Post by circle on Apr 1, 2020 13:40:45 GMT -5
So keep your head up princess
before your crown falls...
LOCUSTSONG
Prefix Meaning: Locust after her pelt variation.
Suffix Meaning: Song after her silver tongue
Sex: female
Age: 36 moons
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Warrior
Role: Daywalker
Adopt Thread: Here
Last Character: Locustsong
You'll make it home.
THE BODY
Base Coat Color: Tan
Markings: Orange and brown tabby markings
Eye Color: Green
Body Size and Build: Small and lean. Locustsong is an agile dagger rather than a hefty broadsword.
Fur Length and Texture: Short and sleek fur that's soft to the touch.
Additional Physical Traits: A narrow face and sharp pointed ears she always looks rather severe. Long legs and a slim build.
Health and Scars: Healthy
Full Appearance Description: Locustsong is long legged and slim, not built as a fighter but rather more like a walking breeze. Her tan coat with its sandy markings of orange and brown scattered throughout make her light fur perfect for disappearing among the dunes of Duneclan. Her features are sharp and her expressions often reflect this when she pays no attention towards softening them.
Base Coat Color: Tan
Markings: Orange and brown tabby markings
Eye Color: Green
Body Size and Build: Small and lean. Locustsong is an agile dagger rather than a hefty broadsword.
Fur Length and Texture: Short and sleek fur that's soft to the touch.
Additional Physical Traits: A narrow face and sharp pointed ears she always looks rather severe. Long legs and a slim build.
Health and Scars: Healthy
Full Appearance Description: Locustsong is long legged and slim, not built as a fighter but rather more like a walking breeze. Her tan coat with its sandy markings of orange and brown scattered throughout make her light fur perfect for disappearing among the dunes of Duneclan. Her features are sharp and her expressions often reflect this when she pays no attention towards softening them.
THE IDENTITY
Positive Traits:
Loyal, Charismatic, Intelligent, Clever, Protective
Neutral Traits:
Perceptive, Independent, Disciplined, Discreet
Negative Traits:
Petty, Callous, Controlling, Possessive, Manipulative
Full Trait Description: She is callous and dismissive of others pain, concern, or woes. She cares personally for those she has taken into her carefully guarded regard and those outside it are watched with a shrewd cold eye. She is possessive of those within the pack and vicious about anything she sees as missteps. Unlike Dingotooth she doesn't outwardly show much emotion or connection to any of them though they all know she would kill for any of them is they only asked it of her. Would hide any misdeeds and forgive horrible grievances for those within the pack.
Strengths:
Stealth, Flexibility, Hunting, Speed
Normals:
Eyesight, Hearing, Smelling, Attack
Weaknesses:
Defense, Climbing, Swimming, Jumping
Loves: Dawn, Quiet, The Pack
Likes: (optional)
Dislikes: (optional)
Hates: (optional)
Fears: (optional)
Secrets: (optional)
Dreams: (optional)
Positive Traits:
Loyal, Charismatic, Intelligent, Clever, Protective
Neutral Traits:
Perceptive, Independent, Disciplined, Discreet
Negative Traits:
Petty, Callous, Controlling, Possessive, Manipulative
Full Trait Description: She is callous and dismissive of others pain, concern, or woes. She cares personally for those she has taken into her carefully guarded regard and those outside it are watched with a shrewd cold eye. She is possessive of those within the pack and vicious about anything she sees as missteps. Unlike Dingotooth she doesn't outwardly show much emotion or connection to any of them though they all know she would kill for any of them is they only asked it of her. Would hide any misdeeds and forgive horrible grievances for those within the pack.
Strengths:
Stealth, Flexibility, Hunting, Speed
Normals:
Eyesight, Hearing, Smelling, Attack
Weaknesses:
Defense, Climbing, Swimming, Jumping
Loves: Dawn, Quiet, The Pack
Likes: (optional)
Dislikes: (optional)
Hates: (optional)
Fears: (optional)
Secrets: (optional)
Dreams: (optional)
THE PAST
Locustsong was born to a Daywalker mother named Cypress- and a no named father. The sole daughter of an older she-cat that's previous litter had been stillborn. Many assumed Cypress- cursed by the gods for transgressions they didn't know but loved to debate on. It brought attention to little Locustkit who wasn't the largest or healthiest kit. She faced cold shoulders from those around her and was chastised heavily by the older cats. Other mothers often warned their own children to be wary of Locustkit and her unknown parentage. Her mother was ostracized but seemed unbothered by the fact and it drove Locustkit to rage. Desperate to escape the stigma Locustkit schemed.
