{TGB} Silver-Water Lyra - DECEASED

Name| Lyra

Lie-Rah
Meaning: Harp, Lyre
Reason: Her voice is light and pleasing, much like the music that comes from a harp

Kit-Name| Fleece

Named for her thick, long fur

Nicknames| Princess

Gender| Female

Birth Season| Summer

Age| 9 years

Rank| Leader

Tribe| Water

Skill| Secondary & Primary
[ Secondary ]

Skill 1| Feel With Your Mind| You can feel the shape of objects with your mind - this includes surroundings! As your mastery of this skill grows, you can begin to sense not only the exterior surfaces of things, but also their interiors. ie. sense the insides of a cats body, their heartbeat, the inner workings of a tree, the pockets in a magma rock
Skill 2| Watch it Float| You can make things float! You start with little things such as water drops, but as you practice you can make bigger/heavier things float too!
Skill 3| Sensibility| You can manipulate the details of things! ie braid a knot or carve a drawing. As you practice, your telekinesis becomes more precise!
Skill 4| Come to Me| You can call any object you wish to you from any place. The farther + larger the object, the higher skill required.
Skill 5| Pressure Wave| You can create a pressure wave with your telekinetic energy! The more you practice, the stronger the wave.
Skill 6| Airwalking| You can lift your own body of the ground by pushing at the earth with your powers! The more you practice, the longer + higher you can go!
Skill 7| Slice| Your telekinesis is so precise you can now slice through objects. Soft things at first like fish and prey but as you practice/grow stronger, you can cut through things like trees and rocks! (like by the use of pressure waves and telekinesis you make it so thin and precise)
Skill 8| Compression| Using your telekinesis, you can build up the pressure around an object, and force in into a smaller shape of your choice! You cannot change the overall mass of the object, but you can change its shape and it's density . (ie. Changing a rock with lots of pockets into a smaller, ball of a rock with none at all)
Skill 9| Explosion| You can make things explode by building pressure inside it! Starting small and growing big.
Skill 10| Gravity| You can manipulate gravity and the weight of objects. At first, you can make a pebble feel like a feather or a feather feel like a pebble, but the more you practice, the heavier the items you can manipulate! this means you'll be able to give a boulder the weight of a cloud, or a feather the weight of a tree!
Skill 11| Cutting Edge|  You can manipulate the sharpness of objects! This ranges from anything to making the claws of other cats blunt and making your fur sharp, to making the grass like razor blades, and more!
Skill 12| Orbit| You can create a bubble around you that sends things bouncing in another direction! As you get more practice with this, you can begin to use other things to help protect you: rocks, fire, tree branches, water, even air! Your bubble of protection can gain all of these - but beware! It will not only defend you from enemies, but also friends and cats who get in your way!
Skill 13| You're Mine | Using your telekinesis, you can control the motor functions of felines and other creatures! This takes high amounts of concentration, and leaves you very vulnerable to any other form of attack. You can only control the movements of one cat at a time, and only when they are within your eyesight. one cat can only control a creature that is fox-sized or smaller, but if several secondaries join together, you have the potential to take control of something much larger! NOTE: Using this on another tribe-cat will result in exile

[ Primary ]

Skill 1| Water Walking |  You walk on water, easy breezy. The more experienced you get the less focus you need, eventually you can walk on water just as easy as you walk on land.
Skill 2| Water Manipulation | You've begun to control the water. You can lift and shape water at your wish, the amount of water and complexity of the shape depends on your experience and practice.
Skill 3| Phase | You can change the physical state of water, be it liquid, solid or gas. Solid (Ice) works great as hard offense while gas (water vapor / steam / fog) is a great way to obscure the view of an enemy or mask your movements. You can also control the water, steam or ice you have changed.
Skill 4| Water Whip | Your control of water is faster and more precise, and you can now create a whip made of water that can be used to lash at prey or enemies.
Skill 5| Bubble | What are cats of Water if we can't BE underwater. You are able to create a bubble around your head, a pocket of air, which enables you to walk or swim underwater without worry of drowning. Later you can create a pocket for others as well.
Skill 6| Creeping Ice | With enough water you can cover the ground with ice, potentially freezing the feet of your enemies to immobilize them, or simply giving them unstable ground. Or you can send a ray of ice over the ground directly towards your enemy to freeze them.

