Post by Justice on Sept 23, 2016 0:46:24 GMT -5
Name: Moonfeather
Age: 17 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: none
Rank: Loner
Picture:
Description: Moonfeather is a delicate looking she-cat with short blue-gray fur and green eyes. Her eyes and ears are slightly larger than normal, and her ears are rounded at the tops and constantly swivel on her head as she moves. Her long legs give her an oddly swaying gait, almost as if she is constantly trying to swim rather than walk. Her whiskers are of medium length and frame around her small dark gray nose. She's slender and has a long tail that moves along with her stride. The tips of her ears, paws, and tail are a slightly darker gray than the rest of her fur. She also has a small scar at the base of her tail from an accident when she was a kit.
Description Summary: A small she-cat with short blue-gray fur and green eyes.
Personality: Soft spoken and slow to trust, Moonfeather is a cat that believes absolutely that trust is something that is earned rather than given. She doesn't give her trust easily, instead quietly observing those around her and giving them time to prove she can trust him. She never speaks unless it is with purpose, and absolutely disdains those that choose to 'gossip'. She feels that if one has the time to gossip, to spread rumors that may or may not be relevant then it is time they are wasting.
Moonfeather can be brutally honest with those around her, which can make her come off as prickly to some cats. She's also a very sweet and calm tempered cat, at least when it comes to dealing with other Queens and their kits. Once a cat has gained her trust she becomes fiercely loyal and will never betray that cat unless they first betray her trust. She believes in long term loyalties and alliances, and hopes to remain in a stable environment after the difficult start she and her small family have had in life.
History: The story her parents told she and her siblings, about how they came to be, is something that Moonfeather calls one of the greatest romances of all time. But then, perhaps, she's biased. Her story begins when a Loner tom-cat named Blazebriar met a kitty pet named Searcy and the two fell in love. He tempted her with stories of freedom out in the world and life away from two-legs, and she gave him something he'd never had before; someone to protect. They would come to make their home in a small forest near her former home and start their family.
Though never part of a real clan the small family would be happy for many moons just as a family unit. Moonfeather, along with siblings Leafwhisper and Blackpelt, would grow up in a sort of idyllic life out in their small forest with parents to protect and feed them until they learned to fend for themselves.
When she asked why she and her siblings were named similarly to their father rather than their mother, Moonfeather was told that it had to do with the old stories that floated around their territory. Tales of a group of cats that named themselves in just that way, and that it had to do with their father's love of those old stories that had her parents agreeing to naming their kits in the same way. Even as they didn't understand why the cats from before were named the way they were, her father had been entranced and it was enough for her mother to allow it. She never really cared about the matter after that, as it didn't seem to affect their lives in anyway.
But this idyllic life was shattered one early greenleaf day. While Moonfeather was off fishing at a nearby pond a pair of two-legs came upon her family's nest. She was never really sure what happened, but when she returned her parents were already dead and her two siblings were missing. Not having anyone that knew medicine there was nothing she could have even done if they'd been alive. She didn't know if her brother and sister were alive or not, and so would set out in search of them.
Her search ended up leaving her lost and far from her nest with no idea as to how to get back. This deep in two-leg territory there were no ponds for her to fish in, and she didn't have much skill in hunting on land. In this time she nearly starved as she tried her best to scavenge what she needed and avoid the two-legs and their monsters. It was only due to the timely intervention of a massive tawny tomcat that saved her from either starvation or some fate tied in with the two-legs that destroyed her family.
By this time Moonfeather was despondent and terribly lonely and the tom was her salvation. His name was Bramblebrush. He was charming and strong and followed an odd code she'd never experienced from the other loners or her family unit. While she recovered he hunted for her and would tell her stories passed down from his father of a thing called a Clan and how they lived. He didn't know if he did their 'warrior code' correctly, but he tried his best. He told her of Starclan, of the deep forest and glades, of places where there were no two-legs to hurt the cats that just wanted to live their lives. She was fascinated, even if his tales were only recollections from things his father had spoken of. Like her his parents had been killed by two-legs, leaving him all alone in the world. Unlike her, Bramblebrush was strong enough to take care of himself on his own. And, he told her, he'd teach her how to be strong enough as well.
So he taught her where the best places to scavenge food when lean times came was, as well as helped her focus what little talent she had in hunting on the land. She eventually got good enough to be able to at least catch the small rodents that haunted their alley home, and she taught him how to fish. Which, given his thick fur and size, was a very hilarious lesson. As time went on the two became close, eventually even falling in love. Moonfeather decided she'd build her own family, and continue to search for her siblings while chasing her own happiness. It was one of the few times she thought only of herself.
