Posts by .Luna.

I HOPE YOU'RE BREATHING YOUR LAST BREATH ——

Luna was resting on the edge of Bloodclan territory, moonlight dancing upon her silver fur as she stared forlornly into the distance, lovely bushy tail flicking behind her body. This was getting hard, doing everything alone. Chucky was gone, her clanmates were believing she was losing her mind. She sighed, lifting her scarred face from her dainty paws, the mutilated one covered by her pristine one as she turned her attention to the bushes on Thunderclan's side. Maybe she was? Luna was a horrible mother, her children always in trouble, her other litter was dead, and she had no-one to love her like she used to dream for. She growled, flicking tail to curl around herself, snapping her jaws closed in annoyance and laying her ears back. Who needs it? Not Luna. It was damage, risks and losses.

RULINDIL

"Speech"

There are suicides in every dreams

I HOPE YOU'RE BREATHING YOUR LAST BREATH ——

Luna heard movement and lifted her head, narrowing her verdant eyes to see what the noise was just when a tall tabby seemed to step through the darkness. Her heart dropped, blood running cold as she looked at who she believed was Sheogorath coming to rip Luna from the mortal plane for her sins. Then, just as quickly as the fear passed through her gaze, it was gone and so was the image of Sheogorath, replaced by a lumbering shape of Rulindil, that tom she had met when she was looking for her son. He paused at the border, making the silvery queen tilt her head curiously, watching him with suspicion before he walked over.

Now, under rules, Luna was to chase him straight back over, get him off of Bloodclan territory, but tonight, she was exhausted. She blinked again as he sat infront of her, subconciously moving her mangled paw to hide beneath her chest as she looked him over. She perked her ears at his words and sighed, a soft sad smile falling upon her maw before speaking quietly aswell, something about the night and his soft voice making her speak softly aswell, "You could say that. Being a mother isn't all as great as one believes. Not that I'm complaining, of course, I just... My life isn't where I expected it to be."

"Speech"

There are suicides in every dreams

I HOPE YOU'RE BREATHING YOUR LAST BREATH ——

She couldn't help the soft giggle that followed his nervous actions. Luna was a predator, always one to enjoy watching cats squirm and writhe under her gaze, especially when she was younger, the feeling of being powerful making her drunk when she was just a young girl and even more when she had murdered her father. And her brother. She felt the ghost of a smirk drag on her lips at those thoughts, sick twisted smirk before she blinked, more of his words pulling her out of the memories.

She perked her tattered ear and smiled, intense green eyes looking down his body before to the Thunderclan border again, dragging out the silence a bit before meowing, "I'm the Head Guard, as you know. I had a litter before I joined Bloodclan that... passed and I'm known as the Cannibal Mother. I've fought with the current leader of Shadowclan and captured her, my best friends are Springhawk from Riverclan-despite our clans being enemies-and Waspwing, our healer over here. I adopted all of Ruth's family as my own, including her brother Slowhand before he...changed. I'm a proud adopted-grandmother of three, Ruth's own children, and the mother of one guard, one very dangerous member, and my daughter Fernonia, my little princess. I joined Bloodclan in exchange of not killing a member although, which one I don't remember anymore, and the father of my current children...well, let's just say he's in pieces for abandoning his children," She laughed softly, darkly at the last part before shrugging and adding "I've never forced my... unique eating habits upon anyone, although many of the children I adopted partake in it aswell, resulting in the increasing amount of cannibals in Bloodclan as they spread it. I also enjoy leaf-fall, my preferred time of the seasons as it's not too cold and not too hot plus, Bloodmoon is within it and is one of the few times I can really indulge in the darker side of Bloodclan without ruining relationships of other clans. Also, during the dog attack we had in Bloodclan, I lost two of my claws in my paw, being ripped clean out by the mongrel and now am unable to feel pain in those toes." She shrugged again. Blatant, obvious descriptions of herself and enjoyments that only made her realize how boring her life really was. Besides the whole, yknow, tempting your father into giving me children that now are either doing really well or possibly dead, She thought briefly, green eyes focused on his quietly.

