Post by everly on Aug 6, 2010 9:22:07 GMT -8
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
mossstorm[/sub]
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
she-cat[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
sixteen moons[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
riverclan[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
warrior[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
A slender femme with a light brown pelt with darker roan patches. She has icy blue eyes.[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
With a slender figure to hoist her fur up Mossstorm has a rather beautiful pelt. It is lustrous and always well kept, even in the direst situations. It sleekly frames her with a pretty reddish haze. Flecks of brown, both light and dark filter through the soft-on-the-eyes pale red that is the mass of her pallet. Her roan hue is unique in itself, and Mossstorm takes great pride in it, hardly letting dirt get settled in. With a creamy white underbelly, soft as newly spun silk, the colors are all gentle and not sharp, giving her all the more a feline and feminine grace. Some would say it is her pelt that makes her the most attractive, though shortly followed by her other attributes.[/sub]
Mossstorm has a build that portrays many things; strength of cats, pride for her linage, grace, agility and all number of other things. The sleek curves she possesses makes her easily identifiable as a she-cat, with her glossy fur stretching over these delicate curves. Taunt muscle is visible also, revealing her as a capable warrior. But something you would not expect in a PineClan cat is also visible; a sleek, streamlined figure, good for swimming. Mossstorm never knew why she gained this addition to her physique but was most pleased with it. Thanks to that particular feature she could easily be swift, a strong swimmer and had a huge stretch of stamina. Glossy fur stretched over these attractive curves of muscle and femininity make her shine like a brand of hope in the sunlight.
Filled with a sharp, assessing look Mossstorm has intimidating eyes that can penetrate through lies and deceit. She constantly uses these to isolate particular cats and put them on the spot, making them give quick, brief and efficient responses instead of long, drawling ones. These eyes show cunning, wit and the quickness of her thoughts and decisions. Fierce they could be described as the "eyes of an enemy" or possibly the "eyes of the protector." Who knows, but these eyes are a sharp, serene blue that is smooth in color and shape, not filtered in the slightest, corrupted by another intruding color.
To sum Mossstorm up she is quite a larger-than-life figure, with a fierce, wild look about her, but with thought and compassion weaved through in a intricate pattern. Mossstorm tries to pride herself in keeping professional in both her looks and how she speaks etc. This helps her remain looking as dominating and commanding as possible, which she enjoys being seen as. Not one to brag, she will often be spotted resting in the shade or bathing in the sun with all cats of the clan, as she sees them all as "equals" despite looks, personality or thoughts.
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
With both her prowess and fierceness Mossstorm is quite terrifying to behold against her enemies. With two quick claws and teeth always sharp and prepared for battle she is probably just about the WORST cat to get on the bad side of. If you fear death and become her enemy, then you should definitely fear her. Though she tries her best to keep professional in her hates and likes, Mossstorm is, as all cats are, entitled to her own opinion of cats. As she is fair, she is hard to make an enemy, but once you are one, there is something to be made clear;[/sub]
Mossstorm is only mortal, and as any mortal cat she has her ups and downs, highs and lows, loves and hates. So yes, she can love, in her courting she plays all manner of cards to her advantage; seduction, arrogance, ignoring, pining, adoration, flirting and of course, emotion playing. Not so much that she's a heart breaker, but it is almost as if it is a second nature to her to know and act on how someone else feels toward her. Though she has had her mates and so-close-to-mates-its-unreal she has never yet found someone that she could consider that has made her "truly happy" and to be a life-partner with. Despite this, she does not lust one either, preferring her own self-induced solitary mood in relationships, Mossstorm seems fully aware of how some toms react towards her, but simply blows it off with a turn of the cheek.
Practical, thoughtful, cautious, and fair. These are all ways by which Mossstorm acts, but despite this she cannot resist the urge that is her pride for her Clan, herself and her friends. Her practicality guides her each day, steering her thoughts clear of errant, irrelevant queries, thus, allowing her to serve her Clan to her fullest. Along with that, her thoughtfulness is what deems her wise, as she is never the first to say anything, but instead, chooses to analyze every possible viewpoint. Even if she does not truly believe what she says or thinks herself she will always say the best thing possible, though always just out of that personal tone. In short, Mossstorm understands that her view of matters may not always be the best for others, and this leads her to keep most thoughts to herself. However, she never fails to hint at her slight disagreement at such statements. Only the keenest of cats are able to detect this quality in Mossstorm, and she prides herself on the fact that she is able to keep her own opinions discreet, while airing the opinion she thinks is best. As she thinks deeply Mossstorm also has an almost serene view on things, this helps keep her lusts and rages and moods down. The Optimist. That is what she tries to be, all the time, the strategic optimist. Her sense of right and wrong is also a strong attribute that she possesses, therefore, causing her to yearn for fairness in all situations, and also making her a strong believer in justice. These give her great qualities and she is clearly able to grasp a situation from the brink of disaster and bring cooling thoughts and sooth the worries of distressed fellows.
