Mokafang~Cresentclan

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Name: Mokafang
Age: 375 moons
Gender: Female
Desired Home: Crescentclan
Desired Position: Deputy
Appearance:

Mokafang is black. Her whiskers are black the pads of her paws a re black everything about her is black but one white cresent shape on her chest. It is the only white to disrupt her black pelt. Her eyes are a deep amber almost red and are striking and dangerous. She has long sharp claws that can cut anything. Her figure is lean but muscular and her legs give her speed to dodge and strike at amazing speeds almost as if she were once a Windclan cat when alive. She is a sort hair cat, with her almost perfect features. Not even a scar to prove she was once alive.

Personality:

Mokafang is a very violent cat never showing mercy to even the tinyest kit alive. She hates kits and dispises her twin sister Hopingspirit. Because of her violent nature she is irritated easiler and it's only natural that she loved to fight and kill at all costs. She is selfish and self-centered never careing for another. She's cold and black hearted. Her fighting skills are great and her body allows her to move and strike anyway. Her flaw is that if she fights it's almost impossible to stop her insanity while fighting. She's very impatiant.

History:

Mokafang was born a twin to the great Shadowclan of the forest. Her parents were gental cats alway loving her and her sister. Mokafang in the begining was close to Starclan she always knew when somethign was to happen. Her Hopeingspirit recived signs and had better acuracy then she did making Mokafang slightly jealous. Mokafang and her sister both went for Medicince cat. But only one could become an apprentice.

Mokafang's jealousy grew as Hopeingspirit began getting more signs then her. The medicine cat at the time was waiting for a sign from Starclan on who to chose. In the end, he was told of Mokafang's dark heart and that she wasn't the right choice. His second indication was when a slight shone on Hopeingspirit and in the light stood a faint figure of a cat. He then knew and took Hopeingspirit as his apprentice.

Mokafang outraged, turned her back on Starclan as her anscestors withdrew their gift from her. Mokafang then one day was confronted by shadow cats as she called them and she vowed to those outside of Starclan's will she'd do anything to be leader, and become the best worrior the clans had seen. Training in the shadows Moka's apprenticeship was easy and soon she climbed to warrior rank and she made plans to kill the deputy and make herself deputy even if she has to kill every warrior that stands in her way.

Hopeingspirit recived her name and she was worried for her sister and approached her sister again. Mokafang growled demanded what Hopeingspirit wanted. Hopeingspirit begged her to stop this madness and to ride the evil from her heart saying there was still time to save herself. Mokafang refused and she fought with her sister. Her true colours showing and Hopeingspirit was saved from her dealy cluches by a warrior who was sent to fech Hopeingspirit. Mokafang cursed him and stalked off into the night.

Mokafang waited for her chance the darkness in her taking over her untill she couldn't stand it any longer. That night shadowclan was attack by a huge band of rouges who saught to kill thema nd take over Shadowclan and their territory. Sadly Mokafang has to wait her impaitance getting worse. Mokafang killed alot that night and then she met up with the head rouge. Her bloodthirst and and insanity for fighting aroused. A huge cat twice her size who had killed afew warriors already. She went at him all her skill put behind her strikes but she was cut off in an instant. She felt cold and she couldn't breath something was wrong... And then black. Nothing more. The violent balck she-cat was standing outside her body blood pooling around her body. Not a sound nothing, she was nothing. She was dead. And then she saw her sister to the side her mouth hung open in shock. Mokafang snarled and hissed curseing. This wasn't suppose to happen! She was still young, her position was right her strike presice and yet her she stood outside her body with her throat ripped out and her side ripped, covered in blood. She looked to her paws she was dead but how? One of the shadow cats appered beside her telling her it's time to go and that the leader wants to see her. She cursed the clans and most of all cursed her sister, for she was the one who ruined her. Watching her sister's death later on

Several hundered moons passed she lurked in every shadow blowing death on Clan cats and guiding those with potentiale to become dark leaders. Her curse forever haunting the clans.

Sample post:

Firestorm stalked into the green forest. It was early Green leaf and the trees were in full bloom. Firestorm's flamed pelt shimmered in the small clearings of light as he stalked along looked and listening for any signs of movement. Firestorm was low and then turned and saw a mouse scuffling around tree roots. Firestorm then got into a good hunting crouch and started to move silently along the ground until he was only a fox length away from the mouse. He was down winded so the mouse wouldn't smell him. Quick as lightning Firestorm rocked on his haunches. Then sprang with wide open claws. He then before the mouse could run he had attacked and killed the mouse with no sound,.. but the thump of it's limp body on the ground. Ti was still warm when Firestorm paddled over to the mouse and clamped it in his powerful jaws. Firestorm then paddled until he came to a hole of fresh kill he had started. He added the mouse and then buried it. And with a turn Firestorm stalked off to hunt some more.

Family:

Father:Rainstorm[decesed]
Mother:Softheart[decesed]
Brothers:N/A
Sisters:Hopeingspirit[decesed]

Other:

N/A

[[R] a v e n]

Accepted

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Thanxs