Lithestalk//eclipseclan//warrior//she-cat

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Name: Lithestalk

Definition: Marked by effortless grace, Capable of being easily bent; pliant; flexible; limber

Gender: She-cat

Age: 29 moons

Clan: EclipseClan

Rank: Warrior


Looks: Lithestalk might not be the most beautiful cat in the clan and she doesn’t care about it. She was beautiful enough for herself. She was a medium sized cat but somehow could make herself look a little larger than a medium sized cat (without fluffing up). Like her personality, she is almost a complete copy of her father. She has a pale red/sorrel coat that turns bright red in perfect lighting. It reminds her a lot of fire and she loves how well it goes with her personality. She has a stripe going from the top of her head going down her back until it reaches where her tail starts. Her muzzle, neck, and belly is white.

Her fur is short sleek. Her muscles ripple smoothly under her skin when she moves making her fur look like its fire as light hits part of it but not all of it. The only looks that she got from her mother are her small paws and fluffy tail.

Her eyes are almost the same color as her fur, only brighter. Her eyes are only part of the reason many cats would look at her when she passes, other than the gracefulness and the air of authority she carries around with her.

Actions: Lithestalk is a very graceful cat, as suggested by her name. Just looking at her can make a cat see her floating and just stare for a long time. She can make the slightest abrupt movement and make it seem graceful. Another cat making the same movement wouldn’t even come close to being as graceful. Lithestalk is also very alert and serious. She is very rarely relaxed even though her gracefulness suggests that. She can sense the smallest movement made by any creature and pinpoint its exact location. This makes her a great huntress.

As graceful as she is, she is definitely not the kind of cat you would want to piss off. She is easily made mad and it would only be dangerous for the thing that angered her. She is extremely fierce and many cats have learned to get only on her good side, for one of her motto states ’Once an enemy, always an enemy’. that motto has been broken several times though, since everything isn’t always what it seems, another of her motto’s. Get on her good side, and you’ve got a protective friend for life (until you betray her), get on her bad side, and you’re a sworn enemy that will have a bad life.

Lithestalk is seldom light hearted. She has a serious look to life and isn’t one to laugh at any joke any cat makes. But when she does laugh, it sounds like crystals shined upon with a suns ray. And her when she smiled you could almost hear birds singing, which they probably are. She can be understanding and listens to another’s problems, although she doesn’t always listen completely. She’s trustworthy and can be trusted with secrets.

She is almost a copy of her father, except for the part that she liked kits that she got from her mother.

Lithestalk loves kits and apprentices. She would volunteer to take care and play with them when their mother or mentor have to do something. She would never hurt a kit (even though she would kill a cat if it angered her). She would tell them stories of when she was a little kit and act like their own mother. And it often surprised how a cat as fierce as her can be so kind and gentle to small kits and apprentices, but she didn’t care what other cats thought.

Past: Lithestalk had a brother when she was born. While she looked like a copy of her father (with just a few changes), he looked like her mother, again with several changes. But Lithestalk doesn’t remember what he looks like for he died a little while after being born. She only remembers his first and last mew.

She grew up a happy kit. Her parents loved her and she had a good kithood, besides the fact that her brother died, but she tried not to think of that often. She was happy that there were many cats her age and couldn’t think how life could get any better. And then it happened. Her mother mysteriously disappeared. No one knew how it happened. And she got her first sense of real loss. It seemed only right to lose her first, since really as soon as Lithestalk became an apprentice she spent most of her time with her father. She became an apprentice the next day but the ceremony wasn’t as happy as it should have been.

She learned eagerly. She learned to hunt first and was proud of her amazing hunting abilities, even with her reed coat. Although she was better at hunting, she loved fighting just as much. Again it was time for another ceremony, her warrior ceremony. And once again she was happy enough again. She was finally going to be a warrior. She was so happy, she told her dad, her deceased brother and mother, she might as well have told the whole world, she was such a cat.

It was perfect. Her father saw her become a warrior, since kithood. Since her mother died and he took full responsibility for her. She couldn’t think of anyone better. And then another tragedy. Her father was the first victim of the green cough season. He died a day after she became a warrior. They had gotten so close she wouldn’t leave his side for days. She didn’t sleep, eat, or do anything. She just sat there next to his dead body. She knew that he wanted her to go on having a good and happy life, but how could she. Her favorite cat in the whole world had left her to be alone.

Since then she learned the many motto’s she had. She became who she was now, a graceful cat who had a reputation for being fierce. And she didn’t meet that many cats who thought she didn’t have a reason to be how she was.

Often she would think about having kits. She wanted to care for a kit as her father cared for her. She wanted to have a family she could be happy and proud for. But she also knew that she would need the perfect tom that would somehow remind her of the way her father treated her. The tom might not be the perfect kind for many other cats, but as long as he seemed perfect for her, she was good.

In Character: My little firey huntress. That was what her parents used to call her. She would answer to the call anytime, only hoping it was they who were calling her. She missed them, so much. Especially her father. He was closer to her and there was just so much reasons she wanted to see them again. But of course, she couldn’t. They were dead. She walked to the lake and sighed. Just to see them would be enough. Just to see their eyes looking back at her. She gasped as she looked into her pond. She still couldn’t believe she looked so much like her father. The same short, red coat, the same amber eyes, the same white muzzle. He was right there, in front of her, looking straight into her eyes…but not. She shifted her tail a little. And there was her mothers tail. She watched the tail swish from side to side gracefully.

Graceful, like they knew exactly how I would be. Graceful, as they named me. Graceful, as my name suggest. Lithestalk turned from her father’s image. It was too painful. Why was she even here? Because you’re my little firey huntress, she heard something whisper. She couldn’t tell if something or someone was accually speaking to her, or if it was just all in her head. She played along and pretended that the voice was her mother speaking to her, with her father somewhere nearby. They were close to her, but she couldn’t see them. She knew they were in at least two places. In StarClan, and in her heart. And now she was beginning to think that they were also in her mind.

Lithestalk walked along the side of the lake, wanting to look down to her father, but not wanting to at the same time. Instead she looked the other way, where a tree had its leaves covered in morning dew. She looked at a leaf and it reflected her father back. She turned and continued walking, looking forward now…at her mother’s paws. She couldn’t stop thinking of them, especially on this day. She took the day off from being a warrior to just go about doing nothing but thinking of her parents. Today was not a normal day, no one would see her in Camp or on the territory. She was where no one can find her.

My little firey huntress.

And today was the day her father died, only three years ago.


Relationships/Kin:
parents - dead
brother - dead
mates and kits - not yet, hoping though

Other: her main post color is red

Codewords: PAINTING PORTRAITS OF GHOSTS


ooc: do i need to write the codewords and 'in character' every single time?

[(aurora) of the problematique]

<sub>You need the codewords but not 'in character' for every bio.

Accepted</sub>