Lostheart ;;

[saga]

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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 Lostheart of the great SoulClan Age 17 moons Gender Female Rank warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS stark white and my eyes are green. Scars Appearance Her pelt is an array of gray. It shimmers, swirls and changes its texture in the sun and moonlight. There are darker ripples of almost black that run down her hind legs. Her ears are pure silver and have fine, pointed tips. Her paws are large and white; the only part of her that is not gray. Her body is slender, yet long, with long limbs to match. She is always straight, proud and tall in the way she presents herself, both with her clan and outside. Her whiskers are a light silver, that seem to be speckled. She has deep blue eyes, with a hint of green. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M proud(personality trait) AND mysterious. Personality This cat does not particularly associate with many, yet the few words she chooses to speak have great meaning, depth and thought behind them. In a sense, she is more a presence in her clan, rather than an actual part. She does her duties, very efficiently, and gives not much more of herself. She is dedicated, though, and very concerned to follow the warrior code correctly and to the finest detail. Her lack of speech often makes others assume she is shy and reserved, and while this is the case, it is not really true to call her shy. She just chooses not to speak. Usually, she will give all she has, when required of her, and often uses elaborate words, which can wind up making herself and others a little confused as to her true meaning. She could even be considered a little mysterious, as she keeps mostly to herself. She is not mysterious in the 'evil' sense, just more in the sense that no cat truly feels as if they know her. She quite likes it this way; for she feels she has the upper hand, and can use this lack of knowledge about herself against others. She uses all she has got, in all situations. Keeping her cool, she can remain calm and collected, no matter how dire the mood. She is quite skilled, especially in battle and / or hunting tactics, and she is surprisingly willing to offer and share any advice she has at any given time. She would make a good mentor for all of this knowledge, and the challenge of a younger cat would perhaps persuade her to open up a little more. Preferences alone time, kits, hunting, the thrill of battle, enclosed spaces Secret Ambitions to achieve more friendships among her clan members Strengths/Weaknesses strengths; her hunting, fighting, tactics, calmness weaknesses; her lack of communication, lack of 'openness' How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Echostep AND Fawnwing Family Mother; fawnwing Father; echostep Event that Lead to being a Warrior she was made a warrior through careful watching of her skills, from her mentor and clan leader alike. she was talented and determined; two great reasons to be made one. History Lostkit was born into Soulclan, her parents loved her as much as any cats could. In fact, Lostkit was very energetic and full of herself, some would even go so far as to call her one of extreme immaturity, though she was only a kit. She was not mischievous in the least; never having in will to go exploring, for she was content in the relative safety of the camp. She was a bundle of enthusiasm, often rushing to help where the little she could give was needed. Even back then, she was fascinated by the clan way of life, could imagine no other, and eager to immerse herself in her journey through the ranks. As an apprentice, she lost a little of her energy and mischievious side, but strangely, none of her energy. As well as this, she did not reduce the amount of thought and time she put into her training; just, socially. She improved out of sight, according to her mentor and also became very close to him. Her sister had chosen to follow the same route as her - the path of a warrior, yet she never became as skilled. There was never any clear resent held, although, they did not spend as much time together. She continued to work at a steady rate, and as a result, was made a warrior a little earlier than she would have expected. Her change to warrior made her take her position in the clan more seriously. She became dedicated to the warrior code, and strove to learn everything she could about the past history of her clan and wanted to be knowledgeable. She then had a desire to pass all her skills on, to another cat, yet she had never been chosen to mentor an apprentice. She was a little confused, for she did not exactly know how to go about getting this role. So, in an effort to achieve this, she put her focus entirely on hunting, and when the time arose, fighting, and was respected by her fellow clan mates. This feeling was not enough, though, yet she was not the type of cat to do anything about it. To this day, she still waits for the opportunity to become a mentor - a role in which she would put her whole self into, and offer the best start in life to a young cat of her clan. Sample RP Lostheart felt the wind ripple through her fur, as she surveyed the mountainous ridge above. Hunting was a relatively dangerous place, she reflected, as her hindquarters bunched together, allowing her to gain the strength she needed to reach the ledge. She pushed off smoothly, her delicate paws landing with a slight thud on the jagged rocks above. The surface made her wince slightly for the edges had pressed deep into her paw pads. She walked along, her tail swaying gently, stretching out far behind her, keeping her balanced and upright. Oh how she hated this task, the perilous climbing was wearing her down and the amount of prey she received was nowhere near worth the effort. Crouching down, as she had been told to do so many times, she stopped for a few heartbeats, trying to concentrate and take careful note of both her surroundings and any noise; which could indicate prey. A slight scuffling sound, so light you could barely hear it, became apparent directly on the left side of her. Instantly, she was transformed; her tail lowered, her eyes narrowed, her teeth bared so that the long canines showed clearly through. A true hunter, she appeared, and that she was. One bluntly placed paw was all it took to frighten off the creature, so Lostheart knew she needed to bring out all her skills. Two more steps would do it, she measured. That was all it would take to get her within striking distance. Gritting her teeth more firmly now, she lifted her right paw a little off the rocky ground. Good. The thought passed over her mind so briefly, she could not be truly sure she had even thought it. The feeling of desperation intensified, as she took the final step, but no frantic pawsteps aroused from the prey barely a rabbit - length from her, so the golden she - cat came to the conclusion that it had not yet noticed her. She pounced, not knowing the exact location was a real disadvantage; one she dearly did not need to have against her. Her claws raked against the harsh rocks, yet underneath she felt the tips of them sink into the flesh, but it was not enough to hold onto the prey and it slipped from her grasp, struggling and pulling itself away. Her head lowered, her eyes closed; this time, she had failed. 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

[Juniper]

Accepted!