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Name-

Bitterpaw

Age-

Nine moons

Rank-

Apprentice

Gender-

Female

Description-

Her stature is an almost pitiful one. She is short, her paws miniature and her legs undersized(making her one of the smallest warriors in the clan). Even her head and spinal areas are more stunted than usual. These things made her smaller than one would expect for her current age. Her tail was, however, graceful and quite long - just about as slender and straight out as an adult cats. Her size hasn't kept her from achieving her dream being a warrior and neither would her lack of sight. She has black ears, tail, and paws. The rest of her body is grey/sliver like color, and her eyes are usually closed with three long slashes in each eyelid, thus she is blind. When her eyes are open they take on a milky very transparent blue color.

Personality-

She is very argumentative plus very prideful and will not back down from a fight, even if she is obviously outmatched. The hot-tempered she-cat easily makes enemies and holds grudges against others. This cat is outspoken and never afraid to voice her opinion or challenge somebody else's(which she does often). This she cat is one of the sourest cat's you'll come by. She has a hard time saying what she really feels and so most of the time her words come out harsh and purely insulting. She's not good with her emotions and is lacking in trust when it comes to other cats due to past issues. She is an easily envious and jealous cat, often feeling used or taken advantage of by others, and having achievements go unrecognized, while others succeed without working as hard(Bluebell). She is not at all fond of her twin sister, Sweetheart, and despises her with all her being. The two of them had been very close as kits and paws, but time changes everyone. The she cat is easy to anger, had a short fuse, and can fall into depression rather easily.

She is snappy and grumpy, often using hisses as a greeting. She has this habit of taking out most of her harsh ways on her sister, she does feel guilt for making her cry, but has this habit of speaking before thinking it through. The bitter feline can feel other things such as fear, happiness, surprises, love and so one but hides it behind her personality. This prickly personality is a shield for her softer side, only ever shown to that special cats(close friends) and now and than her twin. If her feelings are ever snatched up by someone vying for her feelings, or even just another cat who gets pass her walls, she shows that kind of gentle side of her. The normally ill-tempered cat can suddenly look out for a cat's every need and for once will not counter everything that comes out of a mouth. If any cat could unearth those feelings buried deep inside however, they should probably earn every award and honor out in this world. Her mother once told her that everyone's heart is like a snowflake, delicate, unique, beautiful and easily melted by love. Hers is a harden and frozen snowflake, a reflection of a cold and callous heart. Teach her to love and her snowflake make reveal a beautiful and warm heart....

(optional) History-

WIP

Kin-

Unknown

Mate-

N/A

Kits-

N/A

Crush-

Open, will develop

Other-

She is biromantic pansexual no gender preference.

Name-

Wildstar

Age-

thirty-two moons

Rank-

Leader

Gender-

Female

Description-

"I think I'm pretty average, not too tall not too short. My legs are awesome! I can run so fast with them-and jump! I'm an great jumper. My claws are pretty long and sharp, I use them when I climb trees. My tails pretty long, fluffy, some times it helps me when I am hanging around in tree most of the time it does whatever it wants. My ears I think are pretty big, but every says they're normal sized. My pelt's all like white...orangey....cream color, sometimes I like it sometimes I hate it. If I got to choose the color of my fur it be black cause black pelts are kind of cool. My eyes are still green haven't changed since you asked me earlier. My fur is long, if I could make it shorter I would in a heartbeat. I am always running around and doing stuff I'm not suppose to be doing, my pelt gets dirty. Do you have any idea how long it takes to clean this! FOREVER!"

