Moonclaw - AshClan WIP

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Moonclaw of the great AshClan Age 2 yrs Gender Female Rank Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS siamese; pale ash grey with deep brown legs, tail, ears, and face ; and my eyes are grey-blue Scars Pink slash diagonally along the back of her left hind leg. Appearance Moonclaw is a mixture between burmese and siamese (and likely some other mix-ins, but predominantly these two breeds), giving her the build of a burmese and the coloring of a siamese. Her fur is lighter and more grey-toned than the typical siamese, allowing her dark greyish-brown coloring among her face, ears, tail, and legs to stand out more. She is short-haired, and her fur is not very thick, leaving her burdened by extremely cold weather. Two bold, pale blue eyes with grey under-tones are signature features of her noticeably burmese face, ears topping her round head and a small pink nose amongst her petite jaws. Her figure is slender and thin, and obviously not very built muscle wise; nevertheless, she does have some taut, athletic muscle, and is not considered frail. Her paws are a bit large for her frame, however not obnoxiously so. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M COY AND DECEPTIVE Personality Where Moonclaw lacks brawn, she's got brains. She's very sharp and perceptive, and quite proud of it. Not only is she quick-minded, however, but also quick-tempered. She's quite the fiery feline when things aren't going her way, and she's easily offended. She is normally quiet and doesn't often initiate conversation, which is odd as she's actually rather charismatic once she warms up. She has a sly and coy demeanor, giving off sensual and dangerous vibes, although they're all merely for show. Beneath the show she displays she's not very dangerous at all, despite her hot temper. Moonclaw has great respect for those she's close to.. however, if you're not a close friend, watch out. She can be very selfish, and has been known to throw away friendships for her own benefits. If you're in her close circle, however, you can trust her. She will always be loyal to her clan, although admittedly she may not have taste for the majority of them. Preferences She likes thunderstorms, cloudy days, warm weather and the feel of rabbit fur. She dislikes rain, cold weather, bright lights, and creatures who squeak such as rats, mouses, etc. Secret Ambitions Moonclaw is a natural leader, and thus wishes to one day be the leader of a clan. She will also act as though she is too good for all cats, yet she does desire some day to have a mate and kits. She also has an ultimate ambition to be stronger, although her lean build may not allow for it. Strengths/Weaknesses She very sharp, and picks up on things easy. She's a good conversationalist and makes friends easily. However, she is very jealous and has a hot temper. She's also disloyal to anyone she doesn't consider a true friend, and she's rather selfish. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE STORMPELT AND WHITEWIND Family Born to Stormpelt and Whitewind, with one sibling, Softkit(unsure of what her name would be now). The current location of all three are unknown. Event that Lead to being a Warrior Moonclaw never became as strong as her fellow apprentices; she was lean and lithe. To prove herself a worthy warrior, she was tested against the strongest apprentice. Although she did not win, she proved she knew how to handle herself against a bigger cat, giving up a good fight, and so was worthy of becoming a warrior. History Only a few short months after Moonkit was born, she awoke to find her parents and sister missing. One of the elders explained Softkit had wandered off, and her parents had gone to find her. Relieved, Moonkit merely awaited their return, until hours turned into days. A search was conducted, and Moonkit and the other kits were ordered to stay behind with the Queens. No bodies or signs of Moonkits's parents or sibling ever turned up, and they were pronounced missing. She mourned for weeks over her lost family, surfacing from the shadows only to eat. Around this time she became of age to be an apprentice, and the clan leader thought it would be wise to throw her into training, to distract her from the loss of her family. Indeed, after a few weeks Moonpaw seemed to forget all about her loss. She became focused on her training and, eventually, her family seemed to fade out of mind. However, it did leave her a bit bitter, although she did make a good recovery. Moonpaw successfully became Moonclaw after tedious training, and now leaves peacefully (or, somewhat so) in Ashclan. Sample RP The soft, sandy shore littered with sharp bark and pebbles served as a mediocre walk-way for the delicate canine, her small paws burdened with the present debris. A look of discomfort twisted across her petite mug as the pallid creature hastily made way across the shore, a chilly breeze fingering through her thick, soft pelt. Her grey-toned blue eyes beheld the reflection of the horizon within them, their deep color blending magnificently with the reflection of the evening sky. The sun would set within the next two hours, and Aurore had yet to find somewhere to stay for the evening. A deep inhale pressured her lungs as she continued forth on sore paws, the vain creature in desperate want of some sort of place to rest from the troubling ground. Eventually, the rocks became bigger and sharper, and several large boulders were scattered throughout. Her paws and ankles were wet from the lap of the ocean, and her long, fragile limbs were sore from travelling for so long. Finally she paused, without the will to continue any further, and scouted a large, flat boulder off the shore a ways. It'd do for tonight, and so as the sun crept closer to the horizon, she flopped her feminine figure on the boulder in a desperate sprawl, staring out into the rolling ocean with a look of defeat. Too long she'd been travelling, looking for a companion or at least someone to talk to. She had so many friends at home.. Home? A sneer distorted her pretty face as she remembered her 'home'. All adored her except for her mate. How he could not find her charisma attractive, if not her soft and innocent look? She cleared her throat in thought, wondering if he would haven taken to her if she weren't so helpless. Although a brilliant socialite and knowledgable in herbs/healing , she certainly couldn't match up to any physical skill or talent, other than her strut. Too fragile to fight and hunt anything larger than a hare, she was at great risk in these situations. Without the safety of her pack, she felt two-fold more fragile and at risk. She curled hastily in a ball to this realization, peering out over her bushy tail. 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