Post by ottie on Mar 30, 2013 21:27:55 GMT -5
NAME! lilystem.
AGE! 36 moons.
RANK! warrior.
GENDER! she-cat.
CLAN! shadowclan.
SHORT DESC.! Skinny, brown and white tabby mix with light green eyes.
FULL DESCRIPTION!
Lilystem is pretty skinny for being a warrior. Her limbs and tail are long and thin. She isn't malnourished, she just doesn't seem to gain weight often. Lilystem's kit-soft fur has unique coloring. Because she is a tabby mix she has dark stripes that stand out against her tan-cream fur. The stripes can be found along her legs, back, and face. All four paws are white, as well as her muzzle, chest, and belly. She has a pink nose, with a few small blacks spots around it. Her long white whiskers also frame her nose. As for her eyes they are a light green color, which look like they've been outlined with a thick black marker.
PICTURE!
PERSONALITY!
Clanmates will tell you that Lilystem is one of the sweetest, most caring cats Shadowclan has ever seen. They would say even though it seems impossible, Lilystem is a happy cat. Lilystem tries to stay positive for the others in her life. She's optimistic and spreads joy through the camp. Because of her past, it makes it seem unthinkable that she would be able to feel happiness. She puts on a brave face though and most don't know what torture she goes through daily. In a way, the happiness is an act. It helps to keep others from feeling pit and it helps distract her briefly from the pain. She makes others feel loved and wanted. It seems as though she cares more about everyone else more than she does herself. To some point this is kind of true. She would rather put herself in the way of danger to protect a clanmate then see them suffer at all. As much torment as Lilystem has endured through her life, she'd do anything to stop another from feeling the same. She wishes that no one would ever have to go through what she has been through. Lilystem is a damaged cat. In a way she has built walls around her and tries to put off a strong front. No other cat could ever tell what is going on in her mind, unless they possibly understand what she is going through. It may be hard to get her to try and open up.
HISTORY!
Not many cats know the true history of Lillystem. Even she barely does. Everyone knows that she was born to Dawnstripe, a loyal Shadowclan warrior and Raja, a violent rogue. That was the gossip among the clans for moons. Now some argue whether Dawnstripe planned to have Raja’s kits or if Raja just got his way with her. Whatever happened though, the clan was not happy with Dawnstripe at all. They blamed her, even if there was a possibility it wasn’t her fault. How could she disgrace Shadowclan like that? They all wanted her banished, but thankfully the leader was more understanding and allowed her to stay. The warriors who were against her staying vowed to not partake in any part of the forbidden kits’ lives.
As Dawnstripe’s kits began to grow older, they began to sense the clan had a disliking towards them. Confused and hurt by the death glares and harsh words they asked their mother one day while training. Dawnstripe had to train all four of them, because the clan refused to. Granted they all had mentors, but they never worked with them. On that day Dawnstripe explained to her children that the clan didn’t approve of the choices she made, so they were all being punished because of her. She apologized a thousand times for having them treated this way. But she knew if were able to take it back and did, she wouldn’t have her four beautiful and healthy kits. She couldn’t say she regretted having them, because she didn’t. It was just the choice of father she didn’t like.
On that very same day, after that exact conversation a large, skinny, muscular, black cat showed up in the clearing. He had an unknown scent to the apprentices, but to Dawnstripe his figure and scent were both all too familiar. Dawnstripe let out a hiss and nearly tore his face off before he could explain himself. She blamed him for the mistreatment of not only her, but their kits. Raja apologized to Dawnstripe and offered a home to both her and the kits. He offered to help train them to become the best they could be. She declined, saying that she was loyal to Shadowclan and nothing or no one else. And with that she took the kits back to camp. Lillypaw and her siblings didn’t really understand the confrontation that had taken place, but didn’t think much of it. They went back to the normal way of life…for them at least. Little did the tight bond family know that Raja had sworn to come back for all of them.
One day, long after Raja’s visit, Lillypaw went out with her sister, Violetpaw they were hunting near the Thunderpath. Raja once again appeared by himself and presented himself to his daughters. Violetpaw had always talked to Lillypaw about being excited to have finally met their father. And to be honest, Lillypaw was too. Unfortunately, Raja started to scare the girls and ended up threatening them. Knowing they would never be able to win in a fight against him, the took the “flight” and ran away from him, but he was much larger and had longer legs, he easily caught up to them. Violetpaw made the mistake of trying to change her direction and ran directly onto the Thunderpath, just as a monster roared by. Raja stopped in horror as he watched his daughter get hit by the monster. Thankfully Lillypaw was able to make it back to camp safely. She explained the story to her mother and siblings.
Asking the leader for help and support, a patrol followed Lillypaw to where Violetpaw had been killed. When they arrived, Raja was no where to be found, but Violetpaw’s mangled and lifeless body lay a few fox lengths from the Thunderpath. Raja’s scent surrounded her body. At least he had enough decency to pull her off the road. Dawnstripe broke down over the loss of her daughter. Some of the clan had warmed up to Dawnstripe and the kits, so they tried to comfort her, but to no avail. She swore to kill Raja the next time she saw him, which hopefully for him would be never. Lillypaw was deeply upset by the loss of her sister, especially because she had watched it happen and she knew that Violetpaw actually wanted to get to know Raja. Lillypaw now understood her mother’s hatred for the Rouge for she was starting to feel it too.
