Fleeting Flight, Oh goody... yet another audition...

[Avverae]

Me;
Name or Nickname: Kalara, I suppose. Whatever
Gender: Female
Years Roleplaying: Devotedly? Only one I'm afraid.
Why my bird should be a leader: Smart, witty, Avverae tries determinedly not to cause trouble. Rather, she looks for anything anyone else does that can be seen as trouble and acts quickly and harshly upon it. She always keeps an eye open, and will do anything to the betterment of her clan... so long as it benefits her as well.
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Bird;
Name: Avverae
Age: Two Years
Species: Peregrine Falcon
Gender: Female
Preferred Clan: Temhota
Personality: Sly, tricky, Avverae will do just about anything to get her way. She's stubborn, and will devote herself wholeheartedly to a good cause. Or, in blatant terms, anything good for her. It's never actually registered that she's female, and she treats the weaker girls with deep hatred and loathing as an adolescent male might. Quick of wit, tongue, and feather, as is custom for her species, she's a formidable enemy when she decides to take you down. Relentless, tireless, Avverae doesn't really know the meaning of the term 'sleep.'
Description: Deep black head, long talons designed only for ripping, tearing away the flesh of its enemies. Beady, deep brown-black eyes that are forever moving, darting from here to there. Her feathers are a long, luminescent silky black, very tips stained with blood from previous battles. Her underbelly is rippled, black, brown and white, as most of her species have, and gives a strange affect when viewed from below, watching the circling creature, ready to dive at supersonic speeds and rip apart your flesh...
History:
The first thing she ever knew, it was crowded. There were four other shrieking hatchlings in the nest, all begging for food, and the egg shells under feet didn't do much good. A change in the air currents brought her gaze skyward, where a large bird hovered, the rich smell of food emanating from its beak. Like the other chicks, she tossed her head back, waiting for the fresh meat. One bit after another, her food was fed to the other four, despite her desperate shoving, trying to get a meal while her stomach rumbled mercilessly.
The food, when she did manage to gulp some down, was delicious, but not precisely filling. Time after time, the large bird left, and one came back with yet more food, more of the endless screeching, shoving, desperate attempts to be first in line. An idea struck her at last, and when the large bird left to reclaim food, a sinister smile spread on the young bird's beak.

When the Peregrine Falcon mother returned, only one bird sat in her nest, holding its beak up and begging to be fed, deep brown-black eyes glittering in the sunlight.

[Migisi]

OOC: I'm sorry if I kept you waiting for a long time. I didn't think anyone was going to join this site, and I thought it dead. Anyway;

Good, I'll accept it. You can be the leader of Temhota.