First Light on (Lily) Petals - Tribe Prey-hunter - She-cat
Sept 10, 2019 0:42:15 GMT -5
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Post by Taxx on Sept 10, 2019 0:42:15 GMT -5
Name: First Light on Lily Petals
Age: 15 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Rank: Prey-hunter
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Description: Lily is a slender, small-framed she-cat, an appropriately stature for the rank she holds. Her long fur may make it hard to believe that she's really that small, but get her wet and she shrinks three sizes, long fur plastered to a lanky frame. Her chest is a bit wide, her head similar to Wolf's but scaled down, her neck short and muscled.
Her fur, while it bears some shades resembling Wolf's, is much more similar to her mother's. A soft fawn color over the majority, marked here and there with ginger stripes and dark gray splashes. Her eyes, however, are nearly identical to Wolf's green gaze, though they shine with the innocence and energy of youth.
Description Summary: Long-haired torbie she-cat with soft green eyes
Personality: Lily is a dreamer, a romantic, a cat who weaves splendid plans for her future in her head and often faces disappointment when those dreams don't pan out as she intended. At least her idea for her rank has been met, though that's hardly surprising; countless cats before her, and countless that would follow, have secured this future for themselves. She's still thrilled at having reached the goal, but having the rank is merely a formality: she was already hunting and catching prey while she was still a to-be.
Extremely attached to Wolf as her only living kin- even though she often refers to Sky as her brother- Lily would like to see him with some cat. She knows how deeply the loss of her mother affected him, and she hopes that if he can find a she-cat to love him that he might be happier. She's already tried with Moth, but even though Moth raised and cared for her and Wolf was very seldom away from her side in Lily's early moons, no connection seemed to form between them. Shame.
Sensitive and caring, Lily will always try to help a Tribemate- even if it's just by letting them talk about their troubles. She wants to be helpful however she can, to ensure the cats she lives with know she's there to give them whatever help she can. After all, being part of a group is about more than just hunting or guarding- it's about being able to rely on each other, and that's what she wants to be known for.
History: It was an unlikely pair that met that bright day, the lonely tom and the she-cat curious about terrain she'd never visited before. Wolf, after saving the she-cat's life, found himself with a companion after moons of solitude, and it didn't take much for the two to grow close. Cheerful Lily was hard to resist, her endless curiosity and bright demeanor rarely faltering, and in the natural course of things they became mates- and then Lily was all too delighted to inform Wolf that she was expecting kits.
The birth went badly; for all her excitement and hope, the fact remained that Lily was too small to cope with the size of the kits. Just one she managed to birth, and that effort proved to be too much; with the newborn's cries echoing through the cave, she spoke her last words to Wolf, and then she was gone.
Frantic that his one surviving kit would die too, Wolf carried the she-kit to the Tribe, where a kit-mother was found to nurse the youngster. And, survival assured, Wolf returned- one last time- to bury the she-cat he'd loved.
Lily, named for her mother who she resembled, learned all of this over the course of her life. She came to accept that though Moth had raised her alongside her own kit, she was not Lily's mother; gratitude and affection remained, but it was to her father that Lily turned her interest on. She asked him questions about her mother, yes, but as she aged she realized that doing so seemed to make him sad, and so she stopped. She played with him, whenever he was around, wrestling with his tail and batting soft paws at his whiskers, and as she moved from milk to prey, she took to insisting on sleeping with him, curled in the protective circle of his forelegs.
In time she reached her ninth moon and became a to-be of the prey-hunters. For a while she continued to share a nest with her father, but slowly she began to drift, taking a nest for herself with the other prey-hunters and forming bonds with them. Her love for Wolf hasn't faded in the least, and she still greets him every morning with a purr and often prey to share, but their duties are different and she hopes he understands that sometimes she has to be apart from him... but she's equally amused that he often somehow ends up joining the hunting patrols she's assigned to. She understands, and she wouldn't dream of making a fuss- not when she knows what he's been through.
Other:
Age: 15 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Rank: Prey-hunter
Picture:
Description: Lily is a slender, small-framed she-cat, an appropriately stature for the rank she holds. Her long fur may make it hard to believe that she's really that small, but get her wet and she shrinks three sizes, long fur plastered to a lanky frame. Her chest is a bit wide, her head similar to Wolf's but scaled down, her neck short and muscled.
Her fur, while it bears some shades resembling Wolf's, is much more similar to her mother's. A soft fawn color over the majority, marked here and there with ginger stripes and dark gray splashes. Her eyes, however, are nearly identical to Wolf's green gaze, though they shine with the innocence and energy of youth.
Description Summary: Long-haired torbie she-cat with soft green eyes
Personality: Lily is a dreamer, a romantic, a cat who weaves splendid plans for her future in her head and often faces disappointment when those dreams don't pan out as she intended. At least her idea for her rank has been met, though that's hardly surprising; countless cats before her, and countless that would follow, have secured this future for themselves. She's still thrilled at having reached the goal, but having the rank is merely a formality: she was already hunting and catching prey while she was still a to-be.
Extremely attached to Wolf as her only living kin- even though she often refers to Sky as her brother- Lily would like to see him with some cat. She knows how deeply the loss of her mother affected him, and she hopes that if he can find a she-cat to love him that he might be happier. She's already tried with Moth, but even though Moth raised and cared for her and Wolf was very seldom away from her side in Lily's early moons, no connection seemed to form between them. Shame.
Sensitive and caring, Lily will always try to help a Tribemate- even if it's just by letting them talk about their troubles. She wants to be helpful however she can, to ensure the cats she lives with know she's there to give them whatever help she can. After all, being part of a group is about more than just hunting or guarding- it's about being able to rely on each other, and that's what she wants to be known for.
History: It was an unlikely pair that met that bright day, the lonely tom and the she-cat curious about terrain she'd never visited before. Wolf, after saving the she-cat's life, found himself with a companion after moons of solitude, and it didn't take much for the two to grow close. Cheerful Lily was hard to resist, her endless curiosity and bright demeanor rarely faltering, and in the natural course of things they became mates- and then Lily was all too delighted to inform Wolf that she was expecting kits.
The birth went badly; for all her excitement and hope, the fact remained that Lily was too small to cope with the size of the kits. Just one she managed to birth, and that effort proved to be too much; with the newborn's cries echoing through the cave, she spoke her last words to Wolf, and then she was gone.
Frantic that his one surviving kit would die too, Wolf carried the she-kit to the Tribe, where a kit-mother was found to nurse the youngster. And, survival assured, Wolf returned- one last time- to bury the she-cat he'd loved.
Lily, named for her mother who she resembled, learned all of this over the course of her life. She came to accept that though Moth had raised her alongside her own kit, she was not Lily's mother; gratitude and affection remained, but it was to her father that Lily turned her interest on. She asked him questions about her mother, yes, but as she aged she realized that doing so seemed to make him sad, and so she stopped. She played with him, whenever he was around, wrestling with his tail and batting soft paws at his whiskers, and as she moved from milk to prey, she took to insisting on sleeping with him, curled in the protective circle of his forelegs.
In time she reached her ninth moon and became a to-be of the prey-hunters. For a while she continued to share a nest with her father, but slowly she began to drift, taking a nest for herself with the other prey-hunters and forming bonds with them. Her love for Wolf hasn't faded in the least, and she still greets him every morning with a purr and often prey to share, but their duties are different and she hopes he understands that sometimes she has to be apart from him... but she's equally amused that he often somehow ends up joining the hunting patrols she's assigned to. She understands, and she wouldn't dream of making a fuss- not when she knows what he's been through.
Other: