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Name: Moondance

Age: 36 moons

Clan: Iceclan

Rank: warrior/former queen

Gender: she-cat

Personality: Moondance isn't as cruel or brutal as the other cats in Iceclan and she can show compassion when the mood strikes her. But apathy is practically her middle name. She isn't afraid to kill, but she does have a bit of a soft spot for kits and usually spares them from her bipolar temperament. She can be quiet, apathatic, and aloof from others and their issues. Other times, she throughs herself around like she owns the world and has anger management problems big time. She plays the world and lets it play her, like a out-of-tune violin and never bothers to try and make a stand. Moondance can fight well though she prefers for others to do the dirty work, unless she's gotten so worked up or angry that nothing else will satisfy her but venting her temper on someone else.

Description: Moondance is a mostly pure white cat with no sign of tabby or tortieshell markings. Her fur is short of length, and doesn't require a lot of grooming to keep neat. She is a pretty she-cat and doesn't mind showing off her beautiful fur. Moondance has large ears that cup downwards slightly and have rounded tips. She is built slight and slender, but is muscular enough to pull her own weight and fights like the devil possessed if pushed. She has two noticeable scars, one that runs down her right flank and curves down her leg like an ugly, red ribbon. The other one looks like half of a broken heart and is just below her chest where a dark tabby she was attacking clawed her.

History: Moondance's mother wasn't a killer; she had more compassion for living beings than her mate and kit. Moonkit was the single kit of her mother and father, who despised her and spent very little time around her. He was sardonic and hardly ever acknowledged her presence; thus she fought tooth and claw to gain his attention and only won it when she beat a kit three moons older than her when sparring. Moondance was a great fighter, not the best, but above mediocre. She might not have gained her father's attention, but as an apprentice, she earned the appreciation of a tom named Stormeye. They fell in love, if that was what it could be called. He could calm her down easier than anyone else and she enjoyed having someone who knew and respected the fact that she could protect herself. She had three kits with him, one mysteriously killed. Moondance kept a close watch on the last two, named Glacierkit and Frostkit. They have grown up now.

Picture: www.carto.net/neumann/travelling/santorini_2004_05/04_ia_hike_towards_fira_2004_05_28/01_white_cat_in_ia.jpg

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