A few moons later Lillypaw went out with her other sister, Tulippaw, who had the honor of becoming the Medicine Cat apprentice. Lillypaw was helping Tulippaw gather herbs that were running low on the stock back at camp. And what do you know, once again Raja shows up. Surprise. Now, let it be known that Tulippaw was blind in one in and had to walk with a slight limp because of a fox attack. Lillypaw knew that she had to get her sister back to camp and away from this monster. But this time, it wasn’t just Raja. He had brought two “friends” with him. All they wanted to do was talk. Lillypaw started to back away from the three toms, as Raja explained that he only wanted his children to come live with him.
Lillypaw kindly declined and continued to back away with her sister. Tulippaw stepped on a twig which snapped, causing a bird to fly out of the nearby bushes. At that point both young, she- cats ran for their lives back towards camp. Before Raja could utter a command his two friends took off after them. The larger of the two quickly caught up to Tulippaw, who was running a little slower. He extended his paw and tried to grab her back leg, making her stumble more. Lillypaw had stopped running and was watching her sister, hoping Starclan would help her run faster. Before Lillypaw knew what was happening, the strong tom pounced on Tulippaw, and gave her a fatal blow to the head like she was a piece of prey. Lillypaw wasn’t far from the camp now and Raja had already called off the “hunt” long before Tulippaw died. Lillypaw wondered how he would react, but didn’t care to stick around. Running back to camp she found her mother and explained her story once more.
Another, larger patrol went out and found Tulippaw’s body, along with Raja’s “friend’s” lifeless body. Apparently Raja wasn’t too happy with him for killing his second daughter. This time was more emotional for Lillypaw and she could barely stand on her own feet. She couldn’t be near her sister’s body in the forest, but would not leave it when they had the vigil. Lillypaw began having nightmares and would run off to cry by herself and just have some time alone, to herself. She knew it was dangerous because Raja was still out there, but she didn’t care. Two parts of her were already dead, why not just let him take her out of her misery.
One morning coming back from patrol she heard whispers and gossip going around camp. Eventually she found out what the rumors were. The deputy had seen Dawnstripe and Lillypaw’s only surviving sibling, a brother, Falconpaw, leaving Shadowclan’s territory with Raja. With this news Lillypaw hit her all time low, she wouldn’t talk to anyone, unless spoken to first, she would only answer simple questions, she refused to talk to anyone about her family situation, she stayed clear of the nursery, kits, and younger cats, she was barely eating, and was in a major depression for a few weeks. The leader decided that some good news was in order for this young cat, who had experienced horrible tragedy after tragedy. The leader gave her the warrior name of Lillystem. After a few weeks of having her warrior name she began to cheer up a little bit on the outside and eventually turned into the happy cat everyone thinks she is today.
RP EXAMPLE!
Though he was easily becoming weaker with each limp, the tom pushed the thought of sleep far from his mind. With the pace he was going he was panting, the warm sun beating down on his splotched pelt. Every strand of fur that had been soaked from his swim across the river was just about dry now. Ottersplash slowed for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath. Determination pushed him onward. All he could think about was the hurt in Rowanheart's eyes. The hurt that he had caused.
He once more sped up his pace as he limped forward, following the she-cat's warm, sweet scent. Once he caught up to her he had no idea what he was going to say or do. He had a feeling that she could never forgive him. He had been so cruel and evil with his words, which was not like him. Still his fear and loneliness refused to let him tell the auburn she-cat how he truly felt. Once more he took another break, but didn't want to waste to much time. Ottersplash wanted Rowanheart to know that he was truly sorry and that he really cared for her.
He wanted to bound up to her, asking forgiveness and let her know how he really felt. Maybe he would gain enough courage to let her know. He prayed to Starclan for some guidance. As he continued his trek towards his one true love, her scent grew stronger. Along with her scent, the sound of running water grew louder. He hadn't really paid much attention to where he was heading, only that he was following Rowanheart. He slowed his pace, the scent of the she-cat and the sound of the crushing water running fear into his veins.
Slowly limping through the bushes he came into a clearing, which at first glance seemed to be empty. His gaze drifted around and rested on the large waterfall. Standing almost too close was Rowanheart. Ottersplash's heart immediately started racing. Great Starclan! Look what I've caused! She's so hurt that she's ready to join you! Please, please don't take her from me! He screamed in his head. Fear pulsed with each heartbeat. The running water was falling so fast and Rowanheart was standing so close. If she took one step, the rushing water would consume her and take her life. Ottersplash couldn't let that happen.
Yet, fear once more held him back. If he were to call out to her, to approach her who's to say she wouldn't be frightened and slip? Or even worse, purposely jump to make Ottersplash suffer half of what she had. Not wanting to lose any time he slowly limped forward, fear and concern clouded his vision. "Rowanheart!" His voice rasped quietly, the alls drowning out his call. He tried once more to find some sort of inner strength, all the time praying to Starclan she didn't slip or jump. He knew he would never be able to live with himself if something happened to her. If she were to fall or jump he would swiftly follow. "Rowanheart! Stop!!" He said, taking a few steps closer, but still a few foxlengths away from the she-cat. The tip of his tail twitched back and forth, waiting impatiently and cautiously for her reaction.
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