Moonjade-LakeClan

[Cookie -n- Cream]

Name: Moonjade
Moons: 29 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: LakeClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Short-Description:

A rough and gnarly looking, multi colored eyed, she-cat

Picture:

Look! She has a hostage!

Description:

Not exactly like her picture… she doesn't have such a feminine look. Her build is shorter, some what stocky, with wide shoulders, a wide, round head, and tall legs. She is however, very tall and wide for a clan cat. Her tail is short for her size, not like it's a stub or anything, it just doesn't wrap around her body in full. Her ears are tall and cone shaped, nice for listening, but they aren't pointed as much as you see in the picture, they round out more. Her nose is also not buttoned and doesn't come to a full point, instead it's short and stubby as well, flattening at the ends. Her whiskers are short too.
Moonjade's pelt is quite… different. She has a white pelt with tan and gray splotches, it isn't a distinctive color change though. It fades in and out quite subtly but quickly, it isn't "splotchy" because she looks like a patchwork doll. These 'Color Variations' appear in several places, one on her back, on her sides, her back paws on her face and tail, but mostly on the tops of her ears.
Her pelt is short haired and rough. The fur is very dense and cores, when rubbed the wrong way, it feels like a porcupine. Mostly it lays flat, and if cleaned and rubbed correctly, it is very smooth and sleek, quite silky feeling. Sometimes when it's at it's cleanest (which isn't often) it can seem almost silver like, well the grey splotches any way, and dappled with golden peaks.
probably her most distinct feature of hers would be her eyes. Her left eye is a bright and vibrant blue color, electric and icy, delivering her finest "stare downs" Her right eye, however, is a dull green color, but it's still obviously green.
Moonsjade is by no means pretty, with scars lining her sides and back see seems gruesome, grungy and down right ugly. Her claws are usually always unsheathed, yellow, chipped, and gross, the same goes for her teeth.

Personality:

Moonjade has one steady personality that has never changed, not like snap she became an awful cat or anything… but almost exactly like that. During things like leaf bare though, she can be more calm, more relaxed, she likes snow and no one can disrupt her peace then. During the leaf bare she has been known not to eat anything unless she catches it herself, she not only eats about once every two or three days, depending on how bad the clan is missing food, but she curbs her hunger with traveling herbs. Her view is that if she saves food for those who need it, the clan will thrive, even through leaf bare. She will even encourage and help those who choose to join her. During warmer and hot periods, she drinks less water, choosing to eat leaves with plenty of water, however for her main personality she is rough, tough, and couldn't care less about what you feel like. Moonjade hates every one, every thing, and any junk that gets in her way. For a medicine cat, she's quite terrifying. In fact, she only cares about a cats physical well being: if they don't like it tough! She learns to stick up for herself easily, no matter what or who wants to stand in her way. She isn't even afraid to yap at the leader. Is the leader sick? Moonjade would be the first to yell at him, telling him to spend time in the medicine cat den, she would walk up to him, and drag him by the scruff of his neck to the den if she needed to. Most cats would describe her as lazy, to relaxed, ignorant and horrible, but it's just to say they don't know her intentions, well, actually they do… she has no intention other then to keep LakeClan running smoothly. That's what she lives for and that's all she would really care about. She tends to not tell a soul what she's doing. She leaves camp for days on end, not one soul knowing where she is, she's near though, if some cat needs her she's mysteriously there once again. She just needs her solitude. If she did take a leader into the medicine cat's den, it would be so quick that the leader wouldn't have time to notify the clan about his sickness. She likes to leave the cat's minds buzzing. It's easy for her to lie about a life threatening issue and calling it nothing more then a scratch, it keeps the clan calm, and it lets the cat in her den go unbothered and rest at peace. In short Moonjade is the wrong cat to get on someone's nerves, a wining kit is likely to get pushed out of her den, and a warrior with a thorn in his foot would be called a mindless wimp who needs to get tough and stop being so sad and pathetic like an apprentice. She's the one to ignore minorly injured patients and create a sense of hate in them… she doesn't try to make them hate her… she just… doesn't try to make them like her.

History:

The ever thinking kit she was...
As a kit she was rough and tough with her parents. She would always tackle, scratch and play. They said she would make a feisty warrior, they said she could be the next leader! Perhaps bias from her parents, or just her behavior and showing off. She never gave up, always something for her to try so that she could make up for a mistake. Sometimes her siblings would take the food away from her, because, to put it simply she was to lazy to eat it sometimes, her response? "Spit it out of I'll eat you!" and there was no question that she wouldn't. Most of her siblings didn't dare say anything like "You weren't eating it!" because she always had a come back, more or less a smart remark like "I was saving it for leaf bare unlike you ungrateful glutens! Many times there had been fights three vs. one over a dead mouse and she would usually be the one to finally rip it in half, of Corse ending with her having the bigger half. There would also be fights with outrageous numbers against one, and yet Moonkit would prevail over every one of them, not because of strength or wits, but simply because of her drive to fight. The only thing she was bad at were picking herbs and stuff with her brother. Quailkit was the next medicine cat of the clan, so every one thought. He was the one most likely to succeed, helping out around the camp, he had all of his herbs memorized by his fourth moon, all through his third he'd spend his entire day asking questions to the medicine cat. He would often not be bothered with such trivial things as fighting with the rest of the kits as he would often get knocked over and hurt, but Moonkit loved him to death, she would always protect him from the other two, it was just something about him, some helplessness, she wouldn't feel right to let him go and get hurt, there was something dishonorable about it that she didn't like.

