Post by raven on Aug 18, 2009 7:41:07 GMT -5
Name;; Lark Sparrow, Larkpaw
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 10 moons
Clan;; Meadow
Rank;; Med. Cat Apprentice
Beliefs;;
Larkpaw has always believed fighting is wrong- from the very start. He wants blood to stay inside the cats body, where it belongs. He also doesn't like killing even prey, but understands it must be done so hunts the bare minimum for himself. During a fight he'll try to get away- not cowardice, he just doesn't want to see death strike plague to all his beloved Clan mates.
As far as that there's a StarClan, Larkpaw is not sure. He knows that a lot of the Clan believe in them, but as he was raised a rouge he grew up with a different belief of things. But Larkpaw knows that there's something the Clan looks too- there's someone Icetail talks too. He intends to get to the bottom of it.
He believes that, even if he does something horrible, what happened just happened. He knows he can't change it and so looks toward fixing it for the future. Given his history, he knows that size, life-style and age don't make the cat- actions do. But he also believes badly on himself too- you could name a few apprentices that hate him for his parentage. He'll sit around lonely in his spare time- but just because you're alone doesn't mean your lonely. He thinks. That's what he does.
Parents;; Mother;; Unknown Rouge, Father;; Unknown Rouge
Siblings;; None
Other Kin;; Unknown
Mate;; None yet.
Crush;; None yet.
Kits;; None yet.
Apprentice/Mentor;; Open
Appearance;;
As his name is Larkpaw- he looks like a lark. Well, more like a lark sparrow. He has a white underbelly that he's always cleaning because it gets dirty. On his back he has sleek, dark brown fur that crosses slightly with his tail. He has zig zagging stripes that are either jet-black or elder tree brown. His tail, is a chocolate brown color (not that different from his stripes) and sometimes a bit of the lighter brown will stripe across but only faintly. On his face, it's brown (his white underbelly extends to his neck) and brown lines streak his face. Some call him beautiful and other's call him ugly.
Personality;;
Larkpaw is alone, always alone. Even when he's with a group of cats or piercing his gaze at the other cats he's forlorn, lost. But he does not appear upset whenever he truly is alone (if you can catch him at it). He seems rather pleased. He loves to be alone and if he abruptly leaves don't be offended. He was a rouge once too, joining on his 9th moon of life. Well, more like thrown in. Even as he was still a rouge he was fascinated by the healing life. Having suffered injuries he sat in the medicine cat den and asked questions. You couldn't have a mate, but he doesn't love anyone. You can't fight- added bonus.
He hates fighting. He loathes it. He feels all words can be solves by words and not fighting. Larkpaw, even as his own parents give him distrust and fury feels like everyone deserves a good life. He can be kind and compassionate- really, he can be but most of the time he is sour and bitter and alone. Just be reminded that he doesn't mind that. It wouldn't kill him to travel with one cat but that's not likely.
History;;
His life starts as any other rouge- he was born of his mother but he never had a father. Her name was stream and she named her only kit Lark Sparrow, after what he looked like. Lark Sparrow was always lonely, even when his mother was teaching him to hunt or showing him around. Then, on his 9nth week of life his mother was attacked by a fox. Lark Sparrow fled into the night and he never saw her again. It was a stealthy attack, in the dead of night and they were not expecting it. Lark Sparrow had no where to go and only decent hunting skills at best. He was doomed.
He met another rouge named River, who was his mother's sister. It happened very suddenly. In later years, Lark Sparrow could only remember that it was two nights after he had lost his mother. The only thing he had caughtwas a skinny mouse and he was starving. Lark Sparrow looked for a place to rst and accedentally landed in River's den. River looked so much like Stream that he stared. And he told her all about what happened to him. River lived with him until his 8th moon. Then she left.
River had told him she loved Lark Sparrow. She had wanted him to come along, but he was just too old. The over-population of rouges and loners was too big. She had told him this at the very border of MeadowClan. Then, scenting a patrol she pushed him in and he was taken in. Lark Sparrow never saw his kin again. Then he became even more along. He always thought that they're leaving -both in death and in reason- was his fault. He hated himself. He wanted to die.
Lark Sparrow had suffered some injuries along the way to their camp, not knowing the terrain and he had several scars from past events. He had them cheked out by their medicine cat. And he became interested. He;s been living in the camp for half a moon and waits for wheather he will be Icetail's apprentice or a warrior apprentice.
Role-Play Sample;;
Larkpaw woke up quite early. He loved getting up this time of day. Dawn was seeping through the apprentices den. He looked around warily. All the other apprentices were asleep. Wonderful.
They had teased him because of his birth- some of them at least. And he couldn't stand the rest. He loved being alone and he hated those snobby apprentices. Even the ones that never jeered at him because they had never defended him either. Well, one day he'd show how important he was. Perhaps that day was today.
Larkpaw came out of the den. Not a lot of cats were around. Icetail was though- busy in the medicine den as usual. Larkpaw gulped. He had made an ambition to be a medicine cat apprentice- no fighting or battleing. He would heal his Clanmates from battle. Which he hated above all things, even if Stream was his mother.
His stomach growled and he looked warily a the freshly stocked kill pile. He took the smallest mouse he could find and ate it slowly, giving thanks to those above. Larkpaw hated eating more than he should. When he was done, he glanced around. No one, save for Icetail and a few others were there. He took in a sharp take of breath. He started for the medicine den, repeating what he wanted to say in his head, "Icetail, I would like to be your apprentice..."
Skills;;
He's got a pretty good memory for herbs. He is always fast, a good thing when being a medicine cat when someone needs something fast.
