Moonbeam__of AshClan

[moonbeam --*]

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=000000] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Moonbeam of the great AshClan Age 28 moons Gender She-cat Rank Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS silver bengal and my eyes are yellow Scars A large one on her left shoulder. A couple of insignificant others. Appearance click here for moonbeam. Moonbeam is a fairly normal looking she-cat. She is pretty average in size and a bit long in the legs. She has a lithe body that is perfect for running as well as muscles that serve her well in battle. Her pelt is a silver blue adorned with black bengal markings. She is a short haired she-cat, which is perfect for the hotter months of the year. Her eyes are colored a golden yellow, which is one of her unusual traits. She has an angular face and round shaped eyes. A couple of her distinguishing features is the dark colored rims around her eyes and the large scar upon her left shoulder, big enough to part the fur to show the darker skin beneath. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M loyal AND smart Personality Moonbeam is a fairly silent she-cat. She doesn't usually speak unless she has something to say, or she is personally addressed. She comes off to others as being a bit anti-social, but she does not mind being silent. She's an observant she-cat, keeping an eye on the cats and scenery around her. Because of this, she is usually quite keen on current events and relationships. Moonbeam has a bit of a temper problem. She can get angry very easily at another cat, especially if they are insulting one of her friends. She gets annoyed at other's stupidity, but often doesn't say anything to avoid a heated argument. She has a lot of strong opinions, but isn't too keen on sharing what she's thinking. She doesn't have very high self esteem and usually relies upon her determination and the support of other cats to keep her going. Moonbeam does have a couple of friends and she is fiercely protective of them. Around her friends she is quite a different cat. She is a lot more talkative and is fairly confident because of their support. She takes insults and criticism very personally. She doesn't like to show her emotions all that often. She finds it truly embarassing if someone saw her crying. She is often very calm. She is a smart she-cat. She learns quickly and retains information she's learned. She is a strong feminist. An immediate way to get her angry is to insult her gender. Because of her strong pro-female beliefs, Moonbeam finds males to be a bit ridiculous and not all they've lived up to be. Deep down, she desperately seeks love and companionship with the opposite sex, but she is far too proud to show such a desire, especially with her publicly displayed disdain of relationships. Despite her flaws and quick temper, Moonbeam is a very nice she-cat and won't ever snipe at anyone just because they're different. She has her judgements on a person, but doesn't ever tell anyone them just because she doesn't want to hurt their feelings. She is not innocent in the least, she knows just how the world is. She is also democratic and likes to negotiate things. She has some leadership potiential should she chose to look past her nervous and socially awkward persona and open up to others. Preferences + Competition + Friendliness + Cold + The moon + Rain + Water - Heat - Stupidity - Sexism - Lies and the lying liars who tell them - Assumptions Secret Ambitions To gain some kind of authority over cats. She secretly desires power. Strengths/Weaknesses + Smart + Observant + Physically strong/high pain tolerance + Democratic + Leadership potiential - Easy offended - Short tempered - Impatient - Quiet/Anti-social - Too nice How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Runningsun AND Grayclaw Family Runningsun [mother] Grayclaw [father] Teardrop [older sister] Wildwhisker [younger brother] Silverstorm [younger half-sister] Redpelt [younger half-brother] Event that Lead to being a Warrior She completed her warrior's assessment and defended the nursery from an attack, resulting in her shoulder scar. History Moonbeam was born to Runningsun, a silver bengal she-cat and Grayclaw, a gray tabby tom. She was the second-born. She had an older sister named Teardrop and a younger brother named Wildwhisker. She grew up in a normal Clan life, bickering with her sibilings, competing for the best prey to bring back to her mother. Her mother was a strong believer in the tough-love concept. She was a sarcastic she-cat who wasn't afraid to scold them or be harsh to them when they needed to be punished. But they all adored their mother. Grayclaw was the softer parent of the two. To every other cat outside their family, he was a gruff tom, with a very deep mew and a dominating presence. But around his children, he shed his thick skin and poured affection on them. Eventually the three of them became apprentices. Moonbeam hung out with her younger brother a lot more than her older sister. Moonbeam often thought of her older sister as a bit weird and eccentric. Teardrop was a very deatched she-cat. She often strayed away from groups and was depressed often. Moonbeam and Wildwhisker quickly found out why. They found out when their mother went back to the nursery. For a couple moons, they were excited that they were going to be having little brothers and sisters, but their mother eventually told them that they were not Grayclaw's kits, but her friend Stripeface's. Moonbeam was too young to understand exactly what this meant for her parent's relationship, but what she did find out made her grow up quite fast. Although Runningsun claimed that it had been Stripeface's last wish to have kits and she had decided to give him the gift of life. She gave birth to their two half siblings Silverstorm, their half sister and Redpelt, their half brother. Teardrop finally told her two siblings that their mother had been having an affair with Stripeface. It took a while for Moonbeam to fully comprehend it and Wildwhisker even longer, but it was evident because of the fact that her parents were no longer getting along that she would never have a good family life again. She managed her apprenticeship with difficulty. She became a lot quieter and more focused on succeeding to become a warrior. She began to desire power then. She wanted to gain the authority to stop things like that from happening. She wanted cats to listen and obey her. She shut herself off to friendships. She just didn't see socializing as something important. She only wanted to succeed. Near the end of her apprenticeship, she defended the nursery from an attack from an enemy Clan. One of the cats trying to get to the nursery ripped a savage gash in her left shoulder, leaving her scarred forever. Shortly afterward, they decided to give her her assessment and she passed. She became a warrior after that, along with Teardrop and Wildwhisker. Sample RP This is an example from my other RPG site. It's a wild horse RPG named Wild Equines.