Apprentice: White-Water Kanai'aokalani

Former Apprentice: Orange-Water Cadia

Tattoo| Silver-Water

Appearance

Lyra is a small cat, her size unusual for a Ragamuffin, her stature more that of a smaller Domestic shorthair or chantilly. Her fur is thick and soft, with the longest bits being on her chest, belly and tail. As for the rest, she could almost pass as a short-hair- not quite, but almost. Lyra is a medium-haired cat. Her paws are small, delicate, but her limbs are strong, giving her both grace and speed. Like most Ragamuffins, this Silver-Water’s build is slightly more thickset than the average cat, an affect only intensified by her thick coat. Her ears are large, unblemished, with only the slightest tuft of fur capping them. Her eyes are large and round, set into her face and giving her an almost kit-like expression most of the time. Lyra’s fur is, at the base, a snowy white, that looks like it’s been airbrushed in a darker silvery coloring. She has some points- ear tips, tail, front legs, face, but the absence of this silvery-grey on her back legs and the presence of it on her back and side keep her from being a true point. Lyra’s eyes are of a pure, brown copper, with flecks of gold in them- just enough to allow them them to be called amber. The skin that peeks through on her nose, around her eyes and on her paw-pads is a pale, soft pink in coloration.  Her legs are strong but small, sturdy but give the impression of being thin. A trio of slender silver bracelets adorn her front left leg, one of which is capped with a rose-like charm.

Breed:  Ragamuffin mix ( DSH x Chantilly)
Height: 8.5"
Weight: 9lbs
Fur length:  Long
Fur texture:  Silky
Pattern:  Incomplete colorpoint
Coloration:  Snowy white and silver
Special features:  Slightly tufted ears
Scars:  If any, all are hidden by her fur
Eyes:  Copper
Scent: Roses

[ PERSONALITY ]

Myer-Briggs Type: ESTJ-A (The Executive)

Cardinal: Assertive

 VAIN

One of the things Lyra likes most in the world is herself, and she finds everything she does to be, well, the best. She’s got an extremely high opinion of her appearance, her abilities, and of her own worth.  Lyra believes you can get no closer to perfect than she is, she believes that there is no better tribe than the one she’s in and - well, she’s so perfect she’s been given the rank of deputy. How much better could she get? She thinks she’s beautiful and she keeps herself so, grooming her fur whenever a slight bit is out of place or there’s mud on her paws, taking time to do so properly. She enjoys being surrounded by beautiful things, and also tends to keep company of those she considers to be pleasing to the eye - generally those who share a similar appearance to her. She prides herself on her beauty, on her intelligence, on her rank on her friends, etcetera - everything she does, in her mind, is leagues above what anyone else can. And she will do anything to make sure others see it, too - she almost needs them to.

LOYAL

Lyra has a strong sense of loyalty to her tribe and the Water-Spirit. It is the Water-Spirit who marked her as different from the rest of her family, giving her the swirl that made them praise her as special. She will do just about anything to make sure her tribe - the tribe she really and truly believes is the best tribe, the one that is far, far better than any of the others and as close to perfect as a tribe can become - survives. She has faith in each of it’s members, or at least more faith than she does in the members of other tribes, and is the sort of cat who will put her tribe before anything. Even her mate and her kits come after the tribe, she would easily defend it’s rules and it’s borders if one of them intended to cause harm to it.  She aims for nothing more than ensuring their survival, and will not hesitate to give her life to ensure the tribe is safe.

PLAYFUL

Though she doesn’t often show it, the Gold-Water is quite a playful cat. She enjoys having fun, loves to laugh, and so forth - she’ll easily tease another cat lightheartedly or join in on a wrestling match or a race. Perhaps he most prominent version of this trait is her flirtatious nature, or perhaps her word-sparring, as she quite enjoys witty exchanges and sly compliments as well. While Lyra might hesitate before jumping into a mud pile for a mud fight, or sliding through the dirt, it’s unlikely that she won’t eventually join in - she will simply clean up - thoroughly - afterwards. Her playful nature is one of many reasons that she enjoys the presence of kits - their creative minds and inventive takes on what is fun never cease to bring her joy - especially when she can participate. Dignity is something Lyra has much of, but she has no fear of giving a little up to have a good time with some of her tribe-mates or friends.

STRONG-WILLED

Being granted everything she wished from a young age without much competition, this she-cat is quite the strong willed cat. The first time something clashed with her interests, she was obstinate and would not budge, her will so resolute she managed to convince the others that nothing would stop her. To this day, this trait prevails - Lyra is not a cat to give up and let go. She is stubborn, obstinate, resolute. She has a will of iron and will not back down should someone’s options or ideals clash with hers; and she does not give up hope easily. Other can advise her against doing as she wishes all they may, her determination prevails more than half of the time. She will not give up searching for a loved one, striving to make her tribe better, or so on. While there are some things she can be convinced out of, others, well, should she face death it is perhaps pleasing to know that her will to remain alive is strong enough that it may  be just what keeps her from some ultimate demise.

JUDGEMENTAL

As she holds herself, her tribes, and all the cats around her to high standards, Lyra can end up being quite the judgmental cat. If you don’t meet these, she can be harsh and critical. She will judge cats without thinking - based on their appearance to begin with, but assuming she deems them attractive enough to get close to (or within her own tribe), on their words and their actions. She will criticize - though not generally openly- on opinions and such, and the Gold-Water tends to be quite harsh. If they don’t act or look a certain way she’s quite apt to become less… kind to them, and she’s not beyond insulting another based on this - especially not if it ends up making her look better in the process. To those who matter, of course. She's not above vocalizing her judgements of others either - behind their backs, in gossiping, etc.

ASTUTE

 Despite being quite self-centered, Lyra’s got an innate knack for assessing situations and other cats. It’s quite ways for her to decide who would be helpful in a situation and who would be nothing more than a nuisance, just as it is with reading a situation - be it between cats or other creatures. She’s quite crafty at turning this to her own advantage, too, finding word here and there and placing them the right way at the right time so that it all works out well in the end for her, or for Water-Tribe. While Lyra possesses no more than an average intelligence, this can often make her seem far more so as discerning what occurs during certain situations is quite helpful for such a social being. Perhaps that is what granted her the knack for this ability; being around others you learn how to read and understand them and their motives, and once she gets close to them she finds it far, far easier (not that it's ever truly difficult) to help them help her reach her goals.

SOCIAL

Lyra is quite a cat’s cat. She enjoys surrounding herself with others - particularly others who are pretty and will offer her praise - and quite likes being the center of attention. She’s extremely willing to stalk and often takes initiative in social situations, starting a conversation, approaching another cat, etc. While she can be judgmental, so long as attention is on her Lyra tends to be far, far more friendly. She’s at home in crowds, on center stage, rubbing shoulders with cats she hardly knows and essentially getting to know everyone around her. While she loves to carry on conversations, she doesn’t mind companionable silence either. She certainly prefers conversation and the witty banter and silver tongues that can come with it, but she’s not opposed to it’s absence, either. Lyra just truly enjoys being in the presence of cats beyond herself. Being alone is normally a challenge for this cat; she thrives when there are others around to adore her.

POLITE

Despite being quite judgmental, Lyra tends to remain polite to others - outwardly, at least. She was raised to have good manners, to be courteous and civil, to be elegant in all she does, how she acts, what she says. This is not something that has worn off in time, but rather gotten stronger. Perhaps also driven by her need to be liked, the Gold-Water’s politeness only adds to her kinder outwardly disposition. She has a tendency to use this with a formal edge, too, choosing and placing her words in just a way that seems almost removed from a situation. She is always the cat to use manners, say please and thank you, offer aid when needed and so on without much thought, but she will not always be pleased with doing so. Sometimes she finds herself offering herself up for tasks she does not desire - and yet she will tend to take them on, simply because it is rude to refuse once you have already accepted. Lyra would hate to be rude -- at least, under a public eye.

Other Traits:   Patient, Maternal, Organized, Hypocritical, Self-Absorbed, Flirtatious, Manipulative, Dignified, Respectful

[ HISTORY ]

