Profile of Fern

With fur as dark as a moonless night sky, the girl stands out among her siblings. As she grows, specks of silver dance around her face and neck, eventually reaching her tail. Smaller than her siblings, Fern is often seen darting between their legs with her thin, lithe frame. Although gangly and awkward looking, she is fast on her paws with a tail like a whip. Her eyes shine bright green, like a meadow on a sunny, cloudless day. They sparkle with curiosity and awe at the world around her.

Always by her side is her green tree frog, Prince. He is as one would imagine a frog. Green, speckled and slightly slimy. He is often found riding between the pup's ears if not hopping alongside her paws.

Fern is a confident, sure-footed young girl. Loud and full of energy, she lives her life without regret and strives to make every moment memorable. As easy-going as she is, she finds it easy to talk to people, often going out of her way to talk to someone if they seem lonely. Daring and unconventional, Fern throws herself headlong into life with little to no thought of the consequences for herself and those around her.

She is charming, and easily gains the trust and admiration of those around her, with a smile and a twinkle of her eye. It seems the world is wrapped around her little finger, though she is wholly unaware of the kind of impact she can have on others. It takes a lot to convince this girl you are not worth her time, for she will fight for whatever goodness still exists inside you. Sometimes, this makes her seem naive but she is far from. She believes everyone has light inside them and is willing to risk everything to prove this. Fern is highly empathetic, seeming to be able to read the minds of those around her.

Whatever you do, don't try to hold this girl down. She has wild thoughts, and wild adventures to go along with them. The only constant in her life is family, and she will go to the ends of the earth to protect them.

Born to an unknown mother, Fern was left in a swamp to fend for herself at just a few months old. She does not remember anything of her mother, remembering only the frogs that lived alongside her, their chorus of croaking lulling her to sleep each night.

The tiny girl, fur black as night and eyes as green as the ferns that she slept in lived this way, day in and day out, barely enough energy to move from the spot where she lay until one day, the sun shining bright through the canopy came the sounds of play.

Splashes and giggles and the gentle reprimand of a mother. Small as she was, the girl knew she had to get their attention, instinct brought to her throat the mewls of a desperate babe and she cried out, hoping the sound would call the family over to find her, wrapped in fern leaves, made up of just skin and bone. She would cry until the faces of two adults loomed over her, the sun and the clouds would come to her and take her from her damp bed to nurture her alongside two siblings she would call her own.