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LATERALUS

The grullo stallion didn't know what to think as he focused his gaze upon Seirra. She was in awful shape --her pelt was dirty, ragged, and infected. The scent of her poisoned wounds filled his nares with it's sour stench and he knew that those wounds needed to be cleaned up quickly or Seirra would soon die from septic. Luckily, Lateralus knew about herbs in the area thanks to Takai's mate, Essense. She'd taught most of the herd what to use and although it may be looked down upon to try and heal yourself with plants, it was a very useful skill that come in handy many times with Lateralus. He'd used it on himself on a few occasions and cuts had healed up within days, much shorter than they would have had he just let them heal naturally. Lateralus also kept tabs upon the foal running around Seirra's feet. It was obvious the foal was healthy. It occured to him that Seirra was pouring everything she had into this foal. Was it her's by choice this time? Or had she again been forced into bearing it? Anger gripped him at the thought of another arrogant brute forcing himself upon her, but he drove the anger away. It would do no good now. Right now he needed to get her healed, fed and safe. She was welcome here, even if she were a neutral. She was a part of the family and he would always honor that they were allowed back in Dark Woods. She showed no ill signs, no indication that she had turned into a Darker vixen that was intent on slaughtering her victims. He twitched an audit as she spoke to her child in a voice low enough so he couldn't decipher the words and then turned to him to speak.

He listened to the words that uttered from her maw. Although he knew nothing about her mothering skills, he could plainly see that the foal was well taken care of. It was herself that she was neglecting. But he answered her question anyway, wanting to reassure her either way, "Yes. My mate, Dementia, my best friend Andromeda and my daughter Reth are all capable of nursing your child." After he spoke he took a couple steps closer to her, speaking lowly so her daughter wouldn't overhear him, "Although, I think it is yourself that you should be worrying about, Seirra." As an example, he brushed him muzzle lightly along a scratch down her neck. It wasn't a huge one, but it was angry and red, showing that it was getting close to becoming infected. She was laying upon her side now and it was even more evident of her mistreatment of herself. Her ribs stuck out of her skin as if she were already a skeleton. She then spoke again, her words sounding defeated. He clenched his teeth in his maw. He hated seeing her like this. "What happened to her?" He pressed. Maybe she were dead, but maybe there was someway he could help her. He could get revenge on the one who killed her, if he could find whoever it was. Or maybe she wasn't dead. Maybe she was lost, somewhere, or taken. He nudged her, hissing into her audit, "Don't give up on me, Seirra. I can help you." She couldn't give up, not now. Not when she'd made it this far. She could still fight. He wouldn't let her give up.

You call me by the name I’ve lied
I meet in secret with those who’ve died
Though life is not’ but treachery
This life is all the life in me

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[Juniper]

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