Lilypaw ++ Done

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Name:
Lilypaw

Age:
7

Gender:
She-Cat

Desired Clan:
ForestClan

Desired Position:
Apprentce

Personality:
Lilypaw's most vivid quality is her energy. It comes to her in never ending bounds and leaps, covering everything else about her with a sheen like dancing light. She had plenty of other personality traits, but they just dull in comparison to the movement within her, the gleam that always fills her eyes. She loves most of all to run through the woods, to run anywhere. She uses racing and motion as her therapy; after a good session she feels happy and fulfilled. It is also her addiction, however healthy, and if she does not have her exercise any given morning she becomes jumpy and irritable all through that day, or at least until she gets out and starts racing around.

Lilypaw is playful to an extent. She likes batting a little ball of moss to a kit once or twice, but if the younger one returns again and again the apprentice gets somewhat annoyed. She enjoys hanging out with others her own age more than kits or adults, which of course is normal for any cat. She is an easy going friend, not demanding too much of her comrades. She can usually tell if another cat is getting frustrated with her and will go off and do her own thing. The apprentice is not easy to train because of her abundance of over-the-top excitement. Getting her to sit down and listen is quite the task, and once she's paying attention she starts to squirm around and fidget. If she does take in the information, though, she is good at using her endless flow of energy, channeling it into any particular task.

Lilypaw has her secret, though, and it is quite the secret. Because of her tragic past, every movement, every pawstep and every sparkle of laughter, hurts her terribly.

Physical Description:
Lilypaw is an adorable cat by any standards. Her fur is a peachy orange and cream pattern, stripes of darker tangerine on a yellow white. Altogether, her tabby fur looks sunny, covered in warm, bright hues. Her chest and paws are dipped in a color so pale it is nearly pure alabaster. Looking at her appearance is a happy experience, brightening sullen moods.

Her chin is also pearly, below a light pink nose, dainty and delicate on Lilypaw's muzzle. Pale green eyes provide a bit of contrast to her otherwise citrus features. Her whiskers are short and plentiful, curling down just a bit at the tips. Little ears, always perked up to try to catch some sound, adorn the top of her small head.

Her face is not the only part of her that could be described as small. She is undersized for her age, though no one knows why. If one looks closely at her underbelly, scars are hidden in the soft fur. Thin lines, pink and nearly invisible against her skin, show the injuries she carries, the ones that try to keep her from freely moving. Silly injuries, there's no chance for them to succeed in disabling this particular cat.

Picture:
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History:
Lilypaw's past is tragic through and through, beginning from the very day her mother met her father, though the poor she-cat had no idea. A ForestClanner all her life, Lightfur had no idea of the dangers and cruelties of cats beyond her Clan. That was the very kind of cat Fang liked best. He pretended to fall in love with her, and by the look in her eyes he knew that he was doing everything perfectly. She simply couldn't stop thinking about him, and she was delighted when she bore two of his kits - Lilykit, she named the girl, and the boy Poolkit. They were all happy, and one night, in the blackness, she stole the kits away to meet their father.

Fang was not the dark-but-loving rogue he pretended so convincingly to be. He waited for her to get there, then attacked. He injured the innocent kits first so they wouldn't be able to get away, then slowly killed Lightfur in front of them. Sure they would die of their injuries before they were found, he left the two bleeding on the forest floor along with the limp body of their mother. They cried for help, but none came. Eventually Poolkit's sobs slowed and stopped, and he too lay still, not breathing or talking. In panic, Lilykit dragged herself back to camp.

She managed to get there - she still doesn't know how - and the medicine cat healed her as best he was able. She spent a moon in his den, afraid all the time that she would have to learn the herbs herself. But she ended up recovering enough to still move around, and insisted on going into warrior training. She runs around, never letting on to anyone how much her old scars hurt her. She sometimes still worries that her father will come back for her, not knowing that he died for messing with the wrong cat not terribly long after killing her family.

IC:
The silence lingered in the air, but was just beginning to fall away. The night's secrets were fading, flushed away from their hiding places by the pink light of early dawn. The sun had not yet risen, but its reflected rays gave the sky a light look, and the new day a frosty, refreshing feel. Every day should start this beautifully, with puffs of perfect cloud dusting the sky just enough to give the full effect of oranges and reds. The stars were twinkling out in the west as the brightness grew in the east. Not all days began with such a spectacle, as Lilypaw knew well. She was out, racing between trees and through little clearings morning after morning, felling the rush of the wind and the chill of the brisk breeze.

She smiled as she ran, but to herself, focusing all physical thoughts on her paws as they carried her so quickly through the woods. She'd long before perfected the precise art of breathing deeply while she ran, filling her lungs up with the crisp air. Five pawsteps she filled her chest with the vital wind; five pawsteps she let it out. In, out, in out. Her whole being fell into the pattern, and when she next looked eastward, her green orbs were surprised to see the glare of the white-hot sun.

Code:
Whisper

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haha.

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

I said barely started, didn't I? I'm waiting for a burst of muse to come upon me...

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Lol, 'kay. Could you start a thread in HeatherClan camp? For Ambergaze and Mirrorpaw?

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Did so! *Oh apprentice, come hither*

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*moves*