Moonheart's Crime and Punishment (Need a tom and more cats!)

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    (Long story short, Moonheart is Moonstruck, blood red winged spirit controlling strings of fate, which is why cats hate her. She controls who dies when, and she can't change fate. She was filled with hate because of cats fearing her as soon as they saw her. But Moonheart doesn't remember ever being Moonstruck, but she will.


    The tom she falls in love with doesn't care about her at all, she's just another member to him. WHO WANTS TO BE HEART-BREAKER?! :3)

    (YAY! Thank you!)


    Moonheart walked into the camp, her crystal white fur glimmering slightly. Her wings were tucked to her sides, and she carried herself with an odd pride. Her leaf green eyes shined in the light and the prey in her jaws was fat and heavy. She dropped it gratefully onto the freshkill pile, then turned to the camp, looking around.

    Ashflame stared at the sky, his cloudy blue eyes emitting a odd glow. The silver toms' cloudy eyes slowly drifted to gllance at Moonheart, he gave her a reassuring smile, he trotted gracefully over to her, seeming to glide over the ground like a beautiful mist. "Hello Deary, wonderful catch you caught there!" Ashflame tried to make conversation, for he felt he needed to bond with every clan member with an equal closeness to reserve a special connection.

    Moonheart blushed, her brain going all stupid, "Thanks, it was hard, no, not hard, but kinda hard, and there was no one else helping me, so it made it even harder and-" She blushed more.

    Ashflame chuckled lightheartedly "I know what you mean, Doll. With winter comin' and all it's real' becomin' harder to hunt" Ashflames' light grey tail flickered from side to side like a twitchy flame "I know you just went huntin' and all. But I was wonderin' if you wanted to go on a patrol one on one?"

    Moonheart began to look moony. "Uh, sure, if it's alright with you."


    (Story line, at first she thinks he really likes her, then she sees him with another she-cat, who he actually loves, after all her attempts for him to notice her and like her especially. She then does who-knows-what to make him have heart-break, just like she did. Is that alright?)

    OOC: Yup!



    IC: Ashflame smiled, flicking his tail motioining for her to follow him. The tom burst out of camp, breathing a deep, refreshing breath of forestry air. "Where do you want to check first, Moonheart?" he asked her, his blue, cloudy eyes staring her right in the eyes.

    "Anywhere." She breathed, almost a whisper. His gaze seemed to grasp her, pull her in, and hold her tight. She thought she could trust him, for sure.