Post by lunastep on Jan 24, 2012 1:28:30 GMT -5
Name: Lunapaw
Gender: Female
Age: 7 moons
Affiliation:Neutral
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: n/a
Kin: Lunastep (cousin)
Description: Luna is a beautiful small she-cat with a black tail and a small splash of black on her forehead. The rest of her pelt is white and gleaming, with light blue eyes. She has thick, soft fur; her fur is mostly white so it's hard for her to hide at night. Her nose is a light shade of pink. She likes staying clean, so you'll rarely she her fur covered in dirt and mud, though she won't be afraid to get down in the dirt in a fight. Her fur would rarely be matted unless something was wrong and troubling her so much she wouldn't even bother grooming herself.
Personality: She is clever and thoughtful. She is small and she has a few tricks of her own that would surely make her outwit the smartest of cats with the help of her speed. Though she can be impatient, she has a kind heart and cares for others and her clan mates. She respects the warrior code though she can be a bit mischevious and finds ways around the rules. She isn't very sociable; she sometimes like to be alone by herself but can get lonely at times. She dislikes speaking of her past, which just opens up old wounds for her. She likes being in large spaces where she can roam and explore.
History: Lunapaw was born in Forestclan. Her father died from a fox attack and her mother disappeared. She was the runt of the litter in her family. Luna and her mentor, Ravenwind, were put to training which was a perfect day in the middle of Newleaf. They soon arrived at the Training Meadow and rogues jumped out of hiding ambushing her and her mentor. They captured her and killed her mentor. They brought her to the Sinclan; the leader was Jaggedstar. He kept her prisoner and gave the rogues some prey in their bellies as a reward. The cruel leader and clan member dared not feed her, not even a mouse tail. She escaped two days later outstretched claws reaching out to grab her and drag her back but they couldn't catch up with the small she-cat. They soon gave up the chase. She came back into her old camp, finding her home. Her fur bristled and her eyes widened as she found a blood stain on the camp floor and no cat in sight or body's. She found a scent trail then lost it unable to find her clan she started to travel away from her home land. Heartbroken, she became a loner an hopes to find another clan to join.
Role play sample: Luna glanced around, her ear perked at the flapping of wings as a eagle started to swoop down at her. Her fur bristled and she dashed out of the way then lost her footing tumbling and rolling down a hill. Then, she came to a stop. Crashing into a thorn bush, she let out a hiss then leapt out. Some thorns clung to her thick fur and she started to pull them out, one by one. Her ear perked and was alert in case the eagle came back. Her tail twitched irritably picking the thorns out of her fur. She felt exhausted.
She had been running for miles and her paws ached, still trying to find a place to call home. She sighed; "yeah like there's going to be more clans some where?" She grunted, then lay down and pawed at a blade of grass, missing her clan with Fishleap; the silver sweet scented she-cat who had always been like a mother to her. She felt like wailing. Missing the kind cat, she buried her face in her paws.
Gender: Female
Age: 7 moons
Affiliation:Neutral
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: n/a
Kin: Lunastep (cousin)
Description: Luna is a beautiful small she-cat with a black tail and a small splash of black on her forehead. The rest of her pelt is white and gleaming, with light blue eyes. She has thick, soft fur; her fur is mostly white so it's hard for her to hide at night. Her nose is a light shade of pink. She likes staying clean, so you'll rarely she her fur covered in dirt and mud, though she won't be afraid to get down in the dirt in a fight. Her fur would rarely be matted unless something was wrong and troubling her so much she wouldn't even bother grooming herself.
Personality: She is clever and thoughtful. She is small and she has a few tricks of her own that would surely make her outwit the smartest of cats with the help of her speed. Though she can be impatient, she has a kind heart and cares for others and her clan mates. She respects the warrior code though she can be a bit mischevious and finds ways around the rules. She isn't very sociable; she sometimes like to be alone by herself but can get lonely at times. She dislikes speaking of her past, which just opens up old wounds for her. She likes being in large spaces where she can roam and explore.
History: Lunapaw was born in Forestclan. Her father died from a fox attack and her mother disappeared. She was the runt of the litter in her family. Luna and her mentor, Ravenwind, were put to training which was a perfect day in the middle of Newleaf. They soon arrived at the Training Meadow and rogues jumped out of hiding ambushing her and her mentor. They captured her and killed her mentor. They brought her to the Sinclan; the leader was Jaggedstar. He kept her prisoner and gave the rogues some prey in their bellies as a reward. The cruel leader and clan member dared not feed her, not even a mouse tail. She escaped two days later outstretched claws reaching out to grab her and drag her back but they couldn't catch up with the small she-cat. They soon gave up the chase. She came back into her old camp, finding her home. Her fur bristled and her eyes widened as she found a blood stain on the camp floor and no cat in sight or body's. She found a scent trail then lost it unable to find her clan she started to travel away from her home land. Heartbroken, she became a loner an hopes to find another clan to join.
Role play sample: Luna glanced around, her ear perked at the flapping of wings as a eagle started to swoop down at her. Her fur bristled and she dashed out of the way then lost her footing tumbling and rolling down a hill. Then, she came to a stop. Crashing into a thorn bush, she let out a hiss then leapt out. Some thorns clung to her thick fur and she started to pull them out, one by one. Her ear perked and was alert in case the eagle came back. Her tail twitched irritably picking the thorns out of her fur. She felt exhausted.
She had been running for miles and her paws ached, still trying to find a place to call home. She sighed; "yeah like there's going to be more clans some where?" She grunted, then lay down and pawed at a blade of grass, missing her clan with Fishleap; the silver sweet scented she-cat who had always been like a mother to her. She felt like wailing. Missing the kind cat, she buried her face in her paws.
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