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Description
General Information

↠ Personal ↞Name: Calla
Nicknames: "Lily" "she devil" "raging bitch"
Age: Forty-three
Gender: Doe - she/her

Sexuality: Bisexual
Mate: - - -
Parents: deceased
Siblings: Starling (NPC)

↠ Informational ↞Rank: Owsla
Mentor: Concord (NPC)
Muddypaw(s): - - -

Skills:
▶ Fast as lightning.
▶ Great at keeping her endurance.

Weaknesses:
▶ Isn't all that great at being tactical.
▶ Strength.

↠ Other ↞Theme Song: Red Hands - Walk Off The Earth
Voice: Silvery, firm, and feminine. Megara from Hercules
Scent: Fresh dirt and grass clippings.
Appearance: A reddish beige colored doe, with abstract body markings covering most of her back. Long lanky legs that are perfect for extended periods of sprinting and making huge leaps. Very slim body build, with huge ears. Splash looking markings that appear faintly across her legs, and along her upper chest.

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Privy Information
↠ Personality ↞Positive
✔ Self-assured
✔ Passionate
✔ Earnest

Neutral
☉ Proud
☉ Skeptical
☉ Assertive

Negative
✘ Controlling
✘ Stubborn
✘ Intimidating

Fun Information Fact:
☼ Deflecting anything and everything with humor.
☼ Often looks forlorn or unsure of herself. Even when her emotions are far from that.
☼ Softly rolling their tongue over their necklace when nervous.

↠ Backstory ↞
Kithood
Call was born when the fall leaves began to drift unto the ground. The chilly winds had not yet come to reap havoc on the warrens. However, many of her siblings were still born. Sick from lack of nutrition. Her mother had worked herself to the bone, despite many nameless faces encouraging her to take time off. Because of the stress she put onto her body, only two kits survived. Calla and her sister. Berated by this early loss, her parents often hovered far too much within the girl's lives. Because of their need to supervise everything, Calla grew up feeling detached from the pair. Often running off every chance she got, watching the Owsla from a safe distance. It was in her blood to be an Owsla and defend the warren, and she never settled for less.

Muddy Paw
She found herself under the the teaching wing of Concord, a bitter old buck fay beyond his youthful years. He taught her to be a proud individual; while still maintaining respect from her peers. At first, it was a questionable dynamic. On more than one occasion the two would get fed up with each other. Be it that Calla wouldn't listen, or that her mentor wouldn't understand how young she still was. He pushed her to her limits, but with good reason. In the end, she very much looked up to her mentor. Despite being brash and angry, there was something to be fond of him. He had a sort of 'soft spot' for the wayward Calla.

Parental Death
During her time as a private, her parents had returned to their normal duty as members of the Owsla. However, like usual, they worked themselves when they shouldn't have. Her mother was the first of them to fall ill. Soon her Father became sick with the same thing, presumably due to their proximity. They were lovers even in death. However, this orphaned the two sisters. While her sister was struck with grief, Calla shrugged it off. Of course she missed them, but it wouldn't bring them back. She watched as her sister fell behind in her training, and eventually stopped all-together. It frustrated Calla to no end, she had always dreamed of being promoted alongside her sister. And here she was, ruining that, and basically throwing her life away in the process. To Calla, there was no role that you could be more proud of than being apart of the Owsla.

Owsla
Calla's promotion was nothing special, but it was something she could be proud of. She worked her ass off to get to it, and was more than happy when it paid off. Unlike her sister, who had taken up retraining to be a mother. Calla only even thought of how disappointed their mother would be in her. If there was one thing her parents always preached about, it was that they'd get disowned if they ever so much as thought about being something outside of the Owsla. Diggers were Owsla flunk-out's for all she cared, and mothers/fathers were too soft to do anything but sit around and talk about kits. It was disgraceful. A wedge formed between her and her sister, one that really rubbed Calla the wrong way. She watched with burning frustration as her sister didn't even come to see her off on her first patrol. Despite her frustrations, Calla fit in perfectly with her peers. Showing dedication and tireless effort with each patrol and battle she partook in.

Failed Relationship
At some point Calla had made the mistake of falling for the antics of a buck in the Owsla, Pembroke. The two had gotten along when they shared guard duty at the bridge, and sure enough, began spending copious amounts of time together. In fact, they seemed almost inseparable for a short period. But, as quick as it started, the flame died out. The two were just too passionate for one another, and eventually just started stepping on each others paws. Calla was stuck with explaining to others that they just didn't work out, though she was sure he had to as well. She never did forgive him. To this day, she still holds a grudge against him for how things ended. Though, part of her just enjoys messing with him for the hell of it. Calla finds an odd comfort every time she hears him say her name, but getting her to ever admit as much is an entirely different story.

