★彡Dipperfog of HailClan ★彡

[beau]

[Dipperfog]
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"Sometimes we need the fog to remind ourselves that all of life is not black and white."
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Basic Information
~Name Meaning~
Dipper - her mother’s admiration for birds // Fog - her private nature and ability to hunt well in thick snow and fog.
~Past Names~
Dipperkit; Dipperpaw
~Future Names~
none
~Age~
32 moons
~Gender/Pronouns~
female; she/her
~Rank~
warrior
~Former Ranks~
kit; apprentice
~Birthplace~
hailclan nursery
~Birthdate~
leafbare
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Relations
TBD
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Personality
~Descriptive~
do you know the firetruck from cars? she is the firetruck from cars. passive aggressive n’ sensitive. flowers yes meanies no. is a very quiet, but stubborn cat who shows their stubbornness through subtle resistance. she won’t make a big deal out of things, but she won’t make your life easy if she’s made to do something she doesn’t want to.
~Simple~
a quiet, stubborn cat. a bit sensitive, but not a push over.
~Traits~
+ kind
= introverted
- stubborn
more tbd
INFJ
~Psychological Disorders~
none
~Likes~
collecting flowers
sparring
~Dislikes~
unfamiliarity/change [ she’s doing great, as i’m sure you can imagine (: ]
~Phobias~
agoraphobia
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Physical Appearance
~Body Build~
muscular
~Fur length~
long ‘n floofy
~Height~
tall
~Weight~
12 lbs.
~Markings~
single grey sock on her left hind paw
~Main fur color~
white
~Eye color~
copper
~Deformities/Disabilities~
almost completely blind; chronic migraines
~Allegiance Description~
large, fluffy white cat with copper eyes,
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dipperfog was born prematurely to rockstar single mom alderdawn in a litter of four. due to their early birth, their litter was very sickly and it was believed they would die. over the course of a week, slowly but surely dipperfog’s siblings succumbed to their illness, weakened by the cold of the leafbare they had been born into. though she fell equally ill, somehow, against the odds, little dipperkit pulled through and began to strengthen as the snow melted into greenleaf. her siblings were named gullkit, ploverkit, and loonkit.

at the ripe age of 7 moons, dipperfog was apprenticed to sorrelspring, a bubbly she-cat who was thrilled to receive her first apprentice. dipperfog was a bright young molly who quickly caught on to sparring, though she did eventually grow to enjoy hunting as well. her late apprenticeship - delayed due to her childhood illness - and her quiet nature made her a large target for bullying from the more mean-spirited apprentices of the clan. wanting to impress the other apprentices - and hopefully earn some relief from their relentless teasing - dipperfog accepted a dare which involved scaling one of the steeper edges of the valley. it was a dangerous stunt, and stupid games result in stupid prizes. dipperfog fell from the ridge, hitting the back of her head on a rock and landing her in the medicine den for weeks. once again, dipperfog was at death’s door, and once again she pulled through against the odds. the fall resulted in a large scar, chronic migraines, and nearly total blindness. her mentor, sorrelspring, was a go-getter, but not equipped to train a newly blind apprentice as a first time mentor. dipperfog was reassigned to nettlecrag, an older tom (near retirement age) who was blinded in a fight. though dipperfog was already a fairly adept fighter and hunter, nettlecrag was a lifesaver in teaching her flexibility, advocacy, and the value of patience - these are skills that dipperfog carries with her to this day.

despite her accident, dipperfog earned her warrior name right on track at twelve moons old, named for her private nature and ability to hunt well in heavy snow and fog. she takes up a hobby of collecting flowers to decorate her nest, and develops a habit of waking up early to join the dawn patrol - a crisp early morning is her favorite time of day. she works hard, determined to prove herself through her actions rather than giving into the peer-pressure around her. still, she doesn’t make very many friends despite these efforts. while her childhood bullies have matured, they still act chilly around her. despite this, she perseveres on, practicing what nettlecrag taught her. after she earned her warrior name, nettlecrag retires. he dies only a few moons into her warriorhood, and she spends the next two moons dropping off her collected flowers at his grave rather than her nest.

then, the flood starts; the clan moves. dipperfog’s mother is growing old, her strength faltering, but she is a tough cat. when they bump into the rogues, alderdawn fights tooth and nail, but is gravely injured and becomes one of the numerous casualties from the rogues. dipperfog has no time to grieve, as the clan pushed on. numbers dwindle as more tribulations fall upon the clan. yet as the population shrinks, dipperfog remains. a cat blinded by her own stupid decision as an apprentice. a cat nearly dead in her first week of life. she is one of fifteen left, her life spared against the odds. but why? she must have some reason for her fortune. perhaps she just needs to be the best warrior she can be, and continue to survive and support her clan. that is the best she can do for now, and so she will.