Chapter One | A Grim Fate

Life generally starts off pretty well. For Fleece, this was most certainly the case, Born to Moth and Ellie, children of children of exiles, as the only cat in their second litter, she grew strong and well, with her parents and siblings as caretakers. They all took care to feed her, teach her, Fleece was never for want of anything, and when the day came and a grey wave-like tattoo appeared on her shoulder, they all oohed and ahhed, and Fleece had never felt more special. All her family had wings on their shoulders or vines on their shoulders, and her father even had a circle around his eye, but none of them had the curve mark, and her parents assured Fleece that their parent's hadn't either. She was special, and that made her proud.
Of course, she was always told stories of the tribes, but as they were handed down the generations, the stories changed. When it reached her ears, the stories that were told were distorted, and Fleece never once believed the rumors of the tribes. She liked to think of her family as their own little tribe- no one ever left. Even when Rose- the more delicate of her two sisters, the more feminine- found a mate, it was he who came to join them, and they did not go off on their own for more than a few days at a time.
Before long, Rose was pregnant, and when the kits were born, Fleece became upset. The attention was no longer hers, cats were going out of their way for Rose and the new kits, but Fleece wasn't getting it nearly as much as she was used to, and it was not good. She hated the kits, hated Rose, and that was that.
Until, of course, things got worse.
It happened unexpectedly, in the summer after Fleece's birth. The sickness came, making all of the cats in her little family cough, cough, cough. One by one, the members of her family started dying, until Fleece, Rose and the kits were the only ones left. Rose was the sickest of the four, and Fleece knew that her sister was going to die, too. It was in the few days between the death of Rose and that of the other family members that Fleece began to make amends to her sister. She was not fond of the kits, but Rose had always been Fleece's favorite sister, until the kits. The silver-white feline took care of her sister, bringing her food and water, somewhat relishing the power of knowing if she stopped at any moment, Rose would have no one else to do it for her. At that point, the kits were closing on their second month of life, and still unable to hunt or carry what was needed. Rose's life revolved around Fleece again, and Fleece couldn't deny the pleasure that brought her. It was with great sorrow that she woke up one day to find her sister in even worse shape then ever- she couldn't even lift her head. Rose's speech was slurred, her words almost inaudible and indistinguishable, but Fleece could make out her last words.
"Goodbye... my si...ster. ..I lov...e yo...u. Please... Take care ..of ...my kits."
Fleece ignored them at first, grieving her losses, hunting for herself, burying the bones. It wasn't until she deemed their pitiful mews too annoying that she began to catch food for them. Her being their only family, Stream and Fox began to follow Fleece everywhere, much to her initial discontent. Soon enough, Fleece came to actually enjoy their presence. They were no longer stealing her family's attention, and they depended on her. She liked that, she liked at a lot. And, to add to it, The pair got their marks- Stream's a pair of stars and Fox's the same circle that had been sported by Moth.
Seasons passed with them tailing her everywhere, and her catching them food every so often, telling them what she knew of the tribes when she was bored, teaching them to hunt, fight, until one day were separated. They'd gotten old enough now to care for themselves, and the fox that came at them hadn't been expecting them. But it's mate had. Stream and Fox were driven one way, and Fleece another, and by the time she looped back, they'd disappeared.

Chapter Two |  Changes

Yet again, the she-cat was devastated, the loss of what was left of her family leaving her without purpose, and for months, she simply survived.
By the time Ash rolled around, Fleece was nearing two years old. He was a handsome tom, with blue eyes so pale they almost looked white against the dark fur that surrounded his eyes. He was tall, and strong, and when he spoke, Fleece felt like he could control the world. His tattoo was an interesting one, she'd not seen the like before, a smile that stretched out across his face. The grey was almost the same color as that of his fur, though, so it took effort to notice it's appearance, and it intrigued Fleece almost as much as the tom himself. He was scarred, he was rugged, and she was lonely, but the match was not meant to last. He treated her as her family had, like she was the most prized thing, and Fleece loved him for it. She told him of her life, and he of his, and before the season had changed twice, the pair was expecting kits.
It was with him that she first heard rumors of the tribes recruiting exiles, but the words made little sense to either of the cats, so they did not follow.
The sole kit of their litter was the cause of their relationships end.
Fleece didn't feel ready to be a mother- she'd never wanted it, and she'd only recently lost what family she did have, she didn't feel like having any more. She preferred all the attention to be focused on her, and that was why the pregnancy excited her- it was more attention for her to have, more special treatment to have. When the kit was born dead, she was inconsolable for weeks, but as time passed, so did the sadness, and Fleece had no desire to think of it again. Ash, however, could not let it go. He'd changed since the kit, and he became closed off, no longer the cat who cherished Fleece, nor the one she'd thought he was. He was anti social and became unmotivated to do anything. Fleece helped him for a few seasons, reminding him he needed to hunt to live, but by the time he was better, she felt no desire to stay around, and left.
It was surprising, for Fleece, to find that the tribes were living in the land she'd so often explored- her own little fit and the caring of Ash had kept her from noticing. She watched the cats with interest for moons, and then, at the threat of being eaten and curiosity to do more, she decided to go and find those with wavy tattoos like her own and join them, being dubbed Lyra in the process.

