[WestClan Queen] Larksong

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NAME: Larksong
AGE: 35 moons (newleaf)
GENDER: She-Cat
CLAN: WestClan
RANK: Queen

DESCRIPTION:
Still a gorgeous patch tabby with white, even with seasons of warrior experience behind her, Larksong is a strong, nimble she-cat. Browns, grays, and creams splotch across her thick, long fur, hidden underneath large tabby stripes. Golden, almond-shaped eyes observe the world with a gentle sort of calm. Her tail, long and furry, is ringed with many solid bands, making it appear almost completely black. Larksong has large, pointed ears, with tufts of fur on their tips. Her chest, belly, and each paw are a snowy-white, and a white marking dots her muzzle, right above her pink nose.
She is well-muscled with moons of fighting, with the occasional scar hidden beneath her long fur. The worst of her scars is a ragged, long-healed gash from shoulder to hip, that she received while chasing off a snake. Even with three kits to care for in the middle of a harsh leaf-bare, Larksong takes special care of her coat—it is always shiny and well-groomed.

PERSONALITY:
Larksong is a generous and kind she-cat, driven by altruism and a strong sense of duty to her Clan and family. Her gentle personality, however, does not make her weak. In fact, the same attributes that make her compassionate make her a formidable fighter. Her teeth and claws are forever sharp in the defense of her beloved Clan, and she is as ready to prove it as she is to care for her Clan.

Even with three kits to care for in the middle of a harsh leaf-bare, Larksong takes special care of her coat—it is always shiny and well-groomed, but not out of vanity. She cares for it out of a sense of pride and responsibility, which she hopes to pass down to her kits. While there is nothing more important to her than the well-being of her kits, she still longs to return to her Warrior duties. She has proven to be a protective, caring, and good mother to her first litter.

HISTORY:
She was born to two WestClan warriors at the peak of newleaf. Her mother gave her the name “Larkkit,” after her brown and cream patch tabby fur, reminiscent of the pretty songbirds enjoying the gorgeous season. As a kit, she showed a lot of interest in the affairs of the Warriors, which oftentimes got her into trouble, because she would sneak out of the nursery after them on their missions and patrols.

She settled down a little when she was made an apprentice at six moons. Larkpaw’s mentor was a newly made Warrior, and his nervousness at taking on the bubbly Larkpaw made her feel bad for him; as a result, she tried her best to behave for him. She was a kind and gentle apprentice, a quick learner, and a solid fighter. Shortly before her twelfth moon, Larkpaw and two other apprentices killed a large snake that was preying on kits that wandered too far from the nursery.

That sunhigh, her and the two other apprentices were made into warriors, and she was given the name “Larksong.” For many moons, she was a loyal and successful warrior who never even had the thought of putting a pawstep outside the warrior code. That was until about fifteen moons after she became a warrior—when she met the loner tom named Finn. They fell in love quickly, and Larksong would often sneak off into the territory beyond the swamps where he lived. For a number of moons, the two of them met in secret, although many members of WestClan had a pretty clear idea of what was going on.

When she became pregnant, it was not hard to guess who the father of the kits were. But it was within Larksong’s right to keep the father’s name to herself, and she never told anyone directly. Regardless, the visits to the loner stopped, and Larksong gave birth to her first, and likely last, litter of three kits; Otterkit, Foxkit, and Fawnkit. It was, and still is, Larksong’s decision to not tell her kits about their father.

RELATIONSHIPS:
Finn; mate?, Loner (status unknown)
Otterkit; son
Foxkit; son
Fawnkit; daughter

OTHER:
Larksong Picture

[Durango]

Accepted.