Lightstream of OwlClan

[catheri]

~Character Information~

Personal Information
Name: Lightstream
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Female (She-cat)
Family: Lavendarheart (mother), Bearclaw (father)
Love Life: N/A

Clan Information

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Clan: Owlclan
Rank: Warrior

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Physical Description: Lightstream is a pure white long-hair. Her eyes are blue and resemble a clear ocean. She is long-limbed which makes her taller than other cats.
Short Physical Description: Long-limbed long-haired white she-cat

Personality
Clan Wise: Lightstream views her clanmates are her allies, but sees many of them as just acquaintances. She holds elders in high regard.
Family, Love, And Friends: She puts her friends above the clan. If she is friends with someone she views them as family and anyone in her fmaily is considered as close as a clanmate.
Personal: Lightstream is always cheerful and some-what hyper. She has many quirks which make her seem weird. She is also very naive to many things and has an oddly strange curiousity.
Battle: Lightstream loves to battle and finds it to be very thrilling. Battles intrigue her which makes her determined to fight with a all her strength and cunning.
Undefinded: Many things confuse her and she sometimes mis-interpets others' actions.

History
Kithood: Lightkit was the only in her litter which led her to be spoiled. She also loved to her stories told be the elders.
Apprenticeship: Lightpaw was a good student. She was always interested in learning, but her mentor had to make to sure to keep her focused due to the constant fact that she loved to daze off and day-dream.
Warriorhood: Lightstream was excited during her ceremony. She was bouncing all over and looked like a mess since all the excitement was getting to her. Since she is still a new warrior, there is not much to be told about her being a warrior.

Other Information:
Extra: She swears alot. (like Foxdung and such.)
RP Example: The she-cat padded through the undergrowth. Her pelt bristled as it rubbed against some brambles. Lightstream hated the feeling of the sharpness digging inot her skin. Her beautiful white pelt was getting all dirty. Not that her appearance really mattered to her. She stopped and sat down. Her teeth clasped around one of the brambles as she pulled it out. "Foxdung!" She rubbed at the sore spot until she finally got up and went about her hunt. She needed to brig something back to the clan. 'A hungry clan is never a good thing.' She thought quietly to herself.[/size][/center]