Lichenpaw of FrostClan

:: A P P E A R A N C E ::
Lichenpaw is a tall, mottled black and ginger tortoiseshell she-cat, with a very distinct black stripe down the middle of her face. The ginger mottles consist mostly of two tones, though in places like the right side of her face, tabby stripes are just visible. She is lean and sleek, with her fluffy pelt making her seem quite a lot younger and smaller than she really is.

:: P E R S O N A L I T Y ::
Proud, loud, and not afraid to speak her mind, Lichenpaw is definitely not a cat you want to cross in a bad mood. On good days she is almost civil, but catch her on a bad day and you will wish you hadn't left your nest this morning. She can be scathing and sharp-tongued, often more so when she's proven wrong, but definitely wouldn't admit defeat without a fight. The upside of this is that she would defend any of her friends or family with her life; she is loyal and will make a fantastic, skilled warrior.

:: S K I L L S ::
fighting :: 8
strength :: 6
hunting :: 4
tracking/stalking :: 5 
eyesight :: 5
hearing :: 6
climbing :: 9
running :: stamina 5, speed 4 
swimming :: 1
memory :: 5
herb lore :: 1

:: F A M I L Y  &  H I S T O R Y ::
Mother is Glowingstep {deceased}
 :: Adoptive mother is Silverwind {open}
Father is Cloudspeck {open}
Littermate/s are Baypaw(Wish), Heatherpaw(Feather), and Tumblekit(deceased)
Other Sibling/s is/are Hailfeather, Cypressfern(Feather), {one spot left}

Mate is n/a
Kits n/a

Lichenkit, Baykit, Heatherkit and Tumblekit were born near the beginning of leafbare, at the first big snowstorm of the season. Tucked up in the nursery they were thought to be okay, however Glowingstep, having caught a small cold, soon got worse, and as Tumblekit came down with it too, it was decided the three healthy kits should be moved. Silverwind had recently lost her own litter and took the kits in, as news spread that both Glowingstep and Tumblekit had passed on to SoulClan. Silverwind loved the kits as her own, though their father refused to have any contact, she and her mate treated them as best as they could. The kits grew up fine after this, gaining their apprentice names at six moons. Lichenpaw barely remembers her birth mother and has made her own vow to be the best warrior she can, if only for her.

And finished

There big bean