"Speech"

There are suicides in every dreams

I HOPE YOU'RE BREATHING YOUR LAST BREATH ——

"That is enough! All of you!" Came Luna's booming voice. She had been awaken from a well deserved nap by loud thrashing and yelling, growling as she stood at the top of the stairs now, green eyes raking across scene. She snapped, spit dribbling from her chin as her voice-as sharp and deadly as any razor forged by gods-rang through the air, "Enough from all of you this instant! I swear on my dead kits' graves I will rip out all of your spines and give them to Revolution to decorate the Blood House with next Bloodmoon! Now, what is going on here?!" Although her question stated, it was rhetorical as she could gather from the bloody scene alone what had happened. She had came in time to watch the tom shove away from Jail's daughters and snapped out, a moment too late, for him to return.

When it was clear he wouldn't, the queen slammed her paw onto the ground and looked at Artemis, meowing angrily in an order, "Find Ruth and Wild. If you see Waspwing, bring her here aswell. I want that tom's name by tonight," Once finished with Misa's orders, the queen turned to Deerstep, voice urgent and softer, "Go to Jail. I will find something to stem the bleeding for now so you can retrieve herbs or Waspwing gets here, okay? Bianca, help Deer with anything she needs." Finished, the queen turned on her heels, already feeling her stomach surge with nausea, stumbling slightly. She quickly fixed herself and began her trot to look for something to help the bleeding, heart twisting darkly. Luna may not like Jailbird, but the behemoth was her clanmate and ex guard. She was not going to let this go unpunished. The very fact one of her clanmates had tried to kill one of their own enraged her so much that once she found some tattered, moth-bitten curtains, she shredded a thick piece quickly and stood, the scrap of cloth in her mouth as she lashed her tail and flexed her claws. She needed a clear head right now. Breathing in, the queen turned, stalking quickly down the steps with the prowress of a hellhound and handed Deer the cloth, looking down at Jail with quiet concern. The behemoth was going to owe her for this.

"Speech"

There are suicides in every dreams

NAME: Luna

— name meaning: Derived from her long shimmering silver coat, Luna also means Moon in both Spanish and Latin, is the name of the Roman Goddess of the Moon. It's also a part of the word "lunatic"

TITLES: Head-Guard | War Angel | Abductor | Red Sheep

SEX/GENDER:female (♀), feminine — She/Her pronouns

SEXUALITY: Biromantic Heterosexual

AGE/RATIO: 36 moons / ages realistically

DATE OF BIRTH: 10/31

DATE OF CREATION:

DATE OF DEATH: To be determined — status: Dead

NUMBER OF LIVES: 0/1

— reasons for lives lost: killed by Nagina on request brought on by her grief

ALLIANCE/RANK: Dark Forest -- Member

— past ranks: Loner, Tyro, Member, Guard, Head Guard

HERITAGE: ⅔ ShadowClan, ⅓ Kittypet, ½ Rogue

REFERENCES: Ref01 | Ref02 | Ref03 | Ref04 | Ref03

BREED: 100% Classic Persian

SHORT DESCRIPTION: Battle scarred silver chincilla Persian with green eyes.

— accessories: none

— scars: Three over her right eye, two knicks in left ear, three cuts on left cheek, two on the left side of her chest, left paw is mangled, stomach scarred beyond permanent healing, both front legs chewed and leaving with varied levels of healing

— inventory:

LONG DESCRIPTION:

Luna is a lunar goddess, fur a shimmering pelt of moonlight and shadows that is covered in glossy, whitened scars upon her broad face, chest, and stomach, along with her paw that is wraithlike in appearance and looks like the very touch of death from the beast that had attacked her home. She has dark, fiery green eyes, shimmering like exceedingly rare and priceless emeralds upon her delicate yet serious face. Her long, luxurious coat is enough to mistake the elegant female for a cloud, short, rounded ears resting upon her head, the left one lacerated twice. Upon death of her children, Luna's legs are lacerated deeply from self-harm and internalized hatred.

Luna moves with an elegance of a spider, quick, precise, and dainty yet menacing. She walks with her head high, pride a requirement of the head guard. Despite her bulky appearance and broad body, the queen is surprisingly quick and lethal. Her voice sounds very Victorian Era English cockney, the sort of high pitched voice of a pauper in the streets of England or a young baker woman who would make bodies into pastries.

