Post by larkmouth on Feb 27, 2013 2:26:52 GMT -5
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GOOFBALL ;;
FLIRTATIOUS ;;
GOOD HEARTED ;;
TOO SELFLESS ;;
PRO KIT ;;
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LARKMOUTH.
I'M A GRINNER
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,7,true][atrb=valign,top] | ♠ NAME -- Larkmouth ♠ AGE -- 26 moons ♠ ORIENTATION -- heterosexual | ♠ CLAN -- Thunderclan ♠POSITION -- Warrior ♠ GENDER -- Tom |
I'M A LOVER
♠ PERSONALITY
GOOFBALL ;;
When a cat describes Thunderclan as a gaggle of soft hearted fools, Larkmouth might just be first cat to come to mind. Quite soft hearted himself, he's also quite the goofy cat ; first to slip on ice every leafbare and most certainly the sort that would accidentally wonder into another clan's territory. But luckily, is also the first to laugh at his own earnest mistakes or roll over in submission to express that his wondering onto foreign grounds is a heart felt mistake. Though some might relate his air headedness to sheer stupidity, there is most certainly a interesting Thunderclan warrior beneath that.
FLIRTATIOUS ;;
A 'heartbreaker' that would probably flirt with a fox if he was sure it wouldn't devour him first, he's the type to try and purr at every female in the clan with no interest in finding a mate just yet but just for fun, since he believes that there's only so much to offer in clan life ; as such, why not make the most fun out of what's there? However, this can lead to some troublesome relations within other clans at gatherings, since he's not above flirting with the lovely, slick furred Riverclanners, the sly seductive Shadowclan women or the thin, swift Windclanners. Most hope that this is just his young age getting the best of him.
GOOD HEARTED ;;
Although he's far from the first one to rush into battle against enemies or make them in the first place, he would defend his clan with his life if need be despite not having what most call 'clan blood' running through his veins. However, Larkmotuh is naturally good hearted it seems, with his willingness to help even other clan cat and rogues. A practice that has, at times, led him to taking food from Thunderclan to a hungry mother on the outskirts of clan territories.
TOO SELFLESS ;;
There is always such a thing as being 'too generous', in some cases, Larkmouth can allow this feature of his to grow out of hand. As one leafbare came and went, the prey grew ever scarce as snow coated the grounds and chill haunted the air, and it was by sheer luck that he was capable of catching quite the fat mouse while lurking about the abandoned complex of twoleg nests. Unfortunately, he was faced with a difficult choice when he caught the creature. Within the clan camp laid an elder, one of the oldest and hardest working cats there was back in the day was meeting his end with starvation as his murderer. Yet in front of his face was a calico she cat who begged him for at least part of his kill due to the fact that she had kits who were still feeding yet she had no milk to give. It all ended with the stray she-cat receiving the fresh kill and returning empty handed from his late night hunt, forced to do little but watch the elder lose his life before dawn arrived. Arguably, the old tom would have died regardless but to feed the rogue in place of the clan was far from his place.
PRO KIT ;;
No cat can argue that if he has a favorite thing, it's most certainly kits. Affectionate with the clan's kits, he also helps even rogue kits that get stuck in thickets or in deep cracks, even if his life is at stake doing it. He's also the type that would take a defenseless kit into any clan that would take it so long as it had a cat to give it milk and a loving upbringing. It's one of the few things his claws will come out for, the defense of all the youngsters who will nurture the new generation without fail. And the nicer they are treated, the kinder adults they will grow to be.
♠ LIKES
✓ she-cats ✓ peace ✓ old fables ✓ kits
♠ DISLIKES
✗ fighting ✗ leafbare ✗ dogs ✗ harm done against even the most rouge born of kits
♠ APPEARANCE
Describe your cat.
♠ HISTORY
0 - 1 YEAR
Unlike most clan cats, Larkmouth was not born in a clan, nor with the suffix of 'kit' in his name rather than just being named Lark. No, instead his mother and father were simple loners in the outer metropolis ; a pure white she cat dubbed Pond and a thick furred black and white tom dubbed Higo, a tom that looked none too different from how Larkmouth would grow to appear.[/div]
In the suburban area, they birthed kits, but certainly not alone. They had their own sort of clan developing around them ; the cats of Higo's legacy, and one that Higo was determined to carry out. Higo's father, Shokichi, was originally around before the disaster, and grew up with a twoleg by his side at every turn, eventually having a lovely owner and friend that allowed him a pleasant bed, freedom and unconditional compassion. The saddest day for the old black tom was that of the disaster, where they were in the car together as they always were before they were robbed for the things they were carrying ; the owner not so lucky to live after a bang set off by a gun, and Shokichi wounded with a bullet in his leg could barely limp to safety. Damned with an eternal hobble, life was dreadfully hard for the former pet and it was one blessing that set his legacy that Higo would too soon have to follow.
Eventually, the old tom met up with some mothers who had kits, abandoned pets or ones that had seen their owners death all too soon. All cats who knew little about defending themselves, and with good nature thriving through his veins, Shokichi took them to his former home and allowed kits to be born safely and each cat to have a home. A shelter soon became a family, and when Higo was born he was taught the way of caring for families.
It was years later when Shokichi died and Higo adopted the business. And a few moons, Higo found himself smitten with the pure white she cat who later bore his kittens ; Lark, one resembling his father, Koi, a small calico, and Hail, a fluffy white tom.
Koi was the odd one of the bunch, born smaller with a disabled paw due to radiation, but luckily the two brothers had biologically escaped any genetic disfiguration. However, even when they were young they ventured out as a trio and Koi's miniscule front paw hindered her little as they often gathered moss nearby for elders and mothers who needed extra bedding for their sleeping quarters. Bebopping about as soon as they were allowed to leave the nest, in their eighth month of life the excitable nature of the three siblings would no doubt get them into trouble.
Being more or less a ramshackle group with more elders and youngsters than they had fit adults, it wasn't too hard for the troublesome trio to snake out of the twoleg house they took shelter within to go view the world, or at least, a little more of the abandoned metropolis they called home. It was there that they'd meet their first enemies, and for some, their last.
A wrong pawstep here, a wrong pawstep there, and soon enough home was a very far away place
♠ ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE
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AND I'M A SINNER
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