If you did not know Mossstorm you would most likely take her too literally or too unkindly. Why? Because her tongue is sharp and decisive, she constantly makes cats almost shrivel with the force of both her tongue and eyes. Ruthless but not over-the-top-ly so, Mossstorm usually always thinks before she speaks, so her responses and talk is always reflective and well chosen. Mossstorm considers the ability to communicate a weapon and uses it to her advantage as much as possible. Well-spoken she can often be found with accusation, order, command, decisiveness or warmth edged into her voice.
YOUR FAMILY TREE
featherfur: [mother] a dark gray she-cat with blue eyes[/sub]
roanpelt: [father] large tom with dark brown/roan pelt and gold hued eyes
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
The growl that erupted from beside Cloudstorm made her jump a little, which did little to aid in the subsiding of the pain in her paw. As she looked from Phoenixstar to the bushes directly ahead of them, fear, much worse than before, began to brew up inside of her. Fear, and something else; she couldn't quite decipher it yet. Whatever it was, it began to grow inside of her, somehow managing to shed some light on the dark crisis that lay before them.[/sub]
As Cloudstorm's multi-coloured eyes were able to focus in on a pair of dark, gold, almost amber, eyes in the darkness of the bushes, she noticed Phoenixstar, tensing, flexing as if preparing to fight. No! Not again! What if I lose him this time! As the voice in her head screamed at her, she had no choice but to keep in inside of her, not wanting to break the brown tom's focus and concentration.
At the sound of the fierce warning that ripped from her leader's throat was terrifying, even to her, who she was sure he wouldn't hurt. Knowing she would have to be prepared for anything, the white she-cat did the same as Phoenixstar, flexing her claws, stretching her three usable paw muscles, and memorizing every detail in the brown tom's face. Oh CloudClan, please let this not be the last time I see him...
Her silent plea did little to ease her mind; however the knowledge of the brown tom's 9 lives did. Taking a deep breath, Cloudstorm readied herself for what she knew was about to emerge from the dark leaves. The horrid stench that accompanied it, gave it away; the one scent she would carry with her for the rest of her days. If there are any days left. Inching closer to Phoenixstar, yearning for his soothing scent to wash over her, she buried her nose in his fur for a few heartbeats. As she drew herself away from the security, a dark shape emerged from the bushes. Now or never.
Examining the predator that might very well be the end of her, and her leader, Cloudstorm remained preoccupied. What if that thing kills Phoenixstar? He has his nine lives, right? Trying to fight the negativity with some miraculous positivity, she came up short; there was no source of hope right now. None. Giving up on trying to persuade herself, the white femme was drawn back to her stomach, as the unidentified feeling gnawed it's way to the top of her mind. Knowing she would soon meet an unpleasant fate, she once again, shrugged it off, forcing herself back to reality.
As she noted every detail of her possible predator, she shuddered more and more. Dagger-like teeth, paws that seemed as big as boulders, and claws. Claws more than able to tear through the flesh of either one of them. The eyes of the creature, so filled with darkness, stared each feline down. Dark yellow eyes, each one, a bottomless pit of hell.
And then it happened. Completely unexpected. A piercing, bloodcurdling yowl teared through the sky, as Phoenixstar lunged.
"Phoenixstar! No!" As tears poured out of Cloudstorm's orbs in falls, her scream was drowned out by the monstrous noise that was created by her brave leader. Immobile with fear, Cloudstorm crumpled to the ground, as the life was sucked out of her. Silent screams left her body, unheard by the world. Though one, the most important, stuck with her, as the feeling inside of her came out of hiding.
I love you.
And it was those three words that gave Cloudstorm the will she needed to survive. To survive with Phoenixstar. As she got up, and pieced herself together, she could see the damage the strong, brown tom had left on the heartless beast's face. It had been blinded, small tufts of her on it's face, left by none other than Phoenixstar.
As her multi-coloured eyes searched frantically for the one face she longed for, her gaze fell upon the ground. And there, crushed against the earth by a massive paw, was her leader. Her leader.
That did it. Lifting up her wounded paw, she dug in, teeth first, and scavenged for the thorn that hindered her mobility. The moment her tooth found the thorn, it was yanked out, and thrown across the clearing, into the bushes on the other side. As she gave herself a quick lick, the fire inside her burned strongly, fueled by what she knew to be love.
While she ran towards Phoenixstar, Cloudstorm left her mark upon the earth, as her bloody paw left imprints with each step. Knowing that she may not live to see another dawn, the white she-cat mimicked the brown tom's move, and pounced on the mountain lion's back, claws unsheathed. As the yowl of pain rose in the air, she knew she had done something that may have been just enough to spare the life of her Phoenixstar.
I love you...
