Post by gingerfur1234 on Jul 13, 2007 21:02:27 GMT -5
Name:
Moonfeather
Age:
30 moons
Gender:
she-cat
Clan:
Thunderclan
Position:
Medicine Cat
Description:
Moonfeather is a sleek, well muscled she-cat with a jet black coat of short, trim fur. Her neck cascades down into her narrow chest, where a pale, silver crescent moon marking shines itself onto her black fur. Her body is slim and muscular, the build of a huntress. Her paws are flat and soft, perfect for staying silent on cold, moonless nights. Tufts of fur poke out from around her sharp claws, padding her walk even more. Her long legs are slightly lighter than the rest of her body, and her tail fans out in a sea of feathery fur. Her pale blue eyes hold the wisdom and care that Starclan has placed in her heart.
Personailty:
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.
Crush:
Um none?
She's a med cat!
Histroy:
Moonfeather and her sibling, Winterleaf, are the spawn of two rogues of Thunderclan. 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 Thunderclan territory, so they could be safe. She left them on the border of Shadowclan and Thunderclan, and fled to a bush to see if any cat would have them. The Leader stumbled upon Winterkit and Moonkit and brought them in to Thunderclan. Moonfeather decided to live her life in Starclan's paws, and hopes to find a deep favor in her clan's eyes, despite her parents and what they did.
RP:
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.
Codeword: Leaf Whispering
[/size]Moonfeather
Age:
30 moons
Gender:
she-cat
Clan:
Thunderclan
Position:
Medicine Cat
Description:
Moonfeather is a sleek, well muscled she-cat with a jet black coat of short, trim fur. Her neck cascades down into her narrow chest, where a pale, silver crescent moon marking shines itself onto her black fur. Her body is slim and muscular, the build of a huntress. Her paws are flat and soft, perfect for staying silent on cold, moonless nights. Tufts of fur poke out from around her sharp claws, padding her walk even more. Her long legs are slightly lighter than the rest of her body, and her tail fans out in a sea of feathery fur. Her pale blue eyes hold the wisdom and care that Starclan has placed in her heart.
Personailty:
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.
Crush:
Um none?
She's a med cat!Histroy:
Moonfeather and her sibling, Winterleaf, are the spawn of two rogues of Thunderclan. 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 Thunderclan territory, so they could be safe. She left them on the border of Shadowclan and Thunderclan, and fled to a bush to see if any cat would have them. The Leader stumbled upon Winterkit and Moonkit and brought them in to Thunderclan. Moonfeather decided to live her life in Starclan's paws, and hopes to find a deep favor in her clan's eyes, despite her parents and what they did.
RP:
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.
Codeword: Leaf Whispering
