Skylark//FrostClan

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Skylark of the great FrostClan Age 55 Moons Gender Tom Rank Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS Black and White and my eyes are Sapphire Scars A long scar on her shoulder and a nick in her right ear. Appearance Tall and slim, lithe and agile, Skylark is an amazingly handsome tom. His paws are small and light, prefect for slipping through the undergrowth silently. His fur is sleek and dark and light... Like he was originally white, but he ran through a river of black paint. Only his undersides are black, and his ear. And his nose. And his whiskers. His whiskers are deep black, seeming out of place on a white muzzle. His claws are black, too. He's very agile and easily slips from place to place, loving the way the breeze ruffles his slightly long fur... He's got a sweet, friendly face, that's handsome and mature and open and kind. His pelt glitters in the sunlight, and gleams silver in the moonlight. Sometimes, on a dark night, you can only see the white of him and it looks a bit ghostly, a cat with no bottom half! Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M Intriguing AND Quiet Personality Skylark is a young, quiet tom. He's clever and curious, and always pushes forward, no matter what's in his way. He enjoys overcoming hardships, and he never ever gives up. He follows the warrior code closely, but if something challenges his Clan that forces him to break the Code, he would. It's always the Clan first, no matter what. He is not a control freak, though, and insists on keeping his distance with others' beliefs. However, he is very quiet and comfortable around friends, always loves company, and never lets his friends do stupid things. Ever. Though, if they are only minorly stupid things, then he might just go along with it.. He's a fun-loving, freedom demanding cat and never lets his freedom go into question. His pride is a whole nother matter though... Preferences Likes: Being with friends, peace, quiet, freedom, hunting, fighting, etc. Dislikes: Water, climbing, killing, etc. Secret Ambitions None Strengths/Weaknesses He's an amazingly talented hunter and fighter, and he's a good tracker, but he's terrible at swimming and climbing. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Natasha AND Harespring Family Mother- Natasha- Rogue- Alive Father- Harespring- Warrior- Dead Brother- Hawkkit- Dead Event that Lead to being a Warrior Killed a murderer in the Clan, thus saving the entire Clan. History He was born to a young rogue that had tresspassed the territory. She left him and his brother with their father, who told the Clan leader that he'd just found them in the forest. Hawkkit was already weak and died with the month. Skykit grew stronger, though, and became one of the greatest improving apprentices. He rarely used planned out battle moves, because he knew that the other Clans would expect them. Instead, he used improv. He used his instincts. He trained himself many a time, slipping out to be alone and learn new battle techniques that he created. He was only an apprentice when he discovered another apprentice was helping a rogue murder half the Clan to take over. He faced the apprentice in battle and won, killing the murderer and becoming a warrior. On his silent vigil, his mother showed up and was caught by the Clan. He could see that they were similar in size and shape and color, and found that she was his mother shortly before his father blurted it out. His father was immediately...silenced.... by another warrior, who stood watching with a smile as Harespring's lifeblood sank into the ground. In a fury, Skylark lashed out and scarred the warrior across the muzzle for life. Not long after, he left his birth Clan and came to FrostClan to start a new life. Sample RP The silence of the night met my ears, and I twitched them occasionally, aware if a soft pattering noise coming from my left. Stepping forward in the cool night air, I saw a nimble shape bound forward. "RainClan!" I screeched, letting out an alarm to warn my felow Clanmates of an intruder. Immediately, a paw wrapepd around my muzzle and forced me to the ground. I flipped over, lashing out with my hind legs to catch the intruder off guard and knock them to the ground. As she skiddded away, I saw that she was black and white and similarly built to me. She looked at me with those blue eyes and i could feel it in my heart.. She was my mother. "Who is she?" Lionstar demanded with a snarl, emerging from his den. I shifted to stand over my mother, fur bristling. To anyone in the Clan, it would appear I was defending my Clan, keeping the rogue where she lay, but I was, in reality, keeping her safe from unthinking Clanmates. "She's his mother." Harespring whispered. I spun around, black whiskers twitching, just in time to see the black warrior, Nightclaw, swoop in to slit my father's throat. "No!" I shouted. You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

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Accepted! (: