Lark... Pickles and Sparks? Wait who are they??

Character Name: Pickles ~ Lark ~ Sparks

Gender: Female

Clan/Group{if any}: Loner

Rank{if any}: Would be a warrior, but just turned.

Appearance:

Pickles is a bright eyed young cat, her tail is always held high and her ears are always forward. Pickles' fur is almost always in a tangled mess. Lark is a dewy eyed cat, her yellow green eyes seem to sparkle in the moonlight, and her fur shimmers in the sun. Sparks fur seems to stand on end, as if there is an electric charge running through it. Sparks has livid eyes, that radiate power and fury- you absolutely don't want to mess with this cat by the looks of things.

Personality:

Pickles: Pickles is an excitable cat, who gets existed over the simplest of things. She isn't a good fighter, or hunter for that matter, but she makes up for it with her boundless energy. She is wild eyed, and she loves to run around, getting enjoyment from almost anything. She is as crazy as her name, and comes up with the most absurd theories of how the world works. She is amused and amazed by the most simple of things, and once she has found out your hiding something there is nothing in this world, or any other, that can stop her from getting it out of you. She talks very fast, and surprisingly can say many sentences without a breath in between.

Lark: Lark is a calm and collective cat, she is quiet and shy, and speaks very softly. Her eyes sometimes seems to be half closed, as if she were sleepy. She likes being outside at night, looking at the stars. Her calm mindset is very influential and she can easily calm others down. She is very pretty, and she says the most sensible things that you almost can't help but agree with her. She hates being wrong, and can be stubborn at times, but she will listen to others opinons. She has trust issues, and is very cautious of others, but after a while she may trust you... a little. Lark is an amazing hunter, and she loves to swim, making her a great fisher, but she isn't good at fighting or even arguing for that fact of the matter.

Sparks: Sparks is... well... Sparky. She has a fiery attitude that always seems to rear it's head. Her fiery temper sparks up when ever the wrong said, or done, and you don't want to face her tongue- or her claws. She is a great fighter, and doesn't mind showing her skills. She has a huge fear of water, and will do just about anything to avoid it. She always seeks revenge, and there is not forgetting with her, and especially no forgiving. She will go out of her way to get back at you, and she sometimes takes it over the top. Instead of a usual hi or even a whats up she will give you a harsh "What do you want?" Or maybe just a burning glare if your lucky.
** Sparks is a little crazy, and could easily be turned evil with the right influence.

History: Lark was born in an unstable situation, her mother was a slave, and her father a murderer. Her father beat her even when she was a kit, and she only lived because she was the strongest in the litter. During her third moon Lark started to explore the area around her nest. She found a creepy yet dark crevice, and in her explorations she hit her head and knocked herself out. Meanwhile her sisters, Sparks and Pickles challenged Lark's father telling him to leave their mother alone when she was on the ground bloody and beaten. They had stayed with their mother because it was soon that their father would come back, but Lark had went exploring anyway. When Lark returned she was just in time to see her sisters take their final breaths, their bodies bloody and broken. With their last breaths the three sisters became one, and Lark built walls up around her to protect herself from her father. Her father, when he saw her return, beat her as well but not nearly severely as her sisters and she barely managed to live. Her mother nursed Lark back to health, but she was never quite the same. Lark's mother always told her only daughter that her sisters were with her always, that they would never leave her, whenever the kit cried in the night. Lark and her mother ran away from her abusive father when she was 8 moons, and they hid in secrecy far away from him. During this time Lark learned how to hunt and fight to some extent, but her mother always would wonder where the young cat disappeared to for weeks on end. The problem was Lark didn't know, all she knew was suddenly she wasn't where she was last, and frequently she would have to follow the stars back to where her and her mother were last. During these periods her mother never left their spot. On one such occasion Lark was making her way back when she heard a yowl. She ran forward, and found her mother, dead at the feet of her blood thirsty father. She leaped at him, but he just directed a blow to her head, knocking her unconscious. When she came to she realized she was in a pool of blood, which wasn't hers. Looking downwards she found herself staring at her father as he took his last breath. She realized then what she had done, and that she couldn't remember a thing that had happened. This scared her, but also amazed her, she wondered how she could have done that without actually fighting, as far as she knew she didn't even get one swat in. To this day these events confuse her, as she travels she tries to figure out where these blackouts come from, and where they come from.