Post by Kisa on Feb 15, 2009 3:00:21 GMT -5
Name --
Luna
Age --
4 Years
Gender --
Female
Theme
Follow Me by Breaking Benjamin
Alignment --
Good
Clan --
StreamClan
Rank --
Warrior
Picture --
Appearance --
Luna is a beautiful she-cat with a snowy tabby pelt and soulful jade eyes. It takes only a single glance to see she's quite delicate - from her small frame to her dainty paws - and doesn't have much muscle. She bears no battle scars, seeing as she's opposed to violence, but she has menacingly long claws that she can do quite a bit of damage with. When she moves, fast would be an understatement of her speed. She's extremely agile, usually quick enough to unbalance her opponent before they do much to her. She appears to move with the breeze, and is just as unpredictable. However, she's only unpredictable in battle. Outside of battle, her eyes betray her every emotion. Pain and an undying protectiveness linger in her stare at all times. Despite the pain in her eyes, she'll laugh with her Clanmates and maintain a cheerful countenance, so many don't notice it much.
Short Description --
A graceful white tabby with expressive jade eyes.
Personality --
Luna doesn't speak much and seems to prefer sitting alone without any company, but once you befriend her, you have a friend for life. She willingly admits that the only reason she's not very social is because it makes her feel awkward and out of place. She's more loyal than most, but that may someday be the end of her. If someone close to her is hurting, she'll put herself through absolute torture to show them they're never alone. She'll skip meals and nights of sleep without a second thought, even if there's a chance no one will notice and she's the only one affected. She's very slow to anger, except on one thing - her loved ones. Come too close to them, and she'll make sure you pay for it dearly.
History --
*told from Luna's point of view*
I was born not far from the Clans, away in a small foxhole that nearly touched a Clan border. My mother and my father - they were both loners, so that made me a loner automatically. Within a few weeks of my birth, I learned my brothers and sister had died before they took their first breath or just after it. I grew up hearing stories of the Clan cats who ruled the forest that sat so close to our home. I couldn't help but wonder why we couldn't unite to be one massive Clan and put an end to the crowding and hunger. My parents laughed softly at this and I continued to dream of a day like that.
Before long, foxes moved into the land where we lived and we were forced to flee. My mother led us to a land that was close to StreamClan territory, but she fell ill suddenly. My father was too busy caring for her to hunt enough for the three of us and we all began to whither away...
My father always said it was fate that brought that StreamClan warrior to us. I'm not sure whether it was or not, but whatever it was, I am deeply grateful. We were given prey and herbs for my mother, and she improved slightly.
I was roused one night by my father. I knew by the stench what had happened. I didn't go see her. I couldn't bring myself to. My mother was now dead and I felt lonely for the first time. I snuggled against my father and tried to feel his warmth, but it wasn't the same as my mother's.
For the next several days, I watched the StreamClan kits play with their parents and a deep emptiness settled in my chest. My father told me we were leaving, and I was glad to do it. I followed him away from the camp and when we were far away, he turned on me suddenly.
"It's your fault," he snarled.
I tilted my head in confusion.
"If you hadn't been born, your mother wouldn't have had to look after you and she'd still be alive!" he roared and sprang at me. He proceeded to thrash me until I was pouring blood everywhere. He smirked when he saw me. "I'm not going to kill you. No, you must suffer for what you've done and I'd only be alleviating your pain by ending you life. This is only the beginnning."
So life went on like that...I hunted for myself. I fought for myself. I even slept away from my father. Yet somehow I loved him. After all, he was my dad. He was just hurting.
Some would've considered it a blessing when we tried to cross that damned Thunderpath one day...but I mourned the loss of my father. I was a full season-cycle old. It was time to move on.
I traveled back to the StreamClan area and stayed on the edge of their territory. There I met a young warrior named Wolfclaw who turned out to be the warrior who had spotted us. We fell in love and he left his Clan to join me as a loner.
We were together for seasons, but that was before the foxes came. I stood between him and the beasts, but they tossed me aside and forgot about me while my love slowly faded and died.
What have I learned? I learned love is precious and every moment is to be treasured. My motto - Love and Loyalty always. I've been in StreamClan for nearly a moon and I hope they see that. What better way to remember my beloved than honor his Clan?
Lineage --
Sire- Hawk, a tabby tom with gree eyes
Dam- Snow, a blue-eyed white she-cat
RP Sample --
Luna strayed from the group she had been with. After all, they weren't an official patrol, were they? She heard scampering and instinctively dropped into the hunter's crouch, just as Wolfclaw had taught her before. Wolfclaw. His memory still brought so much pain. But this wasn't the time for that. She sprang and killed her prey with a swift bite to the neck and caught up with the others.