Chapter Three | So this is Home

She found Tribe life to suit her rather well! She enjoyed her tribe and the sense of belonging that came with it, and the company of most of the cats she met. She quickly came across friends in Green-Water Ashon and an Orange-Air, with Green-Earth Rishi, a Green-Shadow who dubbed himself "Flower." Not even a season in, she came across a green-water named Leviathan. Though initially getting off to a rough start, the two became fast friends, and Lyra soon found herself getting rather swept off her paws by the charming tom.
When winter came around and Cadia was given to her as an apprentice, Lyra realized she'd never felt more joy. Everything, for once, was working out in her favor: She had a tribe she cared about and felt like she belonged in, a few good friends that she'd never expected to have, an apprentice to train, and a tom who had feelings for her- feelings she certainly returned. Of course, there was always the realization that once cat didn't like her, but that didn't bother Lyra much at all.
When the Silver-Water and Lyra's friend the newly appointed Silver-Earth had kits, the orange-water was overjoyed, and yet, somewhat saddened too. Somehow since joining the tribes, she had a certain desire that she'd never had before - a desire to be a mother. To have kits of her own that would play with her and she could watch grow and care about, but with the death of her previous one and the physical trauma that accompanied it, Lyra was certain that she would never be able to be a mother, no matter how much she dreamed of it. And dream of it she did - though the reasons why were unknown to her. She'd never desired motherhood, never wished for herself to bear kittens but suddenly, undeniably, the want for them was there.
Perhaps, then, it was a blessing by which she found herself carrying Leviathan's kits, but a curse as well. The feline found herself stricken by sudden fear - she had no desire to give up her life so that others could have some, and surely that was one of the only ways that could happen? But she refused to let the others know of this, and instead met often with the Yellow-Light, determined she should find how to survive the ordeal and keep her kits, even with the sand that seemed to blanket the land incessantly.
Shortly after she discovered she was expecting, something else came to pass. The silver-water, the young, new-mother of a silver-water, died. Lyra was shocked, though grief passed through her only briefly. It wasn't long before her friend, the now Silver-Water, approached her, and asked her to be his deputy. Though the track record for Silver-Waters had not seemed great; Lyra eagerly took up the opportunity. As the Yellow rushed over her tattoo, the feline was convinced that the Spirit approval of her appointment must mean she would survive the kitting.

Chapter Four | Calm before the Storm

And survive she did, though it seemed for a few days that she would not. The kitting itself was awful, and ended with three kits being nursed by two other queens while their mother lay in a pool of her own blood, unconcious as the healers fought to keep her alive. It was determined, that when she woke, Lyra would be kept in Light-Tribe camp until her strength had been satisfactorily regained.
Three days after the birth of her kits, the Yellow-Water regained consciousness. She was ecstatic to discover that not only was she alive, her kits were as well. Leviathan had named them during her brief rendezvous with death, and finally, she would get to meet - and nurse - the three products of their affections. The only girl of the three had been given the name Remmy, the first son - the tom that resembled her the closest - was granted the name Lyre after the Yellow-Water herself, and the third, a tom far smaller than the others and who appeared to be much more sickly than his siblings, was named Lee.
Life with kits was... interesting. Leviathan seemed to disappear shortly after their birth, so Lyra found herself raising the kits without him for the first moon or so of their life - instead, they got to have the company of the two other Queens sharing the Light-Tribe nursery, their kits, and their mates. One of those just happened to be the Silver-Light herself, mate to the now Silver-Water.
As her strength grew. Lyra began to occasionally take short trips to Water-Tribe to see how things were going, to not let her tribe think she was abandoning them and to aid Lully in any ways she could. It was during this time that She and Leviathan rekindled their romance, through his apology and her gracious acceptance, the three kits had their father in their life once more.
As they reached their third moon of life, Lyra decided to move back to Water-Tribe, with the approval of the healers under her belt, they left the gathering.
While in Water-Tribe, around the kit's 5th moon of life, Lyre went missing. Lyra was shocked, devastated - he had been her favorite, her preffered, and now he was gone. It was all she could do to pray he was still alive, and the spirits were attentive, looking out for him. He seemed to be nowhere- lost to the world.
The other two still grew, though, getting bigger and showing more and more personality with each day that passed. When finally the gathering near their sixth moon came, Lyra brought them along, to where they'd sit to receive their names and tribes. Neither ended up coming home with her, but that gathering was far more stressful than she could have ever imagined.
Strange cats with powers beyond what she could comprehend appeared. They were tattooless, and yet not - when they used the powers, powers so familiar yet in combinations so bizarre, Lyra found herself frozen on the spot - until she saw Remmy hanging from one of their jaws.
Lully stepped up before she could, volunteering for the daughter of hid hanging between one of the jaws - and away with them he went, leaving her to lead the tribe. With a shocked feeling, the Yellow-Water brought Water-Tribe back home - only to find two cats waiting in attend. The first was a friend of Leviathans, who she'd not interacted much with but the kits called 'aunt', and the second - the second was Lyre. Returned and with a blue swirl on his shoulder that marked him as one of theirs, a Water-Triber. Joy and fear mingled within, the Yellow-Water took charge of the tribe.

