Post by THE s h a d s on Mar 25, 2012 8:26:06 GMT -5
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LILIACTEAR
LILIACTEAR
Name: Lilactear
Gender: Female
Clan: Wind
Position: Warrioress
Appearance: Lilac is a she-cat that is a sight for sore eyes. She is tall; her legs being long, but strong. She walks with a certain elegance, seeming to will everyone's eyes on her. Her coat is dark gray in color, but there is also hints of brown and white flecks mixed in well with her fur. Her eyes are a dark brown, seemingly dull until you stare in them. Her coat is always groomed to peek perfection. She has only one scar on her body, and that is her right ear is partly tore at the top. She is neither strikingly beautiful, nor does she make jaws drop on sight; she is one of those that grows more beautiful each time you look at them and the more you get to know them.
Personality: Lilac is interesting to say the least. She tends to contradict herself, doing one thing, but then saying another. She doesn't mean to, that is just who she is. She's confused about what she wants and what she likes almost all the time, and gets angry when she cannot figure it out. She has a temper like none other, and it gets turned on at the flipped of a switch. One word, a single touch, an out-of-place look, and she's yelling. She can calm down just as quickly, but for this reason many who know her tend not to anger her. She believes herself to be elegant and beautiful, and wants everyone to know, too. Her claws are used to tearing into flesh, but that doesn't mean she likes it. She only fights when she has to, and she almost never has to. She manipulates her words and her voice. She studies cats, figuring out their inner thoughts and then acting upon that. She's an expert liar, and knows it. She's a she-cat who respects no rules, respects no one, and does nothing she's told to unless she feels like it. She's blatant and blunt, saying what's on her mind if she so wishes. She's not dangerous, unless you betray her.
History: kit life--
She was born to a mother and father who loved her. They cared for her and her sister, Mousekit, until the day her sister died. She got greencough which quickly turned into whitecough and then quickly killed the small kit. She was no older than 3 moons, never living a full life. Lilactear was upset and mad at the world, and so began her anger flashes. Her parents didn't know how to deal with it, so when she became an apprentice she could see in their faces that they practically rejoiced in no longer having to deal with her everyday. This only further fueled her anger, her sense of betrayal.
Apprentice life--
At 6 moons, all she cared about was fighting. She learned every move she could, and she soon excelled at thinking three or four moves ahead. She was cautious and careful, never making a move without thinking about it, but always ready to defend herself. She quickly was beating apprentices older than her, and her mentor bragged about her to everyone he knew. At 8 moons, she began to learn hunting, and excelled at that, too. She trained day and night, with and without her mentor. She had own motives to all this, training, of course. If she were to kill her parents, she needed to be ready. She finished her "first" hunting alone first, and well before any others. She could see the jealousy in the others eyes, but she didn't care. She didn't mean to be so good, she just needed to be that good. She had plans to make. At 9 moons, just before her warriorship, she defeated her mentor, who was only 20 moons, in battle. The only reason she did was because he tripped on a tree root and she seized her moment. She knew then that she was ready.
Warrior life--
Becoming a warrior a little early, Lilactear loved her knew name. It made her seem harmless, innocent, but she knew different. She planned at night and she hunted during the day. She worked hard in following the rules, trying to seem like the perfect warrior. And most thought so. Until her parents died, but not be her claws. They were patrolling together near the top of tall hill when the ground gave way and they fell to their death. She found their bodies, and there was some talk that she had murdered them. She lost all control, feeling like her life's purpose was now done with. She forgot about getting a mate, she forgot about trying to be perfect. She did a 180, and is now the cat she is today. Patrolling one day she discovered a small kit wandering about the borders. He was no older than 3 moons, but some how had wandered so far. She carried the thing to camp, feeling a sense of pity and duty to the kit. The leaders tried to find it's home, but no leader would claim the kit, and so she became Wind kit's guardian.
Other: She's 25 moons old.
