xx ~ it's a __ beautiful -- diSASTER [moonkit]

[⋆ -- fALLEN __ [s t a r]]

once upon a midnight dream
there were tiny soldiers marching in

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[nickname] :skye, falleh, skyluff, etc.
[other characters] : Fallenstar, Moonkit, Lightfall and Grasspaw (all unmade)
: n/a

breaking through the fortress, I hide behind
constructing all the chaos that disturbs me in my mind
it's all over the headlines

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BIC:

[name] -- Moonkit
[age] -- 5 moons
[gender] -- She-cat
[clan] -- TrunkClan
[rank] -- Kit

if we'd cry just a little, maybe laugh a little more
if it's not worth having, than it's not worth dying for

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[personality] --

All the leaves upon this tree, are forming words and pointing them at me,
And could it be a kind of sign informing me that I've been out of line,

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There are few tactless cats who will be able to see under her soft pelt, her streamlined figure and twinkling eyes, when it comes down to it. There are even fewer who will be able to discover her tasteful vocabulary and there is rare a time when they'll find themselves lost in laughing smile and silvery giggle. Most cats are simply incapacitated by her beauty.

Not that, of course, she's old enough that toms can do much anything about it without adhering to an impossibly indecent nature. Moonkit's thankful of this because in all actuality, unlike most others, she's in no rush to grow older. Unlike with the rumors she's heard of older cats - cats who have been too busy caught in the fiery, burning passion of love that it burns through their bones, changing them; cats who have been so enveloped in another great power, ambition, that all such sins overshadow their better nature - she knows that as a kit, as it always will be, things are easy now, peaceful.

For a kit, Moonkit is strangely understanding when it comes to rules and regulations. However, although she does understand why laws are said the way they are, that doesn't mean she has to like it. There is seldom a time when this pretty kit won't voice her answers, annoyance prickling beneath a smooth undertone and it also rare a time when others will take her seriously (which irritates her no end, of course), but Moonkit does know her limits.

Despite living in a world filled with possibilities, this young kit quite certain with who she is and who she wants to be. She's not foolish or silly; she does not live in that same, cliché fairytale world that all other females seem to believe in, seem to want. It bewilders her in more ways then one; first of all, if she were to live in such a world, wouldn't be drab and dreary? Another thing, Moonkit hates the colors black and white. So set, so perfect. Why can't everyone be imperfect?

As you can see, Moonkit has strong values and strives to live with them in accordance to her daily life. There is rarely - meaning never - a time in which she will go against them, whether or not a fresh piece of meat is dangled in front of her. (ugh, another thing she hates? Materialists.) She has very well-formed ideas about the way things should be, and is not shy about expressing these opinions.

All the pages in this book, are giving me an interesting look,
And can they see beneath my eyes, and if they could I wonder what they'd find,

She is also neither bitter nor hopelessly happy about her position in the clan. It seldom openly bothers her about the way others treat her, though it will hurt on the inside if she lets herself think about it for too long. There are cats in the clan who detest her for being RootClanner born, but more than the majority seem to accept - albiet grudgingly - her.

She doesn't like it - the way they base everything on looks - but, really, at this age, what can she do about it?

Moonkit is not some complete alienated feline in her own clan however; even if she is not as strong as the majority of them, she's got that 'dreamer' part down solid. The young she-cat is often quiet and reflective when not disturbed, proving to be quite the idealist at times. This is often something her friends laugh about, amused by the fact that she can be thoughtful.

Although most of the clan tend to not notice her temper, there is not doubt that Moonkit has one. She is not easily ticked off, but to call her cool-headed would be a lie. Because she's a passive-agressive sort of cat, when a cat does manage to get really under her skin, she will remain silent and brooding, giving the cold-shoulder to any unwelcoming victim. When extremely aggravated however, and pushed off the age, the pale ginger femme will no doubt lash out, teeth bared and claws sheathed. After a while, she'll take a breather and calm herself, preferring not to talk about it at all, as if it never happened. Moonkit, by the way, also has quite a problem with talking about her problems; it's discomforting, she says.

Moonkit, however, does have an exception. There is certain tom in TrunkClan that, out of every single cat that exists in all of the clans, is especially skillful in getting under her skin and annoying her to no extent. For this special tom, she will constantly break out of her shell, appearing to be seemingly brash yet brilliant in her words, because he is so darn frustrating. In these instances, she is more outwardly-aggressive than not, but occasionally she find a secret relief in these fights, as if a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders. No doubt, however, she will brood about her wrong choices later in the day.

