Post by Justice on Jan 13, 2017 14:15:49 GMT -5
[WARNING : Mentions of severe bodily harm, viewer discretion is advised]
Name: Lark, Larkpaw, Larkflower
Age: 60 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: GaleClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: link
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Description: Larkflower began her life as a shivering, skinny ball of brown and tawny fluff with white on her paws and chin. She was short limbed, clumsy, and generally awkward with dull brown eyes. That changed over time. The adult Larkflower is long limbed and graceful, body lined with lean muscle from moons hunting and amber eyes a bright reminder of the bloodline she belongs to. Her pelt is long and thick, silky to the touch, and keeps her warm during even the coldest of leafbare seasons. Her ears are always seen perky and alert on her head, often tilting with her emotions and to show she's listening.
During the quake Larkflower lost her back left leg due to injury, and once healed, what remains of the limb will be covered in scars and patchy fur. She also has small rips in her ear on that side and her gait is no longer fluid as she has to adapt to life on three legs.
Description Summary: A long-furred tabby she-cat with amber eyes.
Personality: Larkflower was a very reclusive kit, having been raised by her paranoid older brother Shadow. She spent the first few moons of her life without any kits her age to learn from, so she used her brother as an example. She was quiet and shy, and didn't know how to deal with other cats outside her sibling. She'd hide, she'd cower, she'd wedge her tiny body into tiny spaces where no one could get her.
Then came Brightpool and her induction into LightningClan. With love and support came a very different kit. She began to learn trust and the proper way to interact with other cats. She was friendly, speaking constantly and curious about the world and her place in it. Though she remained unsure of herself for sometime even as an apprentice, and would often go to the adults in her life for the support she needed.
As an adult Larkflower is a calm and tactical huntress. She learned that she worked best with a partner, and came to know confidence in herself and her ability as a huntress. She thrives on the challenges of hunting and adores the thought of her family line continuing. She loves kits, especially her own, and can often be seen doting on them.
But the quake changed everything. The confident, sweet tempered Larkflower was reduced to a shadow of herself. She flinches at any sound louder than normal speaking tones, and faces nightmares every night from her ordeal. She keeps her eyes cast down, her ears lain back, and her mouth shut. Quiet, reserved, and with a lack of desire to interact with many cats.
History: Lark was born as the only kit in the final litter of Moss and Splintertail, two loners. Days after her birth her parents both froze in the unrelenting leafbare cold, buried in the snow. This left her in the care of her adult brother Shadow, unweaned and with eyes still sealed shut. She doesn't remember these early days, but her brother would later tell her that he brought her to the territory of a loner queen with a litter her age. The loner-queen would nurse her and care for her until she weaned, but she made sure Lark knew that she belonged to another queen that would have loved her had she only survived.
Once she weaned Shadow moved them away from where their parents had died, towards a stream with thick trees where he could hide her while he hunted. But one leafbare day, this hiding place nearly meant her death. Snow piled into the tree nook, burying the tiny kit and leaving her freezing in the snow. She mewled and called and prayed for her brother to come back in time, but instead of her dark furred sibling, she was rescued by a clan cat named Brightpool.
From then on Lark was raised by the LightningClan she-cat, she learned trust and the loyalty of clan life, and her brother hung around for some time. Eventually, however, Shadow left her to the clan and the life she'd made there. He hasn't been seen in a long time, and she assumes he went back to the territory of their parents. Once she was accepted into the clan, and grew old enough, Lark would become Larkpaw.
Apprentice Larkpaw learned how to speak, how to stand up for herself, and to be confident. As well as the typical hunting and tracking required to become a warrior. She paid attention to the world around her, and started noticing more and more. She was fast but not strong, which led to her chattering acquaintance with a warrior-tom named Sunnyheart. She was Firestar's apprentice, a thing of pride for a young she-cat who had never thought she'd be part of such a large group. A family. Around this time, as she grew more into her paws, Wildcall, the son of Firestar, began to notice how much Larkpaw favored him and his family. It wasn't anything they could confirm, but as the she-cat grew it became more and more apparent.
No one really spoke of this, it just slowly became commonly accepted by the family. Daughter of Wildcall, grandkit of Firestar and Russetfall. A family of her own, even with her brother gone from her side.
