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➸ I D E N T I T Y

Current Name - Moonpetal
Former Names - Moon (Loony Moony) > Moonpetal
Name Meaning - Moon: For her wide eyes and softly colored pelt. Petal: For her delicate voice and touch.

Gender - Female
Sex- Female
Pronouns- She/Her

Age - 3 Years 7 Months
Originally Submitted - March 15th 2016
Approximate Birth - August
Apprentice Ceremony - X
Warrior Ceremony - March 2016
Original Age - 3 years 7 months
Ages - Every 15th of months that pass

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➸ A P P E A R A N C E

Brief Description - Slightly smaller than average, her appearance is almost that of a cloud sent to earth. So lightly does she float along, and so gentle are her words. Moonpetal is not a bulky or muscled cat, she is more of a wisp of bone and skin coated in curling fur. With her pelt of grays, she can fade into snow and shadow and dappled light, a specter amidst the fog.
Body Structure - Shorter than average with slightly tufted, large triangular ears, Moonpetal is a delicate she-cat covered in curls. Although fine-boned and delicate, she has a surprisingly stocky build, but the way she moves creates the illusion of weightlessness. Soft blue-green eyes are wide and round, set amidst delicate furs, and she always seems to be alert yet dreaming at the same time. Her eyes are slightly crossed as well, but this doesn't seem to impair her vision too terribly!

Breed - La Perm x Devon Rex Moggy

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➸ C L A N . I N F O R M A T I O N

Clan - PondClan
Rank - Medicine Cat

Apprentice - X
Mentor - X

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➸ B E H A V I O R S

Personality Desc. -

Positive Traits - Kind, open-minded, intelligent
Neutral Traits - Rambles, daydreams often, believes in things others may not
Negative Traits - Gullible, can be absent-minded, a bit of a pushover

Strength - Healing, premonition, reading others
Weakness - Defense, combat, personal boundaries
Fear - Although she plays it off as something she is used to, rejection and ridicule are still things that Moonpetal shrinks from
Likes - Fairies, magic, stories, singing, herbs, everyone, meeting people, hanging out, really she's easy to please
Dislikes - Bullies, bigots, those who think she can't do her job

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➸ S E X U A L I T Y

Orientation - ???
Interest In - ???
Attracted to Currently - ???

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➸ B A C K S T O R Y

Childhood | "Loony Moony, See Her Cry, Loony Moony, Wish She'd Die"
Born in a breeder's house, Moon was a treasured item until her eyes opened. Seeing the crossed nature of them, the breeder knew she would never be show quality and passed her to the home of a friend. The friend had three children that Moon adored, who gave her the name Moon and always would play with her...sometimes a bit too roughly. Dropped many times, it was no surprise that the kit became rather scattered and disoriented. Deciding to find a safer home for the fragile kitten and invest in a tougher animal, they passed her on to an older woman who lived in a rundown house and spent much of her time practicing herbology and making natural remedies for those around her. Suffering slightly from dementia, the woman was looked down upon by many, but she never seemed bothered by it. Moon, trying to make friends, went out and about, but talking about 'fairies' and 'dragons' and 'magic' like the old woman did to her didn't seem to endear her at all to the neighborhood animals, who made up horrid rhymes about her wavering sing-song voice and crossed eyes. The little cat would often return home to weep beneath the porch.

But as time went on, she became used to the teasing, the name-calling, and with the older woman always praising her, teaching her to fetch herbs and other things, always admiring her pelt, loving her...well, Moon felt like she at least had one friend in the world. And she learned all she could, not just about plants and herbs, but about this magic the woman spoke of so fondly, and finally felt confident enough to go out in the world and giggle when insults were thrown her way, or sail by without hearing them, tuning herself instead to the calling of the herbs and the currents of energy around her.

Big Changes | "I hope you never lose your sense of wonder"
When Moon was around three years old, the elderly woman's dementia had gotten so bad she could hardly recall how to take care of herself. Moon would leap around, fetching her herbs, encouraging her to eat by meowing at the fridge, she would carry her toothbrush to her, warm her feet, do all she could...but in the end the woman's family came to take her away, and tried to bring Moon with them. But the she-cat had to stay! She HAD to! The old woman was gone so who would tend to their garden, their herbs? She owed this to her! Evading capture, the young cat hid beneath the porch and watched them leave. No one came back for her.