Despite this, she often directs her energy towards the inner world of thoughts and emotions. She gives importance to particular ideas or beliefs, focusing on those things that she believes in most strongly. She prefers dealing with patterns and possibilities, especially for her friends. Rather than preforming something because she has to, she will only undertake work that has a meaningful purpose and one that she understands.

Moonkit is one type of enigma, many a cat has said. She is, often, impossible to figure out, even for her closest of friends.

And I won't feel alone tonight, cause I can see the candle burning bright,
And the shadows and the light, will keep me company tonight.

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[appearance] --

come fly down, like a singing bird
sings your name, i am still the same

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This kit is, for lack of a better adjective, breathtaking.

No doubt about it, Moonkit is perhaps as beautiful as her mother and as charming as her father. Although she may not be completley aware of it and use it to her advantage, the young she-cat is - indeed - a very pretty feline. When she gets older, she will be the she-cat of every tom's dreams in factors of apperance; however, for now, she is still young and growing, with a childish aura that makes it impossible for any right-minded tom to fall in love with her -- yet.

Her mother is a downright exquisite feline with a stunning pelt that shimmers like diamonds under the light and a dazzling smile that is enough to melt any tom's heart. With her snowy-white fur on her belly and face, she is certainly not anything less of the seventh natural wonder. A mix of tabby and calico coloring, the patterns on her fur are a glorious mix of caramels, browns, and blacks. It is obvious she had kittypet heritage, because no wild cat can look as show-ready as Sunflare does.

And, obviously, the sire of her second litter could not – would not – be anything less than that. Mooncrest, like his former-mate, does not lack in the department of appearance and unlike her, he was also quite a well-off tom with warrior blood running thickly through his veins. With a charming smirk and smoldering, stormy-grey eyes that she-cats often find themselves lost in; Mooncrest is the prince charming of every cat's dream. Perhaps it’s because of the high expectations pressed upon him since birth (his father, Moonshard, who he had been named after had been proclaimed the RootClan deputy before an unexpected slaughtering – which ended in his death – a day later; also, his grandmother, Spiderthorn, had trained as a medicine cat briefly, before realizing her true calling as one of RootClan’s best, most formidable, fighters), but there is not doubt that Mooncrest is able to succeed in any given task –- whether it be swooning a she-cat to get some information, or using his tracking skills to hunt down a suspect.

Overall, though, this warrior is still quite the handsome tom even after time has begun to wear him down as he ages and his pelt does not glow any less than it had ten moons ago when he agreed to sire Sunflare’s litter. His coat is threaded in vibrant hues of moonlit diamonds and purified milky tones, an impossible strength hidden under the smooth fur of a tom that’s still lean and wiry with tough muscle. With a somber pelt that’s patched with ginger and eyes that are a beautiful silver-blue color, he walks with a strange grace for a tom – although, it probably his smile that catches the most hearts. Opposed to before, when he had been with Sunflare, his new mate causes a true smile to rise to his face and although the smile sometimes trembles with regret, his unwavering happiness is truly his most outstanding characteristic. Now, he is truly a trustworthy tom.

There is something in the way that Moonkit walks, perhaps its the dainty bounce to her step or the fact that she walked more softly and quietly than her mother, that makes toms trail after her, as if transfixed by her experience. She has tiny paws, even for a she-cat and a kitten at that, but it's not that something that she minds either -- however, it does prove for good teasing when Darkkit and Goldenkit are involved. (She hates it when they tease her about being so "girly", but a quick smack to the head quickly ends their "witty" - ha! she'd scoff - banter.)

Soft pastels are painted upon the majority of her frame, like a breathless piece of artwork. Melted caramel molds with strands of pale coral-peach and bands of sandy biscuit as the colors swirl together like a pool of Creme Savers on her silky, impeccably smooth pelt. Although she's just as pretty as her mother, if not more and that delicate (yeah right, anyone would mutter sarcastically to those who knew her well; namely a certain Darkkit or Goldenkit) smile that presses against fluttering features is just enough (like her father) to make any cat melt, turning into putty in her little paws, it's more than obvious that the color of her pelt is nothing like either of her parents; it's a pale cream in hue with bands of faint metallic-orange stripes, almost like the classical 'tabby' figure but somehow different.

It couldn't exactly be described as anger when Moonkit was born - the only trait he shared with his daughter, other than charm, was their eyes (so blue, blue, blue) - more than surprise that flickered across the father's features. After all, his 'mate' was notorious for flaunting herself and hanging around a tom too many.

