Post by bee on Jan 2, 2012 6:50:36 GMT -5
lilypaw
LIVE WITHOUT PRETENDING
LOVE WITHOUT DEPENDING
LISTEN WITHOUT DEFENDING
SPEAK WITHOUT OFFENDING
LIVE WITHOUT PRETENDING
LOVE WITHOUT DEPENDING
LISTEN WITHOUT DEFENDING
SPEAK WITHOUT OFFENDING
name...lilypaw
age...eight moons
gender...female
clan...tigerclan
position...apprentice
species...bengal tiger
appearance...This Bengal tigress is a lithe young thing and the spitting image of her mother. Her limbs are proportionate to her body, but because they are slender, they appear slightly longer than they actually are. Her slight, wiry frame allows her to be exceptionally rapid and agile, making up for the fact that her lack of bulk and thick muscle don't aid her much in battle. She relies mainly on velocity of movement and her ability to dodge.
One of her more noticeable traits is the rosy-orange base colouration of her fur. Though not vibrantly pink, the orange has a distinct blush to it that contrasts rather nicely with the dark chocolate brown of her stripes. The lines are quite neat, as if each and every one was a brushstroke deliberately painted onto her pelt.
Lilypaw's ears are rounded and tipped in deep brown where her stripes come up to meet them. They are almost always perked up, making the long, soft fluff stand out visible, and are average in length. She has short white whiskers, but in abundance, that stick out from her slim maw.
Her tail is long, barely noticeably flatter at the tip due to a minor accident, and the exception to her clean stripes. The stripes are rather convoluted and twist down her tail, ending in a dark brown, almost black tip, much the opposite of her legs, which end in creamy white paws.
True to her personality, this tigress has very expressive eyes. These bright golden orbs attract a lot of attention to her face. They are larger than average, slanted ever so slightly, and always seem to be dancing with playfulness, like sunlight reflected off rippling water. Their roundness gives her a constant, subtle look of inquisitiveness and surprise. Though she is an open book through her actions, her eyes never fail to convey her emotions.
personality...If you’ve ever experienced a warm ray of sunshine on a dreary day, Lilypaw is just that. Endlessly cheerful, she could only be described as being an optimist, and always looks for the bright side of every situation. Sadness is her kryptonite; if ever anyone’s feeling down, she will stop at nothing to try and cheer them up. She cares more about others’ problems than her own, and can’t stand the thought of leaving someone in their misery. The thought of being the cause of someone’s misery absolutely kills her.
With such a propitious outlook on life, one can infer that Lilypaw is rather naïve. She is blissfully ignorant of the dangers of life, and holds close the belief that everyone and everything has a good side. She is trusting – too trusting, even – and, likewise, very trustworthy. To her, every little thing is a miracle, and you’ll often find her mindlessly bounding around just because she’s suddenly aware of how wonderful grass is.
Being outgoing and bubbly, she doesn’t leave much room for shame or for thinking ahead. Quite often her choices are a spur-of-the-moment thing. She’s impulsive and will do something if it seems like a good idea at the time. Luckily, she lives life without regret, preferring to twist unfortunate events into the best situation possible. Her adventurous nature makes her open to many things and she’s not known for being a stickler for rules. She’s really quite fearless, even if failure is inevitable.
Lilypaw believes that life cannot be lived alone. Her ideals are that a system cannot function without co-dependence, that two heads are better than one. She’s always looking for a second opinion, someone to go hunting with, or just someone to talk to. She’d be the one girl that goes up to the kid with no friends and strikes up a conversation, no matter what others thought of it. If there is one thing she fears, it’s being alone.
Life is a game to her. Because it always appears as if she’s dancing in euphoria, one may wonder what it would take to knock her down to the other side of the emotional spectrum. Anger is a concept lost to her, and though she isn’t a stranger to bloodshed or harsh words, no matter how minor they may have been, she just isn’t able to understand how someone could ever be so unhappy with someone or something that they would harm or be vengeful because of it.
