Post by <:♥The Doctor♥:> on Aug 11, 2007 22:30:43 GMT -5
[/u]- Character Info -
Name:
Lilytail
Rank and Clan:
Owlclan Warrior
Age:
15 Moons
Gender:
She-Cat
Love Life:
Would Love A Mate
Picture:
Peltage:
Lilytail, in matters of appearance, is quite an average she-cat. Her coat is colored a pale, delicate brown, and just like her kind, is striped with darker tabby streaks, thick and wide on her fur. The whole of the fur covering her skin is long and flowing, falling down her slim sides in waves of earthy hues. The only color other than this simple chrome is the brilliant tan adorning the few sections of her frame which have not already been painted. A thin strip of snow encircles each of her eyes, looking almost as if they had been painted there by the experienced hand of a famous artist. Frost grows in a stiff stem up the left side of her muzzle, partly dabbing her maw in the same fresh tone. Even the toes of her left forepaw also look as if they had been dipped into a pot of golden paint, so blatant is the color's presence - however, that particular part of her anatomy had not always been toned so. Before, it used to be plain brown like the rest of her is. But somehow, the white hairs began growing there profusely, eradicating the brown of her toes. Strangely, at around the same time, the brown hairs of her wide features started overflowing onto the white diamond of hair that had once decorated her brow, and had entirely erased it in a matter of days. To say the least, Lilytail has changed a lot since those long ago days when she was simply a hyper-active kit yearning to be above everyone else in every possible act there was existing - or even inexistent until then.
But there are still many things that are the same about her. She is still as thick-set and muscled, all bulk and large shoulders, though her legs, once short and stumpy like most other kits', have gained something that resembles elegance and soft curves. Lean, and still holding that same elegance, she has grown into the perfect she-cat that catches the eyes of any tom; just as her mother would have wanted.
As for her eyes, they blend in perfectly with her coat; a light, emerald. Never do they change, unless someone stirs her up and then you'd better watch out. Only then, it changes into a bright, gleaming jade; with a tiny of amber hidden within their depths.
Personallity:
Lilytail is a very quiet, thoughtful cat. Even in kithood, she was never rambunctious like her Clanmates. Perhaps the circumstances of her birth have something to do with her pensive personalty. Her emerald eyes hold deeper depths than any cat knows, pulsating with emotions that run deeper than her position in the Clan. She can be playful and fun, as well as organized and prepared when need be, but no one really knows the thoughts of this she-cat. She once had a fiery gleam in her eyes, but that has dimmed as she has aged into a wise, knowing spark of determination. She loves her Clan, regardless of how she was hated in the early years of her life. She is a firm believer in StarClan and heeds any warning given to her without question. She sometimes takes too many problems into her own paws, and relies on her Clan for much support as she gets them all through hard times. Her leadership skills are phenomenal, apparent even as an apprentice, when she kept careful watch over all her den mates.
History:
Goodbye, Momma.
Those were the last words she had spoken, before her life had truly began; even if those were just thoughts. Separated from Aquastream at only a moon, Lilytail never actually knew her mother really well. In fact, after spending a few more moons in the new clan the young kit had forgotten about the Previous Falconclan leader.
With all the lies fed to her, young Lilykit had begun to think that her mother was indeed Moonstorm, her foster parent. Of course she knew that Wildspirit was her deceased father, but no cat had confessed whether Moonstorm was her mother. Only a few moons old, she was utterly confused with all the hostile, and doubtful glances she was given. Being the soft-spoken cat she was, Lilykit hadn't uttered a word and Tigerkit hadn't either.
And so, Lilykit grew peacefully in Owlclan into her apprenticeship. Given the new name Lilypaw, and training hard under the eyes of Moonriver, she quickly proved her worth and all of the doubt that had begun to shroud around her, evaporated away. She was trusted.
Even just as they pair had started training, Moonriver could see the rapid progress that Lilypaw was making and knew from the start, that she would become a warrior in no time. Always striving for the best, you'd never see her basking in the sun for long and was always practicing the days work, if not helping the clan in any other way.
As moons passed, the young apprentice gained new friends and soon enough, was popular among her denmates. Just when everything seemed all right, the downfall of Gorseclan came and, the clan was in a great time of need. Soon enough, the dreaded time passed and a new leader was appointed. By this time, Lilypaw had already fought countless border fights and Moonriver believed it was time for her warriorship. A few nights after the new leader had been appointed, her warrior ceremony took place and thus, her name had changed to Lilytail.
Even now, as a young warrior, the she-cat has no clue about her true heritage and hopes to keep it that way. However, on those occasional nights the memories of Mossclan and Aquastar come to her. Of course, Lilytail is completely perplexed by these visions and dismisses them as having to much fresh kill the night before. Though, she can't help wondering who the strange cat was and now, the weight of the dreams still weigh her down.
RP Example:
The wind blew hard against the grass that surrounded the lake. The bird song echoes through the very thin lines of trees and the sun was rising steady in the sky. The silent was almost, just almost broken as small footsteps squashed small parts of the thin grass into the wet ground. The muddy sneakers were completly worn as were the ripped and old jeanes that were buttoned along Chris's legs. His pale white t-shirt was covered in stains and He was seriously thinking of going into london in the holidays instead of heading home. He would get a job and get new clothes that wern't so ripped. Chris's Mind Tended to wander like this all the time. He just wanted to be treated like any other human being but because of his family he was treated like scum.
Chris sighed, his shoe scraping along the grass. He looked up, his blue eyes catching the sun and sending ripples through the silvery blue pools. Chris's dark brown hair felt werid in the wind, making him scratch it. The werid feeling went down his fingers and into his arm. Chris sighed and sat down on the grass, his legs crossed unevenly and his hands flat against the wet soil. He looked across the water as it rippled slowly. He pulled a piece of bread out of his pocket, It was squashed and crumbling so he threw it into he water and watched as the long tenticle streached out and pulled it down into the depth. Chris gave a weak smile as the water rippled again.
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