Chapter Five | Dark Times

Lyre - now Vetja -'s stay was short in the tribe, choosing to go rejoin the Butterflies in their quest. Lyra, on the other hand, chose to devote all the efforts into finding out where these cats were staying, and more importantly, where they were keeping the Silver-Water.
IT was all in vain, though, nothing her tribemates came to discover were in any way shape or form, helpful. The best she could get was with the Shadow-Tribers, and while the Yellow-Water herself did not choose to go on the raid, she found herself quietly cheering on her tribemates who did.
Even they, though, came back empty handed, and Lyra found herself even more desperate - Leading a tribe was hard, and though she knew she could rise to the challenge, leading a tribe in a time of turmoil was even more difficult.
Another gathering came, and with this even more disaster seemed to happen - a cat, a kitten, comatose for all to see, could not get any tattoo. Wouldn't. Lyra felt the Water-Spirit's desperation as it flooded through her, it's anxiety, it's fear. Who did the kit belong to?
Apparently, it belonged to everyone - and to no one.
Claiming the name Alriyel, the kit went on to tell a story - the story of him, the history. And then, he left the gathering at the sides of the Silver-Shadow and Silver-Air.
Remmy, now Saphiria, returned with Water-Tribe, and Alriyel annouced that soon, Lully would return as well.
The Silver-Water's first step was to get healed in Light-Tribe, she knew, but once he returned, Lyra began to feel more at peace. The tribe was strong, their silver was back, and her daughter was by her side - though Vetja was still nowhere to be found.
Soon, it came to light that Alriyel was granting miracles.
Sleeping with Remmy curled up by her side everynight had awoken something within the She-Cat that she had not expected to feel again - a desire to be a mother once more.
And so, with conflicted feelings, she went to visit Alriyel, asking him for the chance to bear her mates kittens once more - and so she was granted her request.
The rest of the season seemed to pass by without much cause for distress. Alriyel was said to be growing, harbored in Shadow-Tribe. She had no desire to see the tome again, finding peace in her routine in her tribe, in curling up with her mate and her daughter each night and ensuring the tribe continued to prosper each day. In making sure that Lully continued to grow strong, and that the ugly scar across his face had not marred his personality any.
And with the next gathering, more change came.
Alriyel appeared now, too, with the Silver-Air and Silver-Shadow, far more grown than he had been at the last gathering, and far more powerful, as well, it seemed. The spirits stripped the two silvers of their power, but Alriyel granted it back to the Silver-Shadow, and offered to the Silver-Air, though she refused.
And then the spirits claimed he was not, in fact, Alriyel.
It was a strange occurrence, and once again, Lyra's paws felt rooted to the ground, as if she could do no more than watch the preceedings  - which was all she could do, in fact.
And then the snow started to fall.

Chapter Six| The End of an Era

The spirits were at war and winter was upon them. Tattoos could no longer be relied on - every so often they would flicker and fade without warning, it was nearly impossible to do dangerous tasks with them so Lyra turned back to her claws and her teeth. She had no need to let anyone see her tattoo would flicker, too.  It was in this time that the Yellow-Water realized she was pregnant once again. It was joyous - it was terrifying. No cat could possibly know what was going on in the sky and yet here she was, with a belly filled with kittens.
She couldn’t help but be a little joyous, too. The Alriyel who had not been Alriyel had done well on his promise, and now all she needed to hope for was an easy birthing.
Only a short time before her due date, disaster happened. She’d watched as Lully’s form seemed to be overtaken by a higher power and he was moving forward - what could she do but follow?
It was that night that the snow stopped. IT was that night that the world ended.
IT was that night that the spirits died.
It was as if she could not breathe, as if all of the oxygen in the world had been ripped away and she was left there, such an essential part missing that she was sure she would die. But her tribe still stood and Lully rose back up and as they made their way back to the camp, Lyra found she would not let herself show weakness. Now, more than ever, she needed to be strong.
Her kits were born not long after, four healthy bodies that were given the names of Opal, Citrine, Jasper and Topaz.  Jasper’s nose seemed to constantly be running, so her trips to Light-Tribe were frequent, but other than that life resorted to a sort-of normal pace. There were tensions with the cats who had left their tribes to join rogue groups, but little strain between the other tribes and that was nice. It was peaceful, almost.
A gathering came and went and the spirits were no longer there - they couldn’t bring back any kits. Will mine remain here? There was hope she wouldn’t have to part with her litter.
A few nights later, She was startled awake by a voice. Come.
the spirits had returned and were calling them forth, to receive their tattoos, to explain… There was a seventh spirit. Lyra paid little mind to that - she was getting her tattoo back.
She was getting her tattoo back. The spirits had returned.
She was a Gold-Water.
And life began again.