She watched obsessively those who still lowered themselves to interact with her mother and tried to puzzle out if her father really was a cursed tom. It was with this obsessive observation she noted her freedom. A tom who seemed to take great delight in tormenting her mother. Locustkit approached him with all the grace of a kit still fighting to find her way in the world. Convincing him to help her escape her mother by claiming her as his own. After a few meetings the tom finally did so, the daywalker nemesis of his mother claiming Locustkit was a product of a union he had with Cypress- that the she-cat then regretted.
Locustkit was not privy to exactly occurred but soon cats were calling her a 'poor dear' and saying 'what nasty business' and Cypress- was no longer around. Having realized her daughter had turned her back on her for a tom who hated her just as much as she hated him. Cypress- simply disappeared one night, her starved dehydrated body found a moon later, though no one tells this to Locustkit until long after she becomes a trainee. But the damage was done and Locustkit would never forget the pain and stigmatization of her kithood, determined to prove everyone wrong. Fanaticaly devoted to the principals of Duneclan and punishing those who dared so carelessly make the same mistakes her mother made.
She became a trainee with all the enthusiasm of one who was already jaded towards the freedom of adulthood and bitter for what she saw as the failings of those around her. She listened to what she was told but she watched others with shrewd calculation as she weighed whether they were truly telling her what she needed to know. She created a bubble around herself that others were afraid to breach in fear of her callous words.
It wasn't broken until a few brave souls dared encroach her space and start speaking with her. And she formed an unbreakable bond with them, a bond that would carry her through her bitter idealizations and sharpen her into something not quite like the bitter broken thing she used to be. At times she looks back towards her trainee years and feels almost like she signed her soul away on the dotted line.
For the devotion she feels towards these cats that became her whole world is possessive and dangerous at times. Even Locustsong can recognize that and yet she would not change anything about it. She has set her path and will walk along it until the end, surrounded by those who dared see past her brittle shell when she was a trainee. Those who she passed her trail alongside and who she would see live forever if she could.
But adulthood was a different beast, and Locustsong as much as she hates to think on it, must realize that life is a complicated twisting maze. One that will cause even the most devoted to become lost on their path. She will need to keep her wits about her to whether this journey with the same principles she had beginning it.
Locustsong was born to a Daywalker mother named Cypress- and a no named father. The sole daughter of an older she-cat that's previous litter had been stillborn. Many assumed Cypress- cursed by the gods for transgressions they didn't know but loved to debate on. It brought attention to little Locustkit who wasn't the largest or healthiest kit. She faced cold shoulders from those around her and was chastised heavily by the older cats. Other mothers often warned their own children to be wary of Locustkit and her unknown parentage. Her mother was ostracized but seemed unbothered by the fact and it drove Locustkit to rage. Desperate to escape the stigma Locustkit schemed.
She watched obsessively those who still lowered themselves to interact with her mother and tried to puzzle out if her father really was a cursed tom. It was with this obsessive observation she noted her freedom. A tom who seemed to take great delight in tormenting her mother. Locustkit approached him with all the grace of a kit still fighting to find her way in the world. Convincing him to help her escape her mother by claiming her as his own. After a few meetings the tom finally did so, the daywalker nemesis of his mother claiming Locustkit was a product of a union he had with Cypress- that the she-cat then regretted.
Locustkit was not privy to exactly occurred but soon cats were calling her a 'poor dear' and saying 'what nasty business' and Cypress- was no longer around. Having realized her daughter had turned her back on her for a tom who hated her just as much as she hated him. Cypress- simply disappeared one night, her starved dehydrated body found a moon later, though no one tells this to Locustkit until long after she becomes a trainee. But the damage was done and Locustkit would never forget the pain and stigmatization of her kithood, determined to prove everyone wrong. Fanaticaly devoted to the principals of Duneclan and punishing those who dared so carelessly make the same mistakes her mother made.
She became a trainee with all the enthusiasm of one who was already jaded towards the freedom of adulthood and bitter for what she saw as the failings of those around her. She listened to what she was told but she watched others with shrewd calculation as she weighed whether they were truly telling her what she needed to know. She created a bubble around herself that others were afraid to breach in fear of her callous words.
It wasn't broken until a few brave souls dared encroach her space and start speaking with her. And she formed an unbreakable bond with them, a bond that would carry her through her bitter idealizations and sharpen her into something not quite like the bitter broken thing she used to be. At times she looks back towards her trainee years and feels almost like she signed her soul away on the dotted line.
For the devotion she feels towards these cats that became her whole world is possessive and dangerous at times. Even Locustsong can recognize that and yet she would not change anything about it. She has set her path and will walk along it until the end, surrounded by those who dared see past her brittle shell when she was a trainee. Those who she passed her trail alongside and who she would see live forever if she could.
But adulthood was a different beast, and Locustsong as much as she hates to think on it, must realize that life is a complicated twisting maze. One that will cause even the most devoted to become lost on their path. She will need to keep her wits about her to whether this journey with the same principles she had beginning it.
THESE VOICES IN YOUR HEAD WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL