Post by Icedawn (Shadoweye) on Feb 10, 2007 16:16:56 GMT -5
heres another Marshclan cat. its Icedawn's mother! ;D
Name: Moonpelt
Gender: She - cat
Clan: Marshclan
Position: Medicine cat (if that's ok. if not, then i'll modify it to warrior)
Appearance: Average sized, light colored Egyptian Mau with emerald green eyes. Her face has the looks of a wise, compassionate elder. When she came to Marshclan, she was badly hurt and a tuft of fur was missing from her left shoulder. Now she only has scars left from these injuries. Her muzzle is white.
Personality: Moonpelt has a way with words. She is kind, caring, and motherly to cats younger than herself. She loves color and happy faces. She never starts a fight and never insults another cat. She walks slowly when she is deep in thought or enjoying a site. She keeps her cool when most other cats would lose it. She is independent but trusts all of her friends with her life, believing that everyone is good inside. She has never feared anything or anyone. Sadness is very rarely shown, and anger is her most feared weapon but luckily she rarely uses it.
History: Moonpelt's history before coming to Marshclan was known to only herself. She stumbled onto Marshclan territory purely by accident. Luckily, the patrol didn't send her away but brought her back because there was a shortage of warriors. The former medicine cat was surprised she survived her wounds. During her recovery, the medicine cat taught her everything about clan life. Moonpelt was very interested in the medicine cats duties so she frequently asked questions. Eventually she was made the apprentice medicine cat. Unfortunately, the medicine cat died a few days(or whatever they're called) later and Moonpelt succeeded the medicine cat. She always knew the right cure and made sure all cats, from Marshclan or other, left her den better than when they went in.
Roleplay Example: It was Moon-high. Moonpelt lay in her den, paws tucked under her chest. Her eyes were half closed, thinking hard about what herbs she needed to collect tomorrow. Now, lets see... I need..., She began to think, but she had begun drifting into sleep....
She was in a forest, surrounded by unfamiliar trees. Something was with her. It smelled familiar, almost like her own scent. Suddenly a snowflake landed before her. She looked up, expecting to see more but none were there. A rustle and a mew came from the bushes next to her. A kit! She chased after it. The kit was going in a serpent-like path just far enough where Moonpelt could see a little white tail disappear ahead of her. Light flashed into her eyes as she crashed out of the forest. When her eyes adjusted, she saw a great body of water, decorated with glittering shells. The very tips of the shores were lined with ice. Beyond the horizon, the sun was just starting to come up. Dawn? Already? What did this mean? She realized with a jolt that StarClan was trying to tell her something. They were trying to remind her of Icedawn, her kit that she never told anyone about. But why, StarClan? After all this time why remind me of her?...
She awoke to find herself in her den, panting as though she had been running all night. What did StarClan mean? She missed Icedawn so much. She always brought light to Moonpelt's life. How she missed playing with her in the sun, catching mice and small squirrels for later meals. She use to be free to do whatever she and Icedawn wanted, but now she had a clan to serve. She knew where her loyalties lay. Her daughter was a strong cat, she could take care of herself without her. Moonpelt sighed and got up. She had herbs to collect.
Other: Moonpelt never told anyone that Icedawn is he daughter. She's gifted in the art of healing.
Codewords: Lemonade, rasberry
Name: Moonpelt
Gender: She - cat
Clan: Marshclan
Position: Medicine cat (if that's ok. if not, then i'll modify it to warrior)
Appearance: Average sized, light colored Egyptian Mau with emerald green eyes. Her face has the looks of a wise, compassionate elder. When she came to Marshclan, she was badly hurt and a tuft of fur was missing from her left shoulder. Now she only has scars left from these injuries. Her muzzle is white.
Personality: Moonpelt has a way with words. She is kind, caring, and motherly to cats younger than herself. She loves color and happy faces. She never starts a fight and never insults another cat. She walks slowly when she is deep in thought or enjoying a site. She keeps her cool when most other cats would lose it. She is independent but trusts all of her friends with her life, believing that everyone is good inside. She has never feared anything or anyone. Sadness is very rarely shown, and anger is her most feared weapon but luckily she rarely uses it.
History: Moonpelt's history before coming to Marshclan was known to only herself. She stumbled onto Marshclan territory purely by accident. Luckily, the patrol didn't send her away but brought her back because there was a shortage of warriors. The former medicine cat was surprised she survived her wounds. During her recovery, the medicine cat taught her everything about clan life. Moonpelt was very interested in the medicine cats duties so she frequently asked questions. Eventually she was made the apprentice medicine cat. Unfortunately, the medicine cat died a few days(or whatever they're called) later and Moonpelt succeeded the medicine cat. She always knew the right cure and made sure all cats, from Marshclan or other, left her den better than when they went in.
Roleplay Example: It was Moon-high. Moonpelt lay in her den, paws tucked under her chest. Her eyes were half closed, thinking hard about what herbs she needed to collect tomorrow. Now, lets see... I need..., She began to think, but she had begun drifting into sleep....
She was in a forest, surrounded by unfamiliar trees. Something was with her. It smelled familiar, almost like her own scent. Suddenly a snowflake landed before her. She looked up, expecting to see more but none were there. A rustle and a mew came from the bushes next to her. A kit! She chased after it. The kit was going in a serpent-like path just far enough where Moonpelt could see a little white tail disappear ahead of her. Light flashed into her eyes as she crashed out of the forest. When her eyes adjusted, she saw a great body of water, decorated with glittering shells. The very tips of the shores were lined with ice. Beyond the horizon, the sun was just starting to come up. Dawn? Already? What did this mean? She realized with a jolt that StarClan was trying to tell her something. They were trying to remind her of Icedawn, her kit that she never told anyone about. But why, StarClan? After all this time why remind me of her?...
She awoke to find herself in her den, panting as though she had been running all night. What did StarClan mean? She missed Icedawn so much. She always brought light to Moonpelt's life. How she missed playing with her in the sun, catching mice and small squirrels for later meals. She use to be free to do whatever she and Icedawn wanted, but now she had a clan to serve. She knew where her loyalties lay. Her daughter was a strong cat, she could take care of herself without her. Moonpelt sighed and got up. She had herbs to collect.
Other: Moonpelt never told anyone that Icedawn is he daughter. She's gifted in the art of healing.
Codewords: Lemonade, rasberry