It wasn't long before the new couple found themselves expecting kits, and Bramblebrush insisted he do all the hunting and that she, as an expectant queen, should stay at the den and not overtax herself. He was nervous and over attentive, sometimes to the point that Moonfeather got after him with her claws. Never striking, never harming, just to get a few moments on her own. After an uneventful and often frustrating pregnancy, the young she-cat would give birth to five beautiful kits. This is where things went south once again.
Her mate came back from a hunt one day coughing and complaining of a bit of a headache. At first they thought nothing of it, but it quickly escalated into coughing up blood and crippling pain in his legs. Bramblebrush, having been around other loners long enough, told her it was something called redcough. It was very contagious as well and he told her to take the kits and get away from him. There were herbs that could help him, but they didn't grow in the area. Without those herbs, there was very little to be done for him. But she loved her mate and didn't want to abandon him, but did move the kits further away to keep them safe. It was, unfortunately, too little too late. First one kit, then two, and then three of her five kits started coughing and showing the signs of redcough.
At only a little over a week old three of Moonfeather's kits would succumb to a sickness that there was no Medicine Cat to treat. Something that, were her mate's tales to be true, was easily treated. She moved the remaining two kits to a different place, but kept coming back to check on her mate. Just after losing most of her litter, the fast acting illness took her Bramblebrush from her as well. With nothing more she could do she would drag his body to the small park she'd buried her precious kits in and bury their father with them so that he could protect them wherever it was cat spirits went after passing.
Now numb from all the ones she'd lost, and with two young kits still to take care of, Moonfeather decided she wanted away from all the two legs and the illness that came with being around them. She didn't understand exactly what had happened, or why she and the two remaining kits hadn't caught the illness, she just wanted away. Away from the pain of loss, away from the memories of what could have been, just away.
And so she set out, determined to leave the two-legs and their nests far behind, to provide a safer place for her kits to grow up in. She chose to leave everything she'd ever known behind and take her kits with her. It would be a difficult journey, especially since she had no idea where she was going, just that she had to get away. Each day she'd walk until her kits needed to be fed then stop to attend to their needs, which included forcing herself to leave them and hunt close by. Her skills were meager at best, but she managed to catch small lizards in order to keep producing milk. Kits had to eat, so she had to eat, no matter how little she really wanted to. As the days wore on her heart hurt less, but the pain of so much loss was still with her. She was just learning to live with it, learning to get past the pain and focus on what mattered; her remaining kits and their future. If nothing else she would see them well grown and happy. Safe, knowing their mother loved them, and about their father when they were old enough to understand.
It would be a journey of a little over a moon, as she kept time, before she felt she'd come far enough from her former lake home to be safe. But by that point she was lost, and her kits were big enough to walk along with her. They were eating the prey she brought them, growing up on the road and learning early to stay hidden while their mother hunted. She prayed daily for them to both survive, for her not to lose anyone else. For someone that didn't really believe in StarClan this was something she found odd to do, but that gave her a small measure of comfort as well as the ability to at least pretend she could talk to an adult cat for a short time every day. She loved her kits, but sometimes she longed for the company of another grown cat. Eventually, this wish was answered.
One day, just after the daily hunt, Moonfeather was approached by a loner tom cat that had noticed she and her family around and wanted to see if they were lost. She was wary of him and remained hunched over her kits protectively the entire time she spoke with him, but it was from this tom that she learned of the Valley and the clans that lived within it. She had come most of the way already, only needing to cross the mountain into the valley itself. And he was willing to show her the way. Reluctantly, but with little choice other than to follow, the young queen gathered her kits and set out.
It took only two days to reach the edge of Clan territory, though to Moonfeather it felt like longer in the presence of the loner tom that had shown them the way. Her guide left her there, at the edge of the territory with her kits, and wished her luck. From this point it was her choice where her path would lead her.
RP Example:
Life had never been something she considered as having to be fair. In fact, she knew that it was anything but. Her beloved had told her of something called Starclan, but she didn't want to believe in them anymore. If they existed, then why hadn't they ever sent someone to help her? Why had they let Bramblebrush, her strong and brave mate, die in such a horrible way? Why did they leave her to fend for herself after destroying her family not once, but twice? What sort of Clan didn't help others if they could see they were in trouble? She didn't know that Starclan were spirits, were not actually physically able to do anything. She also didn't know that they didn't speak to everyone.
Hunting was difficult for her, especially in a new place such as this. And it was getting colder. What would she do, she worried, when the freeze came and the waters froze over? How would she feed her kits if she couldn't feed herself and produce milk for them?
Other:
Her kits are Fawnkit and Amberkit, two she-cats that are currently a little over a moon and a half old.
Were You Referred? Silver referred me.
Age: 17 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: none
Rank: Loner
Picture:
Description: Moonfeather is a delicate looking she-cat with short blue-gray fur and green eyes. Her eyes and ears are slightly larger than normal, and her ears are rounded at the tops and constantly swivel on her head as she moves. Her long legs give her an oddly swaying gait, almost as if she is constantly trying to swim rather than walk. Her whiskers are of medium length and frame around her small dark gray nose. She's slender and has a long tail that moves along with her stride. The tips of her ears, paws, and tail are a slightly darker gray than the rest of her fur. She also has a small scar at the base of her tail from an accident when she was a kit.
Description Summary: A small she-cat with short blue-gray fur and green eyes.
Personality: Soft spoken and slow to trust, Moonfeather is a cat that believes absolutely that trust is something that is earned rather than given. She doesn't give her trust easily, instead quietly observing those around her and giving them time to prove she can trust him. She never speaks unless it is with purpose, and absolutely disdains those that choose to 'gossip'. She feels that if one has the time to gossip, to spread rumors that may or may not be relevant then it is time they are wasting.
Moonfeather can be brutally honest with those around her, which can make her come off as prickly to some cats. She's also a very sweet and calm tempered cat, at least when it comes to dealing with other Queens and their kits. Once a cat has gained her trust she becomes fiercely loyal and will never betray that cat unless they first betray her trust. She believes in long term loyalties and alliances, and hopes to remain in a stable environment after the difficult start she and her small family have had in life.
History: The story her parents told she and her siblings, about how they came to be, is something that Moonfeather calls one of the greatest romances of all time. But then, perhaps, she's biased. Her story begins when a Loner tom-cat named Blazebriar met a kitty pet named Searcy and the two fell in love. He tempted her with stories of freedom out in the world and life away from two-legs, and she gave him something he'd never had before; someone to protect. They would come to make their home in a small forest near her former home and start their family.
Though never part of a real clan the small family would be happy for many moons just as a family unit. Moonfeather, along with siblings Leafwhisper and Blackpelt, would grow up in a sort of idyllic life out in their small forest with parents to protect and feed them until they learned to fend for themselves.
When she asked why she and her siblings were named similarly to their father rather than their mother, Moonfeather was told that it had to do with the old stories that floated around their territory. Tales of a group of cats that named themselves in just that way, and that it had to do with their father's love of those old stories that had her parents agreeing to naming their kits in the same way. Even as they didn't understand why the cats from before were named the way they were, her father had been entranced and it was enough for her mother to allow it. She never really cared about the matter after that, as it didn't seem to affect their lives in anyway.
But this idyllic life was shattered one early greenleaf day. While Moonfeather was off fishing at a nearby pond a pair of two-legs came upon her family's nest. She was never really sure what happened, but when she returned her parents were already dead and her two siblings were missing. Not having anyone that knew medicine there was nothing she could have even done if they'd been alive. She didn't know if her brother and sister were alive or not, and so would set out in search of them.
Her search ended up leaving her lost and far from her nest with no idea as to how to get back. This deep in two-leg territory there were no ponds for her to fish in, and she didn't have much skill in hunting on land. In this time she nearly starved as she tried her best to scavenge what she needed and avoid the two-legs and their monsters. It was only due to the timely intervention of a massive tawny tomcat that saved her from either starvation or some fate tied in with the two-legs that destroyed her family.
By this time Moonfeather was despondent and terribly lonely and the tom was her salvation. His name was Bramblebrush. He was charming and strong and followed an odd code she'd never experienced from the other loners or her family unit. While she recovered he hunted for her and would tell her stories passed down from his father of a thing called a Clan and how they lived. He didn't know if he did their 'warrior code' correctly, but he tried his best. He told her of Starclan, of the deep forest and glades, of places where there were no two-legs to hurt the cats that just wanted to live their lives. She was fascinated, even if his tales were only recollections from things his father had spoken of. Like her his parents had been killed by two-legs, leaving him all alone in the world. Unlike her, Bramblebrush was strong enough to take care of himself on his own. And, he told her, he'd teach her how to be strong enough as well.
So he taught her where the best places to scavenge food when lean times came was, as well as helped her focus what little talent she had in hunting on the land. She eventually got good enough to be able to at least catch the small rodents that haunted their alley home, and she taught him how to fish. Which, given his thick fur and size, was a very hilarious lesson. As time went on the two became close, eventually even falling in love. Moonfeather decided she'd build her own family, and continue to search for her siblings while chasing her own happiness. It was one of the few times she thought only of herself.
