Delicate as a lily* Held

[sunniful no one]

the promise was when everything fell, we'd be held.

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Bic:
Name- [coloredkit coloredpaw *coloredlily] Colored that name given at birth. Born with 'kit', then addressed as 'paw', finally bestowed her resting title, 'lily'.
Age- She belongs to the youthful age of 14 moons.
Gender- female; young woman; girl; warrioress
Clan- Leafclan is her birthclan, this is the clan she has stayed in her whole life.
Rank- Coloredlily is the name of a warrior, according to her personality this is the situation she will live in for the rest of her life.


Personality- well of course, the name Coloredlily is expected to be more creative. Which is true, but she is withdrawn and has to be almost outrightly asked to speak before she says anything. She is one to show you something, rather than tell you. she is sweet, and kind, but she is coddled, and shy.

when you first meet her she seems perpetually worried, or even considered mute. this isn't the truth, but at this point of guessing you really aren't far from reality. she is almost silent, graceful, but ghost-like. she floats around camp like the world hovers beneath her paws. Because of this quiet and doll-like demeanor.

doll-like inspires the perfect setting of her. she sits silently, unmoving, she is perfectly arched and robotic in her movement, smooth though. her eyes are still. her pelt doesn't rustle when she moved. her steps are light. she is of beauty, but its hardly noticeable. its easy to think of her as put on a shelf and left to gather dust. Coloredlily is rather a demure child who was left to ponder why the grass was green and left there, she looked up didn't mind and moved onto why the sky is blue. she doesn't care that she is left alone to live, but I think occasionally she could do with friends.

she has always been shy, growing up she was so coddled and held above all others by her mother that she never developed the social skills other cats learned at a young age. because she was so protected she never experienced much, she is deathly frightened by almost anything. but she knows that her clan comes first, for this she gathers her courage and plunges into anything, despite her silent.

if she says anything to you it is most likely to be something along the lines of, "Silent doesn't not mean fearful."

Appearance- 1.bp.blogspot.com/__1OzjxCtHZI/SYMki7mATFI/AAAAAAAADSA/Kpw1MqdYSao/s400/Furry1.JPG
her eyes is where I will start, though it is not highly uncommon, but still slightly rare and unexplainable, her eyes are bi-colored. Her right eye is a pale amber, sort of a sappy color, not shocking, not brilliant, just amber. The other eyes is a pale, almost gray, blue. at the dead center is an pointed oval shaped iris, black ebony.

the next is her form, her shoulders are narrow, and small. She is small-boned and thin-skinned. Her ears are a size fitting to her small form. She isn't very tall, in fact, the tips of ears rest at about an average male's chin. Her paws are small, her ribcage also petite. Her tail not very long, kind of short, and narrow, not very thick. her cheekbones are high, her face expression always emphasized, features sharp. she is athletic and graceful, swift and careful.

the very last thing I will so carefully explain is the fur that covers her able body. Her fur is only a strictly alabaster basis, its color never varies, never changes. For this sheening color it is often thought of as easier to spot, she often relies on her speed when attacking or hunting. The pelt isn't long, but it is not considered short. It is slightly shaggy and often carries a more creamish hue because it is nearly impossible to keep your coat sparkling clean while living in the forest. The only place where it breaks pattern is at her tattoo.

Tattoo- I don't know what you were expecting, like a lily persay. But that is wrong! Any guess of yours is WRONG! It's not, but it is indeed a series of wavy lines, at her left hip. Like a symbol for running water, she doesn't know why this is her marking, but agrees that water is always inviting and often lingers where water pools or streams.

