Post by winnifred on Jun 29, 2010 1:57:57 GMT -5
Winnifred
The Basics:
Name: Winnifred
Nickname(s): Winny
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: She helps SunClan
Rank: Fox
Apprentice: N/A
Mentor: N/A
Looks:
Body Type: Slender
Pelt: Well groomed ginger pelt with black paws and ears, and white chest, stomack, and tip of tail.
Eye Color: Milky white. Winnifred is blind
Extras: Abnormaly big ears
Personality:
Likes:
- Flowers. Even if she can't see them, she can smell them.
- Warmth, like when sunning.
- Rivers. The sound of rushing water is like music to her.
Dislikes:
- Coldness. Leafbear freezes her whiskers and makes her shiver
- Whenever anyone talks about her like she's not there.
- Swimming. It's so difficult to keep ones head above the water when one can't see where one is going.
Fears:
- Silence. When you need to rely on hearing and smell, silence is to her like blindness is to those who see.
- Thunder. Big, loud bursts of noise frighten the young vixen.
Strengths:
- Because she can't see, Winnifred's hearing, smelling, and feeling is so much keener.
- Speed. Long legs are good for running and rough paws protect against pain from running over slightly sharp stones or dry grass.
Weaknesses:
- Blindness. Her lack of sight prevents her from seeing enemies when there is too much noise to hear them out.
- Rivers and mountains. Climbing and swimming is a hastle for her.
Family:
Mother: Died when she was Winnifred was born.
Father: Died after being shot by Twolegs.
Sisters: Winnifred has no sisters.
Brothers: Winnifred has no brothers
Mate: N/A
Pups: N/A
History:
Where you are from: Fox, from the forest. Loner.
History: Winnifred was born blind, and her mother died after giving birth to her. The vixen grew to learn how to hear and smell better, how to rely on senses other than the sight she didn't have. Growing up, Winnifred didn't have anyone to look up to exept for an abusive father. She practicly had to fend for herself if she wanted more than a mouse every other day.
One day, while exploring, Winnifred met another fox. His pups, who would have been Winnifred's age, had died, and his mate was very upset. The couple adopted Winnifred after they heard of how she lived. Slowly, but surely, Winnifred became less scrawny and grew into a fair-sized vixen. She was still a little small, and her ears were over-sized, but she was happy with how she looked, and did her best to keep her coat well-groomed.