Chapter Seven| Untitled

Of course, as much as Lyra claimed to be the very essence of perfection, that in no means meant the world around her was. It was not long after the tattoos appeared that she caught wind of news from an old friend, the then Gold-Fire, that his mate had passed while giving birth to their second litter, and thus Lyra gathered up her kittens and moved them all to Light-Tribe, where she could help raise the Gold-Fire's kittens alongside his soulbond -  or at least help nurse them.
Soon, much too soon, it was time for her own to get their tattoos, and three found themselves leaving the ceremony with expanses of white stretching across their faces. Citrine, now Stevie, had gone onto Void-Tribe, alongside her brother Jasper, now Kendis. Unfortunately, that didn't sit to well on Citrine's shoulders, it seemed,  nor on Topaz's - now Locke, a White-Fire. Even so, Life went on. Lyra tracked down an old friend of hers, the former Silver-Earth now turned loner named Soren, to ask him to keep an eye on her youngest daughter, Opal. She visted her daughter herself when she could, and the Gold-Water knew that her mate spent nearly as much time with the young calico as he did in his own tribe, so she wasn't truly worried about it.
Nothing ever stayed one way for long, though, in the tribes. Disaster struck not long after - though perhaps not all would call it so. First, the news came from Stevie, her young Void-Tribe daughter, and then from Opal, and then, finally, from Levi himself. They were leaving the tribes. Leaving her. Her daughters could not find their place her and her mate... he would not leave them to wander alone.
He was choosing them over her.
(what had he said once? That Lyre was their son, he would be able to to take care of himself. Did he not trust their daughters to do just the same?) (She had more confidence in them than in Lyre - he had only been a kit, these two had had months of training and learning how to handle themselves, they did not need their father.)
That was supposed to be the end of their story, the end of the tale of Lyra and Leviathan. He had gone, left her. Her loyalty was to her tribe above all else.
She grieved, she wove herself a nest separate from the den of soldiers, sharing it with her two closest friends. She grieved more - she could no longer train in the Caverns as she had been trying to do, and to wander towards Flower Feilds was more pain than it was worth. She found Locke and they grieved together, for the loss of his sister and of her mate.
Time could heal, though, and while the wounds of Leviathan's betrayal still ripped at her sides in the private moments, Lyra grew to be strong for her tribe again. Saphiria had a litter of kittens, and Lyra watched them grow with a smile on her maw that spoke nothing but joy. The starstone fell and within it brew more starstones, and she chose one of Empathy, to be better able to understand her tribemates and their feelings. The quest left and she wished Kendis the best of luck, and watched him leave with some of her tribemates by her side. She grew closer to the Gold-Fire, she perfected her skills, patrolled her tribe, kept everything safe.
She lost in that time, too. Elaine died. Mikah disappeared, his daughter, too.
She gained, too. Elliott found a love in Roran, and she readily welcomed him into the family.
And then, The quest returned,