Luna
Age --
4 Years
Gender --
Female
Theme
Follow Me by Breaking Benjamin
Alignment --
Good
Clan --
StreamClan
Rank --
Warrior
Picture --
Appearance --
Luna is a beautiful she-cat with a snowy tabby pelt and soulful jade eyes. It takes only a single glance to see she's quite delicate - from her small frame to her dainty paws - and doesn't have much muscle. She bears no battle scars, seeing as she's opposed to violence, but she has menacingly long claws that she can do quite a bit of damage with. When she moves, fast would be an understatement of her speed. She's extremely agile, usually quick enough to unbalance her opponent before they do much to her. She appears to move with the breeze, and is just as unpredictable. However, she's only unpredictable in battle. Outside of battle, her eyes betray her every emotion. Pain and an undying protectiveness linger in her stare at all times. Despite the pain in her eyes, she'll laugh with her Clanmates and maintain a cheerful countenance, so many don't notice it much.
Short Description --
A graceful white tabby with expressive jade eyes.
Personality --
Luna doesn't speak much and seems to prefer sitting alone without any company, but once you befriend her, you have a friend for life. She willingly admits that the only reason she's not very social is because it makes her feel awkward and out of place. She's more loyal than most, but that may someday be the end of her. If someone close to her is hurting, she'll put herself through absolute torture to show them they're never alone. She'll skip meals and nights of sleep without a second thought, even if there's a chance no one will notice and she's the only one affected. She's very slow to anger, except on one thing - her loved ones. Come too close to them, and she'll make sure you pay for it dearly.
History --
*told from Luna's point of view*
I was born not far from the Clans, away in a small foxhole that nearly touched a Clan border. My mother and my father - they were both loners, so that made me a loner automatically. Within a few weeks of my birth, I learned my brothers and sister had died before they took their first breath or just after it. I grew up hearing stories of the Clan cats who ruled the forest that sat so close to our home. I couldn't help but wonder why we couldn't unite to be one massive Clan and put an end to the crowding and hunger. My parents laughed softly at this and I continued to dream of a day like that.
Before long, foxes moved into the land where we lived and we were forced to flee. My mother led us to a land that was close to StreamClan territory, but she fell ill suddenly. My father was too busy caring for her to hunt enough for the three of us and we all began to whither away...
My father always said it was fate that brought that StreamClan warrior to us. I'm not sure whether it was or not, but whatever it was, I am deeply grateful. We were given prey and herbs for my mother, and she improved slightly.
I was roused one night by my father. I knew by the stench what had happened. I didn't go see her. I couldn't bring myself to. My mother was now dead and I felt lonely for the first time. I snuggled against my father and tried to feel his warmth, but it wasn't the same as my mother's.
For the next several days, I watched the StreamClan kits play with their parents and a deep emptiness settled in my chest. My father told me we were leaving, and I was glad to do it. I followed him away from the camp and when we were far away, he turned on me suddenly.
"It's your fault," he snarled.
I tilted my head in confusion.
"If you hadn't been born, your mother wouldn't have had to look after you and she'd still be alive!" he roared and sprang at me. He proceeded to thrash me until I was pouring blood everywhere. He smirked when he saw me. "I'm not going to kill you. No, you must suffer for what you've done and I'd only be alleviating your pain by ending you life. This is only the beginnning."
So life went on like that...I hunted for myself. I fought for myself. I even slept away from my father. Yet somehow I loved him. After all, he was my dad. He was just hurting.
Some would've considered it a blessing when we tried to cross that damned Thunderpath one day...but I mourned the loss of my father. I was a full season-cycle old. It was time to move on.
I traveled back to the StreamClan area and stayed on the edge of their territory. There I met a young warrior named Wolfclaw who turned out to be the warrior who had spotted us. We fell in love and he left his Clan to join me as a loner.
We were together for seasons, but that was before the foxes came. I stood between him and the beasts, but they tossed me aside and forgot about me while my love slowly faded and died.
What have I learned? I learned love is precious and every moment is to be treasured. My motto - Love and Loyalty always. I've been in StreamClan for nearly a moon and I hope they see that. What better way to remember my beloved than honor his Clan?
Lineage --
Sire- Hawk, a tabby tom with gree eyes
Dam- Snow, a blue-eyed white she-cat
RP Sample --
Luna strayed from the group she had been with. After all, they weren't an official patrol, were they? She heard scampering and instinctively dropped into the hunter's crouch, just as Wolfclaw had taught her before. Wolfclaw. His memory still brought so much pain. But this wasn't the time for that. She sprang and killed her prey with a swift bite to the neck and caught up with the others.