---|Teach Me to Fly|---
--|I am|--
Sparrowflight
--|I am a|--
She-cat
--|Of|--
40 moons
--|My Loyalties lie in|--
FeatherClan
--|Wherin I am a|--
Warrior
--|I am|--
A brown spotted tabby with short hair. I am giant, almost twice the size of a full-grown warrior. I owe it all to my mother, a serval. I have vivid green eyes and I usually am smirking or grinning about something or other.
--|I act|--
Arrogant, self-absorbed, selfish and snappy. I love making trouble. I have an uncanny knack for turning simple kit stories into something much more sinister and dark. I love scaring the heck out of younger cats. I believe I am perfect and that evrery tom should be bowing down to me.
--|My Past is|--
Mostly forgotten. My mother was a full-blooded serval, which is a type of Wildcat. She made me an f1 Savannah, a cross between a serval and a domestic cat. I was raised by my father, who died only recently. I never liked him much, so I didn't grieve or sit vigil.
