Post by Mooneyes on Nov 24, 2007 1:03:41 GMT -5
Name: Mooneyes
Past/Future Names: Moonkit, Moonpaw, Moonstar (if she gets to be leader, which I highly doubt)
Gender: female
Clan: Springclan
Moons: twenty. No more, no less
Position: warrior
Appearance: Mooneyes's pelt is made up of three colors, and three colors only: yellow, black, and brown. Some would say her pelt is hauntingly beautiful, but others will say she is unbelievably ugly. But does Mooneyes care? No. Pure, unbroken, midnight black maskes her face, leaving only some tufts of yellow fur on the bottom of her black ears yellow. Her nose is coated in the same hue of black. Her whiskers are thick and long, and the black is broken by a pair of startling eyes, eyes that are so light blue that they are almost silver. The black ends at her forehead, which is dominated by very, very light brown that fades into a brilliant yellow dot at the center of her head. Her cheeks are long-furred, that is darker brown where they connect with her black mask, that eventually fades into yellow at her neck. Her upper body is in the sun-kissed yellow color, and her pegs are consumed in the midnight-black color. Her lower body is a darker brown, like the dirt on a dry dry day, and fades into the murky blackness of her tail.
Personality: Mooneyes is made to be a follower, not a leader. True, she will think over her orders before she agrees, but if she disagrees, she tells them in a loving and calm manner. It is almost impossible to get mad at Mooneyes, but it have happened before. Some might think that Mooneyes will not live for very long, since she never dares to kill another cat, even with her life in danger. Mooneyes is suited for fighting with agility, not strength. She can put up a good fight if you provoke her too much, but that is highly unlikely. She only gets out her claws and teeth when she really have to, which isn't very much. She is shy, even to her own clanmates, but only if she doesn't know them. It scares her out of her mind when she have to talk to a stranger, but if she have to, she have to. She might open up to you in a little while, but if she just met you, she is awkward and trips over her words.
History: Flowingstream licked at the little bundly of yellow, brown and black fur that she have just produced a few days ago, and looked at Hazelstorm with loving eyes. Hazelstorm retured her look, and curled up beside his mate.
"Three days, and we still haven't came up with a name yet." Hazelstorm sighed.
Flowingstream paused to think for a moment, and suddenly, something clicked in her mind. "Moonkit. Her name will be Moonkit." she looked at her mate.
Hazelstorm nodded. "Moonkit it is then." he meowed. The kit let out a little squeak, as if they knew that she was talking about her.
That is the birth of Moonkit.
She had experianced too many deaths when she was an apprentice. Her father was defending her mother and her new siblings, Murkykit and Leapingkit when foxes raided camp. Her father lost. The foxes won. Mooneyes tried, she really did, but the foxes were stronger than her, able to fling her aside and get into the nursery. Her mother tried to defend her newborn kits. Her mother lost. The foxes won. Her mother tried to drive them away from the kits that they just killed. Her mother died. The foxes won. Finally, they were able to drive the foxes out of camp, but Moonpaw felt as part of her soul have been teared away. She lost her father, her mother, and her brother and sister. All in one day. One fateful day. That day was the day that changed her life.
When she was only thirteen moons old, she was given her first apprentice, Fawnpaw. The foxes returned when Fawnpaw was Fawnfur, and when Mooneyes had her new apprentice, Saplingpaw. The each fought like ten warriors. The foxes bit down on Fawnpelt's neck. Fawnpelt died quickly, but painfully. They crushed Saplingpaw's skull. Saplingpaw died.
Mooneyes was heartbroken. Now, she have lost eight dear ones, for Fawnpelt's apprentice, Streampaw, was also killed. The leader gave her a new apprentice. She refused, saying that she will never accept an apprentice again, that the pain is just too great.
RP Example: A flash of yellow, brown and black. Then, it was all over. Mooneyes stood with the mouse in her jaws, and, feeling proud, began padding back to camp. She picked up a vole, and a nightingale, and dropped them in the fresh-kill pile. Sighing, she flopped down in order to catch the last rays of sunshine.
Mooneyes watched as the sun spilled the brillient colors of pink, orange and yellow across the sky. She watched as the glowing orb slipped down beneath the horizon. She knew that it will be almost night time, that the moon will soon be out, that the stars will be out in the sky, blinking at her from Silverpelt.
Sure enough, the sky soon faded into the black of night as the first brave stars ventured out to position themselves in the night sky. The yellow moon shone brightly, casting silver shadows on the ground. Mooneye's eyes matched the moon's silver light. Her eyes were brimming with excitement as she scanned the night sky for the familier cluster of eight stars she knew will be out soon. Sure enough, she spotted them. Her father, mother, Murkykit, Leapingkit, Fawnpelt, Saplingpaw and Streampaw. A smile began at the corners of her lips, and spread across her whole face as she gazed up at Silverpelt, and two words escaped from her black mouth.
"Thank you."
Quick Description: Beautiful yellow, black and brown she-cat with moonlit-silver eyes.
