Echocall | F | Mistclan

[bluebird]

Echocall Female Thirteen Moons Bisexual Mistclan Warrior "Me? Say something sarcastic? Never. Appearance Her distinct silvery-blue fur and green eyes are the source of her name Echo, as her mother thought that she looked like a mini version of her father. Large and pointed ears compliment her angular face, large eyes, and strong nose well. Her build is tall and lean, with a tail that would drag on the ground if she let it hang so low. She takes care of her short fur well, and likes to think that its rather soft. Personality Despite being young Echocall has never been one to jump nose-first into a situation. She prefers to investigate situations with a careful eye, poking and prodding, before involving herself. That being said, her mind tends to run at the speed of a rabbits heart rate, and running into the wrong conclusion is a pitfall she struggles with. Quiet, both in step and voice, she often lets her thoughts go unspoken. The odd sarcastic comment does slip out from time to time, though she may deny her intent if questioned. Loyal to what she believes is right, not necessarily what the code says or her clan, she is steadfast in her beliefs. Hard to rattle or shake, those who do will find an angry streak waiting to claw its way out and sink its fangs into anyone in its way. Echo cares for her clan and the cats within (even if kits do have the ability to annoy her in seconds). Her morals are questionable when it comes to what she would be willing to do to protect either herself or her loved ones. Starclan to her is a guiding presence, but not necessarily word of law by default. She would much rather follow a leader she trusts than some ethereal starry ancestors. History Born as the only surviving kit of a large litter her early life was often literally overshadowed by a mother intent on protecting her. As she grew older, she also grew sneakier due to this. Camp was large and interesting and if she snuck out to watch the apprentices and warriors go about their day while her mother napped, well, no one needed to know otherwise. During her time as an apprentice she was something of a work focused joykill. She was, like so many fresh 'paws before her, to be the best apprentice there had ever been. As the moons accrued however her dreams crashed and became more realistic. Her adventures as a kit had helped to teach her how to stay light on her toes, but patience was never her strong suit which made long hunting trips feel so much larger and uneventful then they really were.