Post by Amethyst on Feb 13, 2013 4:06:23 GMT
~Lostpetal~
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Name: Lostpetal
Clan: EchoClan
Position: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Age: 45 moons
Quick Description: Jet black she-cat with bright yellow eyes.
Description: Skinny black, short-furred she-cat with yellow/amber eyes. Despite her rough personality, Lostpetal's pelt is short, soft and downy. Her ears are slightly bigger than the average and her tail long and thin, her head has a slight triangular shape and her nose and paws are small and delicate. Her legs are long and tall, her chest and hindquarters narrow. Her left ear tip is torn and her nose is black while her pads are a dark grey.
Personality: Lostpetal is cold, selfish and fierce. You'll never really see her share something with anyone, except with her kits and mate. Having a natural short and aggressive temper, Lostpetal will often snap or make hurtful comments. Lostpetal is the kind of cat who likes action, if nothing's going on, she'll quickly become bored. She never hesitates about going in battle, liking to pass her aggresivity on other cats, but if she arrives fahiddenclanv2.proboards.com than her, she quickly turn tail and flee. She likes to fight and take risks but she's not suicidal either, knowing what her strenghts are, she will not even try something she knows that she won't be able to do. But if by any chance, if you get to know Lostpetal better, you'll soon discover that even the most harsh and closed personalities have a soft side. Lostpetal is a exceptional mother for her kits, they're the most precious thing to her. Lostpetal is fierce and her ennemies are often intimidated by her. Her movements are quick, precise and sharp.
Skills:
Silent
Stalking
Fighting
She's fierce
Very good at climbing and good balance
Quite a fast runner and quick in her movements
Dark pelt to blend in the shadows
Good night vision
Loving and caring for her family
Negative Traits:
Selfish
Mean
Aggressive
Can be cowardly at times
Bad swimmer
Short tempered
Snappy
Rude
Bitter
Likes:
Battles
Action
Her kit and mate
Having her pelt all clean and groomed
Hunting and killing prey
Climbing in trees or on rocks
Dislikes:
Elders that complain all the time
Hearing the wail of kits other than hers
Annoying cats
Mosquitoes
Sunlight when it's too bright
Rain and humidity
History:
Kithood:
Lostkit was born in the middle of Leaf-Bare in a huge litter of eight, to Darkcloud in EchoClan. Every kit died from weakness, being too small (some were even stillborns) except one who survived, Lostkit. Darkcloud had named her Lostkit because she expected her last kit to die too, which meant that she was kind of preparing herself to lose her too. But Darkcloud never told Lostkit about it, neither about her dead siblings. Being the only kit of her family and the youngest of the Nursery, Lostkit was always left behind, the older kits not wanting to play with her, she never knew her father either, Darkcloud deciding not to reveal the identity of the father of her kit. Lostkit quickly developped an anti-social temper and stayed on her own. When the older kits left the Nursery, she was the only left with the Queens, the apprentices would often tease her and Lostkit would simply ignore them, though deep down, their words hurted her. When others talked to her, Lostkit quickly learned to build herself a shell, an emotional shield, being used to teasing and harsh words and comments, as well as being made fun of her name. When a litter of three kits arrived to the nursery, after long moons spent without any births in the clan, Lostkit, who was now nearly six moons old, was mean to them and ignored them and their requests to play with her. Her jealousy toward them was way too strong, they were three in the same litter, they had siblings to play with, they weren't even realizing how lucky they were. And besides, Lostkit would tell herself, she was too old for stupid kit games.
Apprenticehood:
After six long moons of pain and boredom, Lostkit got her ceremony and the name Lostpaw. EchoClan's leader, Pebblestar, assigned her a mentor, Scarface. A dark brown tabby tom with one amber eye, the other on the left side, perpetually closed as deep, but healed, pink scars were etched across his face and closed eyelids. Lostpaw learned later that his eye had been clawed and he could no longer see with it, the wounds were too deep, and as they healed, his eyelids got sealed together. Lostpaw was the only apprentice in the den, the last ones had gotten their warrior names only a few sunrises ago. Lostpaw got to know Scarface better, even though he looked scary with his large built and his scarred face, he was gentle and kind. Scarface soon became the only cat, apart of her mother in which Lostpaw had a total trust, she enjoyed training with him and all the days she spent with him made her forget that when she'd go to sleep in the apprentice's den she'd be desperately alone. Days, moons and seasons passed, and Lostpaw progressively became more skilled at hunting, battling. Muscles formed under her pelt as she grew up, her legs became longer, her pelt sleeker, she could even call herself pretty. Then, one day she went to fight in her first battle, she was so excited. WhisperClan had been hostile with EchoClan for a while, and they accused EchoClan warriors to steal their prey. Pebblestar said it wasn't true, and of course it wasn't, but WhisperClan declared war on EchoClan. Being an excellent fighter, Scarface asked Pebblestar personally if Lostpaw could take part to the battle. Warriors and apprentices swarmed on the battle field, hissing, spitting and fighting. An especially fierce warrior clawed off the tip of Lostpaw's left ear. EchoClan won the battle, and that day, Lostpaw proudly told Scarface that, she too, had a scar now.
Warriorhood:
After the battle, Pebblestar declared that Lostpaw was ready to get her warrior name. Feeling her heart beat fast, Lostpaw prepared herself to recieve her ceremony. Her name was now Lostpetal. Scarface told her afterwards that he had thought of that name and suggested it to Pebblestar. Because Lostpetal's bright amber gaze made him think of flower petals. A season went by, and as Lostpetal was slowly accustomizing herself to the warrior life, (she wasn't social or friendly the least, that hadn't changed, she had placed her nest between Scarface's and Darkcloud's in the Warrior's den) the deputy allowed her to lead her first patrol. Lostpetal had only responded with a small smile, but her insides were literally bursting from excitation and happiness. Deciding it would be an hunting patrol, Lostpetal led a few warriors near the small stream. As she was hunting on her own, the patrol had splitted to cover more ground and be more efficient, a warrior screamed in fear, when the rest of the patrol arrived to see what was the matter, Lostpetal caught a glimpse of a body lying at the roots of one of the tall trees of EchoClan's territory. Feeling fear making her heart rate accelerate, Lostpetal shouldered the other warriors out of the way. Darkcloud's broken, limp body in front of her in a pool of dried blood. Conversations buzzed around Lostpetal, even though she couldn't hear them, she felt dazed, numb. As the black she-cat padded closer, she noticed bite marks on her mother's neck. "She probably fell from the tree." Cats meowed around her. But Lostpetal knew that she had been murdered. Back to the camp, Lostpetal told the clan about the marks she found on her mother's body. As they had brought Darkcloud to the clan for vigil, the Medicine-cats examined her and found tufts of rogue fur caught between Darkcloud's claws. Seeing the way many of Darkcloud's bones were broken, the Medicine-cats concluded a rogue probably killed her while she was hunting birds in the tree, and pushed her off to make it look like an accident.
Lostpetal mourned for a long time after her mother's death, Darkcloud being the only warrior she actually felt good with, except Scarface. Lostpetal was now feeling really lost, as if her name hadn't taken it's real meaning until then. She felt even lonelier than she had felt all her life, not knowing where to go or what to do, she started to follow Scarface, he was her last hope. Scarface and her grew closer, and soon, became more than close friends. One night, as Lostpetal and Scarface were looking at the Silverpelt, sitting on the rocky moutain flank outside the cavern, Scarface asked her if she wanted to be his mate. Lostpetal gladly accepted, not expecting to be so happy in such dark times for her.
Queenhood:
A few moons later, Lostpetal was expecting, even though she wasn't especially glad to return to the same Nursery that she hated so much as a kit, she convinced herself that the context was different. She wouldn't be 'stuck' there. Scarface was here for her, bringing her prey, and giving her someone to talk with when she felt too lonely. Even though the Nursery was filled with Queens, nobody really wanted to talk with Lostpetal, being a bit afraid of her snappy and agressive manners. Two moons later, Lostpetal was giving birth to her first litter... of a single kit. At first, Lostpetal felt desperate and awfully disappointed at the same time; her kit would live the same loneliness as Lostpetal did when she was a kit, nobody deserved that. But then, Lostpetal realized that this kit was alive and would need her, the dark queen vowed that she would give so much love to this kit, that he or she would never feel alone or rejected. She learned that moment that her kit was a female. She named her Bruntkit. For the first time in her life, Lostpetal felt that she had a real family, she loved them and they loved her back. Bruntkit grew up quickly, as every kit does, and soon got a quite bulky and strong shape for her age. Bruntkit had obviously earned these body traits from her father, Lostpetal being completely the opposite, with her fine and slender body. One day, Bruntkit was old enough to become an apprentice. When the whole Clan cheered Bruntpaw's name, Lostpetal and Scarface couldn't have been prouder.
Back to warrior:
Being so close to her kit, Lostpetal insisted to be Bruntpaw's mentor. The leader accepted. Lostpetal spent happy days, showing the territory to Bruntpaw and teaching her how to hunt, the warrior code, and lastly, how to fight. Fighting was what Lostpetal prefered, she always had liked the action and adrenaline, practicing new battling moves. Lostpetal was delighted to discover that Bruntpaw was especially good in battle practices. Scarface also helped alot with the training. For an apprentice, it's quite unusual to be trained by both parents, but it didn't seem to bother Bruntpaw, you could even say she enjoyed it. After seasons of hard work, Bruntpaw was ready to earn her warrior ceremony and her new name; Bruntclaw.
Lostpetal sometimes still feels the weight of loneliness on her shoulders, but couldn't wish for a better family than the one she has right now. Her beloved mate and kit; Scarface and Bruntclaw.
Relationships:
Mate:
Scarface (male; alive)
Kits:
Bruntclaw (female; alive)
Family:
Mother:
Darkcloud (female; dead)
Father:
Unknown
Littermates:
None
Siblings:
None
Grandmothers:
Brindletail (female; dead)
Grandfathers:
Coalfur (male; dead)
Aunts:
Unknown
Uncles:
Unknown
Cousins:
None
Nieces:
None
Nephews:
None
Grandkits:
None
Friends:
Bruntclaw (female; daughter; alive)
Scarface (male; mate and former mentor; alive)
Mentor:
Scarface
Apprentice(s):
Bruntclaw
Other:
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