Fallenleaf's Bio {Open for Plotting}

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{If you do not like the prefix, I don't mind changing it because it is questionable}

Name: Fallenleaf
Age: 13 moons
Breed: American Bobtail
Clan: SnowClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Female

Eye Color: Amber
Pelt Color: Blackish orange tortoiseshell
Markings/Scars: Pencil-length scar in left shoulder
General Build: Smaller than average, but fast and agile.

Likes: Butterfly watching, Going on walks, Being in solitude, Birds in general
Dislikes: Big crowds, Her bobtail, Pressure, Extreme distrust of water
Strengths: Clever, Fast, Agile
Personality: Quite the loner, Fallenleaf likes to do things on her own, for she is independent. She is very short-tempered, but likes to help others and be kind to others as well. Not much of a team player, but she is a natural leader {no, I'm not saying I want her to take on leadership}. She is also very embarrassed about her bobtail.

Mother: Gingerpetal {Deceased}
Father: Wolf That Howls at Moonhigh {In a Tribe}
Siblings: Open if any of you wonderful people want to be one. No sarcasm involved btw.
History: Formerly from a Tribe, Fallenleaf used to go by Fallen Leaf From Bare Tree. Her mother, Gingerpetal, decided to go back to the Clans after a falling out with Wolf {Fallenleaf's Father} and she brought Fallenleaf with her and they were accepted back into SnowClan. After Fallenleaf became an apprentice, Gingerpetal became ill and passed on from green cough. Ever since that day Fallenleaf has never gotten too close to any cat for in fear of losing another cat that is dear to her.

OOC Name: Sam
Other Characters: None yet, but they might be on the way.
RP Example: Fallenleaf stumbled out of the warrior's den, blinking the blurriness out of her eyes. The snow-covered camp laid out before her, barren. "Did I miss patrols again?" Fallenleaf meowed out loud, letting out an annoyed huff. "Yep. The deputy was going to put you on border patrol, but since you weren't there, you were reserved for a hunting patrol. Alone." A scratchy unfamiliar voice came from behind her. The tortoiseshell whipped around in surprise, noticing the elderly tom staring down at her. "Oh, th-thank you very much." Fallenleaf stuttered quickly, not expecting the unknown tom to be there. Especially since she thought she learned all the names in this Clan. Was she that anti-social? "Better hurry. You might get in trouble, little warrior." Fallenleaf turned her tortoiseshell head away to hide her annoyance and nodded curtly. She then trotted through the camp entrance, in search for her hungry Clanmate's next meal.

{So that's my first bio on my first RP website. I write fan fictions sometimes so hopefully that helped. If there's anything unRP worthy I don't mind you telling me.}