Post by .x.Icestar.x.Winterleaf.x. on Feb 1, 2008 20:01:50 GMT -7
.x.name.x.
Moonfeather
.x.gender.x.
she-cat
.x.rank.x.
Medicine Cat
.x.age.x.
20 Moons
.x.clan.x.
DarkClan
.x.quick description.x.
.x.description.x.
Moonfeather truly is a beautiful sight. Her nimble frame is delicately draped in feathery, sleek black fur that shimmers and gleams as the moonlight touches it. Her muscles are well toned and strong, but she is not an overly buff cat nor in any way fearsome looking. Her black coat fringes around her ears, fluffing out like a Lynx. Her paws are tufted with black feathery fur as well, quieting Moonfeather's paws as she walks over the stones of DarkClan territory. Her sweeping tail is magnificent and long, providing balance and beauty. Moonfeather's face is angular and full of wisdom, her nose black as well as the inside of her ears. Her eyes, though are a bright, vibrant blue, creating quite a contrast to the rest of her pelt. Her whiskers are long and black, providing an attuned sense of touch and feel. On Moonfeather's narrow, fluffy chest is a white crescent moon marking, giving the beautiful cat her equaly pretty name.
.x.personality.x.
Moonfeather is a calm, very silent she-cat with a very quiet demure. She is always wandering around camp, slipping through the crevices like a liquid shadow, sensing the wounded and sick. She likes to keep to herself and is often seen out wandering through the territory, either searching for herbs, or talking with StarClan and asking for signs or guidance. Sure she is quiet, but, if you are very kind and friendly, you may squeeze a laugh or a mrrow out of her. Although she keeps a low profile, you wouldn't wish to meet her in a battle. When it comes to the safety of her clan, Moonfeather will not hesitate to scratch her mark on you forever.
.x.history.x.
Moonfeather and her sibling, Winterleaf, are the spawn of two rogues of FireClan. Her mother, Moonleaf, was innocent, though her mate, Jaggedclaw, was caught in a treacherous attempt of murder. Moonleaf AND Jaggedclaw were exiled. Moonleaf had been pregnant, and Jaggedclaw had fled her existence, not wanting any part in fatherhood. So Moonleaf carried on alone, with two kits and no place to go. She gave the kits warrior names, and brought them back to FireClan territory, so they could be safe. She left them on the border of DarkClan and FireClan, and fled to a bush to see if any cat would have them. The Leader stumbled upon Winterleaf and brought her in to FireClan. Moonkit, however, had had other ideas before that and wandered off into DarkClan territory. She was found, and thought a strong enough kit to survive in DarkClan. Moonfeather decided to live her life in StarClan's paws, all thoughts of her heritage forsaken as she dutifully assists her Clan.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
Moonfeather sauntered out of her den, her pale blue eyes drooping with sleep deprivation. Dreams of last night flooded back, and she shut her eyes to try and lure them away. But, she had no avail, and the haunting images just kept returning.
A black fog draped over the land, carrying he acrid scent of blood and death. The moon was covered, and no stars held their usual bright light. Moonfeather sat there, afraid and alone. She curled up, hoping this would end. A curdling cry erupted from only a few fox-lengths away, chilling Moonfeather's blood. She got up, sensing pain and anguish, and peered over the bush. A horrifying sight greeted her eyes. A kit, mangled and torn, lay bleeding behind the bush. Moonfeather tried licking the wounds, but more blood spattered over the ground and soft blades of grass. Moonfeather searched for cobwebs, and swathed them around her paws. She tried dabbing them on the wounds, but still more blood came, never ceasing. The kit's light began to fade, and Moonfeather was plunged into nothingness, cold and bitterness creeping into her bones.
Moonfeather shook her head, trying to rid the thoughts away.
.x.password.x.
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Moonfeather
.x.gender.x.
she-cat
.x.rank.x.
Medicine Cat
.x.age.x.
20 Moons
.x.clan.x.
DarkClan
.x.quick description.x.
.x.description.x.
Moonfeather truly is a beautiful sight. Her nimble frame is delicately draped in feathery, sleek black fur that shimmers and gleams as the moonlight touches it. Her muscles are well toned and strong, but she is not an overly buff cat nor in any way fearsome looking. Her black coat fringes around her ears, fluffing out like a Lynx. Her paws are tufted with black feathery fur as well, quieting Moonfeather's paws as she walks over the stones of DarkClan territory. Her sweeping tail is magnificent and long, providing balance and beauty. Moonfeather's face is angular and full of wisdom, her nose black as well as the inside of her ears. Her eyes, though are a bright, vibrant blue, creating quite a contrast to the rest of her pelt. Her whiskers are long and black, providing an attuned sense of touch and feel. On Moonfeather's narrow, fluffy chest is a white crescent moon marking, giving the beautiful cat her equaly pretty name.
.x.personality.x.
Moonfeather is a calm, very silent she-cat with a very quiet demure. She is always wandering around camp, slipping through the crevices like a liquid shadow, sensing the wounded and sick. She likes to keep to herself and is often seen out wandering through the territory, either searching for herbs, or talking with StarClan and asking for signs or guidance. Sure she is quiet, but, if you are very kind and friendly, you may squeeze a laugh or a mrrow out of her. Although she keeps a low profile, you wouldn't wish to meet her in a battle. When it comes to the safety of her clan, Moonfeather will not hesitate to scratch her mark on you forever.
.x.history.x.
Moonfeather and her sibling, Winterleaf, are the spawn of two rogues of FireClan. Her mother, Moonleaf, was innocent, though her mate, Jaggedclaw, was caught in a treacherous attempt of murder. Moonleaf AND Jaggedclaw were exiled. Moonleaf had been pregnant, and Jaggedclaw had fled her existence, not wanting any part in fatherhood. So Moonleaf carried on alone, with two kits and no place to go. She gave the kits warrior names, and brought them back to FireClan territory, so they could be safe. She left them on the border of DarkClan and FireClan, and fled to a bush to see if any cat would have them. The Leader stumbled upon Winterleaf and brought her in to FireClan. Moonkit, however, had had other ideas before that and wandered off into DarkClan territory. She was found, and thought a strong enough kit to survive in DarkClan. Moonfeather decided to live her life in StarClan's paws, all thoughts of her heritage forsaken as she dutifully assists her Clan.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
Moonfeather sauntered out of her den, her pale blue eyes drooping with sleep deprivation. Dreams of last night flooded back, and she shut her eyes to try and lure them away. But, she had no avail, and the haunting images just kept returning.
A black fog draped over the land, carrying he acrid scent of blood and death. The moon was covered, and no stars held their usual bright light. Moonfeather sat there, afraid and alone. She curled up, hoping this would end. A curdling cry erupted from only a few fox-lengths away, chilling Moonfeather's blood. She got up, sensing pain and anguish, and peered over the bush. A horrifying sight greeted her eyes. A kit, mangled and torn, lay bleeding behind the bush. Moonfeather tried licking the wounds, but more blood spattered over the ground and soft blades of grass. Moonfeather searched for cobwebs, and swathed them around her paws. She tried dabbing them on the wounds, but still more blood came, never ceasing. The kit's light began to fade, and Moonfeather was plunged into nothingness, cold and bitterness creeping into her bones.
Moonfeather shook her head, trying to rid the thoughts away.
.x.password.x.
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