Going about her rounds for several months, she was able to survive on her meager hunting skills, sustained moreso by herbs and plants than meat. Thus, she was a small bundle of bones that burrowed beneath layers of leaves to stay warm. Lonely beyond imagining, feeling unfulfilled with no one to care for, the curly-furred cat slept fitfully, dreaming of cats with stars in their fur. They seemed to guide her through a haze, she was unclear if it was a dream or not, but day in and day out she moved along until her paws reached new lands. She was awake. She was...somewhere new. The humans were far behind her, and when she saw cats gathering, saw them so weary from a journey such as the one she had taken, Moon knew she was home. Weaving among them without hesitation, the young she-cat began to distribute herbs, tend to wounds, until she was brought before their leader.

Dimstar was a formidable cat, but Moon had learned long ago never to show fear or weakness, and greeted him with respect in her melodic voice. It was through his choice, and the consulting of the council that seemed to circle around him, that they seemed to agree she was to remain...if she was willing...as a...medicine cat? Not really understanding the workings of the Clan or anything of the sort, Moon nevertheless joined, willing to help in ways she had missed, and was gifted the name Moonpetal, and her very own apprentice, Duckpaw. Now she works hard for the Clan, and always seems to be willing to listen to any sort of problem.

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➸ S T A T U S

Status Summary - Horrible | Poor | A Bit Off | Neutral | Decent | A Bit Good | Great

Physical Status - Well-rested and eternally calm and joyful

Mental Status - Figuring out what herbs are needed for her Clan and when the horkswump season starts

Emotional Status - Peaceful and curious

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➸ R E L A T I O N S H I P

Mate - None
Status - Single

Key:

// Slight Attraction
// Attraction
// Lust

// Like
// Respect
// Respect a lot

// Annoyed by
// Dislike
// Hate

// Slight crush
// Crush
// Love

// Friend
// Good friend
// Close friend

// Wants to get to know them better
// Misses
// Can't bear without

// Relatives
// Family
// Joint at the hip

// Slightly suspicious
// Very suspicious
// Not trusted

// Shy
// Jumpy/Nervous
// Fearful

strike through // Dead
// Apprentice/Mentor
// Mate

Immediate Family

X

PondClan

// Duckpaw: "Duckling is my 'apprentice' which is odd because I learn just as much from him as I hope he does from me. He is so attentive and eager to please, how could anyone ever dislike him? But then again, cats will always find those to dislike that they do not bond with...I will do all I can to teach him, this cat whom the fairies have blessed. And I only hope that he gleans something from our time together in this mortal span of existence~May he always be safe and loved~"

Chancepaw: "He is a small, young apprentice. Not a medicine cat one, but one of these...warriors? He does not believe in himself though the winds fill the air with confidence in him, I only hope he learns to listen to more than just voices of doubt. I too, once struggled with those voices, perhaps..I can be of assistance?"

Wolvenheart: "A strong and loyal cat to his friends and this Clan, although he has only now joined it. What a peculiar cat, but they sing his praises, and I must say I believe them. He will be an asset to our Clan, although...there is something hanging about him that seems odd...what it is I can only hope that they can shake it off, or perhaps someone can pick at it for them?"

Magpiesting: "Interesting. Abrasive but not appalling, intelligent, refuses to acknowledge he cares for his companion(s). A cat I am pleased to see in our Clan...is it 'our' or is it...'their'? Regardless, I hope that in the future he can open his mind a bit more, and that he will continue to speak of such elaborate mental devices and inspirations~"

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➸ R O L E P L A Y S A M P L E

Tumbleflame could feel her comforting scent wash over him, musing back on how it had become such a sanctuary for him. When she was just a kit he had become enamored with her instantly, wanting to do all he could to keep her smiling, her charms and wit winning him to her side in arguments against her brothers. She had always been one of the ones asking after being his apprentice, and in those moments he was ready to hand it over to her, had it been up to him. But he contented himself with being the apprentice, the cool 'older brother' figure, the friend who would let her pounce on him and practice her fighting moves every chance he could. Perhaps it was just because she was one of Mintstreak's kits, one that Dreampaw had helped bring into the world...but he had felt so close to that litter...and now...well, scarce few were left. It weighed his heart down until he felt her gently rub her cheek against his, drawing him back to the happier thoughts. She always seemed able to do that, to carry him through his darknesses, lighting the way back to the present, to the future even.