Personality

Are you insane?" That's the first words out of almost everyone's mouth of those who've ever met Wildfire/star. She's certainly lives up to her name daily. She is a lovable feline with a heart of true fighter. She gladly join her clanmates in battle and fight tooth and claw to victory. She's the type to jump first and ask questions later, although her mentor's manage to help her a little bit with that. Now she can wait about five second before jumping into whatever. Trouble seems to find her wherever she goes, or at least that's what she tells her the med. cat when she visits them about twice a day for getting into it. She knows the Healers and their apprentices pretty well. One if not two of them are normally working on patch her up from whatever fight she got herself into. She's got a bit of a rebellious nature, she listens to orders pretty well but doesn't always followed them to the last detail. Can't and no are not words to use on her for she has no idea what they mean and will often ignore cats who use them. She likes to act innocent as if she doesn't know what she's done when it comes to get scolding or chastised for something, although often adding little witty marks here and there. Adventure could of been her second name, for she loves them and exploring the world. She take whomever she can on when it comes to adventures, even if you don't like her she'll persuade you to come along cause adventures are always so much more fun with friends or just company in general. She loves to live life to the fullest, embracing the motto "you only live once' to the max. She'll be the first one to jump in and wrestle with a fox for the fun of it and the last one to Healer's den for a scolding. Despite her more wild side, she does know how to reign it in and can act like a mature warrior when needed. When it comes to her clan she'll straighten up and out in order to keep those within it safe. She had no problem with following authority, but if the cat with the power has given her some reason to dislike them then it's not a good idea to expect her to follow orders just because you got a fancy title like leader or deputy. She can hold grudges for a very long time, and she had a childish habit of placing blame where blame doesn't belong. When she truly feels she's in the wrong she'll man up and apologize, cause friendship isn't worth breaking over something so petty. All in all she's a pretty good cat with a serious wild streak.

(optional) History-

"We'll I think I bumped my head when I was a kit, I don't know. But I don't remember my parents or if I had any family. I do remember walking for a while, decided to climb tree, got stuck in the tree, screaming my head off, and was rescued by some weird smelling cats who told me that I was in clan territory and blah blah blah. I got distracted by a bug during the lecture. But anyway, I was brought to this clan, lived in a nursery, slipped out the nursery and camp every chance I got, and finally got to be an apprentice. My mentor was this lazy tom who shockingly taught me to value the trouble I cause for others a little more. I was being stupid one day, crossed over the boarder and made my mentor come after me. I got back to the territory, my mentor didn't make it. He died when I walked into a snake nest, the snake attacked me, he jumped in the way. He killed the snake but died in the process. I tried to bring his body back, but he was too heavy. Long story short, I wasn't allowed to leave the camp for a full seven sunrises. His mate and kits wouldn't speak to me and still don't, and I got assigned a new mentor. I changed more then I'm willing to say I have, watched out for clanmates, reigned in my wild streak, and straightened up my act. I guess I caught some attention from the leader because I was promoted to deputy not much longer after that. Being deputy gave me a deeper sense of duty, knowing that the clan relied on me. I was made leader faster then I liked, and I guess I'm still getting the hang of this. I am not going to set out to be the best leader or the most memorable, I am just going to try and be me, the best me I can be."

Kin-

Unknown

Mate-

N/A

Kits-

N/A

Crush-

Open, will develop

Other-

She is biromantic demisexual no gender preference.

Name-

Ghostwhisper

Age-

fourty-two moons

Rank-

Warrior

Gender-

Tom

Description-

A venomous glare he has, but, contrasting that evil, venomous glare, is the soft, sweet glint in his eyes when he's around kits, surprisingly. His eyes can either be the poison that kills even the most level-headed soul, or the soft, sun-touched grass that brushes gently against a young cat's fur as they trot through the gentle, yet unforgiving forest of his life. That is truly how deep his eyes can go, but that is only if you care to look into the that deeply, but he is very guarded, so only those he can trust get to see that deep into such a fragile, yet explosive soul. His fur is very long. Long and thick. It's so long, in fact, the fur on the back of his ears sticks up, making his ears appear longer and more pointed than they actually are. Needles to say, he gets through winter in perfect condition with such fur. He is a very large tom, tending to tower over all who stand near him. His legs are rather long, and underneath his long coat is a body of hard muscles.

Personality-

Silence. It follows him everywhere. He uses very few words, preferring to 'speak' in gestures and such. When he does speak, it's usually either words of anger, or words he considers extremely important. Any other time, he believes words are evil. They can be twisted to mean something that isn't true, and therefore she refuses to use them unless necessary. While he may not necessarily seem like the nicest cat, he hates to be alone. He enjoys the company of other cats, and gets lonely easily. However, while he does like to be with other cats, he still doesn't talk much, and he certainly doesn't trust them unless he's been with them for a while. His temper though very existent is often hidden till he is alone. Then the fireworks begin, and an explosion there is. Though he holds hid sharp tongue in public places he can be as sharp tongued as a rose bush. He is laid-back and maybe a little annoying, and can seem to have two sides; on one she is wise and careful, a piercing gaze seeming to stare right into your heart, and at other times he is calm, carefree, and maybe a little arrogant. But always there is the undeniable sense of his own free will; he will counter you in an argument just to show his superiority, or go left if you tell him right. Always feeling as though he is being pushed to show his strength, he becomes sometimes to the point of half desperate to be right, to be strong, to be respected. He is a born leader, confident and brave. Though of a gruff and rather quiet disposition – so much so that he appears almost shy and aloof, speaking only when needing to share something of importance. However, he is neither shy nor proud, but instead a cat with a strong silent will of iron, a drive for justice and the fairness of all dealings. And, while his face may remain stoic, his eyes reveal the tumult of emotions within. He holds his clan close, his friend’s closer, and family of the highest importance. He treats his followers with patience, never one to lash out in due to a job poorly done.

(optional) History-

He came in to the clan after abandoning his sacrificial tribe when they tried to take his kit from him. His mate had died giving birth to the kit and he was determined to keep her alive. But the world is cruel and his kit was unable to survive without the milk of another. After losing her he wandered the land for a little bit until he made his way into clan territory. He needed something living for, his life meaningless as of now. He was happy to join the clan and is glad to lay down his life for them.

Kin-

River[Mother]

Sky[Father]

Mate-

Lucy

Kits-

Unnamed Son

Unnamed Daughter

Crush-

Open, will develop

Other-

He is bisexual no gender preference.

Name-

Riddlemask

Age-

thirty-eight moons

Rank-

Warrior

Gender-

Tom

Description-

He looks a lot similar to the ever so common and abundant red tabby cat. His colors are almost the same as well, though his carries more of a hue of an autumn forest instead of a fire or explosion. An autumn forest - a mixture of an orange, red and off-white color that's close to creme. Although red appears all throughout his pelt. He has the most red on and along his neck and back. When you get close to his belly, the red slowly fades down into a faded orange that also wraps around his neck, only to fade off into cream before the two edges could meet. Unlike most cats, not just red tabbies, in particular, his belly is not a solid white color, but yet the same marble-pattern as the rest of his coat. His tail has two colors on it - the faded orange and the red. They both loop around his normal tail in rings similar to a lemur's tail and a tiger's pelt. On his face, his nose is a dark pink and the bottom of his jaw is white, brighter than the creme on the rest of his body. His eyes are also an autumn color: the green of an evergreen, a tree who never changes its leaves to match the other one. The other eyes is a vivid orange-yellow like the sun setting in the west. Take away the colors, and you'd see a an average cat. His body is nothing special - though the muscles in his back legs are stronger than quite a few other cats thanks to his mother. His red ears are also larger than a normal cat's, though that doesn't help with much his hearing, which is poor. He is not deaf, but he relies on his sight and scent to catch prey. Some would say that His scent and sight are better than normal, but that is only because he relies solely on those two instead of the three that cats usually depend on

Personality-

Nobody is quite like him, though, of course, some cats may be similar. To begin with, He is adventurous. He can't fight it - if he sees a cave then he just has to explore it. If he sees a cat that's looks suspicious, then he has to follow them. He lives on the edge, a minor form of a rebel, you could say, always trying to uncover something else, whether it be a new place or a secret. He is excellent at figuring out what you're really up to since he's done it so many times. He loves stories, and especially, tales of adventures and heroes, battles and evil cats wanting to take over the world. When he was a little kit, he loved hearing about them, but now that he's off on his own, his goal is to make stories. Stories where he is the main character, where there is an evil or a mystery, so that when he has his own children, he could tell them of everything he's done, and in time that will inspire them, and it will go on for generations.

That's how it thinks of it. He is smart, sharp, however, you'd like to say it. He can figure out what you're thinking if you give him the chance to look at you for a bit. He's not a psychic or a mind reader. It's just a matter of reading body language, and how you speak. If you're afraid, there will be a quiver in your voice, or you will seem distracted. Your paws won't seem as confident and your eyes will dart around, not staying in one place for long. However extreme it really is, He will be able to figure it out. He's had so much practice with it it's almost subconscious for him. He can pick up new things easily; show him a new fighting technique and it won't be long before he's doing it himself. Loyalty is also very important. Without it, what's the point of having friends? If you can't trust someone, or trust that they'll come back to you, then there's no point in having them in the first place. He would willingly die to save any of his friends or family. He would do anything, really, if his best friend asked him to do it.

