WIP Moonlake

Grave

Age: One Cycles, Two Moons.
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Shadowclan
Short Description: Lesbian XD

Appearance:

Moonlake is named strictly for her pelt that seems to catch even the slightest breeze, making her look like a shimmering lake. The white patch her own personal reflected moon. Moonlake, an odd name though many have said it fitting. Her thick and delicate coat is constantly rippling as her sleek frame and well-muscled body moves with perfect grace and poise. She is majestic in all terms from her speech to the way she hunts and even her grey eyes show a beauty that comes so naturally to her. Her pelt is midnight black besides white socks and the large white patch across her chest, neck and muzzle, the defining feature for which she was named.

Though there are many things worthy of mentioning those that stand out least are perhaps what define her most. The patch may be what has separated her from birth but those who know her well can tell you her tail is as big a mention as anything else. It is carried mid-length at all times but it is kinked in several places and running the length are many bumps and ridges, hidden by her long coat. Her ears are delicately shaped and pointed and her face is long and narrow.

Often Moonlake will refuse to share tongues and it seems she request assistance for her coat more often then she offers assistance to others and the main reason for this is the large notch in her tongue, it makes drinking difficult and any sort of grooming though she likes to keep this to herself for obvious reasons.

Personality:
Moonlake is quiet and reserved with little interest for the foolish antics of kits and apprentices. She is patient and kind though she has always preferred her own company or the mature air of the elders and their comforting stories.

She is more cautious than most warriors and she takes pride in plan and strategy before strength and ferocity, though don't think for a moment that she cannot be both. She is much heavier than most cats and uses this to her advantage often, though she is definitely more modest and won't tell you when she knows she could have bested you, or your opponent.

She is not a fearless cat though she believes weakness make her wise to the dangers so many overlook. Despite her name she fears deep water with quite a passion but also despises day time hunts, the open brightness of day making her paranoid and unfocused.

History:
She was born as any other clan-cat, raised and embraced with and by the warrior code. As a young kit she was never any less shy are cautious as a grown cat but there were any incidents that could have cost her and others their lives. These where never her doing, they were her sisters though she has no idea where her blood kin may be now.

As a young apprentice she got into a fight with another clans patrol and it earned her the damaged tongue she loathes today, though she has kept this secret for many moons.