Post by autumn on Aug 24, 2007 9:29:41 GMT -5
Name: Lightningscar
Moons: 52 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ColdClan
Rank: Warrior
Short-Description:
Moons: 52 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ColdClan
Rank: Warrior
Short-Description:
A pale tabby she-cat with equally pale green eyes and a jagged scar over her left eye.Picture:
[no picture as of late-- I may photomanipulate one later]Description:
Lightingscar is an average-sized she-cat with a shaggy, pale yellow pelt with light, warm brown tabby stripes. She cuts a lithe body shape as she moves throughout her Clan, though her pelt conceals rock hard muscles. Along her belly and back, the stripes are no longer solid, but attain a more mottled appearance, fading into light spots down her legs and sides. The stripes on the she-cat's tail are imperfect rings, alternating in their shape and width and size. The tip of her tail fades to an aged cream color, with some hairs in it of her main pelt color as well. Lightningscar's face is grizzled, with white hairs rimming her eyes and muzzle both. Her eyes are a once-brilliant seafoam green, which have now faded to a very pale hue. One of her eyes, her left, is clouded over and is constantly watery-- her eyesight is limited at best through this left eye, and is declining at a rapid pace. Over said eye is a jagged scar, inflicted by a rogue when she was nothing more than a kit. Her ears are larger-than average, with massive tufts of white fur sprouting from them. Running down the she-cat's forehead are darker and smaller versions of the stripes on the rest of her body, forming an intricate pattern reminiscent of a tiger's facial features. Her nose is a darkened gray-pink, and is generally very dry, though her health is top-notch, save for eye issues. Lightingscar's paws cloak abnormally short but constantly sharpened claws of a pure ivory color with a slight tinge of pink to them.Personality:
Lightningscar is generally a cold and distanced feline, locking most anything she feels inside of her-- this is vastly different to her manner when she was a younger warrior. Over time, the she-cat hardened in her personality. She has a quirky, fun-loving side in there, too, shown usually when she is around the younger cats of the Clan. She tends to spend extra time monitoring the apprentices, as it brings her back to her younger days in ColdClan. Lightningscar is not particularly friendly towards her family, and generally shares nothing more with then than she would with any other cat in the Clan. Towards the few friends she chooses to have, though, Lightningscar would tell anything. Lightningscar is very faithful in StarClan, more so than most cats in the Clan. Mutterings about her as an apprentice said that she would have made a marvelous medicine cat, but Lightningscar herself believes the she never had a head for herbs, and chooses fighting over healing any time. She is a very proud cat, never forgetting to hold her head high and make her place in the Clan known to others through actions, not words. Lightningscar has ambitions for rising higher in the Clan hierarchy, though they do not consume her so much that she would go to any length for it.History:
Lightningscar was born in ColdClan, to the previous Clan leader, Silentstar, and a she-cat named Arcticstripe, also from ColdClan. When she was nothing more than a tiny kit, the Clan was raided by rogues; one entered the nursery, and clawed Lightningkit in an attempt to stop her wailing an alarm to the rest of the Clan. There were no deaths but one the day of the raid, thanks to the efforts of the Clan warriors, deputy, and leader. Silentstar, the father of Lightningkit and the Clan leader, was the only cat who made their journey to StarClan that day. Lightningkit mourned her father's death with her mother and siblings, but rebounded very quickly, a resilient young kit. Two moons after this tragedy, she was given her apprentice name of Lightningpaw, and mentored by a senior warrior of the Clan. As an apprentice, Lightningpaw was mischievious and outgoing, constantly sticking her nose where it didn't belong and getting into trouble with her mentor, and the Clan leader and deputy. Because of this, her training dragged out for a few moons more than it should have-- Lightningpaw's refusal to comply with the warrior code at a young age had her constantly caring for the elders and missing out on learning the warrior skills necessary for fully participating in Clan life. After one night, when Lightningpaw was walking with her mother and mentor, both speaking softly to her, asking her to realize what she had to do, a change was struck in her. Memories of kithood, of her father lying on the floor of the Clan camp, broken and bleeding, flooded back to her. An image of mottled black tom, a snarl etched over his face, his paw raised, ready to strike. Her mother's grief-stricken features, staring at Silentstar, now dead. From that day forward, Lightningpaw retreated into her own head, not acknowledging any cats in the Clan in any way other than how she was supposed to. The next sunset, she received the warrior name of Lightningscar, named for the etching over her left eye. As a warrior, she thought of nothing but the Clan, nothing but what she was supposed to do. Over time, she had trained over four apprentices, guiding them as she was guided to become a fully-fledged Clan cat. She was promoted to senior warrior at the age of thirty two moons, and has remained at the position ever since.Role Playing Example:
[scene from Lightningscar's kithood.]Other:
Lightningkit's tiny ribcage expanded and contracted as she breathed, deep in sleep. Her paws twitched occasionally, claws unsheathed as if she was trying to catch a butterfly or a mouse straying into the nursery. Pale, dappled shafts of sunlight cut through the ceiling of the nursery, dancing over the tiny pelt of the she-kit as she slept.
Suddenly, without warning, a shrill yowl sounded across the clearing. "Rogues! Rogues are attacking!"
Lightningkit jolted awake, pressing herself against Thrushkit for comfort, her seafoam green eyes darting back and forth, widened with fear. She let out a loud mewl, flattening her ears against her skull in a feeble attempt to drown out the sounds of pained yowls and battlecries coming from the ColdClan camp clearing. She couldn't help but hear her mother's screeching as she launched herself at one of the oncoming rogues, had no way to stop the onslaught of battle.
"Here, little kitties... Where are you, dearies?"
The voice was low and rasping, with a hint of a cackle in it. Lightningkit's fur bristled, her tail puffed up to twice its size and sticking straight in the air as she squinted to see a hunched-over black and white tomcat making his way towards the two kits crouched against the back wall of the nursery. Lightningkit took the only course she could, letting out a long, high pitched screech.
The tomcat whirled, glaring his bright yellow eyes at the kits. "Shut that wailing up now, kitten, or I'll have to take drastic measures," he hissed, still stalking towards the two kits. Thrushkit hadn't moved; he was still frozen in fear at the thought of the rogue ripping, tearing at them.
Lightningkit let out another terrified yowl, pressing tighter to Thrushkit as the rogue took a bounding leap forward, and angry snarl etched on his features.
A swipe of his paw, a blinding dark red-- Lightningkit wailed louder, blinded by blood and a sharp, stinging pain in her left eye; it hurt more than anything she had felt before. "Help me! Thrushkit, mother, father! Help! I can't see!"
She heard more pawsteps thudding all around her, angry hisses and yowls, and the dragging of a body. Then Arcticstripe was there again, comforting the young kits, carrying her to the medicine cat's den...
It was all over. And what was to come next would be the strongest emotional blow Lightningkit would ever feel.
I head somebody else is trying for deputy, so if that's not in order, then her rank can be switched to senior warrior.
