feather of fallen sparrow.

[( LOST )]

. they call me SPARROW!

Name:
-- Feather Of Fallen Sparrow. Alias: Sparrow.
Age:
-- Seven moons.
Gender:
-- Tom.
Rank:
-- Hunter to-be.
Clan:
-- Tribe of rushing water.

All I can say, is that this boy is still the same,
It's the man inside that's changed.

Short Appearance:
-- lean ebony tom with bright amber hues.
Detailed Appearance:
-- Sparrows got the build of a mountain cat. His paws are big and tough, his pelt thick to wait out the harsh winters. He's got strong and powerful legs, used for climbing heights, and jumping of the sorts. However Sparrow is more so lean and lanky, than he is tones and muscled. He prefers speed and agility over strength and power. The young tom is perfectly happy with his body structure, placed perfectly within the middle. Sparrow is neither huge, nor tiny.

Coating this mid-sized frame, happens to be an onyx black pelt, a black as dark as a sparrow's glossy feathers. Hense where he gets his name. Very noticable within a mop of onyx hair happens to be Sparrow's yellow-green eyes. They start out a bright yellow, but seem to mold into a vivid emerald green as approaching the pupil.
Personality:
-- Sparrow is everything but negative. He's a rather relaxed tom, lenient, and out going. The to-be loves to kick back and have a good time, he easily makes friends, and seems to be willing to talk to anyone and everything. Sparrow tends to have light spirits, and refuses to look at the negatives. The tom is energetic and determined. Training comes enthusiastically to the young to-be, but he's not one to bounce of the walls.

Sparrow has a rather understanding calmnness about him. He's always reveal his moods through his eyes, rather than racing around the paws of his mentor. In times of trouble, Sparrow can be rather protective and serious. But he's optimistic about it. Sparrow has a heart to him, but he'd certainly think twice about jumping head long into battle.

When it comes to fighting, Sparrow it rather doubtful, in himself, and the war itself. Things can always be resolved differently, the tom likes to think. He certainly does not want to risk the lives of his clan mates.
History:
-- Kit Hood.
"I'm sorry about your little she-kit, Lily. But the tom's simply beautiful, he'll make a great tribute to our tribe." The she cat purred, her stomach swollen with kits of her own as pale blue hues set upon the onyx black pelt of the little kit. The kit-mother felt sorry for Lily, tired and numbed after the birth of her two kits. Stone Teller had informed the white she cat, Lily that her pretty little daughter would not make it until sun rise.

Lily's head swayed sleepily, the kit-mother's words slurred to her own ears. She looked in admiration at her son, and then to the little charcoal she cat. A long breath escaped Lily's lungs. "I know, it's alright." The white she cat meowed quietly, defeated with exaughstion. She groggily lowered her head, rasping a pink tongeue over the soft grey pelt of the she cat, then to the tom. "The Tribe of Endless Hunting will take good care of her, when she goes." A rough purr rose in Lily's throat as she spoke, mostly to herself, however.

"And what will their names be, Lily?" The other kit-mother chimed curiosly, hoping to keep the mother from greiving. Lily looked up at this, her head tilting as she stole a swift glance toward the kits. "This one, the pale gray she-kit will be known as Smoke of Simmering Ember." Lily meowed roughly, giving the charcoal she cat a careful like. "And the tom will be known as Sparrow, Feather of Fallen Sparrow."

To-Be
"What do you think I'll get to be?" The onyx tom chimed excitedly little black paws dancing around the white she cat known to be his mother. Sparrow was obviously excited to become a to-be of the tribe of rushing water, he'd been waiting for moons for this day. His once neatly groomed pelt now bristled in ever which direction with eagerness.

"I don't know, son." Lily purred, amusement sparking in her pale blue eyes. She sat just outside the nursery, watching the little black tom bounce eagerly about her. The kit-mother could glance ocassionally across the clearing, then back to her kit. "Hush, Sparrow." Lily meowed at last. "Stone Teller is calling forth a ceremony." The white she cat meowed soothingly rising to her paws to heard the little tom toward the heart of the clearing, but it was clear of the pride already swelling in her chest.

"I hope I get to be a prey hunter! I don't like fighting off bad things." Sparrow squeaked, almost leaping a tail length in the air as his mother finally made a move. Bounding after the white she cat, it took everything in his will power to sit still. Today, Sparrow would become a to-be.

If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.

Family:
-- Optional.

When you come around,
You're like a little slice of heaven when I'm coming down.

Username:
-- Lost!
Why Did You Join LUTD?:
-- Triceratops.
Themesong:
-- Float on - modest mouse.
Other:
-- Lynx!

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