Post by Heathclaw on Jul 28, 2010 23:18:46 GMT -5
Name: Lightheart
Gender: Male
Age: 23 Moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: Darkpaw
Love Interest: Nightflower. It's complicated.
Kin: None known. (He was found as an abandoned kit)
Description: Lightheart is a white-colored tom (hence the "light"), mixed with patches of black. All four of his paws and his entire back right leg is dipped in black, along with the tip of his tail and the tops of his ears, and one black inkspot around his left eye. His fur is naturally short, which keeps it from tangling into things or sticking together. Unfortunately, his fur coloration also makes hunting a chore, except in Leaf-bare, when its freezing.
A relatively young warrior, Lightheart has just about reached his full size, give or take an inch or two. He's not a very strong cat and doesn't boast a muscular appearance, but his focus on flexibility and speed training have strengthened certain muscles, particularly around the chest and back legs. As a result of this, Lightheart has developed a streamlined appearance similar to that of a WindClan cat, only longer and more compact.
His facial expressions vary rapidly but usually revert to some form of sly amusement. His yellow eyes constantly glow with a sort of delighted mischief, a little mirthful spark that he’s had since kithood. As a final note, his whiskers and tail are a bit longer than average, which helps him maintain his balance for his warrior duties, among other pursuits.
Personality: Lightheart is a certified rascal, and proud of it. He has a trait that one doesn’t expect among ShadowClan cats: A huge sense of humor that isn't overly dark or malicious, although it can be a little twisted. For Lightheart, life is a game, where the object is to cause as much laughter as possible.
Lightheart is almost constantly energetic, cheerful, and talkative; positively kitlike, bringing a source of levity to every situation, whether it’s wanted or not. He has a witty tongue, often cracking jokes about the other clans, kittypets, and sometimes even his clanmates.
With his quick body and quicker mind, Lightheart has the potential to be a fine warrior who's respected throughout his clan, but it seems he'd much rather be a clown. He has a tendency to neglect his warrior duties in favor of planning his schemes, and has already served several punishments for his flippant nature. Despite this, he does have some useful skills, including the ability to mimic the voices of other cats, an affinity for squeezing into unlikely places, and an aptitude for sneaking around without making a sound.
Lightheart probably knows where the line is, since he hasn't been thrown out of the clan yet, but the line is definitely blurred. Although he’s not the kind of cat to show open hostility, he does hold light grudges, and a clanmate who irritates him enough is likely to find themselves at the end of one of his more inventive pranks.
Lightheart’s teasing nature also extends to the battlefield, where taunts make up half of his strategy. Since he doesn’t have the power to force a victory through direct combat, Lightheart instead focuses on flustering his opponents and dashing in for hit and run moves, opening up a few irritating scratches before dashing out of harm’s way.
History: Lightheart doesn't remember anything about his parents or his littermates. The little kit was found abandoned and alone on ShadowClan’s territory, and was raised instead by the entire nursery. This lack of a solid parental figure may have contributed to Lightheart's current penchant for mischief; he certainly didn't grow up like normal kits.
He quickly grew bored with the play fighting that the other kits were so fond of, trying instead to convince them to play tag or a riddle game of his own invention. He was already being described as a cheeky little rogue at this time, making humorous comments on the bizarre nature of his upbringing and playing tricks on unwary kits, who often woke up with pine needles dotting their fur or honey on their nose.
The trouble really began to start once Lightkit made apprentice. Now that he was supposed to be responsible for his actions, certain cats began to expect that young Lightpaw would shape up and start behaving seriously. These cats were destined to be disappointed. Lightheart as an apprentice was no better that Lightheart as a kit, in fact, with his newfound freedoms, he was actually worse. Occasionally, a live piece of prey would find itself in the fresh-kill pile, or an elder might find berry juice in his/her bedding, and wake up with a stripe of sticky color in their fur. Of course, Lightpaw was subjected to a variety of different punishments for this, the most severe of which was a period of solitary confinement in the apprentice’s den. All of the other penalties Lightpaw was able to brush aside, but being cut off from other cats was most unbearable.
Surprisingly, Lightpaw got along pretty well with his mentor. Perhaps he knew better than to test the patience of the older cat that had great sway over his future. Or perhaps the older cat also had a sense of humor. Somehow, Lightpaw made warrior, earning the name of Lightheart, for even their leader could see his true nature, albeit grudgingly.
Other: Erm... not much, *coughexcept-that-he's-bisexualcough*
Roleplay Example:
"D'atchoo!" sneezed Lightheart, shooting a great ball of moss across the room. "Brrr. Huh. That was a good one," he said, noting its place among the many other balls of bedding that he'd sneezed across the medicine cat's den.
Lightheart hated being cooped up with whitecough. The boredom was driving him insane. Well, more insane. One had to be pretty insane to track the progress of sneezed moss balls. But, to be honest, what else could he do?
The medicine cat was no good for conversation- he was always out picking herbs. Lightheart briefly toyed with the idea of switching a couple of the herbs around while he was out, but the tom shot that one down. That'd probably get his tail, ears, and whiskers ripped off.
Hrmm... Perhaps he could soak himself in berry juice and complain about contracting some rare disease. Nah. He did that one already. Or maybe... maybe he should just lie down. He felt another sneeze coming on, after all. This one would be going straight out of the den.