One day, she wandered outside of the nursery, persuading her siblings to follow her an come explore. Firekit and Flamekit, the two red twins were easier to persuade then the ever prudent Quailkit they wandered until they came across the stream, by then it had become dark, the moon was low in the sky, they didn't know any better and they didn't know how strong a raging stream could get at moonhigh when the current picked up. Most of the kits ran off and played in the shallow water, Quailkit stood in the cool stream while sniffing the herbs, taking interest in the burdock root and trying to pull it up, Moonkit sat on solid ground, watching them as if she were a mother. She turned for a second to scan the night sky and when she turned around Quailkit had lost his grip and was sent flying down stream, taking Firekit and Flamekit along with him, the two she-cats struggled to keep a float when finally Moonkit watched them wash away. She jumped into the river, upset that she hadn't been watching them but her fur was snagged on a branch, why couldn't the branch snag them? Soon when the stream slowed she climbed ashore, her eyes scanning the water, the sun was rising and she knew her mother was going to be worried sick. She never found out if her siblings were still alive or not and she would never know. Her parents sure that they had all died, went into a depression and disowned Moonkit for causing such pain and being the only one to live. They said that she should have been the one to drown because she "forced" them to leave camp. She still believes there alive, only to keep her from sinking into a worthless depression, and besides, she can't just think about her history all the time, so she decided to pick up Quailkit's hobby and love of herbs, she soon found that it was relaxing, claming, and she began to spend more and more time around them. That's when she became an apprentice.

Moonkit was quickly picked up by her mentor, a great LakeClan medicine cat.
she trained for many moons, nothing eventful happening, however her sour disposition did often get her into trouble.
She was soon named Medicine Cat when her mentor died early on, she was sick and had caught green cough on top of it. Moonpaw did as much as she could to save her, but it turned out that it was harder said then done... from then on she has given 110% in everything she's done.

Role Playing Example:

The darkness of the medicine-cat's den was disturbing. It's blackness and pitch dark looming bodies were enough to scare any cat out of it's wits, no matter how light the sky was outside. Reflections, two, glowing in the blackness were the colors of green and blue. Deep breaths came from between her ivory fangs, pink tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth, a deep heave in and a heavy breath out. Her fur was prickled to it's ends, her claws forever unsheathed, crooked, yellow, chipped and heartless like her soul.

She licked her lips and stood up, her claws extending for a brief moment and her ears flicking back against her head. She narrowed her eyes and glared out of the clearing, her paws and the tip of her nose the only things visible, the only things bright and glowing from the light of the outside moon seeping in. She grunted the infamous grunt, the hated grunt, the one that warned every one that she was going to make herself visible, come out of her den. She took one glance at her herbs, noticing she was low on dock.

'Where is that apprentice of mine? I haven't seen him in ages. He better get his fuzzy little tail over here and get me my dock or he'll loose his tail along with any other part of his body that he values,' she thought looking at the nest where he usually slept. She picked up his nest and tossed it out side of her den. 'I'm tired of his lazy rump sleeping in my den all day.' It wasn't that she didn't like him sleeping there…. It was just that she didn't like him! Or anything else for that matter.

She breathed out, the cold air producing a smog of breath in front of her, but it wasn't that cold outside. Her breath hot, her tail and fur fluffed, she took a paw step outside of the Medicine Cat's den. The monster was out. It seemed like all the birds in the clearing held their breath, and all the animals unfamiliar with her tainted attitude scurried beneath the ravine. She blinked and time started once more, the breath was let go. No one had seen Moonspirit for a few days, Plucking her meals when every one was asleep, and getting herbs in the dead of night, or when every one was out of camp, her first real appearance in ages.

Her pelt was un groomed white, and tangled, splotches of tan and grey dappled her pelt, silver colors strewn in from her old grey fur, her pelt was rough and worn, matted. She cleared her throat and then looked at the nursery, how were the queens? She paused listening intently to their steady rising and falling breaths. It was perfect, every one was asleep, and now it was time for her to get her herbs. The she-cat padded out of camp only to catch the smell of a young kit.

'Out of the nursery at night? Fine, let the hawks and dogs get him… they'll chew him up like crow food and then I'll have one less mouth to worry about getting sick. It's a shame he didn't do it before Leaf-bare and the thought of me worrying about green cough.' a devious smirk wormed it's way across her face, she was the only one to know it but yes… she had a soft spot, a spot for kits.

She knew it was less then a soft spot, it wasn't that kits were cute or anything, but they were helpless… there was some sort of honor in saving a kit, there was some kind of disgrace in leaving a kit to die that just didn't sit well in her stomach. The stars dappled her path as she walked slowly, stalking the kit with her soundless paw steps. She remembered what adventure had done to her as a kit and she felt her hackles rise. She had killed her family because of it… or had she? She'd met Quailrumor already… she still wasn't exactly sure if it was him, but it did look like him, and then the two twins that didn't know about each other, every thing about that night was so strange, she could only hope for the next gathering.

As she stalked the little kittens trail, a smirk arose on her face. Out of the blue she spoke. "And what do you think you're doing?" she hissed raising an eyebrow.


This isn't as long as my RP samples, I'm trying to make them shorter, I've noticed people don't like reading long posts D: I know I don't, but this is the only recent one I coudl find and I was too lazy to make one... this is good though because it was done a week ago.

Other:

Yes. Don't get on her bad side =]

[Sunrise.]

Well, I think that I can accept this, since Java is gone right now.

Accepted
Nice bio, by the way ^^