Only once has his vision been clouded by this reasoning, and he prefers not to speak of it. Love is something he lives on, his love for his clanmates and his little daughter is burns as bright as the sun itself. He will do anything just to see a clanmate simply smile and happy. His love for his daughter might be borderline obsessive but he's the only thing she's left of his family since the death of his mate, she was the anchor he tethered on to when the she-cat left them. He wouldn't be who he is today without her. He extremely protective of his daughter he lives to see her beaming smile every sunrise. He will claw out the eyes of any foxhearted mousebrain who dares breaks his daughter's heart he will step on them and throw the corpse to the crows and hope that cat is tortured violently for eternity in the darkforest. (See told you he was obsessive.) He's really not always that violent, he'd probably do the same for cat's who had a broken heart, cats and tears hit him hard he only likes it when they smile. There is so much more that he is but we'll take a break there.

(optional) History-

He was born and raised in the clan with his mother and father, an older couple who died not to long after he became an apprentice. He relied heavily on his clan to get him through day to day activities. Two moons after becoming a warrior, he met a loner named Saya and fell in love. Instead of keeping it hidden, he openly invited her into the clan and with the higher ups approval she was allowed to stay in the clan. However, her true colors began to show not long after being set up in the nursery. The feline was rude and demanding expecting everyone to do everything for her.

She was known for leaving marks on apprentices if they brought her the wrong piece of prey, bickering and arguing with warriors should they dare come and complain about her methods in 'punishing' the younger cats. It got to a point where the clan demanded she leave not long after Riddlemask's daughter was born. The tom, foolishly in love and in denial, decided that if the clan didn't want Saya then they didn't want him either. He had been willing to abandon his clan for the she-cat, take his daughter with him and just leave. So one could only imagine his despair when he found out the truth.

He, Saya, and Silentkit had made it to the board of the territory when they came. Another tom and three apprentice aged cats. The tom begged and pleaded with Saya to come home, for whatever reason he was sorry. When Riddlemask asked who the cat and the kits where Saya told him that they were her family, her real family. The she-cat had ran away from home, bumped in to Riddlemask on a patrol and had been more then happy take him upon on his offer to join the clan, free meal and numbers to keep her safe. She'd planned on having Silentkit, that was an accident. Saya left told him to keep their 'accident' and walked out of his life the same way she walked into it. Riddlemask returned to the clan, heartbroke and defeated, but more then thankful to see his clan was so understanding. His daughter, however, wasn't the same she stopped talking not a peep, hissed at him whenever he came near. To this day he had no no idea what's going through her mind, it hurts to see her so resentful, he's feels lost with her and isn't sure what do anymore.

Kin-

N/A

Mate-

Saya[Divorced]

Kits-

Silentkit[Daughter]

Crush-

Open, will develop

Other-

He is biromantic pansexual no gender preference

Name-

Silentkit

Age-

Four Moons

Rank-

Kit

Gender-

Female

Description-

She is a rather scrawny, mousey feline who looks like she was just picked up on the side of the road. She has a few scars that litter her pelt, one of the most noticeable ones is on her foreleg near the the elbow. Her pelt is patches of light brown that looks red in the right light and white. Here and there the white parts of her pelt seemed to be stained forever by dirt and mud, make her appear dirtier then she really is. The length of her fur is rather long and constantly sticking out no matter how much she grooms it. Her eyes have been described as a rather sickly green in color, she isn't all that graceful or beautiful she considers herself rather ugly and scrawny but with a good heart.

Personality-
Her head hung low in a constant depression that blocks all emotions from her soul and heart. It's a constant wonder to others, what could possibly be so wrong with life that she must forever be down?. Only her strangely heavy heart and weak soul. Her mind veering toward all the things others usually distance themselves from, such as her strange liking of bones. Ever so strange, ever so weak. Just like her looks, She is shy and not outspoken in the least. She keeps to herself and only mingles when necessary. She can't imagine living without other cats. No matter how much she feels like they may hurt her, the cat needs their company. So she will be safe. It is strange, her feelings of other cats. She both wants them around and wants to be nowhere near them for the same reasons. So she isn't hurt. Her tiny heart can't take much more pain.

She currently despise her father and wishes her mother had taken her with when she left with her new family. She's filled with some much rage, fear, and sadness that she's taken a vow of silence, never speaking to anyone unless there is no other way to avoid it. She often hisses and is quick to nip anyone who comes to close to her, she hates leaving the nursery and is quick to act out of fear when it comes to new things or situations. She finds little comfort in anything in life and doesn't understand the point of being in a clan of cats who don't give two mousedungs about you. Anger is the only thing that fuels her, that the urge to find her mother.

Kin-

Riddlemask[Father]

Saya[Mother]

Mate-

N/A

N/A

Crush-

Open, will develop

Other-

Name-

Orbweaver

Age-

twenty-four moons

Rank-

Queen

Gender-

Female

Description-

Long, thin legs; Small, fragile paws; Lithe, thin build. Much of this she-cat looks much too easily broken. She clearly has amazing speed in her paws though, that can be see in almost every aspect of her build. Large ears, long tail, and soft eyes are also brilliant features of this feline. 'Pretty' almost seems like an understatement. Colored in ocean blue, her oval-shaped eyes show determination and mystery. Brown fur covers her fragile build with a touch of white on the muzzle, chest, underbelly and paws. Not even a speck of anger can be found in those eyes. Her toned body is perfect for doing any movement possible, acrobatic or not.. Her fur is soft and sleek, much like a kits, and the velvet-like texture is so alluring when she brushes up beside you, you seem to melt to the floor. Her beautiful, soft voice is somewhat high pitched, and it's almost too much, to look at her and hear her voice. Her dazzling smile will warm some of the coldest hearts.

Personality-

It takes a lot of courage for young she-cat to waltz up to another feline, higher ranks in particular, and strike up a casual conversation. It's not that the she-cat doesn't want to make friends, hell, she longs for such companions, it's just a matter of going about it. What should she do? Play it cool? That would be a disaster waiting to happen. Sure, others find that awkward, shy thing kinda cute, though she seems too oblivious to notice. She doesn't have much of a confidence, to be blunt about it. She is more of a shadow character. The cat has no problem being part of the crowd, laughing, listening, doing whatever. But just that. She likes to watch the excitement, not be a part of it. As soon as her voice is demanded, or the spotlight is reared and placed on her, she is all out of her game, she'd rather be running with her tail between her legs, to say the least.

She'll let just about any mouse-brained feline smack talk her without even thinking of raising a claw. Despite the fact she is in a constant battle to prove her place in the clan and convince herself, she's not about to prove that through fighting some block headed feline. The cat can get frustrated, sure, but nine times out of ten, she'll stalk away before anything happens. And unless she is, in fact, protecting her clan mates or precious ones, she is all about the defense. She has this habit of comparing herself to others. Because of this she lacks self-confidence and almost always belittling herself within her head. Despite that, she does her absolute best to always put everyone's happiness before her own even if it hurts her in the end.

She has a very magnanimous, polite and gentle personality and always tries to help or comfort her friends and siblings even when she has no idea how to help. She is caring and understanding and sometimes acts as the mediator in fights if she can gather up the courage to do so, and her understanding and insight sometimes makes her the agony motherly figure for people who are troubled. She cares deeply for her clanmates and does not seem fond of things that might make them upset. She often worries about her clanmates or precious people if they are in danger, and is upset when the people she cares about are hurt.

She is 'very co-operative and has a lot of space to accept people. Because of her accepting nature, she can see the good in others who, at first glance, do not seem to have anything likable about them. She deeply cares for her friends and prefers to avoid unnecessary conflict, usually being the one who diffuses any arguments between people, making her a dependable and trustworthy friend. Her patience often makes her the only calm one in situations when everyone else has lost their temper. She is also generous and kindhearted, up until the point that some even take advantage of her. Her tendency to trust everyone at all times also hinders her once in a while. She also has a habit of apologizing, even when it isn't her own fault. One of the most mature and flexible characters, she is very amicable and gets along well with her peers and can be very understanding of their feelings. All in all she is a pretty great cat, but perhaps not the best warrior...

