Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2013 1:23:28 GMT -5
NAME! larkcall
AGE! 23 moons.
RANK! warrior.
GENDER! f
CLAN! shadowclan.
SHORT DESC.! A lithe, golden-brown she-cat with ochre eyes
FULL DESCRIPTION!
PERSONALITY!
HISTORY!
RP EXAMPLE!
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AGE! 23 moons.
RANK! warrior.
GENDER! f
CLAN! shadowclan.
SHORT DESC.! A lithe, golden-brown she-cat with ochre eyes
FULL DESCRIPTION!
This short-haired she-cat isn't sleek due to the glimmer of her fur (it actually has more of a fuzzy, fine texture to it), but in the way she carries herself. larkcall has the grace of a panther, soundless and completely at ease. there are certainly a few forest cats that step heavily, shaking the earth with their paws, or those that skitter in the shadows, but this female walks like liquid gold, a glimmering fluid.
soundlessly she can be seen in the shadowclan domain. primarily recognized by her gait, the skinny feline is colored like dusky, dusty stones. not quite brown, not quite gold, her lighter coloring and delicate build make her look almost like a windclanner. it is larkcall's eyes that mark her as a cat from the shadows. guarded, and downcast she quietly observes the world with rich golden eyes. they never race across her surroundings, but slowly, thoughtfully absorb it all, because shadows rarely rush anything.
although some would consider larkcall "beautiful" others remark on her tiny frame. she might be long and medium sized, but she lacks the substance of a well fed warrior. ironically, this petite lady could eat three times her meager body weight in one sitting, she remains thin as a rail.
PERSONALITY!
Larkcall, like so many conscious beings, struggles with her confidence. she consistently feels a need to be precise as that gives her a distinct feeling of control, when all else seems to be falling apart. the primary issue here is not that her life is in shambles, but that she perceive any slight failure as a massive offense, further injuring her painfully low self esteem.
Despite her insecurity, larkcall is very kind and generally knows what to say to make other cats like her. this has come in handy in the past when she is found accidentally trespassing among rogue-infested locations, or those border crossing moments that every cat with any sense of curiosity experiences. her personable personality has its limits however, as larkcall's fatal flaw is logic. no one is safe from her logical forces, and this unfortunately makes the she-cat seem blunt and insensitive sometimes, when she is simply trying to "help" by giving her fellow felines the purely factual information. surprisingly, no cat enjoys being told their opinion is invalid based on situational flaws.... weird.
Like all ladies, miss larkcall craves the attention of a male. she so desperately wants to feel loved and accepted just as she tries to love and accept her clan members in hopes that it will somehow filter down to her. gentle as a midsummer breeze, she tends to miss out on the flirting opportunities as that would take personal, almost aggressive initiative. on the flipside, her genteel aura means is a fantastic observer. reconnaissance being her specialty, the graceful feline can swiftly and soundlessly gather information in a jiffy. her unremarkable way of living allows her to pass unnoticed in many useful circumstances.
HISTORY!
Larkcall earned her prefix due to the coloring of her pelt. it is remarkably similar in color to that of a lark. her mother was obviously brilliant. what is really significant here is her suffix. her shadowclan mates may identify her with quiet, effortless movements, but when anyone utters the name "larkcall" they immediately jump to her voice. larks seem to sustain an endless melody, one that turns many appreciative ears. larkpaw's mother couldn't have known that her daughter would conveniently have a lovely light voice as well.
Let's get this straight, cats can not sing, that would not only be super weird, but it is anatomically impossible. however, larkcall's voice could be alikened to music based on its shimmery lilt. crisp and clear, her rarely spoken words are like bright gems, glowing, and pulsing with brilliance. The few cats who have gotten her excited about anything can remark on the way she lights up and projects her emotions with such strength and feeling. her suffix suits her well, for like any forest bird, in order to remain elusive she mustn't chatter constantly, but when she does it is a lovely and welcome sound.
How exactly did this promising warrior get such a demure personality you might ask? I would too considering she was raised in shadowclan, where cunning and excellence are prized the most. well, larkcall is capable of cunning, her observational skills are exceptional, and she is absolutely excellent due to an unhealthy obsession with precision. the issue here is that she would rather watch the success of others. a part of that is genuine self-sacrificing kindness, but a big part of it is that larkcall is terrified of drawing attention to herself, because failing is one thing, but having others watch her mess up is completely different. having conditioned herself with this attitude for many moon it has become a major part of her personality, and hopefully one she can combat and grow through.
RP EXAMPLE!
Light spilled onto the sludgy expanse of undergrowth and foul-smelling water. the surface of the swamp was still, interrupted occasionally by mysterious bubbling or a thick ripple. those ripples were important, as some kind of animal caused it. well, not some kind of animal, because only a toad would enjoy living in the muck of the stale swamplands. Larkcall blinked slowly, her maw twisting wryly as she laughed at her own wit. she was a skilled hunter, as were all members of shadowclan, but this activity brought her such a strong sense of peace and pride. nothing could match the feeling of being completely centered and in tune with her flexing muscles. the beating of her heart pulsed alongside the breathing of the earth, and the next pop of a toad-filled bubble sent her racing across the stepping stones scattered among the sludge. if her apprenticeship had taught her anything it was finding these concealed pathways and avoiding the slippery moss at all costs. no feline in her right mind enjoyed licking musty, caking filth from her pelt. reasons to lay off on having kits, who somehow always managed to get covered in muck after every single romp.
silently careening towards the disturbance she timed her slip with expert precision. her mentor had taught her to check the rocks in this area frequently, to memorize their stability, a lesson that came in handy time and time again. the loosened boulder tapped the water testily, making Larkcall's prey leap to attention. flicking her paw out smartly the she-cat interrupted its escape mid-flight and daintily slammed the prey onto the stone beneath her. "Another clean kill," she cheerfully chirped, before picking up the morsel and prancing back to camp.
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no, im currently impoverished