Taken from a roleplay in The-Warriors-Guild between Tumbleflame and Emberlight

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➸ C O N T A C T

Time Zone - EST (North Carolina)
Skype User - enchanted-topaz
dA User - little-ashen-finch

Methods of Roleplaying
Comments -> Fine for AUs, drabbles, concepts but easily lost track of and hard to record
Notes -> All right to use, may take a while to respond
Skype -> Preferred method and fastest method, please be sure to tell me who you are when you send a friend request!

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➸ E X T R A S

Hogwarts AU
House: Ravenclaw
Quidditch: Not her thing
Familiar: Owl
Patronus: Moon Bear (Asian Black Bear)
Best Class: Divination, Charms, Herbology
Worst Class: Transfiguration

Human AU
X

Music
X

Bestiary

Hufferdusters
Not that it would keep the hufferdusters away, they would find all the little corners to make their nests there, but they were such pleasant creatures! Little puffballs that dusted away grime, what useful inhabitants, she rather hoped they would choose to grace this 'medicine cat' den and help her keep it tidy. So she always left out small offerings of the left leg of a wild bird, their favorite food. A single leg would do, and it had to be to the left of the entrance. Hufferdusters were very particular.

Shedenburrs
"Shedenburrs are small creatures, they send prickles through your pelt, like how you know you need to speak to someone, or bring them along with you. Sometimes, they are stronger and signify stronger connections, and sometimes they are soft vibrations that are not as pressing. They think that we all should go pick herbs together."

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Art and Character (c) little-ashen-finch

Description

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➸ I D E N T I T Y

Current Name - Moonpetal
Former Names - Moon (Loony Moony) > Moonpetal
Name Meaning - Moon: For her wide eyes and softly colored pelt. Petal: For her delicate voice and touch.

Gender - Female
Sex- Female
Pronouns- She/Her

Age - 3 Years 7 Months
Originally Submitted - March 15th 2016
Approximate Birth - August
Apprentice Ceremony - X
Warrior Ceremony - March 2016
Original Age - 3 years 7 months
Ages - Every 15th of months that pass

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➸ A P P E A R A N C E

Brief Description - Slightly smaller than average, her appearance is almost that of a cloud sent to earth. So lightly does she float along, and so gentle are her words. Moonpetal is not a bulky or muscled cat, she is more of a wisp of bone and skin coated in curling fur. With her pelt of grays, she can fade into snow and shadow and dappled light, a specter amidst the fog.
Body Structure - Shorter than average with slightly tufted, large triangular ears, Moonpetal is a delicate she-cat covered in curls. Although fine-boned and delicate, she has a surprisingly stocky build, but the way she moves creates the illusion of weightlessness. Soft blue-green eyes are wide and round, set amidst delicate furs, and she always seems to be alert yet dreaming at the same time. Her eyes are slightly crossed as well, but this doesn't seem to impair her vision too terribly!

Breed - La Perm x Devon Rex Moggy

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➸ C L A N . I N F O R M A T I O N

Clan - PondClan
Rank - Medicine Cat

Apprentice - X
Mentor - X

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➸ B E H A V I O R S

Personality Desc. -

Positive Traits - Kind, open-minded, intelligent
Neutral Traits - Rambles, daydreams often, believes in things others may not
Negative Traits - Gullible, can be absent-minded, a bit of a pushover

Strength - Healing, premonition, reading others
Weakness - Defense, combat, personal boundaries
Fear - Although she plays it off as something she is used to, rejection and ridicule are still things that Moonpetal shrinks from
Likes - Fairies, magic, stories, singing, herbs, everyone, meeting people, hanging out, really she's easy to please
Dislikes - Bullies, bigots, those who think she can't do her job

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➸ S E X U A L I T Y

Orientation - ???
Interest In - ???
Attracted to Currently - ???

