Post by sunni on Mar 3, 2009 18:45:23 GMT -5
Name | Lark-kit
Gender |She-kit
Age |Three moons
Rank |Kit
Clan |Meadow
Beliefs|Although she does believe in StarClan, Larktail thinks they're only so powerful. As in, she thinks someone stronger is watching her and guiding her. Also, Larktail believes that Clan cats have to make their own choices. They can't rely on StarClan for every whim and whine. On a scale of one to ten (ten being she'd die for them, Larktail would believe in them so much) she's about a six. This she-cat doesn't thank StarClan when she hunts but she will swear by StarClan, etc.
Parents |Father: Owlclaw (NP) - Mother: unknown
Siblings |Only kit.
Other Kin | None.
Mate |None, but open.
Crush |None, but open.
Kits |None. -points to last two-
Apprentice/Mentor | None.
Appearance |Larktail's pelt is not above average, nor it is below average; her pelt is tortie. She sees the world through an intelligent green tint - in other words, Larktail has green eyes. They sparkle often and possess the intelligence of one much wiser. This she-cat's legs are long, perhaps too long for her small body. Her tail is a bit shorter than the usual warrior's, which helps her equilibrium (equilibrium was already not her area of expertise.) Her facial features are all small, with the exception of her emerald eyes: they might be a deer's in a car's headlight, for their size. For those who had known Larktail's mother, many of those cats had said she looked exactly like her daughter.
Personality | Larktail's personality is, perhaps, an interesting one: her eyes glow bright while fighting, which is why the she-cat loves fighting. Therefore, she is very quick to fight. However, don't be prejudiced; Larktail has a fair sense of justice and will defend her cause with all her heart and soul. Besides liking to fight and having a sense of justice, she is observant and most things don't go by her unnoticed. The she-cat can also be very stubborn. She will go to the extent of disobeying a direct order from higher authority is she thinks her cause to be right. Lastly, Larktail isn't very controlled most of the time - if she sees a cat in need, it's hard to discourage her.
Skills |As mentioned in the last paragraph, Larktail is an excellent fighter along with being a decent tracker. Her nose is small but potent and can track most objects and cats. Another skill of this she-cat's is her ability to run; her paws often seem to fly instead of sprint while she hunts, fights, or just delivers a message. That leads to another skill: her memory. Larktail can remember just about anything. Lastly, this tortie she-cat is easily happy - you might not classify this as a skill, but it's really helpful when she wants to avoid a certain thought or distract someone.
History | Larktail's history is not a thrilling tale of adventure and death; rather, Larktail has grown up in the Clan. The one major event in her lifetime, though, is the loss of her father.
She was about five moons old when the Twolegs had attacked her father while he was out hunting. They had taken him away - Larktail would never forget...
Owlclaw had gone out to hunt, alone. He had been out for about half an hour before Larktail heard his screech. Before she could even try to help him, though, Twolegs had him bound and in a large monster. His cage was stacked alongside many others. Many, many others... One of them including her mother. Owlclaw realized that he was only just below his mate's cage and startled to be calm immediately, looking more peaceful then he eve had been in MeadowClan. But then the tom cast a sparing glance at his daughter, and pain once again reigned in his eyes.
Both Owlclaw and Larktail had let out a blood-curdling screech of agony; it was like a wolf's howl, but for cats. For hours Larktail laid in the middle of the woods and grieved before coming back to her Clan. After telling them the painful story, Larktail had done her best to ignore them and sleep. To this day, her pain has not worn off, and - I warn you against this - should you remind her of Owlclaw, the she-cat's eyes will become pools of grief as the claws that belong to Larktail push you out of wherever you are.
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I'm sorry I haven't had this up before, I share a computer with someone else on FoF and I couldn't post while they were logged on.
Gender |She-kit
Age |Three moons
Rank |Kit
Clan |Meadow
Beliefs|Although she does believe in StarClan, Larktail thinks they're only so powerful. As in, she thinks someone stronger is watching her and guiding her. Also, Larktail believes that Clan cats have to make their own choices. They can't rely on StarClan for every whim and whine. On a scale of one to ten (ten being she'd die for them, Larktail would believe in them so much) she's about a six. This she-cat doesn't thank StarClan when she hunts but she will swear by StarClan, etc.
Parents |Father: Owlclaw (NP) - Mother: unknown
Siblings |Only kit.
Other Kin | None.
Mate |None, but open.
Crush |None, but open.
Kits |None. -points to last two-
Apprentice/Mentor | None.
Appearance |Larktail's pelt is not above average, nor it is below average; her pelt is tortie. She sees the world through an intelligent green tint - in other words, Larktail has green eyes. They sparkle often and possess the intelligence of one much wiser. This she-cat's legs are long, perhaps too long for her small body. Her tail is a bit shorter than the usual warrior's, which helps her equilibrium (equilibrium was already not her area of expertise.) Her facial features are all small, with the exception of her emerald eyes: they might be a deer's in a car's headlight, for their size. For those who had known Larktail's mother, many of those cats had said she looked exactly like her daughter.
Personality | Larktail's personality is, perhaps, an interesting one: her eyes glow bright while fighting, which is why the she-cat loves fighting. Therefore, she is very quick to fight. However, don't be prejudiced; Larktail has a fair sense of justice and will defend her cause with all her heart and soul. Besides liking to fight and having a sense of justice, she is observant and most things don't go by her unnoticed. The she-cat can also be very stubborn. She will go to the extent of disobeying a direct order from higher authority is she thinks her cause to be right. Lastly, Larktail isn't very controlled most of the time - if she sees a cat in need, it's hard to discourage her.
Skills |As mentioned in the last paragraph, Larktail is an excellent fighter along with being a decent tracker. Her nose is small but potent and can track most objects and cats. Another skill of this she-cat's is her ability to run; her paws often seem to fly instead of sprint while she hunts, fights, or just delivers a message. That leads to another skill: her memory. Larktail can remember just about anything. Lastly, this tortie she-cat is easily happy - you might not classify this as a skill, but it's really helpful when she wants to avoid a certain thought or distract someone.
History | Larktail's history is not a thrilling tale of adventure and death; rather, Larktail has grown up in the Clan. The one major event in her lifetime, though, is the loss of her father.
She was about five moons old when the Twolegs had attacked her father while he was out hunting. They had taken him away - Larktail would never forget...
Owlclaw had gone out to hunt, alone. He had been out for about half an hour before Larktail heard his screech. Before she could even try to help him, though, Twolegs had him bound and in a large monster. His cage was stacked alongside many others. Many, many others... One of them including her mother. Owlclaw realized that he was only just below his mate's cage and startled to be calm immediately, looking more peaceful then he eve had been in MeadowClan. But then the tom cast a sparing glance at his daughter, and pain once again reigned in his eyes.
Both Owlclaw and Larktail had let out a blood-curdling screech of agony; it was like a wolf's howl, but for cats. For hours Larktail laid in the middle of the woods and grieved before coming back to her Clan. After telling them the painful story, Larktail had done her best to ignore them and sleep. To this day, her pain has not worn off, and - I warn you against this - should you remind her of Owlclaw, the she-cat's eyes will become pools of grief as the claws that belong to Larktail push you out of wherever you are.
ooc://
I'm sorry I haven't had this up before, I share a computer with someone else on FoF and I couldn't post while they were logged on.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp