 

|| Sleepyhead ||  Being an Owl, he still finds it hard that his sleeping patterns have to change from mornings to night, he's often found snoozing around the day, cuddled up on some part of Faith... usually her rump or antlers...

|| Charming ||  He's a very charming little fellow, despite unable to mate or create strong bonds with other birds, he has a way with words sometimes, but this charm is usually directed to higher-ups and nobles, and other birds [mostly female] But to his own Cat, he can be a little...

|| Bossy ||  "Bossy feather head!!" Faith is always fooling around and its up to him to keep her in line! That's why they make a great duo! She messes up, and he fixes it! Sure they fight and argue and she sometimes sits on him, but they both care for each other a lot!


|| Relationship ||



Bullet; Orange = Mentor
Bullet; Purple = Family

Bullet; Black = Uncertainty | Bullet; BlackBullet; Black = Discomfort 
Bullet; Blue = Acquaintance | Bullet; BlueBullet; Blue = Friend 
Bullet; Green = Good friend | Bullet; GreenBullet; Green = Best friend 
Bullet; Yellow = Attraction | Bullet; YellowBullet; Yellow = Crush 
Bullet; Pink = Love | Bullet; PinkBullet; Pink = Mate 
Bullet; Red = Dislike | Bullet; RedBullet; Red = Despise 
Bullet; White = FEAR

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|| RP Example ||


[RP From The Dawn Eclipse, I don't usually write this much though xD But this is to the best of my ability!]

'Brrr~'
Sage mewed as she shook out her soft pelt. She had been huddling up with the rest of her Cause mates, more closely to the one cat she knew a little more about then to her fellow students which she had yet gotten a chance to share tongues with. Yes, the nights these days had gotten very chilly, and even during the noon when the sun was hidden behind dark clouds. Though this young one didn't mind the cold all too much, if she needed warmth, she would happily curl around the nearest cat~ Or even bury herself in a stack of hay, even if she couldn't breath under the dense grass.

It had been a little while since this creamy kit joined The Cause, since staying here, she learned so little about these cats, and the Leader. Not that she minded, she was more interested in plants than anything else. Since the Healer was never around, she took it upon herself to sneak in and out of Banshee's storage den~ She never wasted any of the herbs of course, but she liked sniffing them and trying to figure out which one healed what. She knew a bit herself already from when she was younger and did her little experiments. But there was more to learn... and the only at to teach her wasn't around to do so.

Sage yawned as she stretched out, her fore-claws scrapping the wooden floor as she did, the fur along her spine rippling, showing their softness and well-groomed shine. Everyone was still napping around the Barn, save for a few who probably went hunting to warm up their stiff bones. She looked around the barn and soon noticed the new comer, a student like herself! She noticed him the moment the Leader and Henchmen brought him in~ He was such a striking cat, looking a little like a chipmunk she saw running around in forest. But he did have a rather... scary look to him. So uninviting and unfriendly. Every time she wanted to get close, he always seemed to be... 'busy' And the last few days, he also seemed off. So she kept her distance for a while even when she would usually go right on over.

But now she noticed the tiny kit was shivering and heck! He really looked sick this time! She noticed he wasn't quite up to speed the last few days, but she noticed Banshee said a few words to him before. Yes, she liked to stalk the Healer cat~ Sage thought if he was sick, he was being care for.. but it didn't look like the case when---

'He let out another brutal sneeze, the sneeze strong enough to thrust him backwards, making him trip over his own paws before he found himself laying on his back.'

She winced when young tom seemed to have sneezed his fur off. Even if she wasn't a Healer yet, let alone a Healer Student, she could easily make out this cat... had a Cold!! Worried, Sage quickly padded over to Rossifur, standing beside him as he leaned slightly down to sniff at him, she could tell he was more than just a little sick... "Hey there, are you okay?" she asked with a small worried smile, wondering what to even call this little student. She didn't know his name yet..



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xWildblaze's avatar
these two make an unlikely yet comical pair i love them