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Other Information
↠ Extra ↞Musical Playlist: to be done
Relationship Tracker: to be done

Likes

• smell of wet grass

• the summer months

• guarding the bridge

• being successful

• sparring with friends

Dislikes

• being caught in the rain

• "idiots" as she puts it

• being reprimanded

• bugs getting in her ears

Description
General Information

↠ Personal ↞Name: Calla
Nicknames: "Lily" "she devil" "raging bitch"
Age: Forty-three
Gender: Doe - she/her

Sexuality: Bisexual
Mate: - - -
Parents: deceased
Siblings: Starling (NPC)

↠ Informational ↞Rank: Owsla
Mentor: Concord (NPC)
Muddypaw(s): - - -

Skills:
▶ Fast as lightning.
▶ Great at keeping her endurance.

Weaknesses:
▶ Isn't all that great at being tactical.
▶ Strength.

↠ Other ↞Theme Song: Red Hands - Walk Off The Earth
Voice: Silvery, firm, and feminine. Megara from Hercules
Scent: Fresh dirt and grass clippings.
Appearance: A reddish beige colored doe, with abstract body markings covering most of her back. Long lanky legs that are perfect for extended periods of sprinting and making huge leaps. Very slim body build, with huge ears. Splash looking markings that appear faintly across her legs, and along her upper chest.

_____________________________________________________________________________

Privy Information
↠ Personality ↞Positive
✔ Self-assured
✔ Passionate
✔ Earnest

Neutral
☉ Proud
☉ Skeptical
☉ Assertive

Negative
✘ Controlling
✘ Stubborn
✘ Intimidating

Fun Information Fact:
☼ Deflecting anything and everything with humor.
☼ Often looks forlorn or unsure of herself. Even when her emotions are far from that.
☼ Softly rolling their tongue over their necklace when nervous.

↠ Backstory ↞
Kithood
Call was born when the fall leaves began to drift unto the ground. The chilly winds had not yet come to reap havoc on the warrens. However, many of her siblings were still born. Sick from lack of nutrition. Her mother had worked herself to the bone, despite many nameless faces encouraging her to take time off. Because of the stress she put onto her body, only two kits survived. Calla and her sister. Berated by this early loss, her parents often hovered far too much within the girl's lives. Because of their need to supervise everything, Calla grew up feeling detached from the pair. Often running off every chance she got, watching the Owsla from a safe distance. It was in her blood to be an Owsla and defend the warren, and she never settled for less.

Muddy Paw
She found herself under the the teaching wing of Concord, a bitter old buck fay beyond his youthful years. He taught her to be a proud individual; while still maintaining respect from her peers. At first, it was a questionable dynamic. On more than one occasion the two would get fed up with each other. Be it that Calla wouldn't listen, or that her mentor wouldn't understand how young she still was. He pushed her to her limits, but with good reason. In the end, she very much looked up to her mentor. Despite being brash and angry, there was something to be fond of him. He had a sort of 'soft spot' for the wayward Calla.

Parental Death
During her time as a private, her parents had returned to their normal duty as members of the Owsla. However, like usual, they worked themselves when they shouldn't have. Her mother was the first of them to fall ill. Soon her Father became sick with the same thing, presumably due to their proximity. They were lovers even in death. However, this orphaned the two sisters. While her sister was struck with grief, Calla shrugged it off. Of course she missed them, but it wouldn't bring them back. She watched as her sister fell behind in her training, and eventually stopped all-together. It frustrated Calla to no end, she had always dreamed of being promoted alongside her sister. And here she was, ruining that, and basically throwing her life away in the process. To Calla, there was no role that you could be more proud of than being apart of the Owsla.

Owsla
Calla's promotion was nothing special, but it was something she could be proud of. She worked her ass off to get to it, and was more than happy when it paid off. Unlike her sister, who had taken up retraining to be a mother. Calla only even thought of how disappointed their mother would be in her. If there was one thing her parents always preached about, it was that they'd get disowned if they ever so much as thought about being something outside of the Owsla. Diggers were Owsla flunk-out's for all she cared, and mothers/fathers were too soft to do anything but sit around and talk about kits. It was disgraceful. A wedge formed between her and her sister, one that really rubbed Calla the wrong way. She watched with burning frustration as her sister didn't even come to see her off on her first patrol. Despite her frustrations, Calla fit in perfectly with her peers. Showing dedication and tireless effort with each patrol and battle she partook in.

Failed Relationship
At some point Calla had made the mistake of falling for the antics of a buck in the Owsla, Pembroke. The two had gotten along when they shared guard duty at the bridge, and sure enough, began spending copious amounts of time together. In fact, they seemed almost inseparable for a short period. But, as quick as it started, the flame died out. The two were just too passionate for one another, and eventually just started stepping on each others paws. Calla was stuck with explaining to others that they just didn't work out, though she was sure he had to as well. She never did forgive him. To this day, she still holds a grudge against him for how things ended. Though, part of her just enjoys messing with him for the hell of it. Calla finds an odd comfort every time she hears him say her name, but getting her to ever admit as much is an entirely different story.

_____________________________________________________________________________

Other Information
↠ Extra ↞Musical Playlist: to be done
Relationship Tracker: to be done

Likes

• smell of wet grass

• the summer months

• guarding the bridge

• being successful

• sparring with friends

Dislikes

• being caught in the rain

• "idiots" as she puts it

• being reprimanded

• bugs getting in her ears