Post by S.tarstruck on Feb 23, 2008 21:54:39 GMT -5
Name:
Mossfire
Gender:
queen
Age:
13 moons
Clan:
WindClan
Rank:
Warrior
Picture:
in progress
Description:
Slim and beautiful, Mossfire is long-limbed and swift. Her pelt is mottled, like a tortishell, but with many different shades of ginger, rather than the sades of a tortie's pelt. Her eyes are beautiful amber.
Personality:
Prickly and cold at first glance, Mossfire is shy among others, and solitary. She deals with it by pushing others away with harsh words and a rebel attitude. Despite this, she has more depth to her personality, which includes loyalty and guilt, and a loving, tender side reserved for those she grows close to. Her courage and bravery burns like a fire within her heart. She doesn't mind breaking rules, if only for a good cause. She strives to prove himself to others, and doesn't always fit in. Her past always haunts her, but she usually turns out on top
History:
Mosskit was born into WindClan in late new-leaf. Her father was a RiverClan/ThunderClan cat, but lived with his mother's Clan—ThunderClan. Her mother was a loyal WindClanner, but died during kitting. Her littermates were never born. Mosspaw was mentorless for three moons, and she trained with whichever warrior happened to be free at the time. Mossfire was made a warrior at the Full Moon, before the Gathering. At the Gathering, he met handsome black tom—DeathHeart. He was from ShadowClan, but they didn't care. A half-moon later, Mossfire became with-kit. She prayed to StarClan that she would not die in kitting as her mother had—and how Silverstream had so many generations before. When Mossfire had safely kitted, and adopted a lone kit, they snuck out and met at the border. They decided that it would be best for the kits to think that their father was a WindClanner who had died in a battle. The kits died before they had to lie, and DeathHeart was killed by a fox shortly after. She was captured by twolegs at ten moons, and escaped with various wounds scarring her body.
RP Example:
(this is from when Mossfire was captured)
The mottled ginger queen huddled in the corner, her matted fur melting into the shadows. Her amber eyes stared fearfuly from the depths of the shadows like full moons on a starless night. She could barely see what was going on. A large form loomed over her, and pain exploded in her side. She yowled in pain, and scrambled to her paws, but an angry voice boomed at her, and the boot struck her side again. Pain shot up her spine, and fireworks exploded in her head before a peaceful blackness settled over her.
ζ*§~¤~§*ζ
Mossfire struggled to her paws, and crawled toward the hole in the wall. It was her shelter from the constant pain of the humans' feet. She groaned and staggered backwards, nearly falling over. One side of her matted coat was crusted with dried blood, and she could tell that the human had broken most of her ribs. She twitched her twice-broken tail weakly before tripping and flying into the wall. She slid down the concrete, and found himself at the entrance to a ragged hole. Mossfire sighed and crawled inside, feeling the rough edges of concrete scratch against her pelt. She sighed inwardly, and sniffed at the small fresh-kill pile in the corner of his little cave before curling up in a nest of moss and resting her head on her paws, careful to avoid her wounded side. Kashi, the kittypet next door, had provided most of the things in his little den, including the herbs that were orginised into little cracks in the walls—probably hoping that Mossfire would remain a kittypet. Mossfire sighed and stretched one paw toward the wall, hooking the herbs she would need in her claws. She wished she could live with the her Clan again, rather then here with the humans. She chewed up a few leaves of this, and a few leaves of that, carefully dribbling the juices into her wounded side before pulling cobwebs from the ceiling and pressing them into her side. She quietly replaced the extra plants in the wall before licking up a few little black seeds and curling up, closing her eyes to let the wave of blackness swallow her once more...
Pasword:
StarClan
Mossfire
Gender:
queen
Age:
13 moons
Clan:
WindClan
Rank:
Warrior
Picture:
in progress
Description:
Slim and beautiful, Mossfire is long-limbed and swift. Her pelt is mottled, like a tortishell, but with many different shades of ginger, rather than the sades of a tortie's pelt. Her eyes are beautiful amber.
Personality:
Prickly and cold at first glance, Mossfire is shy among others, and solitary. She deals with it by pushing others away with harsh words and a rebel attitude. Despite this, she has more depth to her personality, which includes loyalty and guilt, and a loving, tender side reserved for those she grows close to. Her courage and bravery burns like a fire within her heart. She doesn't mind breaking rules, if only for a good cause. She strives to prove himself to others, and doesn't always fit in. Her past always haunts her, but she usually turns out on top
History:
Mosskit was born into WindClan in late new-leaf. Her father was a RiverClan/ThunderClan cat, but lived with his mother's Clan—ThunderClan. Her mother was a loyal WindClanner, but died during kitting. Her littermates were never born. Mosspaw was mentorless for three moons, and she trained with whichever warrior happened to be free at the time. Mossfire was made a warrior at the Full Moon, before the Gathering. At the Gathering, he met handsome black tom—DeathHeart. He was from ShadowClan, but they didn't care. A half-moon later, Mossfire became with-kit. She prayed to StarClan that she would not die in kitting as her mother had—and how Silverstream had so many generations before. When Mossfire had safely kitted, and adopted a lone kit, they snuck out and met at the border. They decided that it would be best for the kits to think that their father was a WindClanner who had died in a battle. The kits died before they had to lie, and DeathHeart was killed by a fox shortly after. She was captured by twolegs at ten moons, and escaped with various wounds scarring her body.
RP Example:
(this is from when Mossfire was captured)
The mottled ginger queen huddled in the corner, her matted fur melting into the shadows. Her amber eyes stared fearfuly from the depths of the shadows like full moons on a starless night. She could barely see what was going on. A large form loomed over her, and pain exploded in her side. She yowled in pain, and scrambled to her paws, but an angry voice boomed at her, and the boot struck her side again. Pain shot up her spine, and fireworks exploded in her head before a peaceful blackness settled over her.
ζ*§~¤~§*ζ
Mossfire struggled to her paws, and crawled toward the hole in the wall. It was her shelter from the constant pain of the humans' feet. She groaned and staggered backwards, nearly falling over. One side of her matted coat was crusted with dried blood, and she could tell that the human had broken most of her ribs. She twitched her twice-broken tail weakly before tripping and flying into the wall. She slid down the concrete, and found himself at the entrance to a ragged hole. Mossfire sighed and crawled inside, feeling the rough edges of concrete scratch against her pelt. She sighed inwardly, and sniffed at the small fresh-kill pile in the corner of his little cave before curling up in a nest of moss and resting her head on her paws, careful to avoid her wounded side. Kashi, the kittypet next door, had provided most of the things in his little den, including the herbs that were orginised into little cracks in the walls—probably hoping that Mossfire would remain a kittypet. Mossfire sighed and stretched one paw toward the wall, hooking the herbs she would need in her claws. She wished she could live with the her Clan again, rather then here with the humans. She chewed up a few leaves of this, and a few leaves of that, carefully dribbling the juices into her wounded side before pulling cobwebs from the ceiling and pressing them into her side. She quietly replaced the extra plants in the wall before licking up a few little black seeds and curling up, closing her eyes to let the wave of blackness swallow her once more...
Pasword:
StarClan