POSITIVE TRAITS:

Athletic | Collected | Professional | Motherly | Ambitious | Diplomatic | Justified | Adaptable | Attractive | Creative | Dignified | Elegant | Protective

NEUTRAL TRAITS: Cannibalistic | Mad | Can be very Emotional | Makes Strong Bonds | Aggressive | Dominating | Irreligious | Strict

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Homicidal | Dangerous | Intelligent | Stealthy | Deceitful | Compulsive | Insecure | Malicious | Monstrous | Sadistic | Vindictive | Well-meaning | Predatory | Dissociated | Paranoid | Difficult to earn trust

MBTI TYPE: ESTJ / 'The Executive'

— strengths: Dedicated | Strong Willed | Direct | Loyal, Patient, And Reliable | Her Weight | Stealthy

— weaknesses: Inflexible and Stubborn | Uncomfortable with Forest Cats | Judgemental | Holds Grudges Easily | Too Focused on Social Status | Difficult to Relax

— likes: Night Time | Autumn | Blood | Silence | Napping | Hearts | Family | Hunting | Being in Control

— dislikes: Disorder | Insubordination | Disrespect | Being woken up | Treachery | Harm coming to those she swore to protect | Death

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

MORAL ALLIGNMENT: Lawful Evil

LONG DESCRIPTION:

A once proud and maternal she-cat, loss has caused the Head Guard of Bloodclan to see red in all creatures, life holding no value unless it is family to her. Her own life isn't safe from the rage and unbridled fury of the grieving mother, her legs bearing the signs of what happens when the molly has no-one to take her rage out on. She no longer cares to torture those who she dislikes and goes against her, instead death is a swift mercy to them, but the things done afterward reveals the broken molly's true side. She no longer controls the beast she holds within her mind, slaughtering any and all who she deems unworthy and traitorous, taking it upon herself to be police, judge, and executioner of Bloodclan. If she could choose, she'd tear the whole forest apart and allow Bloodclan to run rampant in the forest and her to retire slaughtering kittypets without judgement for years.

Once being a devout follower of others rules, the blatant disregard for the queen's role led to her deciding her own code and conduct that she expects everyone to withhold or else they will fall to her claws. She is still a motherly cat, this side just reserved for her children and mate instead of her whole clan. What lies in the husk that others see is an emotionless murderer, a true Bloodclan cat made from grief and rage and betrayal whom has learned you can't rely on anyone except yourself. If anyone can provide for you, it's a mother but don't disobey her either.

PARENTS: NPC xx NPC

SIBLINGS:

--Shadowstrike

--Blade

--Open

--Razor

--Ophelia

OFFSPRING:

^{Adopted Kits:}

^-Slowhand

^{- Ruth}

^{- Janna}

^{- Isla}

^{- Revolution}

^{- Reese}

^{- Severa}

^{- Lavendersouls}

^{Actual Kits}

^{- Ethel}

^{- Chucky}

^{- Fernonia}

^{- Priest}

^{- Johanna}

OTHER FAMILY:

^{Grandchildren(adopted)}

^{- Cataclysm}

^{- Cora}

^{- D'Artagnan}

RELATIONSHIP STATUS Taken — ½ of Lunaril

CRUSHING ON: Rulindil

MATES WITH: Rulindil

MENTORED BY: No-one

MENTORING: None

MENTORED: None

PHYSICAL HEALTH: 50%

— injuries Self-harm tears in legs

— illnesses: None.

MENTAL HEALTH: 10%

— mental disorders: Sociopath | Depression | Anxiety | PTSD

— other issues: Stress | Insanity

INTERACTION: Cannot maim, kill, or capture / Can powerplay nonviolent actions.

STATISTICS: Physically Extremely difficult / Mentally very difficult | ATTACK IN underlined.