Even for a kit, Moonkit is a fairly small she-cat – she is not built like the typical TrunkClanner; she is not large-boned in appearance from any angle. Instead, she is small in size, lean and graceful – much more like a cat from one of the other Clans, which shouldn’t be surprising given that her birthplace was not in TrunkClan. In the same way, her thin limbs and streamlined structure are definitely not what one would expect from a TrunkClan cat.

Oh yes, that's right; Sunflare and Mooncrest are not TrunkClanners either.

Overall, the young femme has a very dainty appearance, which is totally misleading when it comes to her. (Anyone who knows her well enough will certainly vouch for her.) Certainly, her physical strength is not quite on par with that of larger cats, but her sharp mind can well enough make for it. Her strategic thinking for battles against larger foes and steadfast agility never fail to surprise those who notice it. They think she's just pretty: nothing more, nothing less.

Her size gives her a distinct advantage when it comes to stealth, although Moonkit herself prefers a more direct approach. She can squeeze into tight spaces with little trouble, which can even help her find openings unavailable to other cats during the flow of battle. Even her paws seem tiny compared to her body, although she persists in saying that they give her no trouble at all when balancing or running.

There is little else than can surprise and awe a cat more than the color one one's eyes; Moonkit's own wide pools are a strange silver-blue, rimmed at the edges with a startling indigo and flecked with melted ash, that tends to - on more than a single occurrence, certainly - fill her face with a sort of silvery fire; one that makes cats doubt what they had seen in her face - that blue, oh so delicate blue like the stars, the sky and the ocean all fused together in a delicate hybrid of colors - is really just a color.

Most of time, the surprise she inflicts in other cats is brief, flickering, before it quickly vanishes -- each one (each victim to that attractive, twinkling gleam acts the same) quickly admonishing himself or herself for thinking any less of Mooncrest and Sunflare's daughter. More of the time, however, people don't notice; they're too caught up in the rest of her.

Everyone says she's not done, though, with this admonishing beauty of hers; there's much more, so much more, that it might leave a tom shivering in anticipation, paws prickling. She's going to grow and though she's pretty now, as charming as her father is, she's certainly going be one heck of a she-cat when she grows older.

After all, could you expect any less of Sunflare's daughter?
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we've got to live just a little, maybe love a little more
'cause it can't be all for nothing, so what're we fighting for?

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[history] --

Nothing. She can't remember a single thing. No, that's a lie. She can remember, but remembering and understanding are two completely different things. It was something she learned at an early age and how much it hurt to now know. Sometimes Moonkit feels a sort of anguish that wears her down, as if her heart is twisting and she can't help the tears that follow. Most of the time, she swallows thickly - hiding the tears behind a careful reflection of the normal kit (happy, bouncing, playful, occasionally pissed) she pretends she is - and forgets that feeling, wishing it as never there.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.

The first memory she has is of Darkkit and Goldenkit staring down at her. Gold, she remembers.

The next memory that Moonkit has is all in blurs, shards of color that really don't blend and are meshed together in confusing scenes that don't make sense either. From these choppy images she can only make out that she wasn't born in TrunkClan, which is evident in the dark stares that she was given as a young kit and the contrasting shades of her pelt and difference of her build when compared to those around her. It is more than obvious when matching the figments of the thoughts, the very same ones that press against her developing mind and constantly frustrate her to no end.

In these memories, her small kit-vision is feeble and small; she can hear even fainter murmurs of the cats around her, some whispering in soft, pitiful meows while the others are harsh and clashing, like two swards clanging loudly against the other. Everything around her is just cold, cold, cold and she's numb, so numb that she can't feel or move and just barely breathe, that she's fairly sure it's in the middle of leaf-bare that it all happened. It's sort of like a pain in her side that chokes her as well, like claws being raked again and again down her side; it's this agony that also makes this memory - is it a memory, or just a dream? - so vivid and sharp and horribly, terribly painful.

Then there are other memories, just flashes of color that she can't decipher. When the young she-cat tells her friends of this, they look at her like she's crazy and tell her that she's eaten too much freshkill the night before. She blushes prettily then, mumbling that it was nothing. That it was just a dream.

But, inside, it hurts, hurts so much that no one can believe her.

Sometimes Moonkit thinks into the future, when Darkkit and Goldenkit and her are proud warriors of TrunkClan, about what will happen. She wonders if they'll ever see her for what she is instead of what she looks like; if those cats will ever stop glaring at her and mocking her.

If, of these blurred dreams, any one will ever believe her.

[role-playing example] -- look at fallenstar's bio, please. <3

it seems I've worn out my thinking cap
i've come to this conclusion 'cause all I do is laugh
what choice do I have?

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_{[just a little by ben jelan]}

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[!! FLI]