❝ I may be soft in your palm but I'll soon grow
Hungry for a fight, and I will not let you win
My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will
Disprove your faith in man
So if you catch me trying to find my way into your
Heart from under your skin
Fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can. ❞- Fiona Apple, 'Fast As You Can'ｊｕｓｔ ｋｅｅｐ ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ, ｂａｂｙ._____________________________________________
meet moonshine. she was a loner named selina before she became a part of rushclan. she is a female. her rank is surprisingly high for a cat who was originally an outsider - she’s progressed from warrior to deputy in record fast time. it’s sort of difficult to believe she’s only twenty-one moons old - she seems hotheaded, selfless and reckless rather than naïve, self-centered and innocent. she’s not a very emotional cat, remaining closed off and difficult a majority of the time. she is wise and whip-smart, not to mention extremely intelligent, though most of the time she prefers not to show it. she’s always got a witty comeback on the tip of her tongue. she has a sort of toxic persona that sucks you into a vortex of self-hatred and martyrdom, along with her caustic sarcasm and general irritability and aggressiveness. her mysteriousness and perplexing complicatedness, not to mention her detached, indifferent aura caused their former leader to dub her moonshine, for the faraway celestial object no cat could ever reach. indeed, moonshine is as beautiful as her warrior name and as alluring and seductive as her loner one. she’s curvaceous and slim, with silky, sleek black fur and luminous, unusual green eyes. they’re a pale, glassy jade color, a clare peridot, a milky virescent hue. she has sharp white claws. currently, she has no love interest and she doesn’t plan on having one for a long time yet.
❝ How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt. ❞- Barenaked Ladies, 'One Week'ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｂｉｇ ｓｏｆｔｉｅ._____________________________________________
let me introduce you to whitefoot, both moonshine’s brother and her polar opposite. he’s the same age as her, twenty-one moons old, but definitely seems to fit the younger sibling role. he was formerly birch, and had to be kept an apprentice for a few moons longer than his sister due to his former physical handicap - we’ll get into that later, but maybe the reason he acts like an overgrown kit is because his time in the apprentice’s den was so long. but his personality is what counts, not the past obstacles he’s faced. whitefoot is an open book. he’s bubbly, buoyant, and always ready to crack a good natured joke. outgoing, friendly, and - some would wrongly assume otherwise - smart, he’s probably the best friend a cat could ask for. loyal and steady, he often provides a balance in places that would remain otherwise were it not for his presence. he remains a sounding board for his irrational and pugnacious sister, and is the only one who knows of their past. whitefoot is a joker, and he can make anyone laugh with his people skills, charm, and boyish innocence. he tends to put his entire being into things, and his effort makes for grand creations. his devotion and commitment are what make him such an excellent and valuable warrior. whitefoot’s appearance is simple; he’s an ebony black tom, and hints of dark chocolate fringe his fur. his eyes are the same green as his sister’s, but far less sensual and aloof. he does have one white hind paw, but the rest of his paws simply have white toes. his tail tip is also white. whitefoot currently doesn’t have a love interest; he’s open to a relationship, though, and is sort of good at them.
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