``FAINA of the [swimmers]

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• NAME;
  Faina
  
  
• GENDER;
  She-cat
  
  
• SPECIES;
  Felis catus
  
  
• AGE;
  3 winters, 2 moons
  
  
• CLOSEST BREED;
  Somali
  
  
• PICTURE;
  (will edit later with proper colors)
  
  
• DESCRIPTION;
  True to the Sunset colony's trademark colors, Faina's tabby fur has a predominantly brown hue. Over the dusky chestnut lie dark red stripes, close to a maroon shade. The two colors complement each other well, and they allow her to sneak through autumn foliage and the tall reeds of the territory unseen. A small white patch colors her maw and some of her throat, and also surrounds her eyes. Three small, dark lines of red flow up from her eyes to her forehead, giving her the appearance of always having her brow furrowed in thought. Her fur is rather long, meaning she must spend a good portion of her time grooming, but its oily properties save her the task of having to dry herself after taking a swim. She is a rather large cat, with a long bushy tail and long legs, but she has a slim figure nonetheless. Her muscles are hidden beneath long fur, but they can certainly be felt in a fight.
  Her eyes are a beautiful dark gold with a chestnut ring around the pupil - quite entrancing, if you are caught in her stare. Her head looks small compared to the large ears that crown her, enhancing her hearing greatly. Though her sense of hearing is superb, the same cannot be said for her sense of sight - she has very poor vision, to the point where she relies almost exclusively on her ears to hunt, with some help from her other senses.
  A large scar marrs her appearance; it stretches around the bottom of her throat, like a collar she can't get rid of. Though she received the wound long ago, the scar remains and probably will remain for the rest of her life. It can be painful if she stretches her neck, but it doesn't bother her otherwise.
  
  
• STATUS;
  Sunset colony female
  
  
• RANK;
  Subordinate of the Swimmers
  
  
• PERSONALITY;
  Your first impression of Faina would most likely be that of a large kit. Always excited, always wanting to play a game, always trying to befriend everyone - it seems as though she still belongs in the nursery. Her good nature makes her easy to get along with, if you can get past how annoying she can be. She is nice to everyone she meets, no matter how they look, where they are from, or what they think of her. However, that is only upon first meeting; if that first meeting doesn't go well, she won't be the same happy-go-lucky cat next time. Next time, she will be quite wary and subdued. She rarely forgets the faces of those who wrong her.
  Though she doesn't show it, Faina is actually quite intelligent. She strategizes well, which helps her win the many games she likes to play and helps her hunt prey she otherwise would have trouble catching without good sight. Few know this about her since she doesn't flaunt her knowledge in any way - almost as though she were keeping it secret. That is not the case, however; rather, she just doesn't like making others feel inferior. Because of this trait, she also doesn't mind losing or failing at anything. She considers it more to be a win for someone else, or a learning experience.
  She is also naturally insensitive, despite her intelligence. Faina would love to help others and to sympathize with those in need, but she just can't find the right emotion. When she sees someone upset, she finds it difficult to help them through their troubles - instead of talking them through their suffering, she just suggests another game to play. None of it is on purpose, but she is just not sensitive to others' emotions.
  Faina has always been a cheery, bubbly cat, but over the years she has grown more depressed and solemn, perhaps due to age or just past experiences weighing down on her. When by herself, Faina is subdued and reflective. And yet, she never acts as such when she is with company. With others, she exudes a childlike disposition - alone, she lets her thoughts and emotions wash over her.
  Like most Swimmers, Faina loves to swim. The feeling of water flowing over her long pelt is comforting and pleasant; she often wakes up early to go swimming in the lake and watch the sunrise. Also like most Swimmers, Faina hates night. She is actually quite fearful of the dark - it makes her nervous and jumpy - and so she rarely stays up past dusk.
  Her feelings toward the Cult are somewhat indifferent. She neither fears them nor loathes them, but she does think that their way of life is wrong. She believes there is a reason that the Clans of old didn't survive, so why should they imitate them? There is nothing wrong with how the colonies live, and such an existence has worked so far. She thinks the Cult should just leave things as they are and not try to fix something that isn't broken.
  
  
• HISTORY;
  Faina was born in the Sunset colony. She has no recollection of her mother and hasn't a clue as to who her father might be, though she does remember her two brothers Lorin and Tempest. She loved playing with them as kits and had sadly watched as they were forced to leave at eight moons old.
  Her early life in the colony was mostly uneventful. Once she became old enough to have her own kits, however, was when her life changed. One day while she was wandering alone in the territories, a male snuck up on her; when she fought against his grasp, he left her the scar on her throat as a parting gift. And so, a few moons later, Faina gave birth to her first litter. Perhaps her youth was the culprit, but either way, she struggled through the birth only to be left with two stillborn kits and having the third die only a few hours later.
  After that disappointment, Faina waited a few seasons before considering having another litter. She wandered the male territories in search of a suitable mate, and she settled on a kind tom named Azrael. She didn't really love him, but he seemed nice enough. They mated, and she gave birth to a little she-cat she called Soul. She had been born sickly, though, and after about a moon she died. Distraught by her daughter's death, Faina searched for Azrael to tell him the news, only to find that another male had killed him and taken his territory.
  All these events contributed to her growing inner sorrow, stealing away her innocence part by part. She tries to look past her sad history and look to the future - she hopes to someday raise a successful litter and have her kits grow into fine young cats she can be proud of.
  
  
• RELATIONSHIPS;
  Father || Ruslan (alive)
  Mother || Nightshade (dead)
  Siblings || Tempest & Lorin (alive)
  Mate || Azrael (dead)
  Kits || Soul (dead)
  
  
• OTHER TIDBITS;
  Hope I did this right. It's been a year since I last roleplayed cats, I think, and I'm excited to get back into it. (:
  
  
• CODE SYMBOL;
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Accepted!!

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Yay! ^^ Can't wait to start roleplaying her. Thanks, Leafy.