Other: Here's a picture of her: usera.imagecave.com/black_stallion313/Cat_by_QueenOfRohan.jpg
Past/Future Names: Moonkit, Moonpaw, Moonstar (if she gets to be leader, which I highly doubt)
Gender: female
Clan: Springclan
Moons: twenty. No more, no less
Position: warrior
Appearance: Mooneyes's pelt is made up of three colors, and three colors only: yellow, black, and brown. Some would say her pelt is hauntingly beautiful, but others will say she is unbelievably ugly. But does Mooneyes care? No. Pure, unbroken, midnight black maskes her face, leaving only some tufts of yellow fur on the bottom of her black ears yellow. Her nose is coated in the same hue of black. Her whiskers are thick and long, and the black is broken by a pair of startling eyes, eyes that are so light blue that they are almost silver. The black ends at her forehead, which is dominated by very, very light brown that fades into a brilliant yellow dot at the center of her head. Her cheeks are long-furred, that is darker brown where they connect with her black mask, that eventually fades into yellow at her neck. Her upper body is in the sun-kissed yellow color, and her pegs are consumed in the midnight-black color. Her lower body is a darker brown, like the dirt on a dry dry day, and fades into the murky blackness of her tail.
Personality: Mooneyes is made to be a follower, not a leader. True, she will think over her orders before she agrees, but if she disagrees, she tells them in a loving and calm manner. It is almost impossible to get mad at Mooneyes, but it have happened before. Some might think that Mooneyes will not live for very long, since she never dares to kill another cat, even with her life in danger. Mooneyes is suited for fighting with agility, not strength. She can put up a good fight if you provoke her too much, but that is highly unlikely. She only gets out her claws and teeth when she really have to, which isn't very much. She is shy, even to her own clanmates, but only if she doesn't know them. It scares her out of her mind when she have to talk to a stranger, but if she have to, she have to. She might open up to you in a little while, but if she just met you, she is awkward and trips over her words.
History: Flowingstream licked at the little bundly of yellow, brown and black fur that she have just produced a few days ago, and looked at Hazelstorm with loving eyes. Hazelstorm retured her look, and curled up beside his mate.
"Three days, and we still haven't came up with a name yet." Hazelstorm sighed.
Flowingstream paused to think for a moment, and suddenly, something clicked in her mind. "Moonkit. Her name will be Moonkit." she looked at her mate.
Hazelstorm nodded. "Moonkit it is then." he meowed. The kit let out a little squeak, as if they knew that she was talking about her.
That is the birth of Moonkit.
She had experianced too many deaths when she was an apprentice. Her father was defending her mother and her new siblings, Murkykit and Leapingkit when foxes raided camp. Her father lost. The foxes won. Mooneyes tried, she really did, but the foxes were stronger than her, able to fling her aside and get into the nursery. Her mother tried to defend her newborn kits. Her mother lost. The foxes won. Her mother tried to drive them away from the kits that they just killed. Her mother died. The foxes won. Finally, they were able to drive the foxes out of camp, but Moonpaw felt as part of her soul have been teared away. She lost her father, her mother, and her brother and sister. All in one day. One fateful day. That day was the day that changed her life.
When she was only thirteen moons old, she was given her first apprentice, Fawnpaw. The foxes returned when Fawnpaw was Fawnfur, and when Mooneyes had her new apprentice, Saplingpaw. The each fought like ten warriors. The foxes bit down on Fawnpelt's neck. Fawnpelt died quickly, but painfully. They crushed Saplingpaw's skull. Saplingpaw died.
Mooneyes was heartbroken. Now, she have lost eight dear ones, for Fawnpelt's apprentice, Streampaw, was also killed. The leader gave her a new apprentice. She refused, saying that she will never accept an apprentice again, that the pain is just too great.
RP Example: A flash of yellow, brown and black. Then, it was all over. Mooneyes stood with the mouse in her jaws, and, feeling proud, began padding back to camp. She picked up a vole, and a nightingale, and dropped them in the fresh-kill pile. Sighing, she flopped down in order to catch the last rays of sunshine.
Mooneyes watched as the sun spilled the brillient colors of pink, orange and yellow across the sky. She watched as the glowing orb slipped down beneath the horizon. She knew that it will be almost night time, that the moon will soon be out, that the stars will be out in the sky, blinking at her from Silverpelt.
Sure enough, the sky soon faded into the black of night as the first brave stars ventured out to position themselves in the night sky. The yellow moon shone brightly, casting silver shadows on the ground. Mooneye's eyes matched the moon's silver light. Her eyes were brimming with excitement as she scanned the night sky for the familier cluster of eight stars she knew will be out soon. Sure enough, she spotted them. Her father, mother, Murkykit, Leapingkit, Fawnpelt, Saplingpaw and Streampaw. A smile began at the corners of her lips, and spread across her whole face as she gazed up at Silverpelt, and two words escaped from her black mouth.
"Thank you."
Quick Description: Beautiful yellow, black and brown she-cat with moonlit-silver eyes.
Other: Here's a picture of her: usera.imagecave.com/black_stallion313/Cat_by_QueenOfRohan.jpg
