OWLFLIGHT ... ashclan.

[✄ – – – VANYA!]

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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 OWLFLIGHT of the great AshClan! Age 2 years Gender female Rank warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS WHITE and my eyes are odd? Scars none of any particular meaning. Appearance Owlflight is a white she-cat with fine bone structure and long fur. Her eyes are quite large, one green and one blue, their owlish appearance the cause of her name. Her tail is like a feather, plumed and large, held high. Her claws are long, thin, and curved. Her jaw and neck are greatly ruffed, giving her a regal appearance, her slim figure very elegant and sleek. Her pawpads are pink, the left hind foot slightly darker on one side than the other. Her whiskers are long, pure white, and curved downwards. Her appearance can be compared mostly to the kittypet variety of Turkish Angora. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M CALM AND CALCULATED? Personality She's an enigma. She has a darkly regal demeanor, but modesty befitting of a young apprentice. She's cold and calculated, but hotheaded at times. Her mood swings like a pendulum, but usually she's the same: quiet, sharp, observant, and intelligent. Even so, she's quite soft-spoken, less likely to express the opinions she feels, even if it's wanted. Her head is like a raging whirlpool, words fighting to escape, but her fear of being unwanted is too strong to allow her to speak her mind. Have you ever stood in a crowd of your superiors, hearing them speak lies and foolishness, and been too afraid to say a word? Daily, young Owlflight feels like this. Her respect of authority overrides her knowledge of right and wrong. And yet, when she speaks, it's with strength and ability, as though there was never debate at all, only a true line of what's right and good. Preferences She prefers night to day, overcast to sunny, quiet to loud, loneliness to company. Secret Ambitions She inwardly longs to lead a clan, so that her opinion would matter. However, she doubts she has the ability to be a proper leader...at least, not yet. Strengths/Weaknesses She works better in darkness and quiet, and has trouble in thick undergrowth due to her white coat. She makes up for sticking out like a sore thumb by being an exceptionally silent and quick hunter, but if one is vigilant enough, she can be seen from a great distance. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE FIRECLAW AND BIRDFEATHER! Family father: Fireclaw, mother: Birdfeather. no siblings. Event that Lead to being a Warrior She caught an oddly large rabbit with surprising grace and ability. History Owlflight was born in the time of leaf-bare. From her kittenhood, she was a quiet, lonely cat, keeping away from the other kits and rarely associating with even her own mother. This made her quite a peculiar sight amongst the clan. At her apprenticeship she showed no sign of nervousness or fear, taking everything in stride even when she was given the most droll of tasks or when everything went wrong. She didn't make many friendships with other young cats, merely going about her business with clinical detachment. Despite her antisocial demeanor a few cats persisted with their kindness, and she somehow made friends despite her silence. To them, she showed her true inner self: kind and playful. Her mentor, Milkpelt, studiously trained her until she showed decent capabilities as a hunter and a warrior. At her warrior's assessment, she caught a jackrabbit nearly larger than herself despite the obvious disadvantage of her snow-white fur. Sample RP [it's from a different, non-cat RPG. i hope that's okay ] Lisbeth was born in a desolate land, where grass barely pressed through ice and cold. Her mother fell prey to the cold, and stilled in the snow. Like a fawn, Lisbeth followed her father into the wind and the driving snow, and spent many years like this, head down against the obstacles, muzzle by the flank of her stoic father. But the gods had other plans for her, and fate drove them apart, like a knife through the chest or maybe blood on the snow. And for years still, she wandered, alone. It took little time before she grew bored of her lonely travels. It was always the same, always the same. The same grass, the same ice, the same snow, the same endless stretching horizon. And so when she was surrounded by those wiry-shouldered wolves, their jaws snapping and lips frothing with excitement, she faced them with resignation and eyes that begged, "be done with it then." 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!