(optional) History-

WIP

Kin-

Lucy[Mother;Alive]

Raven[Father;Deceased]

Mate-

N/A

Kits-

Future Litter

Two Toms & a She-kit[Toms will be up for adoption]

Crush-

Open, will develop

Other-

She is panromantic demisexual no gender preference

Name-

Lionpaw

Age-

Seven Moons

Rank-

Apprentice

Gender-

Tom

Description-

He is breath-taking handsome cat with a stunning appearance. He's a lot bigger than most cats, and his broad torso makes him seem even bigger. To begin with his appearance, His fur is short haired, and sleek, even the thick broad stripes hold their own. As for his eyes, The mesmerizing color and shading of his eyes are hypnotic and the pure luminosity glows in them, even in the darkest areas. His large paws have with dagger like claws hidden inside. His raspberry pink tongue is as sharp as his claws. His lean muscles seem to ripple along his short fur when he steps and moves, Which makes him all the more mesmerizing. His voice is kind of deep, With leaderistic authority with held behind it. He has a few scars lacing his pelt, bright pink and tight. His most striking scar is one that travels over both of his shoulders, down his right leg and under his belly

Personality-

He isn't however above taking charge when and if it seems necessary because although his voice is low when he speaks it rings with the authority of any leader. A tongue holding only full truths that others refuse. His silences is not a sign of weakness, it does not mark him as meek or timid as others would have it, rather it is a sign of his strong demeanor. A cat who thinks before he acts. For a cat with such skills in observation you would think he would be rather open minded, unfortunately that is not the case with this feline. Although it is true he stores much information, rather it worthless or not, in his mind and his words often indicate to an open minded tom, he is not.

Like would be expected of a cat such as he his mind, although narrow in it's thinking, is as sharp as any eagles talon. Canny as he strategies the best way to slip out of a tricky situation; resourceful, using the land around him as a weapon in battle. Always, he has one goal. to get himself, and those under his care, out alive. Even if it is at the risk of a bystander, which to the silent wolf would make no difference to him. one life, for theirs. He has a tongue that could be considered as sharp as an claw, he often doesn't need to get into physical fights, verbal are usually more than most can handle. He does have an open issue with authority, finding that he'll give you none unless you have his respect...not something easily earned.

He most likely laugh in your face if you tell him to respect his elders, or because your older or have a high rank you automatically deserve respect. As far as he can see your just another cat, there is nothing special about you. You live, eat, breath, and die just like everyone else. So you have more weight on your shoulders cause you run the group, big whoop, deal with it your the one who took on the role. You want his respect, he has no problems giving it once you earn. He's not going to go whine if you don't give him any respect, as far as he concerned same difference he want your respect, he'll earn it, if he wants it. He'll tell you what he thinks of you with no concern of your feelings and he expects the same from you. Don't baby him, he wants the truth.

(optional) History-

"I don't feel like talking about it too much, parents left me. I got stuck on the streets. I was taken in by a gang of cats, they taught me how to fight and how to fend on myself. I guess I got to stuck up, to good cause I was soon kicked out of their by their leader, Rebel. He was worried I was gunning to take over his group, again abandoned by those who were suppose to be my family I lived on my own for a bit. I learned story about groups of cats who lived together with each and worked together, I wanted to become part of that. But finding it was a little hard to do. Thankfully I met up with a group of wandering cats, who led me to my dream."

Kin-

N/A (Open for family)

Mate-

N/A

Kits-

N/A (would like in future)

Crush-

Open, Developing

Other-

He is Bisexual no gender preference

Name-

Luna/Lunalight(future)

Age-

Twenty Moons

Rank-

Loner(future warrior)

Gender-

Female

Description-

Poised, regal, and icy are some of words often used to describe her at first glances. The she-cat has long, thick, stormcloud grey fur, small spots of black randomly dot her back and flanks. Her build is lean, with muscles barely visible under her long silvery gray pelt making her appear rather frail. Her legs are long, giving her an edge when she is chasing down prey. Her body is free of unnecessary muscle; she has no need for extra bulk. Her paws are wide enough to help her run over snow and marsh easily, but small enough to keep her from becoming clumsy. Her body is muscle and sinew, no room for being plump and over-weight. On her forehead, there is a dark black embodiment, much like an upside down 'M' shape. Looking at this she-cat's head figure, you will instantly notice that she has a triangular shaped head. She has a very prominent facial structure, so you will easily notice her head. She has very tall and prominent ears that are sharp and triangular in shape, white fur lines the inside and a pure black on the outside and edges. Her nose is shocking light pink and seems to stand out on her face. Her whiskers, which protrude from her small cheeks, are almost invisible against her. They are laced in a dark brown color that fades into a creamy white as the go out farther.

