Post by Foxpool on Nov 8, 2009 16:09:11 GMT -5
Name: Moonfeather
Age: 18 moons
Pack: Lightning
Rank: Deputy(applying won't happen because...I'm the owner...)
Gender: She-wolf
Description: Moonfeather is a gorgeous wolf with gray fur on her head and a soft white underbelly that starts at her nose and disappears behind her front legs. Her back is soft black, and her sides and part of her underbelly are dark brown. This brown fur goes down her front legs, where it fades to white, and down her back legs, which are a lighter brown. Her eyes are a very pale blue that are almost colorless, and her fangs and claws are sparkling white.
Personality: Moonfeather is a very impatient wolf, and if she leads a patrol, woe betide those who fall behind! She does not hesitate to leap into battle with someone she chatted with at the past gathering, and she is known throughout the Valley as the Wolf Who Fights Like Ten Wolves, because of her ferocious skill in battle. The only known wolves more skilled in battle than her are the leaders of the packs.
Don't think her fighting nature isn't uncontrolled. She protects her pack with her life, especially cubs, and will not hesitate to kill a cub-killer or cub-snatcher. She does not inflict bad injuries on apprentices or young warriors who have never seen a battle, because the fear radiating off them reminds her of her first battle. In camp, she can be perfectly pleasant and gentle, exposing nothing of her fighting side.
Roleplay Sample: Thundershard lept before her. Moonpaw tried to keep up, but every step she stumbled over something.
"My paws are too small! How will I fight?!" she cried. Thundershard glanced briefly back at her.
"Let loose your spirit, Moonpaw. Don't think I haven't seen you practicing battle steps by moonlight!" the big wolf growled.
"I'm scared!" Moonpaw shouted. Thundershard stopped, and looked back at her. His eyes carried sympathy, before he turned back to the task at hand: invaders from Pack Shadow were flooding over the border just over the next hill, where the gorge began. Moonpaw was shaking with fear as she saw a single black wolf with red-orange eyes silhouetted against the Paw Moon and deep snow. Bloodpool, leader of Packshadow, was heading the invasion. Moonpaw closed her eyes in prayer, and heard the voice of Moonblaze softly whispering in her ear.
"You are of my line, Moonpaw. Your paws will know what to do without you trying to control them," and the voice faded away as Moonpaw opened her eyes. Bloodpoool was snapping at the first Lightning wolves that came in reach, lunging forth with dripping red fangs and claws. His leader name was so fitting. Moonpaw, still scared, but determined to live up to the name of Moon, leaped at him. Thundershard, the latest victim of the leader's tearing, slashing whirlwind of fury, stared at her in surprise from where he lay trapped beneath Bloodpool's solid black paws. Moonpaw suddenly was confused. Her paws were performing battle tricks, carrying her body with them, and she had no idea what these tricks were. Bloodpool was struggling to keep up with her. Moonpaw's claws and limbs were moving at a furious pace, desperate to escape the tornado of hate that was Bloodpool. Finally the wolf slumped to the ground, panting.
"You...are an apprentice?" He wheezed, and Moonpaw stopped and sat back. The battlefield was silent. Everyone was looking at her and Bloodpool.
"Yes, I'm an apprentice. Moonpaw," Moonpaw said clearly. Whispering took up at this in Pack Shadow.
"Did she say <i>Moon</i>paw?"
"A direct descendant of Moonblaze, I heard, is anyone who carries the name of Moon,"
"Impossible. That line died out long ago!" A last whisperer scoffed. Suddenly everyone turned and looked at the gorge. A wolf was coming over the hill from the gorge, walking straight and tall. Everyone knew who he was, for he was bigger than any other wolf, and stars sparkled in his fur. The wolf was walking on the soft snow, but not sinking into it, leaving a trail of silver pawprints behind him. Moonblaze, paused, looked out over the battleweary wolves, and said,
"Never doubt the name of Moon, cub, apprentice, or warrior." And he vanished, as suddenly as he had come, but the silver pawprints still sparkled on the snow behind him.
"You fight like ten wolves," Bloodpool breathed at Moonpaw, "Light as a feather, but claws cutting to the soul."
Bloodpool died as he lived, surrounded forever by a pool of blood and battles.