History- Her history starts before she was born. Her mother bared the name Ripplecry, named for her watery origins and loud voice. Her father was called Strongwind, for his tall, hulking figure and for such a thick pelt that wind didn't bother him. Several moons before the kits were born, Ripplecry was already confined to the nursery. Strongwind happened to be leading a patrol of himself, two warriors and a warrior apprentice to the outer borders that weren't shared with clan cats. They were to investigate the strange scent of rogues so close to their homeland. Ambushed, all cats returned alive, triumphant, but battle-wounded. Strongwind rendered into a deep sleep once safely in the medicine cat den, he was tended to, but one spot was missed, a deep wound in the inner pointing part of his back right leg. He never regained consiousness to tell them of it, it quickly became infected and ended his life. Ripplecry was deeply depressed by the loss of her loved one. And, it being almost spring, and yet still not enough prey she was slightly on the thinner side for being pregnant. When her kits were born she had two kits perfectly fine, dubbed Blowkit a tom, and Coloredkit a she-kit. the next kit was also a girl, but still-born. the other, a boy, Stompkit was deaf, unhearing his mother's call was taken by a hungry gird of prey. Blowkit tended to be distant to all except his sister. This made Coloredkit the favored child. When Ripplecry didn't care much for Blowkit she coddled Coloredkit, refusing to let her play with other children and keeping her well-groomed and taught her lady-like manners. As they grew older Blowpaw cared for his sister, but Coloredpaw never made other friends. When it came to be their time Blowpaw was named Blowstep, for he had grown to be as hulking as his father, and a much gentler name for Coloredpaw became Coloredlily. The middle of the past leaf-bare carried away both Ripplecry, a friendly elder, and Blowstep, a strong young warrior. Coloredlily shed tears for neither, she didn't understand at the time why she was so sad, but the sense of dread frightened all tears away. Coloredlily carries on her quiet life. After the rest of her family died she became slightly more noticeable. Most think she is so quiet because she is still mourning, since none of them paid attention to her before then. This isn't true.


Role Play Example- The tom peered down at her. Who are you? he demanded. she couldn't help but giggle, something she didn't ever remember doing before. Very intimidating, Blowstep. she mewed softly, her eyes going wide in mock fear.
C'mon, lil. he coaxed, I really need some helpful... Help.
she retained my giggling and nodded. Sorry, Blowstep... Try again. she thought it was insane to spend her afternoon assisting her older brother in trying to sound fierce, but she didn't say anything, he really had his heart set on it. So when she focused back into reality she noticed that he had already vanished. Standing up with and starting with a blissful skipping gaint that no normal cat would use. la,la,la... she murmured dryly.
she thought she heard a shuffling behind her. She stopped, without turning around she meowed, Blowstep, I'm sorry, can we start over? I can hear you. she called out. The muffled movement behind her continued, but no one emerged. NOT funny, Blowstep. she heard another rustle in front of her. The ferns shivered, before her brother's head popped out. His amber eyes widened in confusion.
Your kidding! I was hardly breathing! he cried, dissapointment clear in his voice.
For a moment she felt sorry for him, but the a sense of bewilderment flooded over her. B-but I heard you back there. she stumbled.
He shook his head, I was here the whole... his voice trailed off, ending in a kind of squeak.
Blowstep! Blowstep what in Starclan are you gawking at? she snapped uncharacteristicly.
F-f-fox! He yelped, very unlike the fearless tom she knew.
she spun in shock, merely tail-lengths away the snapping jaws of the russet creature advanced. she felt silly that she hadn't detected this before. She suddenly felt her sibling's presence right beside her.
On my count... he hissed under his breath. Her ears twitched 'yes' in response, they only landed their tips at the center of Blowstep's chest. Lily? he suddenly hissed. I love you, y'know that right?
She glanced up at him, You're not going to die, just count...
He nodded sheepishly, this usually wasn't like him, but she figured there was some sense of jest in his words. One... Two... she could see him pause, his eyes rested on her small self. Three.
She bounded forward before the words finished falling from his lips. He caught up with her in one stride. She lengthened my pace as much as she could and tore along. The creature hissed and whined, it's tail lashing. About five mouselengths before we reached the fox, she slowed, her brother kept going. Gathering momentum in her hind legs, in all of what she explain to take so long it really only took a couple heartbeats and then she was ripping through the air, child-like claws unleashed. Her spears raked down the orange muzzle, blood immediately started to sprinkle down it's snout and onto her. It growled angrily and began to shake it's massive snout. Ow! she shrieked, falling back. Thick brambles dug into her back. Pain shot up her back, her leg twisted in a strangely odd position. Her vision started to ebb from the edges. Lily?! she heard the surprised yowl from her brother. She would have waved him off if she had known. Only a low moan escaped her...

when the sacred is torn from your life, and you survive.

[⋆ -- fALLEN __ [s t a r]]