Lifestream ~ Owlclan

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~Character Information~

Personal Information
Name: Lifestream
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Female
Family:
Mother: Cherryrose
Father: Firesleet
Siblings: Mashberry and Cherryrose
Love Life:
None at the moment

Clan Information

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Clan: Owlclan
Rank: Warrior

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Physical Description: Lifestream is a grey she cat that looks blue. Her eyes are a beautiful, grass, green and she has small paws. Lifestream is a very small cat. Her tail is twice as long as her body. She has short, strong, elegant legs. Her ears a little bit bigger than normal, and are a black color. She has liquid,shiny silver claws and whiskers. Her claws are always unsheathed, no matter what.
Short Physical Description: Grey she cat that is very small with grass green eyes

Personality Lifestream is a luving and caring cat. She always tried her hardest to make every one happy. She did this to replace her own pain within. She's broken inside, and is trying to find her place. She can be a littly airy, but can remember anything that you tell her sooner or later. She luvs to play games, and tries to find the bright side of everything.
Clan Wise: Very loyal to her clan, she always trys and do her best. Lifestream tries to find peace in every situation, but many cats only want bloodshed, ignoring her words.
Family, Love, And Friends: Lifestream treats her family with respect, but her sister Mashberry hates her. She always is with her sister Fragilebone, well this used to be. Now her family is deceased.
Personal: Calm and Collected. Lifestream always keeps her real emotions hidden whenever the time.
Battle: Tries to remain calm. Lifestream however always tries to avoid battle.
Undefinded: Nothing

History ~Kit~ As a kit, her mother was taken by green cough. It was then her, her older sisters; Mashberry and Fragilebone, and her father; Firesleet. Her mothers name was Cherryrose. Her father grieved about her death but, life went on . . .
~Apprentice! As an apprentice, she got in a LOT of trouble. She did her best to stay out of trouble, but it always found its way back in. One day, when she went out to explore, she ran into a fox den. She thought it was empty. Her father, Firesleet, came with her, and tried to steer them away from it. A fox came rushing out at them. Turned out she had some pups in the den. Her father did the best her could to make sure Lifepaw could get away. She was frozen in place. Her father grabbed her by the scruff, and launched her over an edge. Her father's body was never found, but the foxes were chased out. Her head hit a rock, making her space out, a little airy, and sometimes even forgetful . . .
~Warrior~ Lifestream started to remember that fateful day. When she became a warrior, she vowed under the light of the moon to keep all safe around her. She did the best she could, and didnt get into trouble as much. She started to be respected again. Some cats still blamed her for their deputy's, Firesleet, death. She tried her best to prove all wrong. She would help other's with their pain, trying to hide her's up . . . Now her family is all dead, only her is the last living descendant.

Other Information: Nothing
Extra: Nothing
RP Example:[/size][/center] ((This never happened. Only Roleplaying her death))

Lifestream trudged through the blizzard. Her body was cold, and numb all over. She did the best she could to go on. Her teeth chattered, scraping against her mouth. She shook her head, and couldnt feel her paws any more. She kept on walking. All of a sudden, her legs crumbled on her. "Starclan! Help me!" she pleaded She tried her best to get up. The snow sucking her body heat away from her. Her body grew heavy and tired. Her eyes drooping lightly. She shook her head, trying to fight the feeling. "Maybe . . . if i just sleep . . ." she whispered softly She curled up into a tight ball, trying to keep warm. Her spirit slowly faded from the shell of her body. Lifestream never really woke up . . . and she will never again . . .