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Body Size and Build: Small and lean. Locustsong is an agile dagger rather than a hefty broadsword.
Fur Length and Texture: Short and sleek fur that's soft to the touch.
Additional Physical Traits: A narrow face and sharp pointed ears she always looks rather severe. Long legs and a slim build.
Health and Scars: Healthy
Full Appearance Description: Locustsong is long legged and slim, not built as a fighter but rather more like a walking breeze. Her tan coat with its sandy markings of orange and brown scattered throughout make her light fur perfect for disappearing among the dunes of Duneclan. Her features are sharp and her expressions often reflect this when she pays no attention towards softening them.
THE IDENTITY Positive Traits: Loyal, Charismatic, Intelligent, Clever, Protective Neutral Traits: Perceptive, Independent, Disciplined, Discreet Negative Traits: Petty, Callous, Controlling, Possessive, ManipulativeFull Trait Description: She is callous and dismissive of others pain, concern, or woes. She cares personally for those she has taken into her carefully guarded regard and those outside it are watched with a shrewd cold eye. She is possessive of those within the pack and vicious about anything she sees as missteps. Unlike Dingotooth she doesn't outwardly show much emotion or connection to any of them though they all know she would kill for any of them is they only asked it of her. Would hide any misdeeds and forgive horrible grievances for those within the pack. Strengths: Stealth, Flexibility, Hunting, Speed
Normals: Eyesight, Hearing, Smelling, Attack
Weaknesses: Defense, Climbing, Swimming, Jumping
Loves: Dawn, Quiet, The Pack
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THE PAST
Locustsong was born to a Daywalker mother named Cypress- and a no named father. The sole daughter of an older she-cat that's previous litter had been stillborn. Many assumed Cypress- cursed by the gods for transgressions they didn't know but loved to debate on. It brought attention to little Locustkit who wasn't the largest or healthiest kit. She faced cold shoulders from those around her and was chastised heavily by the older cats. Other mothers often warned their own children to be wary of Locustkit and her unknown parentage. Her mother was ostracized but seemed unbothered by the fact and it drove Locustkit to rage. Desperate to escape the stigma Locustkit schemed.
She watched obsessively those who still lowered themselves to interact with her mother and tried to puzzle out if her father really was a cursed tom. It was with this obsessive observation she noted her freedom. A tom who seemed to take great delight in tormenting her mother. Locustkit approached him with all the grace of a kit still fighting to find her way in the world. Convincing him to help her escape her mother by claiming her as his own. After a few meetings the tom finally did so, the daywalker nemesis of his mother claiming Locustkit was a product of a union he had with Cypress- that the she-cat then regretted.
Locustkit was not privy to exactly occurred but soon cats were calling her a 'poor dear' and saying 'what nasty business' and Cypress- was no longer around. Having realized her daughter had turned her back on her for a tom who hated her just as much as she hated him. Cypress- simply disappeared one night, her starved dehydrated body found a moon later, though no one tells this to Locustkit until long after she becomes a trainee. But the damage was done and Locustkit would never forget the pain and stigmatization of her kithood determined to prove everyone wrong. Fanatical devoted to the principals of Duneclan and punishing those who dared so carelessly make the same mistakes her mother made.
It is this that leads her to Dingopaw and the others of the pack.
It's hard to be a snake without being ready to shed ones skin. The ability to leave behind the old persona and accept a new being crucial to their live style. And as much as one might wish to be a snake if they cannot bring themselves to accept this practice they will never be a snake despite how much they desire to make it so. Alloytempest though has always been stubborn and she has always been spoiled. Her narrow minded world view that of a kit that was raised their whole life brought up on certain staunch believes and that never thought to question what they were told. She has always been the good daughter, the favorite daughter, and questions would have had her overthrowing her own position. Despite all of this she has always wanted to be fiercer than she is. Has always wanted to be a snake lying in the grass and not the delicate flower. As much as she parrots her parents world views about those outside Nightclan she likes to think herself an independent she-cat. Perhaps still to young and still to much inside the bubble her parents crafted for her to see that she is nothing more than what her family made her.
