Post by moonshadow on May 15, 2007 18:08:59 GMT -5
Name: Moonshadow
Gender: She-cat
Age:19 moons
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Moonshadow has sort of a shadowy personality. Shes not exactly outgoing, nor shy. An inbetween, that can be only described as broken. She just seems lost. Since kit-hood, she has been this way. Most of it comes from her mother who treated her brother and poorly. She can't love. She has also been caught talking to someone in the forest but this mystery cat has never been found. She has only told who this was to her only sibilng, who passed away as she explained this to him. Unless you really knew Moonshadow she is not one you would desire to talk to. She often asks for help in riddles not riddles, but signals or actions. She would react oddly to someone new, being completely honest to them if she knew they would never again meet. If they were to meet again some how she would continue on as a shodow slowly, but surely retrracting herself from the crowd.
Physical Description: Moonshadow is a creamy-grey she cat. She is about medium in size, though she as a long tail. Her face is pleasurable to cat standards though, she was told otherwise by her mother. Her innerpelt is a deeper grey that is about the color of stone but towards the tips of her pelt, a more creamish (whiteish-yellow) color. Her paws are padded with black, like the night sky in twolegplace a tad lighter color than forest nights. Her eyes are a deep grey often laced with worry and nervousness. Her ears are pink and whiskers white.
Past Life:
As earlier stated, Moonshadow is never a really happy cat. Here She will explain to her friend.
"Dear someone, watching in the shadows..." A young greyish cat mewed in a hushed sad voice. A looming darkness stood ahead of her. Is it my shadow or is some one really there. She thought. No, of course there is some one out there. Moonkit decided. "You're the only one I talk to sometimes." She finished. You've seen my fall apart and you've helped me pull myself together. But raindrops keep falling on my pelt. She mewed and looked down. "I'm not a skillful warrior but I'm learning and trying to love..." She mewed. A kit this intellegent could only fall to a downward spiral. She knew to much. She knew just, not quite enough. How can I be a riverclanner, and swim, when everything is as cold as ice.." she paused. she hadn't spoken in 4 moons her voice was beginning to crack. THe looming darkness seemed to shift understandingly. Who ever this was, would always be there for Moonkit.
Moonpaw ran out of camp eyes tearing would the quiet one be there? she asked herself. Yes. she padded towards the darkness in the woods and engulfed herself in it. The quiet one, she called it now, eased her prickled spirits and reassured her broken heart. "I know I question things to quickly... But I've never questioned if I loved him." She whispered the darkness hushed her. "I told him about you as he passed.." She told the quiet one. She spoke of her brother, the one who died right there his creamy pelt herged with hers. "Oh, Stonepaw... she murmered weakly. As if her mother weren't cruel enough. Now the old fleabag had something more to pester Moonpaw about.
The quiet one, 6 moons later loomed over Moonshadow. She was confused. I don't understand it... She whispered, it was barley audible. Mother is dead, yet I don't know how to feel. Happy or sad." She worried herself now. She was my mother and all she did was taunt me... but now, shes gone, and I miss her. Then, the quiet one spoke. "Moonshadow. you've come to me since your but 3 moons, and you've always cried about her abusive behavior." The shadows voice boomed into her head, not out loud. And now, you miss her because she is the only one that would talk to you." She thought for a moment. It was true. There was no kinship. It was just her mothers that ever said name. "If you never say your name to anyone they can never ever call you by it..." it was over. Once again the shodow had help clen up her wounds better then any medicine cat could have. "Thank you.." she whispered.
Other: Wants to learn how to love. If she ever had an apprentice the two would be very close. Very in touch with senses. She' s an excellent hunter.
Picture:
The Password: Mousebrain
Gender: She-cat
Age:19 moons
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Moonshadow has sort of a shadowy personality. Shes not exactly outgoing, nor shy. An inbetween, that can be only described as broken. She just seems lost. Since kit-hood, she has been this way. Most of it comes from her mother who treated her brother and poorly. She can't love. She has also been caught talking to someone in the forest but this mystery cat has never been found. She has only told who this was to her only sibilng, who passed away as she explained this to him. Unless you really knew Moonshadow she is not one you would desire to talk to. She often asks for help in riddles not riddles, but signals or actions. She would react oddly to someone new, being completely honest to them if she knew they would never again meet. If they were to meet again some how she would continue on as a shodow slowly, but surely retrracting herself from the crowd.
Physical Description: Moonshadow is a creamy-grey she cat. She is about medium in size, though she as a long tail. Her face is pleasurable to cat standards though, she was told otherwise by her mother. Her innerpelt is a deeper grey that is about the color of stone but towards the tips of her pelt, a more creamish (whiteish-yellow) color. Her paws are padded with black, like the night sky in twolegplace a tad lighter color than forest nights. Her eyes are a deep grey often laced with worry and nervousness. Her ears are pink and whiskers white.
Past Life:
As earlier stated, Moonshadow is never a really happy cat. Here She will explain to her friend.
"Dear someone, watching in the shadows..." A young greyish cat mewed in a hushed sad voice. A looming darkness stood ahead of her. Is it my shadow or is some one really there. She thought. No, of course there is some one out there. Moonkit decided. "You're the only one I talk to sometimes." She finished. You've seen my fall apart and you've helped me pull myself together. But raindrops keep falling on my pelt. She mewed and looked down. "I'm not a skillful warrior but I'm learning and trying to love..." She mewed. A kit this intellegent could only fall to a downward spiral. She knew to much. She knew just, not quite enough. How can I be a riverclanner, and swim, when everything is as cold as ice.." she paused. she hadn't spoken in 4 moons her voice was beginning to crack. THe looming darkness seemed to shift understandingly. Who ever this was, would always be there for Moonkit.
Moonpaw ran out of camp eyes tearing would the quiet one be there? she asked herself. Yes. she padded towards the darkness in the woods and engulfed herself in it. The quiet one, she called it now, eased her prickled spirits and reassured her broken heart. "I know I question things to quickly... But I've never questioned if I loved him." She whispered the darkness hushed her. "I told him about you as he passed.." She told the quiet one. She spoke of her brother, the one who died right there his creamy pelt herged with hers. "Oh, Stonepaw... she murmered weakly. As if her mother weren't cruel enough. Now the old fleabag had something more to pester Moonpaw about.
The quiet one, 6 moons later loomed over Moonshadow. She was confused. I don't understand it... She whispered, it was barley audible. Mother is dead, yet I don't know how to feel. Happy or sad." She worried herself now. She was my mother and all she did was taunt me... but now, shes gone, and I miss her. Then, the quiet one spoke. "Moonshadow. you've come to me since your but 3 moons, and you've always cried about her abusive behavior." The shadows voice boomed into her head, not out loud. And now, you miss her because she is the only one that would talk to you." She thought for a moment. It was true. There was no kinship. It was just her mothers that ever said name. "If you never say your name to anyone they can never ever call you by it..." it was over. Once again the shodow had help clen up her wounds better then any medicine cat could have. "Thank you.." she whispered.
Other: Wants to learn how to love. If she ever had an apprentice the two would be very close. Very in touch with senses. She' s an excellent hunter.
Picture:
The Password: Mousebrain