----- There's art at the end of the meme, so be sure to watch until the end or wait for it to end UwU ----- Bio: Name: Lark Species: Winged Cat Age: about 80 (as of present day. Saved the Keystone Isle from Wing when he was 16) Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Personality: Reserved, Secretive, Grumpy, Annoyed Easily, Doesn't Trust Easily, Introverted, Focused, Caring and Kind once he trusts you, Protective, Likes: Darkness, The Color Yellow, Being Alone, Sleeping, Focusing, Being Part of Something Important, Archery, Feathers, The Night, Staying Up Late Dislikes: Other Cats/Animals, Parties, Schoolwork, Chatterboxes, Loud Music, Headaches, Neon Colors, When It's too Bright Outside, When It's too Hot Outside, The Scar Across his Left Eye, Backstory: Lark used to be a normal kitten, playing with his friends, talking to them, telling them everything. He had always been a little nervous, but no one really cared. One day, a cat came to the Keystone Isle, a normal one, with no wings. His name was Wing. The winged cats on the Isle accepted Wing, but Lark had a feeling that something was just.... off. He tried to convince the villagers that Wing couldn't be trusted, but no one would listen to him. Lark lived his life for a few more years, tolerating Wing and all his antics. One day, one of Wing's soldiers got into a fight with an innocent she-cat. Lark's sister rushed over to help, but was thrown against one of the walls nearby, and her backbone broke on impact. Lark ran over and attacked the soldier. He managed to get out alive, but not without a huge cut over his left eye, and ended up going blind on his left after treatment failed. Lark's sister died after a few days, and he promised himself that he would avenge her. Lark was later banished from the Isle for attacking the soldier, and lived a few more years by himself. He was found by Queen Flare, the Queen of the Palace of Deep Waters (The underwater part of the Keystone Isle). She took him in, and explained what had happened in his absence. Wing had k!lled the majority of Lark's family, and was now more powerful than ever. Lark knew he had to do something about this, so he started practicing fighting, and one day found out that he had a unique ability to create powerful laser beams using his paws and wings. He practiced this talent more, then when he was ready, returned to the Keystone Isle to take on Wing. Wing and Lark had a battle that lasted for about 3/4 of the day, and eventually, after an explosion, both cats were thought to be dead. A few hours later, Lark emerged from the ash and rubble, and was crowned the new King of the Isle. Little did he know, Wing had a son, King, and the little tom-cat was determined to get revenge for his father's death. Writing PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE TO VIOLENCE (First Person, Lark): I stepped into the court yard just in time to see my sister run at the soldier. The two cats tussled on the ground for a few seconds. I was frozen, I would've interfered if I could've, but I just couldn't. I could barely breathe. I took a step forward just as the soldier threw my little sister into the hard, stone wall the encased the courtyard. A loud snap echoed throughout the area, and I could only assume one thing. The soldier had thrown my sister hard enough to break one, maybe even more, of her bones. "NO!" I scream, running at the soldier. I dig my claws into his shoulder, and he yowls in pain. I get pushed off, and for a moment when I'm in the air, I'm preparing to hear the crack of my back breaking against a wall. I manage to gain control of myself and land on my paws a few tail-lengths from the wall, where my sister lays unconscious, possibly even de. The soldier comes running at me again, and slashes his claws close to my face. I flap my wings and take off into the sky, gliding a short distance before landing again. I look around for a weapon, possibly a bow, I'm pretty good with a bow. I find nothing, and just give the soldier the precious moments he needs to jump at me and slash my wing, tearing out a few feathers and leaving a small cut. It should heal alright. I'm not much of a healer, but I've seen cats fully recover from worse injuries. I jump at the soldier, slashing across his muzzle, but that's all the damage I can do before he pins me to the ground. "Any last words, kid?" He hisses in my face, I've only seen the familiar gleam in his eyes in cats just before they pounce on a kill. I gulp, not wanting to let my fear get the better of me. "I doubt you'd want to hear them anyways." I say, almost coughing out the words because of the pressure on my chest. The soldier lifts his paw up, ready to put a nice, clean cut in my throat. I take one last, deep breath, well, as deep as I can with the cat practically crushing my chest. He unsheathes his claws, and I prepare for the pain. I'm not as prepared as I thought I was. (cont.)
