Lost

[Y u k i]

xxx Will they ever find me? xxx

xxx Or I am fated to be forever Lost? xxx

Name:

I had one once, but now I'm only Lost, and perhaps forgotten. I told them what I was, and am now known by that mournful label.

* Is it meant to be? *

Age:

Barely five moons have passed since my birth, but all I can remember is that I was consigned to oblivion.

* There's only this feeling of emptiness. *

Rank:

Do ranks truly matter?, especially for one like me. I am only a kit.

Gender:

* I don't want to remember, should I? *

I am a tom, though I know not what that means.

Clan:

I once belonged to a powerful and noble one, before I strayed away. Named after that hungry force of air that is wind. Now I am irretrievable , and belong only to the ones that took me in.

* Somethings missing, but I don't know what it is. *

Personality:

Despite being freindly, I am not outspoken or outgoing. There was a time that I was happier, but that was before. Now I simply wonder why it had to happen to me, and why I can't find my way back. I am extremely observant and often sentimental. When I was lost I was changed, I just wanted to belong somewhere, anywhere. Because of that I formed a bond with Lachance. I just feel broken and forgotten, often spending my time thinking. I try hard to make friends with the cats that took me in. Always working to be pleasurable and affable. Now I trust the cats that took me in, they are like family to me. Even though sometimes I wish I could find my way back.

But I fear I will be lost forever. Something is keeping me from resigning to that fact. But I must keep trudging wearily on. At least I have the ones who took me in. Never would I do anything to harm them. I am always aware of what's going on, and usually pick up on things that other cats don't. I am extremely adequate at reading the emotions of others. I find it easy to hide, sneak and spy.

Description:

pelt:

My coat is the color of the night, without the stars or the moon shining. Glossy dark and enrapturing. Black as the darkest of nights, its a shade of despair. No happiness or joy reflects from my pelt

eyes:

Like the oblivion I once feel into, there is no color. Only that deep endless shade of the sky during a storm. Outlined by black, there is no emotion reflected except perhaps despair and loss. The color of sorrow and mourning, a fusion of black and white.

stature:

Small and light, my padded paws are perfect for sneaking. I am very flexible and can easily fit into tight places. My agile body has perfect propotions, even though I am somewhat petite. My movements a beautiful flow of motions. Lithe legs, yet not muscular join to my body like a flower to it's stem. The extension of my tail, gives me near impeccable balance.

* I can't find my way anymore. *

History:

It seems so long ago, the time before. I remember I had two Windclan parents, they were very loyal to the clan. I did not understand the clan ways, they always confused me. Then that fateful day came, harsh words from the other kits, pushed me away. I despairing ran as far away as I could. Before I knew the mistake I had made, I was already Lost. I trudged on in misery unsure of what to do. Eventually lost and confused I came upon the Covens Elite cats. Harsh eyes scrutinized me and I cowered under stone cold gazes. But Lachance seeing the opportunity to increase the groups size, decided to take me in. When they asked me my name I told them the only thing I knew at the time, that I was Lost.

xxx All these unanswered questions . . . and I'm still lost. xxx

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