Post by shotingstar7890 on May 12, 2008 19:30:22 GMT -5
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Name : Shadowmoon
Gender : Female
Age : 16 moons
Clan : Snowclan
Rank : Warrior
Description : Shadowmoon is a normal looking warrior. Her fur black as a Raven and glossy as the moon on the river. Her eyes are the exact color if you were to wrap some hazel in a new green leaf. Her long legs suggest that she has a powerful jump and her muscles around her body give the hint of a strong warrior from training. She has the same thing every warrior has, the same pointed ears, the same thin tail that any short fur warrior would have, and the same claws that are sharp as knifes. But the marks make her stand out from the rest. She has a white diamond of fur just on her chest giving her a bit more puff as she stands. And her back left leg has a white sock. The only strange thing that is on her body is a ‘star’ scar on her hind leg, the one that has the sock. As far as Shadowmoon can remember she had always had it. (It’s not a star but more like if you were to make an ‘X’ on the ground then put another ‘X’ horizontal over that one) She’s normal size as any clan cat, she doesn’t stand out, that is until you really meet her.
Personality : If Shadowmoon was to die the one thing that the warrior would say about her would be that she was: Respectful. As a young apprentice she would always let the others eat first, walk first, or get the first prey. Still as Shadowmoon is a warrior she stills hers her ways about respect. She has learned to care and listen to others until she could get her say in. She’s more of a push over, and when head hogs fly will she ever be leader. Not really a threat right? Well when you get her in a heated battle she can spit words and fight like she always acts like this. But those fighting her would be surprised that she has a caring ‘mothering’ nature to her. What does she love to do when she’s not caring for others, listening to problems, and fighting off enemies? She loves to sit in the snow and watch the world.
History : When Shadowmoon was a kit she was brought to this clan. She still knows nothing of her mother or father, to even where she once belonged. She has collected over the years that her mother was Moontail and her father Firestream. The tail is that Moontail was running away from their formal clan. They broke one of the top rules “You shall not love the warriors out of the clan”. But Moontail was due with kits, and as they walked to find a safe haven Moontail had her kits. The unfamiliar cold and the birth gave away to Moontail’s heart, she died. The only kit to be born was called Shadowkit. Firestream gave his daughter up as soon as he saw Snowclan. So Shadowkit was left to grown up knowing that she was born to Moontail and Firestream and this was her new home. And that her name was the only clue to where her parents came from. As a kit she felt that she wanted to be with her mother and father, that she feel as if she belonged. But as soon as she was an apprentice she saw that Snowclan was her family and she would never want to go away. When she go her warrior name she felt even more committed to her clan. It helped when she met her crush: Twinkletoes. She felt that love to him and she knew that finally she had found her home. Until the flood when her heart would move with her clan.
Relationships : Mother: Moontail
Father: Firestream
Mate: Twinkletoes
Role-Play : Shadowmoon walked into the snow covered forest once again. She had been here a million of times since her apprentice hood. She remembered that day. The sun was high, the snow was soft, and the prey was jumping in to her paws. Even thought that was moons again, Shadowmoon still felt the waves of happy energy flying from her body. She got in a hunter crotch and jumped and landed into the snow sending it flying in front of her. Any warrior watching her must have thought she was doing some dance. But she just wanted to feel the snow on her fur, and the push she got as she slid on the glossy surface. As she blinked her green eyes and flicked all the snow off of her black pelt. She padded on noticing how her pelt stood out against the pure snow. She crouched down again she slowly walked into the snow all the way to the end of Snowclan’s territory. She did nothing productive and nothing warrior like at all. For she was still young at heart and she just like to sit and watch to world go by her.
Motto/Themesong : Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi (I show not your face but your heart's desire.)
Name : Shadowmoon
Gender : Female
Age : 16 moons
Clan : Snowclan
Rank : Warrior
Description : Shadowmoon is a normal looking warrior. Her fur black as a Raven and glossy as the moon on the river. Her eyes are the exact color if you were to wrap some hazel in a new green leaf. Her long legs suggest that she has a powerful jump and her muscles around her body give the hint of a strong warrior from training. She has the same thing every warrior has, the same pointed ears, the same thin tail that any short fur warrior would have, and the same claws that are sharp as knifes. But the marks make her stand out from the rest. She has a white diamond of fur just on her chest giving her a bit more puff as she stands. And her back left leg has a white sock. The only strange thing that is on her body is a ‘star’ scar on her hind leg, the one that has the sock. As far as Shadowmoon can remember she had always had it. (It’s not a star but more like if you were to make an ‘X’ on the ground then put another ‘X’ horizontal over that one) She’s normal size as any clan cat, she doesn’t stand out, that is until you really meet her.
Personality : If Shadowmoon was to die the one thing that the warrior would say about her would be that she was: Respectful. As a young apprentice she would always let the others eat first, walk first, or get the first prey. Still as Shadowmoon is a warrior she stills hers her ways about respect. She has learned to care and listen to others until she could get her say in. She’s more of a push over, and when head hogs fly will she ever be leader. Not really a threat right? Well when you get her in a heated battle she can spit words and fight like she always acts like this. But those fighting her would be surprised that she has a caring ‘mothering’ nature to her. What does she love to do when she’s not caring for others, listening to problems, and fighting off enemies? She loves to sit in the snow and watch the world.
History : When Shadowmoon was a kit she was brought to this clan. She still knows nothing of her mother or father, to even where she once belonged. She has collected over the years that her mother was Moontail and her father Firestream. The tail is that Moontail was running away from their formal clan. They broke one of the top rules “You shall not love the warriors out of the clan”. But Moontail was due with kits, and as they walked to find a safe haven Moontail had her kits. The unfamiliar cold and the birth gave away to Moontail’s heart, she died. The only kit to be born was called Shadowkit. Firestream gave his daughter up as soon as he saw Snowclan. So Shadowkit was left to grown up knowing that she was born to Moontail and Firestream and this was her new home. And that her name was the only clue to where her parents came from. As a kit she felt that she wanted to be with her mother and father, that she feel as if she belonged. But as soon as she was an apprentice she saw that Snowclan was her family and she would never want to go away. When she go her warrior name she felt even more committed to her clan. It helped when she met her crush: Twinkletoes. She felt that love to him and she knew that finally she had found her home. Until the flood when her heart would move with her clan.
Relationships : Mother: Moontail
Father: Firestream
Mate: Twinkletoes
Role-Play : Shadowmoon walked into the snow covered forest once again. She had been here a million of times since her apprentice hood. She remembered that day. The sun was high, the snow was soft, and the prey was jumping in to her paws. Even thought that was moons again, Shadowmoon still felt the waves of happy energy flying from her body. She got in a hunter crotch and jumped and landed into the snow sending it flying in front of her. Any warrior watching her must have thought she was doing some dance. But she just wanted to feel the snow on her fur, and the push she got as she slid on the glossy surface. As she blinked her green eyes and flicked all the snow off of her black pelt. She padded on noticing how her pelt stood out against the pure snow. She crouched down again she slowly walked into the snow all the way to the end of Snowclan’s territory. She did nothing productive and nothing warrior like at all. For she was still young at heart and she just like to sit and watch to world go by her.
Motto/Themesong : Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi (I show not your face but your heart's desire.)