It wasn't long before the new couple found themselves expecting kits, and Bramblebrush insisted he do all the hunting and that she, as an expectant queen, should stay at the den and not overtax herself. He was nervous and over attentive, sometimes to the point that Moonfeather got after him with her claws. Never striking, never harming, just to get a few moments on her own. After an uneventful and often frustrating pregnancy, the young she-cat would give birth to five beautiful kits. This is where things went south once again.
Her mate came back from a hunt one day coughing and complaining of a bit of a headache. At first they thought nothing of it, but it quickly escalated into coughing up blood and crippling pain in his legs. Bramblebrush, having been around other loners long enough, told her it was something called redcough. It was very contagious as well and he told her to take the kits and get away from him. There were herbs that could help him, but they didn't grow in the area. Without those herbs, there was very little to be done for him. But she loved her mate and didn't want to abandon him, but did move the kits further away to keep them safe. It was, unfortunately, too little too late. First one kit, then two, and then three of her five kits started coughing and showing the signs of redcough.
At only a little over a week old three of Moonfeather's kits would succumb to a sickness that there was no Medicine Cat to treat. Something that, were her mate's tales to be true, was easily treated. She moved the remaining two kits to a different place, but kept coming back to check on her mate. Just after losing most of her litter, the fast acting illness took her Bramblebrush from her as well. With nothing more she could do she would drag his body to the small park she'd buried her precious kits in and bury their father with them so that he could protect them wherever it was cat spirits went after passing.
Now numb from all the ones she'd lost, and with two young kits still to take care of, Moonfeather decided she wanted away from all the two legs and the illness that came with being around them. She didn't understand exactly what had happened, or why she and the two remaining kits hadn't caught the illness, she just wanted away. Away from the pain of loss, away from the memories of what could have been, just away.
And so she set out, determined to leave the two-legs and their nests far behind, to provide a safer place for her kits to grow up in. She chose to leave everything she'd ever known behind and take her kits with her. It would be a difficult journey, especially since she had no idea where she was going, just that she had to get away. Each day she'd walk until her kits needed to be fed then stop to attend to their needs, which included forcing herself to leave them and hunt close by. Her skills were meager at best, but she managed to catch small lizards in order to keep producing milk. Kits had to eat, so she had to eat, no matter how little she really wanted to. As the days wore on her heart hurt less, but the pain of so much loss was still with her. She was just learning to live with it, learning to get past the pain and focus on what mattered; her remaining kits and their future. If nothing else she would see them well grown and happy. Safe, knowing their mother loved them, and about their father when they were old enough to understand.
It would be a journey of a little over a moon, as she kept time, before she felt she'd come far enough from her former lake home to be safe. But by that point she was lost, and her kits were big enough to walk along with her. They were eating the prey she brought them, growing up on the road and learning early to stay hidden while their mother hunted. She prayed daily for them to both survive, for her not to lose anyone else. For someone that didn't really believe in StarClan this was something she found odd to do, but that gave her a small measure of comfort as well as the ability to at least pretend she could talk to an adult cat for a short time every day. She loved her kits, but sometimes she longed for the company of another grown cat. Eventually, this wish was answered.
One day, just after the daily hunt, Moonfeather was approached by a loner tom cat that had noticed she and her family around and wanted to see if they were lost. She was wary of him and remained hunched over her kits protectively the entire time she spoke with him, but it was from this tom that she learned of the Valley and the clans that lived within it. She had come most of the way already, only needing to cross the mountain into the valley itself. And he was willing to show her the way. Reluctantly, but with little choice other than to follow, the young queen gathered her kits and set out.
It took only two days to reach the edge of Clan territory, though to Moonfeather it felt like longer in the presence of the loner tom that had shown them the way. Her guide left her there, at the edge of the territory with her kits, and wished her luck. From this point it was her choice where her path would lead her.
RP Example:
Life had never been something she considered as having to be fair. In fact, she knew that it was anything but. Her beloved had told her of something called Starclan, but she didn't want to believe in them anymore. If they existed, then why hadn't they ever sent someone to help her? Why had they let Bramblebrush, her strong and brave mate, die in such a horrible way? Why did they leave her to fend for herself after destroying her family not once, but twice? What sort of Clan didn't help others if they could see they were in trouble? She didn't know that Starclan were spirits, were not actually physically able to do anything. She also didn't know that they didn't speak to everyone.
Hunting was difficult for her, especially in a new place such as this. And it was getting colder. What would she do, she worried, when the freeze came and the waters froze over? How would she feed her kits if she couldn't feed herself and produce milk for them?
Other:
Her kits are Fawnkit and Amberkit, two she-cats that are currently a little over a moon and a half old.
Were You Referred? Silver referred me.