Chapter Eight| Reunion

It seemed cats appeared back separately. First, the main group, with Kendis at their head, his tattoo shining Silver, and Stevie by his side with hers illuminated in gold. Then in pockets here and there - those who had chosen to leave the travelling group. She was on her way to visit the new heads of Void-Tribe when one appeared not far before her - and not one that was welcome, either. The entire reunion with Leviathan was made in silence, ending with Lyra whisking away to go and find her offspring and leaving the Black-Water to do whatever he wished. She wanted nothing to do with him.
It seemed no peace or overall joy could last, though, and soon the plants near where the starstone rested started to change, fade, become ill. And then the cats - one by one, also became ill. Lyra was one of the first, her tongue staining her fur red as a pain sharper than she'd ever known spoke through her head. And then others, one by one, and before she knew it Lyra was burrowed in Light-tribe with a den full of her family members: Saphiria, Elliott, Roran, Cielo, Gnaeus, Ktori.... It only seemed to grow day by day, and it went on for far too long with no cure. Leviathan joined them, eventually, not allowed to sleep in the den but never far from it. Tragedy struck as well, as Elliott's heart stopped, but they managed - they managed. It was exhausting but they got it to start again.
And then, together, were able to watch Roran propose to the young Pink-Void.
That wasn't the end of the disease, but the cure was found not much later. Stragglers headed back to their homes, a few at a time, until only the worst off were left in the camp. Lyra remained until each and every one of her tribemates were home, and then she, too, followed them.
After that, she raised no argument when Leviathan expressed interest in re-joining Water-Tribe. She did not trust him much, they were not friends by any means, but the repairs on their relationship had begun. And perhaps for the better as well, as in the next few seasons, much occured.
No one could have predicted the tension between the tribes, not really. Then again, when the prey started to disappear, perhaps it was only natural - they all wanted to protect their own, after all. And so, in the onslaught of snow that left cats weak from hunger and still not completely recovered from the illness, it happened - tensions rose. Water-Tribe expanded it's borders. Pheasant woods burned down. Tribes clashed, anger boiled behind the surfaces, and then, and then, and then...
And then, the kicker:
The volcano exploded.
It seemed the tribes had tumbled into chaos, the explosion wreaking havoc on an already scarred land, and as they aimed to make things better for Fire-Tribe, tensions continued to rise. and Rise. And yet somehow, in this mess of things, Lyra found herself a quiet solace: she and Leviathan began to mend things. As friends, and a little more.
The day she found out she was pregnant came only a few after he found out he was dying.

Chapter Nine| Chaos and Calamity

They truly had mended things by the time Leviathan died, and yet the time still came to rip them apart as it always did. Their two youngest children, dubbed Evi (for Leviathan) and Rys (for the Crystal Caverns in which Lyra and Leviathan had spent so much time), would -and had -  never met their father. In this time, too Lyra learned that her eldest, Saphiria, had been appointed Gold-Shadow, much to the Gold's delight.
Still, this small reprieve was short-lived, as not long after, a group of cats calling themselves the Enlightened came to town, informing the tribes that they were going to take over and inviting them to join their ranks.
Of course, that didn't go over well.
So the Enlightened surprised the tribes, somehow blocking their powers and then overpowering them, chasing them out of their lands into the much more desolate exile territory to the north. Lyra nearly died in the battle, just barely stopping her grandson and tribemate, Ja'far, from getting himself into even more trouble.
There, the tribes healed and plotted to get their territory back, preparing and learning what they could - why had the powers been taken? (They learned from a gentle kitten interrogation that it had been because of stones that nullified the powers) where were the Enlightened staying? How often did they patrol the borders? Kittens that had been stolen were returned - some of them, at least - and the tribes sent in scouts: to retrieve the necessities they had, to blow up the stones, and so on.
When the time came, they went back to war - only this time, they won.
After two seasons of being expelled from their territory, they were finally back home, but this, too, brought on it's own form of change:
Lully had decided to step down, and after days of discussion as to who would take her place as Gold once he did, the old tom retired, leaving Lyra as the new Silver-Water.

Chapter Ten| Silver

[ Vin sobs b/c Lully is no longer silver and Snow is no longer their admin partner-in-crime :c)

[ OTHER INFO ]

Favorites

Color| Pink
Scent | Flowers
Prey |  Salmon
Place | Flower Fields
Cat | Herself (& all of her kits, but particularly Locke and Saphiria. She also quite likes Lully and Ashon)

Fears

• Going unnoticed
• Being forgotten
• Being despised
  

Dreams

• To be loved by everyone
  

Voice Actor

Kelly Macdonald

Sexuality

Orientation: Bisexual (Heavy male preference)
Preferences:

Honestly, one of the things that attracts Lyra more than anythign else is a cat who looks like her. Similar colors, size, etc. Beyond that, though, she's attracted to cats who can keep themselves clean, and generally prefers an unblemished pelt, though she does appreciate the stength that lies behind scars. She much prefers males but that doesn't mean Lyra can't see the beauty that females have to offer. She is attracted to beautiful cats, and much of her initial judgement rests in appearances.
Lyra beleives Water-Tribe to be perfect far beyond the other tribes, so it is truly doubtful she would ever take a cat on as a mate who is not a Water-Triber. It is possible, but very,very unlikely.

Current Attractions:

N/A

 

Lyra does not use contractions.
While Lyra doesn't see other-tribers as enemies, necessarily, she doesn't see them as equals, either.
She has a habit of calling others "darling"
Lyra has an awful sense of direction
Thanks to Alriyel, Lyra's fertility / ability to have kittens has been restored!