Code Words: Wolf Moon
Age: 18 moons
Pack: Lightning
Rank: Deputy(applying won't happen because...I'm the owner...)
Gender: She-wolf
Description: Moonfeather is a gorgeous wolf with gray fur on her head and a soft white underbelly that starts at her nose and disappears behind her front legs. Her back is soft black, and her sides and part of her underbelly are dark brown. This brown fur goes down her front legs, where it fades to white, and down her back legs, which are a lighter brown. Her eyes are a very pale blue that are almost colorless, and her fangs and claws are sparkling white.
Personality: Moonfeather is a very impatient wolf, and if she leads a patrol, woe betide those who fall behind! She does not hesitate to leap into battle with someone she chatted with at the past gathering, and she is known throughout the Valley as the Wolf Who Fights Like Ten Wolves, because of her ferocious skill in battle. The only known wolves more skilled in battle than her are the leaders of the packs.
Don't think her fighting nature isn't uncontrolled. She protects her pack with her life, especially cubs, and will not hesitate to kill a cub-killer or cub-snatcher. She does not inflict bad injuries on apprentices or young warriors who have never seen a battle, because the fear radiating off them reminds her of her first battle. In camp, she can be perfectly pleasant and gentle, exposing nothing of her fighting side.
Roleplay Sample: Thundershard lept before her. Moonpaw tried to keep up, but every step she stumbled over something.
"My paws are too small! How will I fight?!" she cried. Thundershard glanced briefly back at her.
"Let loose your spirit, Moonpaw. Don't think I haven't seen you practicing battle steps by moonlight!" the big wolf growled.
"I'm scared!" Moonpaw shouted. Thundershard stopped, and looked back at her. His eyes carried sympathy, before he turned back to the task at hand: invaders from Pack Shadow were flooding over the border just over the next hill, where the gorge began. Moonpaw was shaking with fear as she saw a single black wolf with red-orange eyes silhouetted against the Paw Moon and deep snow. Bloodpool, leader of Packshadow, was heading the invasion. Moonpaw closed her eyes in prayer, and heard the voice of Moonblaze softly whispering in her ear.
"You are of my line, Moonpaw. Your paws will know what to do without you trying to control them," and the voice faded away as Moonpaw opened her eyes. Bloodpoool was snapping at the first Lightning wolves that came in reach, lunging forth with dripping red fangs and claws. His leader name was so fitting. Moonpaw, still scared, but determined to live up to the name of Moon, leaped at him. Thundershard, the latest victim of the leader's tearing, slashing whirlwind of fury, stared at her in surprise from where he lay trapped beneath Bloodpool's solid black paws. Moonpaw suddenly was confused. Her paws were performing battle tricks, carrying her body with them, and she had no idea what these tricks were. Bloodpool was struggling to keep up with her. Moonpaw's claws and limbs were moving at a furious pace, desperate to escape the tornado of hate that was Bloodpool. Finally the wolf slumped to the ground, panting.
"You...are an apprentice?" He wheezed, and Moonpaw stopped and sat back. The battlefield was silent. Everyone was looking at her and Bloodpool.
"Yes, I'm an apprentice. Moonpaw," Moonpaw said clearly. Whispering took up at this in Pack Shadow.
"Did she say <i>Moon</i>paw?"
"A direct descendant of Moonblaze, I heard, is anyone who carries the name of Moon,"
"Impossible. That line died out long ago!" A last whisperer scoffed. Suddenly everyone turned and looked at the gorge. A wolf was coming over the hill from the gorge, walking straight and tall. Everyone knew who he was, for he was bigger than any other wolf, and stars sparkled in his fur. The wolf was walking on the soft snow, but not sinking into it, leaving a trail of silver pawprints behind him. Moonblaze, paused, looked out over the battleweary wolves, and said,
"Never doubt the name of Moon, cub, apprentice, or warrior." And he vanished, as suddenly as he had come, but the silver pawprints still sparkled on the snow behind him.
"You fight like ten wolves," Bloodpool breathed at Moonpaw, "Light as a feather, but claws cutting to the soul."
Bloodpool died as he lived, surrounded forever by a pool of blood and battles.
Code Words: Wolf Moon