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➸ B A C K S T O R Y

Childhood | "Loony Moony, See Her Cry, Loony Moony, Wish She'd Die"
Born in a breeder's house, Moon was a treasured item until her eyes opened. Seeing the crossed nature of them, the breeder knew she would never be show quality and passed her to the home of a friend. The friend had three children that Moon adored, who gave her the name Moon and always would play with her...sometimes a bit too roughly. Dropped many times, it was no surprise that the kit became rather scattered and disoriented. Deciding to find a safer home for the fragile kitten and invest in a tougher animal, they passed her on to an older woman who lived in a rundown house and spent much of her time practicing herbology and making natural remedies for those around her. Suffering slightly from dementia, the woman was looked down upon by many, but she never seemed bothered by it. Moon, trying to make friends, went out and about, but talking about 'fairies' and 'dragons' and 'magic' like the old woman did to her didn't seem to endear her at all to the neighborhood animals, who made up horrid rhymes about her wavering sing-song voice and crossed eyes. The little cat would often return home to weep beneath the porch.

But as time went on, she became used to the teasing, the name-calling, and with the older woman always praising her, teaching her to fetch herbs and other things, always admiring her pelt, loving her...well, Moon felt like she at least had one friend in the world. And she learned all she could, not just about plants and herbs, but about this magic the woman spoke of so fondly, and finally felt confident enough to go out in the world and giggle when insults were thrown her way, or sail by without hearing them, tuning herself instead to the calling of the herbs and the currents of energy around her.

Big Changes | "I hope you never lose your sense of wonder"
When Moon was around three years old, the elderly woman's dementia had gotten so bad she could hardly recall how to take care of herself. Moon would leap around, fetching her herbs, encouraging her to eat by meowing at the fridge, she would carry her toothbrush to her, warm her feet, do all she could...but in the end the woman's family came to take her away, and tried to bring Moon with them. But the she-cat had to stay! She HAD to! The old woman was gone so who would tend to their garden, their herbs? She owed this to her! Evading capture, the young cat hid beneath the porch and watched them leave. No one came back for her.

Going about her rounds for several months, she was able to survive on her meager hunting skills, sustained moreso by herbs and plants than meat. Thus, she was a small bundle of bones that burrowed beneath layers of leaves to stay warm. Lonely beyond imagining, feeling unfulfilled with no one to care for, the curly-furred cat slept fitfully, dreaming of cats with stars in their fur. They seemed to guide her through a haze, she was unclear if it was a dream or not, but day in and day out she moved along until her paws reached new lands. She was awake. She was...somewhere new. The humans were far behind her, and when she saw cats gathering, saw them so weary from a journey such as the one she had taken, Moon knew she was home. Weaving among them without hesitation, the young she-cat began to distribute herbs, tend to wounds, until she was brought before their leader.

Dimstar was a formidable cat, but Moon had learned long ago never to show fear or weakness, and greeted him with respect in her melodic voice. It was through his choice, and the consulting of the council that seemed to circle around him, that they seemed to agree she was to remain...if she was willing...as a...medicine cat? Not really understanding the workings of the Clan or anything of the sort, Moon nevertheless joined, willing to help in ways she had missed, and was gifted the name Moonpetal, and her very own apprentice, Duckpaw. Now she works hard for the Clan, and always seems to be willing to listen to any sort of problem.