Her eyes are normal intense shimmer, they aren't at all expressive, they are cold, like ice. Most blue eyes are so captivating you swear that you could just dive into them with the peak of awe nipping at your facial features, but when you peered into her frozen irises you feel an electrical chill run down your spine, through your body making your features numb, like ice. Every tendril of various shades of incandescent striking white-blue staying lined up next to one and other making her eyes them selves seem like a white tundra, its as if a blizzard is eternally raging on with a black void in the center that are her pupils. They don't capture light,but defy it, they're so, so blue that they literally glow, but there is the occasion that she smiles and she give into her emotions. Her eyes sparkle like storm clouds right before lightning hit. Blue threatens to floods and fury while pupils dilated in passion.

All together she is not exactly stunning or beautiful, her physical appearance alone is not what turns heads. She naturally alludes a type of silent confidence and regal air that make it hard for others not to notice when she's in the room. She is known for making cats uncomfortable with her reserve natural and chilling eyes. She looks unbreakable and untouchable, but even the strongest of diamonds can start to crack when worn down enough.

Personality-

"I have a quite confidence that screams loud. I am humble, but strong. I am stable, but rebellious. I am giving, but not naive. I always chose my battles wisely, staying silent until it's time to strike. And when I have had enough or something matters enough to me that I need to fight, you best get on my side or get to running because I am a beast. I can cut you beyond anything you've ever felt. I have the heart and mind of a warrior, and that is why I seek to live a life of peace, but that seems like a fruitless dreams these days."

She is a strong, resourceful she-cat who is far more mature than her age would suggest. As a result of former conditions, she has grown into a tough, unsentimental, and practical she-cat. Ironically, the hardships she faced as a result of her impoverished upbringing wound up working to her advantage once she’s became a warrior. The skills and qualities she developed to cope with the everyday challenges of being alone, including her ability to hunt, her toughness, and her resourcefulness, turn out to be what keeps her alive in the world today. She is not socially adept and has a hard time making friends due to the emotional strain on her life which has made her hard and cold. She is more concerned about feeding her family than being social, making her awkward around people. Because of her rogue upbringing, she does not understand many social cues and is often ignorant of other people's emotions.

Though she can be rather blunt, misanthropic, sarcastic, bitingly cynical and cold she has a very vulnerable side which she only shows around her precious ones, and she has a natural maternal instinct. She is usually very logical except for times when her emotions get in the way. She is very strong, stubborn and determined. Often, she will react first and ask questions later. She will do anything to survive, and protect those under her care. Her unwillingness to take orders was perceived as her greatest weakness, but as moons have passed she now relates authority and orders with respect and loyalty. She believes actions speak louder than words, and is more than willing to lay down her rebellious/authority issues for those who are worth following.

She has a deep instinct to protect those she deems as weak, going above and beyond to do so. She states herself that nice people are the most dangerous because they get inside of her and that they could hurt her badly when she least expected it. She has shown she will protect those she loves, no matter the cost to herself. She has no experience with romance or love other than that of her family, but believes that one day she would like to have a family of her own if possible.

(optional) History-

She lived as a loner, living off the land with her mother. She was raised on the land and taught what it took to survive. She met her father around four moons, she was told he was dead but it appeared that was a big lie. He was defiantly not what she was expecting and was the only cat she has every seen her strong willed mother break under. Luna was ignored most of the time and the tom wasn't really a very father figure type of cat, he was rather harsh with her mother assuming Luna had been born from another tom while he was away. One day a certain punishment went to far and her mother breathed her last breath. The tom took off and Luna was left alone, but wasn't a young flower ready to wilt without proper care, she fended for herself

Kin-

N/A (Open for family)

Mate-

N/A

Kits-

N/A

Crush-

Open, Developing

Other-

She is Biromantic Demisexual no gender preference.