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 10 moons
Clan;; Meadow
Rank;; Med. Cat Apprentice
Beliefs;;
Larkpaw has always believed fighting is wrong- from the very start. He wants blood to stay inside the cats body, where it belongs. He also doesn't like killing even prey, but understands it must be done so hunts the bare minimum for himself. During a fight he'll try to get away- not cowardice, he just doesn't want to see death strike plague to all his beloved Clan mates.
As far as that there's a StarClan, Larkpaw is not sure. He knows that a lot of the Clan believe in them, but as he was raised a rouge he grew up with a different belief of things. But Larkpaw knows that there's something the Clan looks too- there's someone Icetail talks too. He intends to get to the bottom of it.
He believes that, even if he does something horrible, what happened just happened. He knows he can't change it and so looks toward fixing it for the future. Given his history, he knows that size, life-style and age don't make the cat- actions do. But he also believes badly on himself too- you could name a few apprentices that hate him for his parentage. He'll sit around lonely in his spare time- but just because you're alone doesn't mean your lonely. He thinks. That's what he does.
Parents;; Mother;; Unknown Rouge, Father;; Unknown Rouge
Siblings;; None
Other Kin;; Unknown
Mate;; None yet.
Crush;; None yet.
Kits;; None yet.
Apprentice/Mentor;; Open
Appearance;;
As his name is Larkpaw- he looks like a lark. Well, more like a lark sparrow. He has a white underbelly that he's always cleaning because it gets dirty. On his back he has sleek, dark brown fur that crosses slightly with his tail. He has zig zagging stripes that are either jet-black or elder tree brown. His tail, is a chocolate brown color (not that different from his stripes) and sometimes a bit of the lighter brown will stripe across but only faintly. On his face, it's brown (his white underbelly extends to his neck) and brown lines streak his face. Some call him beautiful and other's call him ugly.
Personality;;
Larkpaw is alone, always alone. Even when he's with a group of cats or piercing his gaze at the other cats he's forlorn, lost. But he does not appear upset whenever he truly is alone (if you can catch him at it). He seems rather pleased. He loves to be alone and if he abruptly leaves don't be offended. He was a rouge once too, joining on his 9th moon of life. Well, more like thrown in. Even as he was still a rouge he was fascinated by the healing life. Having suffered injuries he sat in the medicine cat den and asked questions. You couldn't have a mate, but he doesn't love anyone. You can't fight- added bonus.
He hates fighting. He loathes it. He feels all words can be solves by words and not fighting. Larkpaw, even as his own parents give him distrust and fury feels like everyone deserves a good life. He can be kind and compassionate- really, he can be but most of the time he is sour and bitter and alone. Just be reminded that he doesn't mind that. It wouldn't kill him to travel with one cat but that's not likely.
History;;
His life starts as any other rouge- he was born of his mother but he never had a father. Her name was stream and she named her only kit Lark Sparrow, after what he looked like. Lark Sparrow was always lonely, even when his mother was teaching him to hunt or showing him around. Then, on his 9nth week of life his mother was attacked by a fox. Lark Sparrow fled into the night and he never saw her again. It was a stealthy attack, in the dead of night and they were not expecting it. Lark Sparrow had no where to go and only decent hunting skills at best. He was doomed.
He met another rouge named River, who was his mother's sister. It happened very suddenly. In later years, Lark Sparrow could only remember that it was two nights after he had lost his mother. The only thing he had caughtwas a skinny mouse and he was starving. Lark Sparrow looked for a place to rst and accedentally landed in River's den. River looked so much like Stream that he stared. And he told her all about what happened to him. River lived with him until his 8th moon. Then she left.
River had told him she loved Lark Sparrow. She had wanted him to come along, but he was just too old. The over-population of rouges and loners was too big. She had told him this at the very border of MeadowClan. Then, scenting a patrol she pushed him in and he was taken in. Lark Sparrow never saw his kin again. Then he became even more along. He always thought that they're leaving -both in death and in reason- was his fault. He hated himself. He wanted to die.
Lark Sparrow had suffered some injuries along the way to their camp, not knowing the terrain and he had several scars from past events. He had them cheked out by their medicine cat. And he became interested. He;s been living in the camp for half a moon and waits for wheather he will be Icetail's apprentice or a warrior apprentice.
Role-Play Sample;;
Larkpaw woke up quite early. He loved getting up this time of day. Dawn was seeping through the apprentices den. He looked around warily. All the other apprentices were asleep. Wonderful.
They had teased him because of his birth- some of them at least. And he couldn't stand the rest. He loved being alone and he hated those snobby apprentices. Even the ones that never jeered at him because they had never defended him either. Well, one day he'd show how important he was. Perhaps that day was today.
Larkpaw came out of the den. Not a lot of cats were around. Icetail was though- busy in the medicine den as usual. Larkpaw gulped. He had made an ambition to be a medicine cat apprentice- no fighting or battleing. He would heal his Clanmates from battle. Which he hated above all things, even if Stream was his mother.
His stomach growled and he looked warily a the freshly stocked kill pile. He took the smallest mouse he could find and ate it slowly, giving thanks to those above. Larkpaw hated eating more than he should. When he was done, he glanced around. No one, save for Icetail and a few others were there. He took in a sharp take of breath. He started for the medicine den, repeating what he wanted to say in his head, "Icetail, I would like to be your apprentice..."
Skills;;
He's got a pretty good memory for herbs. He is always fast, a good thing when being a medicine cat when someone needs something fast.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp