╒══════════╕name; Moonstrikeformer names; Moonkit, Moonpawage; 60 moons {5 years}gender; maletheme song; 'win'╘══════════╛ ╒══════════╕
coat colour; steely blue grey
coat markings; ticked tabby with residual
markings, white paws, black tail tip
distinctive injuries; faded three strike scar {chest}
missing claw {hind right}
eye colour; pale jade green
build; lean, muscular, round face, deep-set eyes
massive paws, long legs, intense gaze
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current rank; warrior
desired rank; deputy/leader
mentor; Smokedapple {deceased}
apprentices; Swifteye{deceased}, Ivypaw {deceased}
parents; Mosswing {mother},
Alderstorm {father/deceased}
siblings; n/a
mate; Dawnwing {M.I.A}
kits; n/a
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positive traits; considerate, honourable,
calm, calculating, courageous, daring,
dependable, industrious
negative traits; lonely,
domineering, coarse, headstrong
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“𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕡𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪. 𝕀𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝.”
Put simply, Moonstrike is a dependable and dependable warrior. One of the clan's eldest warriors now, he was a young warrior when PineClan was ravaged by fire. He was, in all the chaos, one of many to loose dear ones. His parents, both his new apprentice and his first apprentice and his mentor. Above all of that, his mate went missing in the fire and he could not find her after that. Yet as much as he desired to go after her, he knew his clan, or what remained of it, needed him more. And so he stayed.
A pivotal force in the clan's return to their homeland, he was born and bred a dependable PineClan cat. His mother was a great hunter and from the first moment he could understand, Mosswing instilled in him a strong devotion to his clan and his clanmates. An inquisitive but polite young tom-kit, then Moonkit was a constantly curious little creature. Looking out for his young denmates when they came along, Moonkit always showed that he might grow into a cat who had leadership qualities. Loved by his mother, Moonkit strived to be close to his father, the distant Alderstorm, whom was considered a great warrior - despite his seeming avoidance of all his clanmates. When he was apprenticed to his father's close kithood friend Smokedapple, Moonpaw hoped to make that desired connection with his father. What he didn't expect was to form such a close bond with his dappled grey mentor. Smokedapple was by no means the biggest or best warrior, in fact he was rather average, but the dark tom spurred Moonpaw to greatness in the eyes of many in the clan. As though nurtured under his father's invisible and nonexistant love, Smokedapple was the unwavering figure in Moonpaw's life that sparked his desire to one day lead the clan.
As a senior apprentice, Moonpaw fell in love quite unexpectedly with the prickly Dawnpaw. The little black and white she-cat was younger than he and quite a bit smaller, but boiled up in her was the spirit of a tiger. And behind the guarded nature of her amber eyes, Moonpaw fell head-over heels. And in time, so did Dawnpaw. Attacked by a fox in his final moon as an apprentice, Moonpaw owes the scars on his chest to his desire to defend Dawnpaw and her siblings on a training patrol. It was this selfless act that earnt him his promotion to warrior status.
The Clan's leader at the time bestowed upon him the name of Moonstrike, in honor of his lightning fast attack that had ultimately saved the lives of his clanmates. Mosswing and Smokedapple could not have been more proud, and even his distant father, seemed to smile at the warrior his son had become. A few moons later, Dawnpaw became Dawnwing and the two young warrior set about planning their lives together, dreaming of family and leadership in the clan. But it was not to pass.
Fire struck the clan. In the chaos and the haze of light and smoke, Moonstrike was separated from his beloved mate, cut off by the burning flames that cut through the camp. Striving to help his mother and mentor escape, Moonstrike's hind paw was caught in burning wood. Thinking only of his death, his father's last act of devotion saved Moonstrike's life but cost him his father. Now with only one claw in his hind foot, Moonstrike ran as best as his injured leg would allow to escape in the panic. Like many, Moonstrike lost much in that fire. His mentor helped he and his mother escape but that cost him his life in the following days, his lungs burnt out by the swallowed smoke and fire. Moonstrike was left with only his mother left, and he guarded her fiercely. The remnants of the clan uplifted him and kept him going, eager to help all that remained until they could return home. And when they did, the stronger and loyal Moonstrike returned to face the challenges that his clan would ultimately face.