Sweet, naïve little Lilypaw wouldn’t see romance coming her way if it danced naked in front of her and bit her on the nose. She just never thinks about it. She likes to think of everyone as a friend, and if anyone ever confronted her about her feelings or theirs, she would be truly lost for an answer. Sometimes it’s wondered if she could ever take anything seriously because it seems as if she puts so much time and energy into being so utterly gleeful all the time that she doesn’t spend it thinking of other things. For instance, how to improve her fighting abilities, or to stop hesitating every time she hunts because she’s scared of causing too much pain for the prey; never mind romance. It’s completely plausible that this is a source of annoyance for her elders, and a source of distress for anyone that may have the misfortune of falling for her.
history...Some offspring resemble one parent or the other, or are an apparent mix of the two. In this case, Lilykit greatly resembles her mother. A wiry, beautiful queen, though soft-spoken, she was wise, and many often turned to her for advice. Her mate was a strong male who carried with him such an air of confidence and authority that it was nearly impossible not to admire him. Admire him the Clan did, and he knew it, too. This pair was an important asset to the Clan, and their long-anticipated litter was due at any given moment.
It was a pleasant balmy evening when the queen began kitting; the sun was beginning to dip low into the rosy sky, and the birthing had come a little earlier than expected, but their mother had made sure it was well-prepared for. By the time the sun was resting on the tree-line and its light was bleeding through the gaps between the densely-packed branches, three healthy cubs were born.
Well, two of them were healthy. There was a large male who immediately began to feed, and an energetic, albeit small female with her pelt a colour as if it had been taken from the evening sky itself. The last was a second male - the weak, snowy white runt, the odd one out, Shrikekit. As soon as the weak cub tried to feed, the older male tried to push him away. However, Lilykit, the tiny female, was content with sharing a space with her even tinier brother, and thus began the lives of the three cubs.
Lilykit, as delicate and pink-hued as the flower she was named for as a newborn cub, grew healthier each day alongside her two brothers. Even Shrikekit began to take on some weight and mass. But he was still the runt of the litter, and the Clan wouldn’t let him forget it. They, especially their older, much stronger brother, made fun of his small stature, but Lilykit didn’t tag along with them. Though she wasn’t around to hear the insults that were jabbed at him, she stayed by his side when he came back dejected and frustrated with the world, acting goofy and cracking jokes – anything to try and cheer him up. She didn’t, and doesn’t know if it works, but as it goes, the two developed a close bond. Lilykit was always willing to lend an ear when their father didn’t, and their mother didn’t seem to notice there was a problem at all, because everyone was so careful not to let her hear the things that were being said about her cub.
It wasn’t long before Lilykit wanted to explore beyond the walls of the fallen tree. When she did, she was awe-stricken by the beauty and grandeur of the world outside, of the fact that there was so much more above her than the low, brown ceiling of the nursery, of the sparkling water that surrounded them, even of the flying insects that scudded through the air.
It was only until they reached about five moons of age that Shrikekit caught up and surpassed Lilypaw in size. And with every day that passed, Lilykit developed a closer and closer resemblance to her mother. They shared the same wiry, slender body, lean limbs, and slender face. She took her father’s dark chocolate stripes, and darkened by her mother’s raven black ones, the colour difference was near indiscernible. Every other detail, save for Lilykit’s rose-kissed pelt, was down to a tee: narrow shoulders, unusually long tail, large, round eyes rimmed in black, and even their berry-pink noses.
Perhaps their mother subconsciously favoured her, or simply because of her optimistic mindset, but luck always seemed to favour her, and she grew up without a negative thought crossing her innocent mind. All was well and fine with her, while she was still a young cub. Her constant aura of cheerfulness put a smile on everyone’s faces and she could easily lift anyone’s mood with just a simple hello in her sweet, lilting voice. Her amazement with the entire world was charming, and whenever someone taught her something, the look in her bright yellow eyes was so admiring, it could make anyone feel like the most important feline in the Clan.
But when she was apprenticed, her habit of being easily distracted had not gone unnoticed, especially when she forgot about a hunting task she was given because a particularly large and beautifully-patterned butterfly had flitted past her nose. Now, at eight moons, Lilypaw still has a fascination with the world that only someone with a mind as untainted as hers could possess.
