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Post by flint on Apr 24, 2011 11:02:18 GMT -8
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Why do you shun me for who I am?
FOR I AM MoonFlake
of the great SoulClan
Age 48 Moons (4 years)
Gender Tom
Rank Warrior
How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown?
WHEN MY PELT IS Silver
and my eyes are greenish-grey.
Scars His right ear is torn, and he has three scratch-mark scars on his left shoulder, along with a snakebite scar on his right forepaw and two scars on his right flank. He also has numerous little scars on his muzzle, and a scar on the edge of his right eye, but it isn't deep enough or close enough to make him blind.
Appearance His pelt shines of the color of the moon. It is pale silver, and he is long-furred, with a large build. His muscles are thick, and he is very strong. The underparts of him; belly, chest, etc, are a light silver, and the very tip of his tail fades out to nearly white. His nose is bubblegum pink, and his has a few dark flecks of flint along his back, with a faint tabby striping on his shoulders and hips. His eyes are a pale silvery-green color, but in the darkness, they seem pure silver. He is a pretty intimidating form, what with his scars and all.
Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M Fierce AND Protective.
Personality He is quiet and reserved, and does not speak much. He does not care much about making friends, and it's pretty obvious. Although he is so anti-social, when he makes a friend, he'll protect them with his life. He is very protective of his loved ones, though most of them are dead. His thoughts are his, and his alone, so for him to speak to you means that he trusts you and believes you to be an honorable cat. You should be honored, if he actually shares a thought with you, even if it's to comment on how your fur is a little ruffled. At least he cares enough to point it out. Though his words are sharp in battle, his claws are even sharper. He's a very fierce fighter.
Preferences He likes the shadows, and the dark, and he dislikes snakes and too much sun. He prefers to be alone, and hates it when cats try to keep chatting.
Secret Ambitions He someday wishes to stop killing, maybe to rise to be leader, or even deputy would make him happy. He's honorable enough, but it's like he has a second heart, one that's dark and shadowed. He hates himself for what he's done, but he can't seem to stop.
Strengths/Weaknesses He's an amazing fighter, very talented. His claws are sharp, his muscles strong, he is very agile and fierce in battle. He's an even more spectacular tracker, though. He can track a scent for hours, even after no one else can smell it. This is due to his history. However, sometimes he tends to get a temper, and will start fights that should never have been started. He might get into trouble for fighting, very often.
How am I punished for what my kin has done?
EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Hollycloud (Streamclan) AND Blackstar (Darkclan)
Family His mother is Hollycloud, warrior of Streamclan. She is long dead now, killed in a fire that destroyed Streamclan's camp, quite a while after Moonflake had murdered his brother. Blackstar, his father, was an evil, desctructive cat, trying in vain to take over Darkclan and the entire forest. He failed, though, when the Clans joined together in a harsh, cruel battle. He had two brothers, Breezefur, and Snowbreeze. Breezefur had loved Moonflake's love, Leopardfoot. The two had kits and this drove Moonflake over the edge. He ended up murdering Breezefur and fleeing the Clan. Later, when Snowbreeze helped a rogue invade the Clans to try to take over, Moonflake ended up killing his other brother. He had one half-sister, who also died in the fire.
Event that Lead to being a Warrior Well, he was born a warrior, but as for a warrior of SoulClan? That is still in the works, really.
History An interesting background, indeed. He was born into Streamclan with the name Creekpaw, fell in love with Leopardfoot, and was horror struck when Breezefur, his brother, had kits with her. He went into a fit of rage and murdered his brother and nearly killed the kits. He fled the place, running fast and hard. Eventually, young Creekpaw found a magnificent lake, where he settled down to rest. His dreams were fille dwith his mother's voice, telling him to look to the moon, for it shed tears because of the horrors it had seen, far worse than what he had done. Horrors of a fire, burning through a camp. As Creekpaw awoke, he found that the moon did, indeed, appear to be crying. This was due to clouds drifting through the sky, but he belived it. As he watched, a tiny snowflake landed on the bridge of his nose, signalling the start of winter. These two combined gave him his new name: MoonFlake. He continued on his journey and found himself quickly to be tiring. He collapsed in an environment of sand. The heat poured down on him in the day, the frigid temperatures of the night chilling him. He was eventually found by a young ginger tom named Gold, who took him into a secret organization that he led, called GSAS, Gold's Secret Assassination Squads. There, Moonflake took on the name Moon and underwent extreme training, making his muscles thick and his senses spectacular. He did not find it strange to become an Assassin, he enjoyed killing. This is what scared him. He was afraid of the fact that he actually liked killing. In this thought, he confronted Gold and told him he was quitting. Gold acknowledged this unhappily. He liked Moon, loved him like a brother. Moon felt the same about Gold and was sad to leave. So he stayed, to train little Assassins. Eventually, work drew him in again and he become an Assassin once more. Then, when he went to ask Gold for an assignment, he found Gold murdered. The killer? Gold's son, Dekker. There was a swift battle, met by Dekker's injury and Moon's escape. He fled the desolate place, hating that he was such a murderer. Now, he wandered the forest until he came across another Clan, dubbed himself MoonFlake once more, and is now asking to join SoulClan. Sample RP Um. Well. Let's see.. I'll do..Ergh, I guess I'll do him in the GSAS.
His pawsteps were soft and silent as he slipped soundlessly through the undergrowth. He was on his way to Gold's office, to retrieve his assignment to kill another conspiring cat. Again, his thoughts echoed with his hatred of his love of killing, but he pushed these feelings away, rejecting them furiously. This was his job, it was what he loved doing. He needed to do this. He was amazing at it. Pushing his way underneath the thick thorn barrier, he entered Gold's office.
His pillars locked up and his orbs widened in shock. The sight before him was terrible. The golden-ginger tom was sprawled out on his stomach, a pool of red liquid surrounding him. Sitting beside him was a similarly colored tom, tailtip slightly flicking. "Welcome, Moon. I thought I might find you here." The golden tom mew quietly, standing up and turning to face Moon. "I had to kill him, my dear Assassin. He was too soft. He only killed those he were traitors to their families. There is so much more in the world that deserves to die. But he refused to let it. I had to step in. I hope you don't mind." Dekker's whiskers twitched as he smiled cruelly. Moon bristled furiously. "You murdered him!" He screeched, launching himself at Dekker in anger. His claws unsheathed as he landed in front of the golden murderer. They reared up to meet eachother, claws slashing. Moon ducked and rolled away, his right ear tearing as Dekker's claws caught it. The silver tom leaped to his paws, bracing himself as his opponent lunged for him. Twisting to his side and shoving off, Moon skidded along on his back, sliding across the bloody earth and lifting his claws to rake them down Dekker's stomach. The golden tom slammed to the earth, blood pooling around him. Moon scrambled to his paws, shocked at what he had done. He whirled on one hind paw and fled the scene, horrified at his murdering self. He wished he were dead. Nobody deserved to feel like this. Nobody.
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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