Post by Froststar on Jan 31, 2007 2:30:26 GMT -5
Name: Darkmoon
Gender: Female
Age: 28 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: SnowClan
Appearance: Darkmoon is a purple eyed, jet black queen. Her eyes are very unusual and because no one ever knew her father and her mother died shortly after Darkkit was born, they tend to evoke thinking in many cats. Her tail is white along with her back left paw. She has a slight limp in this paw because of an attack by rogues when she was an apprentice. This same fight left her with a long scar under her eyes. Her long legs mean that she is very agile, making up for her lack of strength.
Personality: Because of a neglected kit-hood Darkmoon was very shy and quiet. She became slightly more self assured when she became an apprentice and her mentor, Moonheart, taught her not only the skills every apprentice should know, but also how to articulate herself and speak up when she feels something is wrong. Many of the warriors who bullied her as an apprentice also are still doing that now, when she is a warrior. This has caused her to hate most of her clan and she dreams of one day becoming a loner. Her stress as a kit has left her constantly tense as a warrior, meaning that she flares up at anyone who does anything even slightly annoying around her. Despite this, though when she is around friends she is completely calm, friendly, talkative and happy.
History: Darkmoon never knew her father. She barely knew her mother either as she left the clan shortly after Darkkit’s birth and as she was a loner no clancats knew her background. Sadly her only other family (to her knowledge), her brother, died of greencough when she was just one moon old. This meant that as a kit and apprentice she became used to bottling her feelings up inside as she had no one to talk to. She was often taunted by the other apprentices about her heritage. This taunting still continues now, however now she has learnt to retort. Unfortunately though, this means that she gets into more trouble than many other warriors as she flares up at the slightest of suggestions. When she was only 15 moons she got into a terrible fight with a dog. The dog caught her and two other warriors unawares and flung Darkmoon into a tree causing her to land with one of her rear legs twisted and numerous other injuries including a deep gash down her flank. She was unable to walk for half a moon and unable to hunt efficiently for another half a moon.
I.C.: Sighing Darkmoon lay down in her soft bed of moss near the middle of the warriors den. She looked up and noted that outside many of her fellow clancats were still discussing the Gathering. She had never been able to understand why, as in her view all Gatherings just centred on the leaders discussing how their clans were faring and never really telling the truth. Oh to not have to go the Gatherings every full-moon she thought. She knew that she would never have the courage to just leave, but even so she still devised plans. These varied from her sneaking out one night, to her explaining to Snowstar, in an epic speech, why all cats should free themselves. However before long tiredness overwhelmed her and she slipped into an uneasy sleep.
Darkmoon walked slowly through the eerie forest. She knew she was meant to be hunting, but she every time she saw prey it disappeared. A twig snapped behind her and she sprung around, hackles raised. “Do not fear me,” a disembodied voice spoke. Darkmoon checked around her in the bushes, but still could not find the cat. “Who are you?” she queried, her voice shaking. “My identity is not important,” the cat snapped causing Darkmoon to shy away. “What is important however is that you continue to stay in RainClan. The rest of the clan’s exclusion of you will not last forever and when it stops you will find that you will become an honoured member of your clan.” The voice grew fainter until it became a whisper “Believe and you will discover…” it had dropped so low by this time that Darkmoon lost the last, crucial part. “Darkmoon, Darkmoon!” the forest faded and Darkmoon found herself looking up into the worried eyes of an apprentice. “Snowstar is about to start her speech about the Gathering.” Darkmoon groaned and slowly stood up. Stretching she looked at the apprentice and said “Okay, I’m coming, thanks for telling me.” The apprentice beamed at her compliments and bounced out of the den. She sighed; no matter if StarClan might have taken an interest in her life, normal life must continue…
Codeword:Ni!
Gender: Female
Age: 28 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: SnowClan
Appearance: Darkmoon is a purple eyed, jet black queen. Her eyes are very unusual and because no one ever knew her father and her mother died shortly after Darkkit was born, they tend to evoke thinking in many cats. Her tail is white along with her back left paw. She has a slight limp in this paw because of an attack by rogues when she was an apprentice. This same fight left her with a long scar under her eyes. Her long legs mean that she is very agile, making up for her lack of strength.
Personality: Because of a neglected kit-hood Darkmoon was very shy and quiet. She became slightly more self assured when she became an apprentice and her mentor, Moonheart, taught her not only the skills every apprentice should know, but also how to articulate herself and speak up when she feels something is wrong. Many of the warriors who bullied her as an apprentice also are still doing that now, when she is a warrior. This has caused her to hate most of her clan and she dreams of one day becoming a loner. Her stress as a kit has left her constantly tense as a warrior, meaning that she flares up at anyone who does anything even slightly annoying around her. Despite this, though when she is around friends she is completely calm, friendly, talkative and happy.
History: Darkmoon never knew her father. She barely knew her mother either as she left the clan shortly after Darkkit’s birth and as she was a loner no clancats knew her background. Sadly her only other family (to her knowledge), her brother, died of greencough when she was just one moon old. This meant that as a kit and apprentice she became used to bottling her feelings up inside as she had no one to talk to. She was often taunted by the other apprentices about her heritage. This taunting still continues now, however now she has learnt to retort. Unfortunately though, this means that she gets into more trouble than many other warriors as she flares up at the slightest of suggestions. When she was only 15 moons she got into a terrible fight with a dog. The dog caught her and two other warriors unawares and flung Darkmoon into a tree causing her to land with one of her rear legs twisted and numerous other injuries including a deep gash down her flank. She was unable to walk for half a moon and unable to hunt efficiently for another half a moon.
I.C.: Sighing Darkmoon lay down in her soft bed of moss near the middle of the warriors den. She looked up and noted that outside many of her fellow clancats were still discussing the Gathering. She had never been able to understand why, as in her view all Gatherings just centred on the leaders discussing how their clans were faring and never really telling the truth. Oh to not have to go the Gatherings every full-moon she thought. She knew that she would never have the courage to just leave, but even so she still devised plans. These varied from her sneaking out one night, to her explaining to Snowstar, in an epic speech, why all cats should free themselves. However before long tiredness overwhelmed her and she slipped into an uneasy sleep.
Darkmoon walked slowly through the eerie forest. She knew she was meant to be hunting, but she every time she saw prey it disappeared. A twig snapped behind her and she sprung around, hackles raised. “Do not fear me,” a disembodied voice spoke. Darkmoon checked around her in the bushes, but still could not find the cat. “Who are you?” she queried, her voice shaking. “My identity is not important,” the cat snapped causing Darkmoon to shy away. “What is important however is that you continue to stay in RainClan. The rest of the clan’s exclusion of you will not last forever and when it stops you will find that you will become an honoured member of your clan.” The voice grew fainter until it became a whisper “Believe and you will discover…” it had dropped so low by this time that Darkmoon lost the last, crucial part. “Darkmoon, Darkmoon!” the forest faded and Darkmoon found herself looking up into the worried eyes of an apprentice. “Snowstar is about to start her speech about the Gathering.” Darkmoon groaned and slowly stood up. Stretching she looked at the apprentice and said “Okay, I’m coming, thanks for telling me.” The apprentice beamed at her compliments and bounced out of the den. She sighed; no matter if StarClan might have taken an interest in her life, normal life must continue…
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