Previous Clan(s): N/A
Element: Earth.
Sexuality: At the moment questioning, but eventually biromantic.


Brief Description: A green eyed, black tabby tom with patches of white on his muzzle, chest, and paws.

In-depth Description: Gangly as a kit and young cat but sleek and finely muscled as he grew into his size. Bright green eyes and darkly defined tabby stripes. Angular head and neat, pointed ears, giving him a permanently curious expression.


Trait lists:

+ Charismatic, confident, dedicated

*- Arrogant, blunt, impulsive

*: Ambitious, competitive, intense

Personality description:

Ever since he was old enough to think, Lark thought he had something to prove. Without parents or extended family to guide him, be became competitive with the other kits and eventually, apprentices. This was never usually mean-spirited, though Lark struggles to think before he speaks, down to his impulsive nature. This can make him appear blunt, even rude, to those who aren't adjusted to his gestures and manner of speaking. He comes off arrogant, unable to accept that his opinion is not always correct. The other side of that is that he is confident, always willing to step up and be the voice of those who need it - even when he might not agree with them. Growing up, he was always dedicated to improving himself and his clan's reputation, desperate to make himself a valued member of his adopted family. He was always ambitious, looking up to the leaders and deputies and senior warriors, daydreaming about when it would be his chance.
Given the fact he was practically raised by the clan, he grew up bold, unafraid, and charismatic.. when he wants to be.


Unlocked Skills:

• Bloom
• Strengthen

History: Lark was born from a union between two Windclan cats; Barkheart and Mousestep. The two had been sweethearts before they had even left the apprentice den, and it was a given they would graduate to mates upon receiving their warrior names. It seemed like paradise. Mousestep moved into the nursery in short order, having never fancied the life of a hunter or fighter anyway. Barkheart, it quickly became apparent, did not feel the same way. He was restless and eager to see more than the inside of a nursery. He proclaimed that he was going on a journey for knowledge, to the benefit of Windclan, and left before his kits were born. The pregnancy was a difficult one, especially for a she-cat that was never particularly robust, and lacking the support of a mate, Mousestep appeared to grow sadder and smaller with every day that passed. 

Her labour, when she started it, also seemed to bring along a fever that the medicine cat was unable to break. Mousestep was weak and delirious, making very little sense. The other queens would later agree that the only coherent thing she managed to say was regarding the larks - they were singing, and it was a sign from StarClan that her kit would grow up to do great things - so she said. 

The same cats would later also agree there had been no birds calling at all.

Just as her kit was taking its first breath, Mousestep took her last. It was the medicine cat and other queens who gave Lark his name. He was born alone, but strong and healthy. He grew up raised by a village; adopted by another queen but looked after by them all for some length of time. It was tough for any cat to stay angry at him for too long, knowing his history, and as a kit and apprentice he used this to his full advantage.