Post by » robin ♥ on Nov 15, 2011 20:08:15 GMT -5
sometimes i get so weird,
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♕ name, layla
♕ age, nineteen moons
♕ gender, she-cat
♕ allegiance, herself
♕ quick description, a large-bodied calico female with grass green eyes.
♕ appearance,Usually, a large body means the owner is strong, brave, and courageous. Not for Layla. Without this misfortune, Layla would be clumsy. Her large body adds to her clumsiness--she is always stumbling around, sometimes ending up hurting herself. Her heavy paws are louder than a monster tumbling down a twoleg path, scaring prey away. Because of this, Layla doesn't catch much and often goes hungry. It isn't that she's bad at hunting, she blames her feet. A small head is placed almost awkwardly on Layla's body--such a head belongs on someone smaller, more dainty, she believes. On the side of that head is a large scar, the aftermath of a terrible fall. Her large, innocent green eyes seem to fill up her face, giving what Layla thinks is a rather cluttered appearance. She's never been to confident about herself. Some cats actually think she's pretty, while all Layla does is curse herself; she can't see past that bulky body and small head.♕ personality,
Layla is graced with long, soft fur. Water rolls right off her, keeping Layla dry during rainstorms. She often enjoys swimming, since it's easy to dry afterwards. While her fur is a nuisance in the summer, it's a blessing in the winter. Her long fur keeps her warm, something needed since she lives and travels alone. Colored as a calico, Layla's pelt is actually a muted version of the popular coloring. Soft oranges and browns cover her body. A warm cream color covers her muzzle and her lower body. Her fur is often dirty, for she doesn't seem to enjoy spending time grooming herself. All that fur takes a while to clean.Layla is rather...eccentric. She is pretty much an odd combination of an elder and a kit. Unfortunately, the feline is extremely forgetful, and rarely remembers any important details. The only things she can remember is something that's been drilled into her head for days, even weeks, on end. She could wander around for days, because she forgot where she was going or how to get to where she'd meant to go. Layla loves talking, especially about herself. Since she doesn't remember much, she'll make up lies, ones that often change. Layla hates not being able to remember, so telling such stories makes her feel better.♕ history,
The she-cat is extremely loyal and caring of her friends. If one would die, she would mourn for days if she could. She would help one to the end, no matter what their intentions. She's too trusting and naive, and that could be taken advantage of. So far, she's been alright. She's terrified of birds and heights; she won't even eat a bird or climb a tree. And like a kit, Layla is loud and loves to play. She is easily excited, and just as easily frightened. Her mood changes quickly, from happy to sad, and the other way around just as quickly.Layla can vaguely remember events up to seven months; but she can't remember names or faces from that time period. Of course, she still has a history. Just not one she can remember. Layla dreams of finding someone from her past, to tell her about it.♕ other, please excuse layla's shittily-written personality. can't seem to get it written down well.
She was born to Rose and Everett; two loners that had been in love since they were nearly kits. Rose and Everett found a temporary home in an old badger den, one they'd make use of while their kits were growing up. Not too long after they found it, Layla and her siblings were born. Layla's birth name was Ibis; her sister was Raven, and her brother was Eagle. Ibis and Eagle loved to play, while Raven seemed different from the two. She always seemed to be glaring and making faces, not wanting to play with her siblings. Ibis didn't understand this, but she didn't think too much of it.
"Ibis" was approximately seven months old when an eagle swooped down and carried her off while she was playing with Eagle (how sad). She struggled and clawed at the eagle, dragging it down towards the ground. Finally, the eagle dropped her. As she fell towards the ground, it seemed as though her life flashed before her eyes. She squeezed them shut, not wanting to see the ground hurtling towards her. Then she hit the trees. Branch after branch, her body was filled with pain. A moment of free fall, then "Ibis" slammed to the ground, hitting her head on a rock; producing the scar she wears today. That's when she lost her memory, and became nearly unable to remember anything else. When she awoke, she was terrified. She didn't know who she was, or where she was. All she did know was that she was in pain. Instinctively, she found herbs to help her pain. The nameless she-cat wandered around for moons, gradually gaining memory to where it is now. Perhaps some day she will get it all back, but for now she's stuck with how it is.
For moons, the feline was nameless. It wasn't until she came across a cat, whom she befriended, that she needed one. The tom was old, and dying. He wanted company, as did she. So together they traveled, thinking of names for her. Finally, they agreed on one: Layla. It was feminine and pretty; she liked it. The tom thought it suited her well. The two were headed towards the tom's birthplace. It was where he wanted to die, he said. The tom had been in a Clan--a group of cats that lived together, guarding territories and helping each other, he'd explained it briefly. He wanted to rejoin his former Clan before dying. Unfortunately, a loner life hadn't been what he had expected. Layla walked with him all the way to the border, until he said she had to stop--she wouldn't be welcomed in the territory. She was reluctant to let him go. Layla didn't know if she would see him again--she probably wouldn't. They shared a heartfelt goodbye.
Only a couple moons later, Layla became curious. She went the way he'd gone, only to discover a group of curious-smelling cats surrounding a body. Carefully, she moved downwind of them and hid in a bush. To her dismay, it was her old friend they surrounded. They were burying the tom; it looked as though he died not too long ago. Once the group of cats left, the clan cats she remembered, Layla walked over to where he'd been buried and mourned for him. She stayed there until a patrol found her the next day. They were angry that she'd trespassed, but understood she was his friend. Layla hadn't been attacked, but had been ordered to leave. So she did.
Remarkably, her friend and his death is the only thing clear in her mind. It is obvious that she is loyal to her friends, and that they will be more permanent in her forgetful mind.
i laugh myself to sleep,
[/i][/size]it's my lullaby...[/font][/center]