— strength: ★★★★★★

— stamina: ★★★★☆☆

— agility: ★★★★★☆

— hunting: ★★★★★★

— swimming: ★☆☆☆☆☆

— climbing: ★★★☆☆☆

— medicine: ★★★☆☆☆

— intelligence: ★★★★★☆

— charisma: ★★★★★☆

— perception: ★★★★★☆

VOICED BY: Lucy Lacemaker

FACECLAIM: Doutzen Kroes

INSPIRED BY: Misses Lovett

SCENT: Death | Nightshade | Queen of the Nights | Old Blood

"Ball? 'Ow 'bout I fetch you one, li'l doves?" Came Luna's honeyed voice, flicking her long tail as she looked at the kits, green eyes soft as she approached. They were adorable, small, lovely little monsters, just as her litter was and how this one she was secretly expecting would be. Her small, delicate paws brought her farther out, her cracked beauty twisted into a soft, kind smile, muscles loose and free as she lowered her head to the kits' heights, looking bout ready to join them in a game. Why, infact I know a bloody good place to find you two a ball. So, 'ow 'bout it li'l ones?" She added temptingly bending the front half of her body down. She might aswell enjoy her range of movement now because she knew soon she'd be pretty much confined to the greenhouse with Waspwing and Deerstep, having to keep running back and forth back and forth. She felt dizzy just thinking about it but still she offered the kit's a gentle, caring smile, practically ignoring Aluminum. If she wanted to speak with Luna, she'd pipe up and say something to the Head Guard. For now, Luna entertained her youth.

Relief washed over Luna when Waspwing approached, allowing the healer to take charge as she tried to press part of the cloth against Jailbird's neck with gentle, dainty paws. She was whispering feverishly, "Don' ya dare die on me, love. I'll be so gutted if ya leave this bloody life, Jailbird. I'll make that wanker wish he was never born, just ya wait, dove." Her feverish whispering to her enemy wasn't interrupted once by their long going feud, the silver queen desperate to help her clanmate she swore to protect. Her head shot up at Waspwing's voice, turning to Waspwing as her friend came by her to assist in pressing the cloth before stating Jailbird needed to be moved. Luna nodded, going around behind Jailbird to look at the large cat's scruff, bloody and partially hidden by the piece of cloth the head guard had left, green eyes shooting to Waspwing with a nod to show she was ready when Waspwing gave the order.

She turned expectantly to Bianca, the poor girl a nervous wreck and looked at Waspwing to indicate to get the supplies to her and Deerstep. Then she looked at the younger persian and nodded approvingly, giving her a soft smile of encouragement before she squared her shoulders, and bent down to one of Jailbird's ears and whispered, "We got ya, love. Don' you even worry. I'll deal with that tom once Misa finds him-we both know she will-and then you will get your revenge, ya can count on that one." This was her encouragement, her telling Jailbird that she was safe and that this was not justly done. Her claws, cracked, old things, dug into the rotten floorboards, paws bloody from attempting to stop the bleeding.

"I'd suggest ya hurry up and carry you and your little friends on home, love. Be a shame if I had to rip out a spine infront of my granddaughter," Came the cockney of Luna, her green eyes glittering warmly down at Cora before flicking up to the Skyclan deputy, coming to stand next to Wild coldly as the other Skyclanner approached, the persian's large intimidating size only highlighted by the scars she bore. They were scars a cat would give in defense and as she smiled wickedly, she looked at Dottie. She teasingly snapped her jaws at the young cat, hoping to give her a fright before cackling under her breath and looking back at Lavendergaze.

She had came to these cats for help, to help her friend and she meowed coldly, the sadistic humor having left her voice at Lavenderskies's words, "I know you're much smarter than you sound, li'l dove, but need I remind you how Skyclan has helped us in the past? You want someone to build up your li'l forest clan, I'll do it for ya. But don't be talking down to my deputy or my granddaughter jus' because you have ya fancy rules and some dead twits to lead you and we don'. I respect your clan and I expect ya to respect us as we have for aslong as the bloody alliance has gone on. Now, please get back to marking your territory so we can all go home." Her stern gaze locked with Lavender's, long silvery tail flicking behind her. She pulled Cora close to her standing over the little kit to stare down the clan across the border. She didn't wish for tensions to get high, no. Infact, Luna wanted the opposite. She wished to quell any violence that may spring from the two deputies.