Once she came of age and became a warrior Larkflower continued her friendship with Sunnyheart, and slowly friendship bloomed into something much more. They were always together, spoke of one another when apart, thought of each other all the time. Love blossomed, and eventually they were able to confess their feelings for one another. Eventually, after some time together, the pair were graced with three kits; Skykit, Brightkit, and Maplekit, each one named for a special cat in one of their parents' lives. Despite a rough kitting, Larkflower was happy to finally have a family she could call her own, that she didn't have to worry about losing to age so soon in her life.
Kits grew into Paws, Paws into warriors, and soon it was just Larkflower and Sunnyheart again. They had their grown family, but they would always have each other.
[TRIGGER WARNING BELOW}
Then the quakes came, and among all the chaos of the event Larkflower found herself first dropped into a shallow crevice, then hit with a falling tree. She tangled in the cobweb-like threads within the tree, and the quakes crew more severe. She tumbled further and further down, and the water rushed behind her. Eventually, she fell out of the tree and was buried under the falling rocks and stone. When she came to again it was to find that her left leg was trapped between two boulders. Crushed and almost entirely severed, with only tendrils of flesh and muscle holding it onto her body. She was no medicine cat, but all cats knew that cobwebs stopped bleeding. So she pulled all the webbing off her body that she was easily reachable and stuck it all over her bloody nub of a leg. The bleeding was barely stopped before the she-cat lost consciousnesses again from the pain.
When she awoke the second time the boulders had shifted and she was no longer pinned by their weight. This meant she could get out. But her leg was gone, left behind in the crush of stone. The she-cat would wrap the limb the rest of the way and crab walk her way through a narrow gap in the rubble. This would leave her with shallow cuts along her left side, as well as a small nick out of one ear. By the time she was able to get herself free, she was alone. Now, she has to find her way back to her clan, her family, before infection sets in, or a predator finds her.
RP Example:
Other: Larkflower is missing her left back leg from the knee down.
Family:
Mother : Moss – Deceased
Father : Splintertail – Adoptive, Deceased
Brightpool : Mother – adoptive
Wildcall : Father – actual
Firestar and Russetfall : Grandparents, deceased
Wildstripe : Paternal great-uncle, deceased
Shadow : Brother, unknown
Sunnyheart : Mate, Living
Skyshadow, Maplefoot, Brightblaze : Offspring, Living
[HALF-CLAN : 150 Prey, PURCHASED]
Name: Lark, Larkpaw, Larkflower
Age: 60 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: GaleClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: link
link
Description: Larkflower began her life as a shivering, skinny ball of brown and tawny fluff with white on her paws and chin. She was short limbed, clumsy, and generally awkward with dull brown eyes. That changed over time. The adult Larkflower is long limbed and graceful, body lined with lean muscle from moons hunting and amber eyes a bright reminder of the bloodline she belongs to. Her pelt is long and thick, silky to the touch, and keeps her warm during even the coldest of leafbare seasons. Her ears are always seen perky and alert on her head, often tilting with her emotions and to show she's listening.
During the quake Larkflower lost her back left leg due to injury, and once healed, what remains of the limb will be covered in scars and patchy fur. She also has small rips in her ear on that side and her gait is no longer fluid as she has to adapt to life on three legs.
Description Summary: A long-furred tabby she-cat with amber eyes.
Personality: Larkflower was a very reclusive kit, having been raised by her paranoid older brother Shadow. She spent the first few moons of her life without any kits her age to learn from, so she used her brother as an example. She was quiet and shy, and didn't know how to deal with other cats outside her sibling. She'd hide, she'd cower, she'd wedge her tiny body into tiny spaces where no one could get her.
Then came Brightpool and her induction into LightningClan. With love and support came a very different kit. She began to learn trust and the proper way to interact with other cats. She was friendly, speaking constantly and curious about the world and her place in it. Though she remained unsure of herself for sometime even as an apprentice, and would often go to the adults in her life for the support she needed.
As an adult Larkflower is a calm and tactical huntress. She learned that she worked best with a partner, and came to know confidence in herself and her ability as a huntress. She thrives on the challenges of hunting and adores the thought of her family line continuing. She loves kits, especially her own, and can often be seen doting on them.
But the quake changed everything. The confident, sweet tempered Larkflower was reduced to a shadow of herself. She flinches at any sound louder than normal speaking tones, and faces nightmares every night from her ordeal. She keeps her eyes cast down, her ears lain back, and her mouth shut. Quiet, reserved, and with a lack of desire to interact with many cats.
