Post by laur on Feb 26, 2009 18:55:23 GMT -5
Name | Lacrymosa/Mosa [Lah-cree-mo-sah]
Gender | She-cat
Age | 48 moons
Rank | Loner
Clan | None
Beliefs| Mosa does not believe in StarClan. She has not heard much of the concept, but what she has heard seems foolish. She is an open cat, though, and would eagerly learn the ways of StarClan, even if she decides not to accept them.
Parents | Aphrodite - mother [deceased, NP] Unknown - father [NP]
Siblings | Ares - brother [Status unknown, PC]
Other Kin | Shadepaw - Grandson [DC] Featherpaw - Granddaughter [DC]
Mate | Dusk [DC]
Crush | Dusk [DC]
Kits | Nightstorm [DC]
Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet
Appearance | Beautiful hues of medium-length grey hair is scattered around Lacrymosa's pelt. Her head is a deep, blue-grey with a cream color around her eyes, nose, and on her chin. Tabby stripes are faintly visible around Mosa's piercing blue-green eyes, acting almost like a mask. The majority of her pelt takes on the same grey-blue hue, sometimes getting split by thin, barely visible tabby stripes. This turkish angora's legs, chest and paws take on a lighter, silvery grey color, and stripes are slightly more visible. Her underbelly has the same creamy color as her chin, and her toes are tinted with the same color. Lacrymosa's thick, plume-like tail is ringed with visibly darker grey stripes, and tipped off with the same dark color.
As for her build, Mosa is normal-sized for a cat, but is very lithe and flexible. She has a beautiful build, with strong, long legs and a skinny stomach. She has a slightly large head, perfect for holding the intelligent brain she uses at every possible moment. Lacrymosa is around ten inches tall, weighing around eight and a half pounds.
Personality | Lacrymosa is insanely wise for her age. She is a thinker, and a strategist; considered brains and not brawns. Usually, this is true. She is not the strongest fighter, but can get really into it. Not being of much use for fighting and feeding her friends and family, she is usually seen basking in the sun, thinking. Her velvet soft voice is almost irresistable, enticing those to listen to what she has to say.
Sometimes short-tempered when cats don't listen to her, she can get snappy and hold grudges. Lacrymosa is not easily distracted, but when she is, she gets mad at whatever distracted her. Also, Lacrymosa's feelings are easily read through her eyes. Any cat can tell what's going on by staring into her bright blue-green eyes. It annoys her, since sometimes she does not wish for cats to know what she's feeling.
Mosa is normally a quiet cat. She speaks when she feels like it, or is needed. Sometimes, she feels awkward around other she-cats, for she hates judging cats and being judged. As she-cats are she-cats, they tend to have their opinions, which Lacrymosa would prefer not to hear.
Mosa's main dislikes are arrogant cats and rain. When she gets wet, her medium-long fur gets increasingly heavy, making it hard for her to be as fast or strong as she wants to be. Rain or snow always makes her grumpy, so on days like that, it is best not to get on her nerves.
Skills | Though she is a decent hunter, Mosa's main skill is thinking. She uses her brain for everything she does, and enjoys every minute of it. Her favorite activity is strategizing, and she is very good at it.
History | Lacrymosa was born to her mother, Aphrodite. She and her brother, Ares, did not stay with their mother long, for she was hit and killed by a monster. The two traveled together for many moons, meeting various clans and groups of cats. At one point the pair split, but ended up finding each other and continuing their journey.
After moons of wandering, Mosa and Ares came upon a group of rogues, led by a peculiar cat named Eden. They joined the group, taking part in the devious schemes they made up. This is where Lacrymosa met Dusk, becoming friends at first and later, mates. The two, disgusted at how the group of rogues had progressed, left them to continue life together. She had one kit, Carcel, with Dusk, who is now a father himself. They currently reside by the clans, occasionally finding the time to visit with their family.
Mosa, however, still has a hole in her heart. When she left with Dusk, she did not get the chance to say goodbye to Ares. She hopes one day, before she is too old, that she can back-track, and spend time with her beloved brother one more time.