Larkwatcher of CloudClan

Larkwatcher  ~ 15 moons ~ CloudClan                                                              



Larkwatcher is a small dark grey and light brown tom with white on his muzzle, neck, and front paws. He has light green eyes and relatively large ears. He has small paws and a thick coat. Larkwatcher is a warrior of CloudClan at 15 moons. His only family alive is his mother, Swiftgaze, a beautiful calico with yellow eyes. His father, Rockspot, died when a rouge attacked him while he was hunting. Larkwatcher has no littermates, and doesn't have a mate. He exceeds in Hunting and climbing because of his claws, which are longer than most cats'. He has average stamina, speed, and tracking skills, but isn't good with herb lore and swimming. He is rather rude, but once you get to know him, he is really protective and caring. He is competitive with other cats he doesn't know well (other clans, loners, and rouges) but is calm around his clan and cats he knows well. Larkwatcher is rather blunt while speaking, but usually doesn't mean it in a rude way. He rather enjoys leaf-bare and leaf-fall because of the cool air, but hates it when it is too cold. Larkwatcher usually is wakes near moonhigh most nights, and watches the sky. He usually goes back to sleep, but sometimes he stays awake. Larkfeather was born on a warm Greenleaf sunhigh. The single kit was rather shy, having no siblings or other kits in the nursery with him. When he was stuck inside the nursery, he usually explored the large area protected with sturdy walls. When he was allowed outside the nursery, Larkkit enjoyed watching the birds fly above him, and the leaves sway in the wind. Come leaf-bare, he was 5 moons old, and couldn't wait to explore outside the camp. He watched the leaves as they fell to the ground, and the birds as they migrated. When Larkkit's apprenticeship came, his mentor Tinyfeather was strict, and taught him well. Larkpaw enjoyed being his apprentice most days. He occasionally watched the birds and leaves, but not as much as before. Early in Larkpaw's apprenticeship, his father was killed. Larkpaw loved and looked up to his father, and was devastated. He progressively became quieter. he was recently given the name Larkwatcher.

Roleplay sample: Larkwatcher padded carefully out of the warrior's den, trying not to wake any of the sleeping cats. He walked into the center of the camp, and sat down, looking towards the sky. He would have loved to go out hunting, but it was near moonhigh, and it was leaf-bare, meaning he probably wouldn't find anything. Larkwatcher looked up towards the moon, and decided to head out to hunt despite the list of cons his mind kept coming up with. He walked out of the clan and headed towards the Sharp Cliffs, even though there probably wasn't any prey there, and the list of dangerous things that could happen there was endless. He starred out from the peak, and he felt so small, like the world around him could crush his small body. He felt weak, but powerful at the same time. Larkwatcher didn't understand the feeling. He started to head back to camp, and when he got there, he didn't realize how much time had passed, but the first rays of morning sun were shining.

Looks good to me :) 

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