
MourningCry wrote:it is better to live and be loved than rather live and not be loved at all
MourningCryRank: warrior//queen in recovery
Age: 27 moons
Gender: female
Scent: apple wood pines and faint cherry
Favorite prey: mice
History:As a Kit MorningCry would always find herself in trouble, weither going outside the camp at night without permission, or bothering warriors for fun, she always had a warrior's spirit. As she grew to an apprentice, her skill in hunting was unmirrored by even the greatest of warriors, and her cry of joy or warning louder than a bear at first sight of food. She was prideful and competitive, protecting her clan with all of her heart, and at sometimes, her arrogant mouth, due to this, she was given the suffix 'cry'. As she grew older and wiser, she learned the most important lesson of her life, what love was, and not just the love for her clanmates, but the pride of having a mate and kits. During her later years she became more domestic and calm, finding the affections of a tom named RowanWhisper. She grew timid and happy, and also full of kits. By the time her kits had arrived, a massive hoard of foxes had infested the forest. But one night, a battle struck out, the elders and nursery mainly attacked by the viscous foxes, her mate dying to protect her and her kits, but alas, one by one, as the shecat tried to defend herself, the foxes snatched of her crying kits as a snack, and her beloved tail as a trophy. Her current status is two months after losing her kits and mate, still recovering from the trauma, finding herself unable to feel and emotion, even love,at all.
Kin:
LuckyStep & Quillshine, Deerpelt,Cottonkit, MinnowKit, BagderKitMate:
RowanWhisperCrush: none
+ traits:kind, humble, loyal, patient
- traits:Almost always depressed, doesn't talk much, fearful of most
Future/Past names:
Morningkit, Morningpaw, MorningCryOther: her left back leg has lost feeling in it, and no longer has a tail. is very willing to watch kits while mothers go off doing things.