Starmoon, Windclan

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Name: Starmoon
Age: 14
Alliance: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-Cat
Appearence:

A beautiful silvery-white pelt complete with dull silver eyes. There is no color on her body except silver, making it look almost like she fell from Starclan. Her claws are especially sharp, and her smile is sweet with a hint of mystery. Her entire body, including her tail, is thin, which enables her to run faster than some of the bulkier warriors. Her ears seem over-sized compared to her small body and they are more circle-shaped than most. She has an appealing feminine voice which is almost a constant purr.

Personality:

Starmoon was raised with jealous peers and appreciative adults, which makes her tend to lean more toward being around elders and older cats than her own age group. She is extrememly loyal and obidient, never disobeying orders. She is always there to lend an ear, but she doesn't talk much to anyone. She is very mysterious, often preferring to keep to herself and watch rather than become involved unless it involves some sort of challenge or patrolling. She tends to get very fierce when provoked, although almost no cat of any clan has every seen her this way for she is most often calm and monotoned. She prefers not to show much emotion of any type, for she believes it weakens you and makes you vulnerable.

History:

Starkit was always excluded from everything the other kits did because of their jealousy. She stayed closer to the queens most of the time since her own mother died giving birth to her and her brother, leading her to like older cats much more than cats her own age. Her father was a Riverclan deputy that was killed in a war with Thunderclan. Her brother and her were never especially close, but she always protected him when he got himself into trouble. She was always good and did what she was told, but it seemed her brother was rebellious.
When she was made an apprentice, she was told by some of the elders that she would "make it far". She learned and progressed quickly, making it to border patrols after only being an apprentice for 2 moons. She always looked up to her leader for guidance and support, and she soon was a warrior. It felt as if her whole apprenticeship flied by.

Roleplay Example:

Silvermoon slept with her long tail over her nose, her eyelids twitching occasionally as they fought to open. Judging by the sound of crickets picked up by her swivelling ears, it was still night. She always found it hard to sleep, even as a kit. Tonight was no exception. Heaving a sigh as quietly as she could, she rose to her paws and crawled out of the warriors den and into the open space of camp. Seeing the moonlight illuminating the open field pleased and intrigued her, so she sat and watched. Maybe soon it would lull her into sleep.

Code Word: ^_^

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Accepted. Sounds good.