Post by luuu x on Nov 3, 2007 13:01:16 GMT -5
watching the stars lunarpaw
mistress of the sky female
youth is a fickle gift six moons
keep your voice down whisperclan
not quite there yet apprentice
imprint of an angel
[/blockquote]mistress of the sky female
youth is a fickle gift six moons
keep your voice down whisperclan
not quite there yet apprentice
imprint of an angel
A trail of footprints reveals all to one who knows how to read them. The path of neat prints that belongs to Lunarpaw reveals much about her. For example, her paws are extremely small. They are very delicate and each toe looks as though it were carefully crafted. But these paws are not as demure as they may seem. For, though they are hidden, each paw has a set of claws to call their own. These claws are short and curved, but can deal out a surprisingly painful slash. Forgetting the prints, let us move on to Lunarpaw's body. The four paws lead upward into the four legs. These are slender and supple, strong enough to hold her with a withdrawn kind of posture. They are long enough to provide plenty of agility and swiftness, and the slim quality of her body enables her to slide easily through small gaps and under objects. Lunarpaw's legs roll into her shoulders, these small humps of flat bone. They lead back into her back and into her tail. This is not overlong, but not too short. It is furred in long, feathery strands of hair, these giving it a downy feel. Lunarpaw's neck leads into her chin and muzzle. Her muzzle is slightly longer than usaul, but not too long. This, put together with her high, angular cheekbones, gives her face a suspicious, sharp look. Her eyes are delicately almond shaped, and outlined thinly in ebony. Inside they are a soft, gentle blue, though this is diluted slightly by waves of calm, sea green. This creates a striking cerulean hue, finishing her face in perfect detail.
Lunarpaw's fur is soft to touch, and fairly thick. It is of a medium length, hanging slightly off her slender body. In strong wind, it tends to blow out like feathers on a bird. The shade of Lunarpaw's fur is a dark, coal black. It is not quite ebony, and if parted, ashen hairs are visible. In places the black fades to a very dark grey colour. Lunarpaw's coat lengthens slightly in some places, and shortens in others. Her cheeks are thickly furred, and there are tufts of fur on the tip of each ear. The fur shortens on her paws and chest. Lunarpaw's fur tends to catch the moonlight and glow like firefly, but sunlight does nothing for its dark, smudgy hue.
smoke trails in the sky
Take a thorn. Place it carefully on the stem of a dusky black rose. There you have the perfect image of Lunarpaw's personality. Whilst that is a simple picture, here is a more in depth description of her feelings and fears. Lunarpaw is not very sociable, especially not with cats outside her own clan. She prefers the company of her nearest and dearest, who are becoming increasingly few and far between. She is called shy by many, though in actual fact she is just scared of her other cat's reactions to her. Lunarpaw will not comment on an overheard conversation; she would rather sit tight and pretend she heard nothing. Perhaps one good thing comes of this anti-social personality; though it is not considered good by some. Lunarpaw is very, very good at keeping secrets. Especially her own, as she buries them deep within her heart so that she need never come across them again. Lunarpaw is polite and quiet when she does speak, and if you were to chance upon her speaking to her friends, you might think her a fairly cival, friendly she-cat. And this she is, though she hides a darker side behind her moon-like eyes.
Lunarpaw's temper will suddenly spill over like an overfilled pan. Hot splashes of fury may land on any cat who happens to cross her path, and they are then in danger of feeling the far sharper side of Lunarpaw's tongue. She has a hidden part in her heart which is black as night. Lunarpaw's rages will sometimes last hours; sometimes days. No cat seems to know who causs these fits of fury, or what, or why they occur. Only Lunarpaw, whose shyness locks every secret deep within the locket-like depths of her heart.
turn the pages of time
Cyanstep. A beautiful, respected warrior of TempestClan. With a secret. For moons she had searched vainly for a mate, the tom who she would spend her life loving. She wanted to start a family. But none of the TempestClan toms fitted her heart's desire. She did not think she would ever find the right cat. Until one full moon she attended the Gathering with her clan. She met a handsome young warrior named Ternshade. She immediatly liked the tom, and saw potential in him. There was only one problem; he was of WhisperClan. Yet after meeting him at several more Gatherings, she knew that she could not let this stand in her way. Cyanstep confessed her love to Ternshade, who agreed to meet her in secret on TempestClan territory. The two were deeply in love, and yet nobody discovered their secret. Not even Lilyshine, Cyanstep's best friend.
Cyanstep found out that she was expecting kits after four moons of srcretly meeting Ternshade. She was delighted, and intended to bear the kits for TempestClan. No cat asked her who the father was, as she did not need to tell them if she did not wish to. She and Ternshade still met twice each week, their love unchanged by the piece of news. Cyanstep went into labour one crisp autumn evening. She gave birth to two daughters. One was whelped with a dark, mottled coat. This one she named Lunarkit. The other was a snowy white kitten with grey splotches. This one she named Ashenkit. Cyanstep loved both of her kits to bits, but secretly loved Ashenkit more. The she-cat was prettier and more sweet than her sister. And so, on the kit's first moon, Cyanstep gave Lunarkit to her father, to raise in WhisperClan.
Ternshade loved his daughter, but she was terrified of him as she did not know him. She did not know who he was, and even after he secretly told her that he was her father, she was too young to understand and this only intensified her fear of him. Eventually, Ternshade grew tired and lonely. Cyanstep could not visit him as often because she had to care for Ashenkit. So he made the choice to leave WhisperClan and seek membership of TempestClan. After this was granted, he lived perfectly happily with his mate and daughter. The pair forgot about Lunarkit, and neglected to tell Ashenkit about her sister in WhisperClan. And so Lunarkit was left to grow up alone in WhisperClan without any kin. She was given to a queen named Narcissuspool to nurse.
Lunarkit has recently been made an apprentice to Narcissuspool, but the young queen was killed by a fox early in Lunarpaw's apprenticeship. She now is waiting to be granted another mentor.
this is how i work
The night was gloomy. Then, that was to be expected, seeing as the world stood on winter's threshold, ready to step into the chill white season. Yet for now, autumn still tugged insistantly on. But the trees were almost bare, they're branches reaching up into the sky like skeletal arms. Few leaves clung to the branches, those that did limp and crumbling. The ground was slippery with wet, dead leaves, and beneath them a second layer of leaves. These had disentigrated. Nothing seemed to break the darkness, but for a beam of shimmering moonlight. In this one circle of light, cast on the sighing grass, a kitten was visible. Her slender body was covered in ochre fur, this cut across with darker stripes. These were thin and dark, contrasting deeply from the creamy brown of her undercoat. Her chest and paws seemed to glow in the half light, yet this was simply because of the snowy colour that furred them. The kitten's eyes stared blankly into the darkness, they're dark blue depths churning with thoughts and emotions.
Pecankit had stalked off alone, her pawsteps heavy and jaw set. She was furious. Aurora had no right to name her useless, to name them all useless. She was so high-and-mighty. The tabby kitten swiped her peachy tongue over one small paw, temper still bubbling in her throat. The she-cat sighed. Longing clutched at her heart. She wanted to go home. She missed her family, her mother, her father, her brothers and sisters, her grandfather... Pecankit could not prevent a dry sob escaping her mouth. The tabby shook her head. She should not be crying. Not again. This was her destiny. But as she thought this, a voice crept into her mind. But why me?
Pecankit curled up, her chin rested on her paws. Her expression was dejected. She felt so alone. She liked Mottledkit and Crystalkit, but she barely knew Selenekit and Moonkit. Selenekit stuck with Moonkit, Crystalkit trailed Aurora like a lost lamb and Mottledkit was injured. Pecankit's own wound still sang with pain when she moved it. Without knowing it, without even feeling her consciousness slipping, Pecankit drifted into dreams. Yet not even her dreams could protect her from her fears and loneliness. Hazelpaw and Mousepaw loomed out of the darkness, their faces burning with rage. Suddenly they leapt at eachother, fighting, tearing off eachother's fur. "No!" Pecankit's voice was lost in the words and yowls ripping from her sister's mouths. "Stop it! Please!"
Pecankit woke. She was not sure what had happened, but her cheeks were damp. Her sisters were fighting. Or had fought. She knew, this time, it was not just a dream. Pecankit broke down in sobs that she could not force away. It was all her fault.
Everything was her fault.
She was useless.
i've lost all faith in them
cyanstep [mother][/sub]
ternshade [father]
ashenkit [sister]