Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Aug 31, 2007 11:20:04 GMT -5
Name:
Risingmoon
Clan:
New ShadowClan
Position:
Warrior/Med Cat - if that's okay
Age:
35 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Peltage:
Risingmoon is a pretty silver cat with warm white layers of downy fur under her gray pelt. She keeps well-groomed but if she doesn't have a chance to give herself a good bath or if she gets into a battle, her long hairs become tangled and - according to her - unsightly. Her pelt clings to every drop of water that comes near it, so she always makes an effort to stay as dry as possible. There are faint signs that she is a tabby; difficult-to-see stripes of darker colors run down her sides and form a traditional tabby M on her forehead. Her eyes are pale yellow and their stare could easily be warm if not for the fury and hatred behind them as the look into the world. Her nose and paw-pads are silvery black, a darkly beautiful color. She prefers to be out and about at night, thoroughly nocturnal in her sleeping patterns, but when the sun does get a chance to hit her pelt the white fur shines from within and she is quite a pretty sight. She is of a medium build, her legs long but well-muscled. Her face is nether long-muzzled or flat with full whisker pads to round out her features.
Picture:
C L I C K for image
Personality:
Risingmoon is a cold, angry cat. Hidden beneath her indifference and black-hearted ways is a kind heart, but the pain of her life smothered it withing folds of hatred. She loves to fight but also to heal her comrades. She kills her prey slowly and playfully, but feeds it to her Clan. She will trespass into the lands of others for the sake of getting them mad, but is very loyal to a cat who is nice to her. Basically, don't get on her bad side. Her favorite time of day is when the moon comes up at night, big and yellow against horizon. She often sneaks out to nearby fields at this time, and she keeps close track of where the sun is when its rival rises. She has no interest in daytime moon rises.
History:
Risingmoon's mother named her Risingkit because she was hopeful that her child would never be touched by the evil of her RogueClan mate. The all-black she-cat took her only kit's coloration as a sign that there was good within her. Risingpaw was the medicine cat apprentice, a helpful and good-spirited learner. But after several moons of training, she fell in love with a cold RogueClanner. she didn't know that this was reminiscent of her own heritage - her mother had died at her birth. Just before receiving her final name, it became clear that she was pregnant. She ran from ShadowClan into the loner forests and gave birth to a litter of three, all of whom died before they even lived. She returned to ShadowClan with a broken heart and asked to become a warrior. She was trained well in battle, and was given the name Risingmoon.
IC:
Risingmoon's eyes watched the commotion below. She knew what this huge battle was about; she knew who was winning; she knew what side she was on. The adrenaline flared inside her as she stood up on the slightly hidden rock from which she had been staring down at this battle. Her new ShadowClan was winning, they were taking over from the too-caring arms of the stupid leader Dewstar, they would have all of this territory to themselves. Well, not quite all. It frustrated her that they had to get help from this 'BloodClan,' but whatever it took... She was about to leap down from the small boulder into the desperate fray when a worn-down Dewstar emerged from her cave. The call of 'retreat' went up and Risingmoon raised her voice in a call of victory. She would be a medicine cat again, she would be a warrior of a better Clan.
Code:
Blood
Risingmoon
Clan:
New ShadowClan
Position:
Warrior/Med Cat - if that's okay
Age:
35 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Peltage:
Risingmoon is a pretty silver cat with warm white layers of downy fur under her gray pelt. She keeps well-groomed but if she doesn't have a chance to give herself a good bath or if she gets into a battle, her long hairs become tangled and - according to her - unsightly. Her pelt clings to every drop of water that comes near it, so she always makes an effort to stay as dry as possible. There are faint signs that she is a tabby; difficult-to-see stripes of darker colors run down her sides and form a traditional tabby M on her forehead. Her eyes are pale yellow and their stare could easily be warm if not for the fury and hatred behind them as the look into the world. Her nose and paw-pads are silvery black, a darkly beautiful color. She prefers to be out and about at night, thoroughly nocturnal in her sleeping patterns, but when the sun does get a chance to hit her pelt the white fur shines from within and she is quite a pretty sight. She is of a medium build, her legs long but well-muscled. Her face is nether long-muzzled or flat with full whisker pads to round out her features.
Picture:
C L I C K for image
Personality:
Risingmoon is a cold, angry cat. Hidden beneath her indifference and black-hearted ways is a kind heart, but the pain of her life smothered it withing folds of hatred. She loves to fight but also to heal her comrades. She kills her prey slowly and playfully, but feeds it to her Clan. She will trespass into the lands of others for the sake of getting them mad, but is very loyal to a cat who is nice to her. Basically, don't get on her bad side. Her favorite time of day is when the moon comes up at night, big and yellow against horizon. She often sneaks out to nearby fields at this time, and she keeps close track of where the sun is when its rival rises. She has no interest in daytime moon rises.
History:
Risingmoon's mother named her Risingkit because she was hopeful that her child would never be touched by the evil of her RogueClan mate. The all-black she-cat took her only kit's coloration as a sign that there was good within her. Risingpaw was the medicine cat apprentice, a helpful and good-spirited learner. But after several moons of training, she fell in love with a cold RogueClanner. she didn't know that this was reminiscent of her own heritage - her mother had died at her birth. Just before receiving her final name, it became clear that she was pregnant. She ran from ShadowClan into the loner forests and gave birth to a litter of three, all of whom died before they even lived. She returned to ShadowClan with a broken heart and asked to become a warrior. She was trained well in battle, and was given the name Risingmoon.
IC:
Risingmoon's eyes watched the commotion below. She knew what this huge battle was about; she knew who was winning; she knew what side she was on. The adrenaline flared inside her as she stood up on the slightly hidden rock from which she had been staring down at this battle. Her new ShadowClan was winning, they were taking over from the too-caring arms of the stupid leader Dewstar, they would have all of this territory to themselves. Well, not quite all. It frustrated her that they had to get help from this 'BloodClan,' but whatever it took... She was about to leap down from the small boulder into the desperate fray when a worn-down Dewstar emerged from her cave. The call of 'retreat' went up and Risingmoon raised her voice in a call of victory. She would be a medicine cat again, she would be a warrior of a better Clan.
Code:
Blood
