Larkbeat

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Larkbeat Female 25 Moons Heterosexual, Aromantic Ivyclan Warrior "GAY" Appearance Larkbeat is a tortoiseshell. Her pelt sprouts more orange than anything else, but also carries the grey, black, and white with it. Her eyes are a dull, light, Olive coloured green, and her paw pads, ear insides, and nose is a light pink. Larkbeat's build is extremely tiny and underweight, and the tip of her ears reach to the shoulders of every other average-height feline. Larkbeat's tail is also shorter than most, about half the length of an average one, and the length of her fur is extremely thin. In addition, Larkbeat also carries with her some disabilities: the most obvious is a limp on her back, right leg from a fall from a tree as a kit. In addition, her front paws are free of claws. Her lower haunches have some patches bare of fur from the fire, and also along her haunches are multiple thin scars that are completely covered by her fur (excluding the bare patches), and her skin carries slight patches of vitiligo, mostly on her front, left leg and her legs. Like mentioned, however, only her limp is noticeable as the bare patches will eventually grow back, hiding. Personality Larkbeat is quite the collection of personality traits, and it ranges and changes along with the day. Usually the feline is calm and diplomatic around members outside of her clan, giving a false appearance to anybody outside of the clan. However, she goes up and down like a roller coaster. She is slow to loose her temper some days, and other days, she can be riled up by the smallest things. She is a strict follower of the warrior code and is easily bothered when others fail to hold up their end. She is quick to judge others by the sudden, but feeling she develops upon moments of laying eyes on them. If she has a bad start, even if is just from a quick glance over, she will not hesitate to show this even if they have done nothing wrong in the first place. This often can make her seem to be bratty and cliquey. History Larkkit didn't quite understand the dangers of the world as a kit. As a child, she left the camp for an 'adventure,' but before she knew it, she had gotten herself nice and lost in twolegplace. Eventually she broke her leg and twolegs took her in as a kittypet, declawing her front paws and fixing her. At the age of eight moons, she returned back to the clan, trained to become a warrior.