History: Lark was born as the only kit in the final litter of Moss and Splintertail, two loners. Days after her birth her parents both froze in the unrelenting leafbare cold, buried in the snow. This left her in the care of her adult brother Shadow, unweaned and with eyes still sealed shut. She doesn't remember these early days, but her brother would later tell her that he brought her to the territory of a loner queen with a litter her age. The loner-queen would nurse her and care for her until she weaned, but she made sure Lark knew that she belonged to another queen that would have loved her had she only survived.
Once she weaned Shadow moved them away from where their parents had died, towards a stream with thick trees where he could hide her while he hunted. But one leafbare day, this hiding place nearly meant her death. Snow piled into the tree nook, burying the tiny kit and leaving her freezing in the snow. She mewled and called and prayed for her brother to come back in time, but instead of her dark furred sibling, she was rescued by a clan cat named Brightpool.
From then on Lark was raised by the LightningClan she-cat, she learned trust and the loyalty of clan life, and her brother hung around for some time. Eventually, however, Shadow left her to the clan and the life she'd made there. He hasn't been seen in a long time, and she assumes he went back to the territory of their parents. Once she was accepted into the clan, and grew old enough, Lark would become Larkpaw.
Apprentice Larkpaw learned how to speak, how to stand up for herself, and to be confident. As well as the typical hunting and tracking required to become a warrior. She paid attention to the world around her, and started noticing more and more. She was fast but not strong, which led to her chattering acquaintance with a warrior-tom named Sunnyheart. She was Firestar's apprentice, a thing of pride for a young she-cat who had never thought she'd be part of such a large group. A family. Around this time, as she grew more into her paws, Wildcall, the son of Firestar, began to notice how much Larkpaw favored him and his family. It wasn't anything they could confirm, but as the she-cat grew it became more and more apparent.
No one really spoke of this, it just slowly became commonly accepted by the family. Daughter of Wildcall, grandkit of Firestar and Russetfall. A family of her own, even with her brother gone from her side.
Once she came of age and became a warrior Larkflower continued her friendship with Sunnyheart, and slowly friendship bloomed into something much more. They were always together, spoke of one another when apart, thought of each other all the time. Love blossomed, and eventually they were able to confess their feelings for one another. Eventually, after some time together, the pair were graced with three kits; Skykit, Brightkit, and Maplekit, each one named for a special cat in one of their parents' lives. Despite a rough kitting, Larkflower was happy to finally have a family she could call her own, that she didn't have to worry about losing to age so soon in her life.
Kits grew into Paws, Paws into warriors, and soon it was just Larkflower and Sunnyheart again. They had their grown family, but they would always have each other.
[TRIGGER WARNING BELOW}
Then the quakes came, and among all the chaos of the event Larkflower found herself first dropped into a shallow crevice, then hit with a falling tree. She tangled in the cobweb-like threads within the tree, and the quakes crew more severe. She tumbled further and further down, and the water rushed behind her. Eventually, she fell out of the tree and was buried under the falling rocks and stone. When she came to again it was to find that her left leg was trapped between two boulders. Crushed and almost entirely severed, with only tendrils of flesh and muscle holding it onto her body. She was no medicine cat, but all cats knew that cobwebs stopped bleeding. So she pulled all the webbing off her body that she was easily reachable and stuck it all over her bloody nub of a leg. The bleeding was barely stopped before the she-cat lost consciousnesses again from the pain.
When she awoke the second time the boulders had shifted and she was no longer pinned by their weight. This meant she could get out. But her leg was gone, left behind in the crush of stone. The she-cat would wrap the limb the rest of the way and crab walk her way through a narrow gap in the rubble. This would leave her with shallow cuts along her left side, as well as a small nick out of one ear. By the time she was able to get herself free, she was alone. Now, she has to find her way back to her clan, her family, before infection sets in, or a predator finds her.
RP Example:
Other: Larkflower is missing her left back leg from the knee down.
Family:
Mother : Moss – Deceased
Father : Splintertail – Adoptive, Deceased
Brightpool : Mother – adoptive
Wildcall : Father – actual
Firestar and Russetfall : Grandparents, deceased
Wildstripe : Paternal great-uncle, deceased
Shadow : Brother, unknown
Sunnyheart : Mate, Living
Skyshadow, Maplefoot, Brightblaze : Offspring, Living
[HALF-CLAN : 150 Prey, PURCHASED]