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➸ S T A T U S

Status Summary - Horrible | Poor | A Bit Off | Neutral | Decent | A Bit Good | Great

Physical Status - Well-rested and eternally calm and joyful

Mental Status - Figuring out what herbs are needed for her Clan and when the horkswump season starts

Emotional Status - Peaceful and curious

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➸ R E L A T I O N S H I P

Mate - None
Status - Single

Key:

// Slight Attraction
// Attraction
// Lust

// Like
// Respect
// Respect a lot

// Annoyed by
// Dislike
// Hate

// Slight crush
// Crush
// Love

// Friend
// Good friend
// Close friend

// Wants to get to know them better
// Misses
// Can't bear without

// Relatives
// Family
// Joint at the hip

// Slightly suspicious
// Very suspicious
// Not trusted

// Shy
// Jumpy/Nervous
// Fearful

strike through // Dead
// Apprentice/Mentor
// Mate

Immediate Family

X

PondClan

// Duckpaw: "Duckling is my 'apprentice' which is odd because I learn just as much from him as I hope he does from me. He is so attentive and eager to please, how could anyone ever dislike him? But then again, cats will always find those to dislike that they do not bond with...I will do all I can to teach him, this cat whom the fairies have blessed. And I only hope that he gleans something from our time together in this mortal span of existence~May he always be safe and loved~"

Chancepaw: "He is a small, young apprentice. Not a medicine cat one, but one of these...warriors? He does not believe in himself though the winds fill the air with confidence in him, I only hope he learns to listen to more than just voices of doubt. I too, once struggled with those voices, perhaps..I can be of assistance?"

Wolvenheart: "A strong and loyal cat to his friends and this Clan, although he has only now joined it. What a peculiar cat, but they sing his praises, and I must say I believe them. He will be an asset to our Clan, although...there is something hanging about him that seems odd...what it is I can only hope that they can shake it off, or perhaps someone can pick at it for them?"

Magpiesting: "Interesting. Abrasive but not appalling, intelligent, refuses to acknowledge he cares for his companion(s). A cat I am pleased to see in our Clan...is it 'our' or is it...'their'? Regardless, I hope that in the future he can open his mind a bit more, and that he will continue to speak of such elaborate mental devices and inspirations~"

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➸ R O L E P L A Y S A M P L E

Tumbleflame could feel her comforting scent wash over him, musing back on how it had become such a sanctuary for him. When she was just a kit he had become enamored with her instantly, wanting to do all he could to keep her smiling, her charms and wit winning him to her side in arguments against her brothers. She had always been one of the ones asking after being his apprentice, and in those moments he was ready to hand it over to her, had it been up to him. But he contented himself with being the apprentice, the cool 'older brother' figure, the friend who would let her pounce on him and practice her fighting moves every chance he could. Perhaps it was just because she was one of Mintstreak's kits, one that Dreampaw had helped bring into the world...but he had felt so close to that litter...and now...well, scarce few were left. It weighed his heart down until he felt her gently rub her cheek against his, drawing him back to the happier thoughts. She always seemed able to do that, to carry him through his darknesses, lighting the way back to the present, to the future even.

Taken from a roleplay in The-Warriors-Guild between Tumbleflame and Emberlight

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➸ C O N T A C T

Time Zone - EST (North Carolina)
Skype User - enchanted-topaz
dA User - little-ashen-finch

Methods of Roleplaying
Comments -> Fine for AUs, drabbles, concepts but easily lost track of and hard to record
Notes -> All right to use, may take a while to respond
Skype -> Preferred method and fastest method, please be sure to tell me who you are when you send a friend request!

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➸ E X T R A S

Hogwarts AU
House: Ravenclaw
Quidditch: Not her thing
Familiar: Owl
Patronus: Moon Bear (Asian Black Bear)
Best Class: Divination, Charms, Herbology
Worst Class: Transfiguration

Human AU
X

Music
X

Bestiary

Hufferdusters
Not that it would keep the hufferdusters away, they would find all the little corners to make their nests there, but they were such pleasant creatures! Little puffballs that dusted away grime, what useful inhabitants, she rather hoped they would choose to grace this 'medicine cat' den and help her keep it tidy. So she always left out small offerings of the left leg of a wild bird, their favorite food. A single leg would do, and it had to be to the left of the entrance. Hufferdusters were very particular.

Shedenburrs
"Shedenburrs are small creatures, they send prickles through your pelt, like how you know you need to speak to someone, or bring them along with you. Sometimes, they are stronger and signify stronger connections, and sometimes they are soft vibrations that are not as pressing. They think that we all should go pick herbs together."

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Art and Character (c) little-ashen-finch