Username: valenciata;;
Cat Name: Lark That Sings at Daybreak
Age: 29 moons
Gender: molly
Tribe Rank: Outcast
Description of looks (if picture, you dont have to put this): A lean molly with piercing blue eyes with a black patch of fur above her eyes. Her tail is very thin, almost whiplike in shape and movement. She's quite small, but don't mention it. If you do, you'll regret it.
Personality: She seems sweet and caring at first, willing to help anyone and anything. She is a cold, calculating molly who is an expert manipulator, using fake tears and blackmail to get her way. She doesn't hesitate to use violence, although she thinks her plans through before charging into the fray. She has a tendency to snap at other cats when she doesn't get her way.
Scent (optional): Pineapple, with a faint scent of lavender underneath.
Family: A brother who she doesn't remember.
History (optional): Lark washed up, and was one of the few cats to never be found by the Tribe. She saw other cats being rescued, and quickly became bitter and enraged. She vowed to bring down the clan, and "stumbled" upon them. She was accepted into the clan, and acted sweet and loving. Then, she viciously attacked one of the pregnant queens, and was promptly exiled. She's schemed ever since.
Mate, Crush, Ect.: Open, PM me.
Theme Song (optional): Lay Down by Caravan Palace
Did anyone refer you to this roleplay?: Nope.
Other: Right shark has faded into obscurity...