Post by vic on Jul 23, 2016 9:10:09 GMT
☾ mooncry ☽
name: droplet - drop - moon - mooncry
gender: female
age: 40 moons
clan: riverclan
position: warrior
short description: a black and white medium-haired she-cat with hazel eyes.
appearance:
mooncry is a very simple looking she-cat; she has a black and white pelt with medium-length fur, hazel eyes, and a pink nose. her eyes are soft and supple, with a kind yet sad gaze. she has abnormally long whiskers, one ear, and walks with a slight limp from a wound on her front right paw. her fur used to be extremely short, something that came from her prior group. she has thousands upon thousands of tiny scars under her thick fur from nicks from claws that shaved her fur off. her most notable scar is one on her neck from a near-death experience. she carries herself nobly, with a lot of pride in her stride.
personality:
mooncry is known to be a loving and caring cat who treats her friends, and even strangers, with kindness. she plays a motherly role within the clan, and is often seen keeping queens and kits company. she is rarely in a bad mood, and can tolerate all of the clan's eccentricities. however, mooncry sometimes can become quite disturbed by the clan member's aggravating actions. in keeping with her motherly role, mooncry is very determined to protect her comrades. she is very popular, not only among the riverclan members, but also with many people outside of the clan. she likes hunting and has since her younger, tomboyish years. she has an odd fear of bugs, specifically, cockroaches, that many cats like to point out.
in her younger years, mooncry was known as "the demon" and before her sister's pseudo-death, she used to be a very feared person, infamous amongst clans and rogues alike. she was rather temperamental and bad-mouthed everyone. despite this, she had initially been very withdrawn and held reservations about who she was due to her many scars. even though the leader assured her that it was just a look, mooncry questioned whether she was even sane. before she could throw herself away, though, her brother was able to connect with her once again after her fur grew out and they were hidden.
history:
mooncry grew up in a group of cats that lived wherever the snow went. they followed the cold, the wind, and the food. their kits were called droplets, their apprentices were called drops, and the warriors were called moons. all the cats were shaved, to keep up their stamina and mental strength. it was freezing, but no cat complained, except for mooncry. she was only a drop, and her mother was dying of sickness. her sister and brother were both terrified droplets, and she stood up against the leader. the leader and other cats laughed at her and told her that only weak cats get sick and her mother didn't deserve to be in the group. he then clawed mooncry's neck, something that haunts her to this day.
mooncry's mother died the following night. there was no ceremony, and the three siblings tried their best to bury her, but they were all small and hardly managed to cover her whole body in snow. they continued to live in the group as outsiders, and cats avoided them at all costs. mooncry hunted for the three, and became extremely aggressive towards cats that tried to talk to her, except for her siblings. her claws were almost always covered in blood, and she became nearly insane. that is, until her sister's pseudo-death. the leader of the group had decided that having such a psycho cat in their group was unhealthy, and he made his bodyguards drag her to the main area.
mooncry fought back, obviously, but the other cats were much too large. she was squished to the ground with only her rabid eyes able to glare out. her sister was brought out in front of her, and the leader tortured her; tearing off limbs, starving her, clawing her. mooncry was only able to watch, horrified, as her sister slowly died a painful death. when her sister was finally dead, the bodyguards let the lifeless mooncry go. as they had thought, all the fight had been drained out of the she-cat. she moved sluggishly, wandering around aimlessly until she bumped into her brother. her brother had tears in his eyes, but he stepped forward. it had just so happened that they had camped out in the area near the four clans.
mooncry's brother led her to the first clan they found - shadowclan. they were quickly chased out. feeling unwanted, the pair fled, only to run into windclan. they yelled at the two cats to go away. the pair turned around and ran back into the forest, and ran into a riverclan warrior that just so happened to be the leader. the leader accepted them in and renamed the two cats: mooncry, and twigtail. mooncry hesitated to become attached to the clan, but her brother was happy and so she gradually became a happy cat, too.
gender: female
age: 40 moons
clan: riverclan
position: warrior
short description: a black and white medium-haired she-cat with hazel eyes.
appearance:
mooncry is a very simple looking she-cat; she has a black and white pelt with medium-length fur, hazel eyes, and a pink nose. her eyes are soft and supple, with a kind yet sad gaze. she has abnormally long whiskers, one ear, and walks with a slight limp from a wound on her front right paw. her fur used to be extremely short, something that came from her prior group. she has thousands upon thousands of tiny scars under her thick fur from nicks from claws that shaved her fur off. her most notable scar is one on her neck from a near-death experience. she carries herself nobly, with a lot of pride in her stride.
personality:
mooncry is known to be a loving and caring cat who treats her friends, and even strangers, with kindness. she plays a motherly role within the clan, and is often seen keeping queens and kits company. she is rarely in a bad mood, and can tolerate all of the clan's eccentricities. however, mooncry sometimes can become quite disturbed by the clan member's aggravating actions. in keeping with her motherly role, mooncry is very determined to protect her comrades. she is very popular, not only among the riverclan members, but also with many people outside of the clan. she likes hunting and has since her younger, tomboyish years. she has an odd fear of bugs, specifically, cockroaches, that many cats like to point out.
in her younger years, mooncry was known as "the demon" and before her sister's pseudo-death, she used to be a very feared person, infamous amongst clans and rogues alike. she was rather temperamental and bad-mouthed everyone. despite this, she had initially been very withdrawn and held reservations about who she was due to her many scars. even though the leader assured her that it was just a look, mooncry questioned whether she was even sane. before she could throw herself away, though, her brother was able to connect with her once again after her fur grew out and they were hidden.
history:
mooncry grew up in a group of cats that lived wherever the snow went. they followed the cold, the wind, and the food. their kits were called droplets, their apprentices were called drops, and the warriors were called moons. all the cats were shaved, to keep up their stamina and mental strength. it was freezing, but no cat complained, except for mooncry. she was only a drop, and her mother was dying of sickness. her sister and brother were both terrified droplets, and she stood up against the leader. the leader and other cats laughed at her and told her that only weak cats get sick and her mother didn't deserve to be in the group. he then clawed mooncry's neck, something that haunts her to this day.
mooncry's mother died the following night. there was no ceremony, and the three siblings tried their best to bury her, but they were all small and hardly managed to cover her whole body in snow. they continued to live in the group as outsiders, and cats avoided them at all costs. mooncry hunted for the three, and became extremely aggressive towards cats that tried to talk to her, except for her siblings. her claws were almost always covered in blood, and she became nearly insane. that is, until her sister's pseudo-death. the leader of the group had decided that having such a psycho cat in their group was unhealthy, and he made his bodyguards drag her to the main area.
mooncry fought back, obviously, but the other cats were much too large. she was squished to the ground with only her rabid eyes able to glare out. her sister was brought out in front of her, and the leader tortured her; tearing off limbs, starving her, clawing her. mooncry was only able to watch, horrified, as her sister slowly died a painful death. when her sister was finally dead, the bodyguards let the lifeless mooncry go. as they had thought, all the fight had been drained out of the she-cat. she moved sluggishly, wandering around aimlessly until she bumped into her brother. her brother had tears in his eyes, but he stepped forward. it had just so happened that they had camped out in the area near the four clans.
mooncry's brother led her to the first clan they found - shadowclan. they were quickly chased out. feeling unwanted, the pair fled, only to run into windclan. they yelled at the two cats to go away. the pair turned around and ran back into the forest, and ran into a riverclan warrior that just so happened to be the leader. the leader accepted them in and renamed the two cats: mooncry, and twigtail. mooncry hesitated to become attached to the clan, but her brother was happy and so she gradually became a happy cat, too.
