Larkcry;;Holly;;Warrior

[Surrle!]

Name: Larkcry
Age: 45 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Warrior
Clan: HollyClan
Short Description:

Pale ginger tom with luminous green eyes.

Description:

Large, clumsy paws and pale pink pawpads. White paws, all of them except the hind left. Average length, well-toned legs, patterned amber and white up to his chest. Move your eyes back towards his flanks, where he is just a pale cream, with faint suggestions of stripes, then to his hind end, where the stripes return in full and continue down to the end of his tail. His stomach and his chest are pale cream like his flanks, but maybe paler, and his face is darkly patterned with tabby stripes that curl down from his eyes and the top of his head. His ears are angular and so is his face shape- he has high cheek-bones and a spotted nose, with short whiskers. His eyes are perpetually narrowed and always seem to glow, unless he's in direct sunlight- then they're just pale. His thin lips are curved into a broken half-smile if you're lucky- if you're not, his face is expressionless and his eyes as hard as rock, reflecting the heart within.
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Experience:

Kithood;; Larkcry had a brother, Jayflight, and when they were little, Larkcry was always older and stronger. He was alwyays the 'leader' when they played games, but he was also very protective of his little brother. His father, Darkshadow, was proud to have two sons, but their mother, Ambersky, was a sickly cat, and they didn't see her very often, only when it was time to sleep or feed. She eventually stopped giving milk, but by then the two toms were old enough to be apprentices.

Apprenticehood;; Their mother died almost immidiately after their ceremony, and although they were sad, it wasn't quite so hard on them as it would have been were they closer to her. Their father was heartbroken, but he moved on, staying a strong warrior. The two apprentices grew apart, and then, Larkpaw met Littlepaw. She was much smaller than him, a long-haired, dark gray she-cat, with bright amber eyes. Within a few moons he'd decided that they would be mates one day, and she agreed wholeheartedly- at least until she became a warrior. Littlesmoke, and then suddenly the toms were all over her, and she completely ignored him. He's never really gotten over it- they say your first true love never really dies.
Warriorhood;; Nothing much of importance has happened- the usual amounts of battle and sickness. A bout of fever that had him in the medicine cat's den for a few weeks, but nothing else of signifigance.

Personality:

He's quite a hit with the ladies, although he doesn't like to lead them on. He thinks the whole 'love' idea is overrated and that she-cats are just... something that is a nessecary evil. He's usually kind to them, but he doesn't show much (if any) emotion, and he doesn't get attatched. He's a feircely loyal cat who actually loves being around kits, and who happens to be a good fighter when determined or driven. He's a quiet cat, a good listener, but inside he's still bitter from rejection. Whenever he sees Littlesmoke, he can't help but feel a pang of sadness. Sadness is the only emotion he lets himself feel- it keeps him awake. Keeps him alive. If you can hurt, you're alive. He finds comfort in talkative cats, so that he doesn't have to talk as much.

[Ravenstar]

xx accepted