Character Name: Larkspur
Character Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Larkspur is a medium-sized she-cat, built rangy and lean instead of slender. She is certainly not the fragile type: her haunches are well-muscled and her shoulders are broad with strength. Her pelt, a short and mousy chocolate tabby, is nothing to be particularly proud of, but it shines with health and careful grooming. Creamy white mottles her stomach, toes, and even licks at her chin, offsetting the deep green of her narrow eyes. Her hide is criss-crossed with battlescars, including a long one running across the left half of her jaw, leaving that side of her mouth useless. She has blunt facial features, a square muzzle, and a wideset stare.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
---Likes (at least 3): quietness, physical combat, kits
--- Dislikes (at least 3): pity, weaklings, violence
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): understanding, perceptive, stoic, intelligent, sees beauty in everything
---Weaknesses (At least 3): short temper, insecurity, paranoia
Larkspur is an odd set of contradictions. She's soft-spoken, level-headed, and calm most of the time, but she also loves the thrill of physical combat (despite her hatred of violence) and is easily antagonized by stares or, even worse, cats who avoid eye contact. She has a fiery wit and a sharp tongue if you get on her bad side, but is very compassionate and kind if you have the good fortune to be her friend.
She's extremely sensitive about the scar over her muzzle, as it leaves half of her lip hanging loose and inert, making speech very difficult for her. Over the months, she's managed to talk around it, but it's still a slurred sound and it makes her hate her weakness. She can just about eat for herself, but she has to first break the prey into smaller portions with her front teeth and then push them with her tongue into the back of her mouth to chew them with her molars, and she's very touchy about this.
History (8 or more sentences): Larkspur was one of the best fighting apprentices of her age group, and when she became a warrior she was always on the front line of battle. Even when there were no scuffles for her to partake in, she would always go on adventures with her friends to explore the forest, which resulted in the patchwork of scars on her flanks.
When she was about 14 moons old, she and her best friend, Falonstripe, made a trip to the Thunderpath in which a monster hit them. Larkspur dragged herself and Falconstripe back to camp by some miracle (to this day, she still attributes her survival to some miracle of Starclan) and was revived. Falconstripe, however, was not so lucky. Larkspur had done nothing but drag his mangled corpse back to camp. Larkspur, however, escaped with a couple of broken ribs and half of her face nearly ripped off.
After a few moons the broken skin healed over cleanly, leaving her with nothing but a pathological terror of the Thunderpath and a useless lip.
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